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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":
"How is it…"
"Vitya.."
"…he can skate like that?..."
"Vitya, my… my phone."
"And yet he still hasn't won a single competition?!"
"No no no! Don't throw it!"
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, nor the universe of Yuri! On Ice – they all belong to Kubo 3, nor do I own any of the famous skaters, jumps, music etc. I only own my OC's and this story.
Chapter Three
Two Yuris?! Drama in Yu-Topia
(Second Skate)
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
Who can be knocking at this time?!
Osha growled and yawned sleepily, rubbing her eyes and adjusting her glasses on her face. She pulled on her Russian skating jumper and ran a hand through her tangled, silver mane before opening the door. Her parents were away visiting her grampa, and she hadn't heard from her brother ever since she and he had watched Yuri Katsuki's skate the day before. Victor had been in a funny mood for the rest of that evening, and had quietly walked her home, eyes glued to his phone and Makkachin by his side.
A red-faced, furious-looking, glistening-bald-headed Yakov greeted her, on the other side of the door.
"Yakov? What are you doing here? It's five in the morning!"
"HE HAS GONE TO JAPAN!"
"Who has?"
Oh, she knew who had…Yakov didn't need to tell her it was her idiot, older brother, but she wanted Yakov to confirm it.
"Vitya! He's saying he's going to be Katsuki's coach!"
"WHAT!?"
That she never would have expected. Victor being someone's coach? Could Victor actually even coach? He could happily choreograph a routine or help compose a piece a music…but could he actually teach?
Well…he did teach me how to skate, right? Mostly Yakov…but…nah definitely Yakov…Vitya tried to have me doing jumps when I was 5 and Yakov called him an idiot for it…oh god he hasn't gone and done this because of the banquet has he?! A BOOTY CALL!? No…he's better than that…that much I know.
"Is this because of the display at the banquet?!"
Yakov voiced her internal question and Osha could only reply with a shrug. She stepped back from the door and gestured for her old coach to come in out of the cold. Yakov, shaking his head and muttering about Victor's stupidity and lack of ability to make good decisions, marched passed her and into the kitchen. He placed his hand on the table and sat down as Osha began making a pot of coffee.
"Why has he done this, Oshka? I knew he was struggling with his new programme, but to take off for a year…"
"Maybe he just really liked Yuri's ass?"
"This isn't the time to make jokes!"
Covering a giggle, Osha passed the old man a mug and sat opposite him. She took a small sip and then looked at Yakov.
"I'm sorry, Yakov, but you and I both know that Vitya never listens to anybody but himself – just who he is."
"He'll never be able to come back from this, Oshka. He is sacrificing his career for a man!"
"Yakov-"
"You could speak to him! Call him, tell him, he's being ridiculous and to come back to Russia. Yurashka is going to blow a gasket when he finds out."
Aw crap. I forgot that Vitya has promised to choreograph Yura's senior programme this year. Yura won't have though…
"I can try talking to him, Yakov, but it won't make any difference. You know what he's like."
"I'm painfully aware."
They both silently sipped their coffee and looked at the snow falling outside the windows. Yakov left not too long after that, making Osha promise not to randomly take off anywhere like her brother and to come to practice later. Osha laughed and made the promise. Deciding she couldn't be bothered to go back to bed, she decided to get dressed and go for a jog.
It was nippy out in the chilly morning air. The cold was a surprise and it must've reached Japan as well, seeing as snow was falling and it was already late March. Her nose was red by the time she'd reached the water front, the seagulls crying out as she caused them to fly into the air.
Osha had pulled, what she could of, her hair into a small ponytail and had packed some water, a sandwich and her skates into a rucksack. Her skates had been a last minute impulse…her leg was feeling pretty good and she decided she might attempt a few laps of the rink and test the water, as it were. As she ran she could feel her phone vibrate, so stopping and pausing the classical music she was listening to, Osha pulled it out to see several texts from Victor, Yura and Mila.
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6:57: 1 New Message from Milaaaaaa : Have you seen the news about Victor and Yuri K? x
6:43: 1 New Message from Yura :/ : OSHA ANSWER ME YOU HAG
6:40: 1 New Message from Yura :/ : OSHA WHY HAS VICTOR GONE TO JAPAN TO BE THAT CRYBABYS COACH?! DID HE FORGET THE PROMISE HE MADE TO ME?!
3:21: 1 New Message from Vitya : I AM GOING TO JAPAN (MAKKACHIN IS COMING TOO)! XX SLEEP WELL OSHI XX LOVE YOU CALL YOU LATER! XX
3:15: 1 New Message from Vitya : You are a really heavy sleeper did you know that?:P Seriously a bomb could fall and you wouldn't wake up XD xx
3:13: 1 New Message from Vitya : Helloooooo? xx
3:11: 1 New Message from Vitya : Oshi? xx
3:09: 1 New Message from Vitya : No this isn't because of the banquet…entirely ;) xx
2:56: 1 New Message from Vitya : I realise that you're probably sleeping and will hate me later for sending these messages and waking you up, but Oshi, I've been thinking about Yuri's skate. I want him to perform like that in competitions! He cannot retire when he can skate like that! Xx
…
Well at least he tried to get in touch before he decided to flit off to Japan.
She laughed to herself as she pulled out her key to the rink and opened the door. Every member of Yakov's skating group had a key to the building as their coach knew that they each liked to come and do some practice by themselves. Osha loved to come and just look at the ice, watching it and reliving her time on it.
Today, however, something about Victor taking off to be a coach had inspired her to try and skate again. She laced up her grey skates and threw her bag into a locker. She went into the rink, skates making her feet feel heavy, and took off her glasses, folding them and placing them on the bench with her water. The ice was like a white mirror, untouched – smooth and clear. It wasn't cold, yet there was a frosty bite to it as she adjusted the fingerless gloves she wore – before pulling off the blade-guards and going to the crossing point. A twinge of stiffness shot up her scarred leg as she stepped onto the ice, but it numbed as she pushed off. Osha kept her body close to the edge, nerves…she hadn't felt in years…keeping her there, until the excitement kicked in and she drew further and further into the centre.
I wonder…
Her body worked on its own as she picked up speed. A Biellmann spin. The music in her head was the same she had been going to use for her free skate, for her senior debut as a female single's skater. She slid into a fast Sit Spin and extended her hand. As she stood, her body moved around the rink as the programme continued, but her leg began twinging and aching so she stopped and went to the side. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath…tears in her eyes from the joy of being on the ice, but the sadness of not being able to skate to her past potential.
The true ache from her knee came later, and she had to slip on her knee support. She waved goodbye to Mila and was stopped on her way to the door by a red-faced Yura, who waved his phone in her face. He had the news open and she squinted at the title.
SKATING LEGEND, VICTOR NIKIFOROV LEAVES SKATING AFTER WINNG FIFTH WORLD TITLE? WILL COACHING YURI KATSUKI BE HIS BIG MISTAKE?
"He's going to be the other Yuri's coach?!"
"Apparently."
"Did you know, hag?"
"Rude, and no I didn't know he was gonna do that. Just because he's my brother, and we're close, doesn't mean that he tells me when he wants to jump on the next plane to Japan. Haha."
Yura frowned and lowered his phone. He bit his lip and looked at her determined.
"I'm going to go and bring him back."
"WHAT?!"
"Shut up, hag!"
Osha's eyes were wide as she stared up at Yura's turquoise iris'. Yura shook his head and began to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm and turned him around.
"Yura, you cannot be serious. Please tell me you're joking."
"No. He promised to do my senior debut programme, not babysit that cry-baby. I have to go and get him back."
"What about Yakov?!"
Yura shrugged.
"What about Yakov?"
Osha pressed her fingers to her temple and massaged her forehead.
He and Vitya are more alike than they know…it's frustrating.
"Yura, he'll kill you."
"I'm still going to get him."
And with that, he walked off and burst into the rink. Osha groaned, growled, raised her hands and mimed throttling his walking figure. Then she walked out the rink, only to be ambushed again by loads of reporters.
"OSHA!"
"MISS NIKIFOROV!"
"Oh, hello there."
She smiled at a few familiar reporters and blinked as cameras flashed at her. Mics were thrust at her and she could spot Yakov caught in the crowd.
"Miss Nikiforov, what do you think of your brother's sudden decision to take off this season?"
"Uh well, Vit- Victor is a big boy and he can look after himself. I don't know his reasons behind leaving this season, but I will support him no matter what."
"And what about Yuri Katsuki? I hear he's going to coach him!"
"Yuri Katsuki is a fine skater, but he lacks confidence in competitions. I think having someone like Victor to help him may bring out a new side we've never seen before."
"Do you plan on returning to the ice soon?"
"Are you skating again?"
"Have you recovered since your accident?"
This caused her to stop and Yakov began protesting. Osha smiled gently and shook her head.
"Sadly, I don't think I'll be returning to professional skating anytime soon, but it is my ambition to try skating again as a part of my recovery. Whether or not I remain retired is still open to question…I will have to discuss that with my doctors and my coach, but it is something that I don't see happening in the near future."
A few more questions were fired at her before she managed to escape and get home.
…
10:28pm
Incoming call from Vitya
Ooooh Vitya, I wonder what he wants to say.
She answered, a wide smile on her face.
"Hello there, Mr Let's Go to Japan!"
"…Hey, Oshi."
"So, tell me, how was your flight at silly o'clock?"
"Yeah, it was good."
Osha frowned when she heard her brother sigh and turned down the volume on the telly.
Why does he sound so…sad?
"That's good. And you saw Yuri? You're going to be his coach, da?"
"Da. He started screaming when I said I'd come to be his coach."
"No way!"
"…well that may've been because I was naked when he first saw me."
"WHAT?!"
"Ooh that was a very good impression of Yuri!"
"VITYA!"
"Oh and I may have flirted with him tonight…"
Victor laughed as Osha found herself massaging her forehead.
"Vitya, you and I both know that the "Naked Man" move has a very limited success rate. No matter how nice your body is, you cannot do that!"
"…I know…"
There was a pause and Osha could hear Makkachin sniffing. There was something else as well, Victor was sniffling, trying to get some words out.
Is he crying?
There'd only been two other times when she had seen her brother cry and one of those was her injury. Her heart wavered and she spoke to him gently.
"Vitya…"
"…Oshi, I don't understand…"
"What?"
"At the banquet, he was so, so open and beautiful and confident, but he never called or tried to get in contact afterwards and then that video came out and we saw his true potential as a skater…I'd never been so infuriated…why? Why can't he skate like that all the time?! It's so beautiful to watch and I thought he felt that connection too, but then he reacted like that when he saw me…as if I was the last thing he ever wanted to see…I…don't understand…why…"
"…Oh, Vitya…it'll b-"
"I can't suddenly come back to skating, so what if I ruin my career and what if he wants me to leave?"
He was becoming hysterical and it was driving Osha nuts that she couldn't be there to comfort him. So much so, that she had her laptop open and was looking at flights out to Hasetsu. She didn't care if it clashed with the last few weeks of her college semester: her brother was more important.
"It'll be ok, ok? Yuri just needs time to come out of his shell. It's like what I said today, he lacks confidence. Take the time to understand him and be yourself, ok?"
"Ok…so…what's been happening in Russia?"
Osha let out a puff of laughter.
"Both Yura and Yakov have blown a gasket."
"Haha, I cannot imagine that being fun."
"It isn't."
"Haha."
"…Vitya."
"Mhm?"
"I-I skated today."
"What?!"
Osha then proceeded to tell him about her morning. Victor listened and then replied with two words that made her heart swell with pride.
"Well done. I am so proud. Sorry I wasn't there to watch."
They talked for a while longer before Victor said goodnight. Osha looked at the flight listings an then shut the lid of her laptop, keeping the tab open.
…
***2 ½ Weeks Later***
Things with Victor seemed to improve as his Instagram was flooding with pictures of Japan. One of Osha's favourites was of him and Makkachin posing outside Hasetsu Castle – or rather the secret ninja house. Upon hearing the word "ninja" Osha had been back looking at flats and was becoming very tempted to gate crash her brother's trip and visit him when the term was over.
At the current moment, Osha was having a lie in.
THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!
It's Saturday! What does the world want from me?!
"OSHKA WHY HAS YURI GONE TO JAPAN?!
Her hand stopped on the handle and, from the other side of the door, Yakov could hear her whacking her forehead against the wood.
I really hoped he'd been kidding!
"OSHKA!"
Muttering under her breath, she opened the door.
"I don't know, but now I'm definitely going to drag Yura back to Russia!"
16:16: 1 New Message from Vitya : Heyyyy Oshi, so um yeah, Yuri is here and wants me to be his coach. So to decide I'm doing a competition, but I was wondering if you would mind maybe sending over all my performance costumes? :) PLEAAAAASSSEEE You'll be the best little sister if you do, da! Thank you xxx
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Russian Dictionary
Vitya - Victor
Oshi/Oshka - Osha
Yura/Yuraska - Yuri
Da - Yes
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