(To check out some of my drawings of Osha, check out my Pinterest – daisy0754)
Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":
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
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 4
I am Eros, and Eros is Me?! Face Off! Hot Springs on Ice
Part 1
(Third Skate)
***4 Years Earlier***
***6 Months Prior to Osha's Accident***
"YURI, WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DO QUADS?!"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"
"I AM YOUR COACH! IT IS MY JOB TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!"
Osha laughed into her hand as she walked into the rink. Victor was holed up with a cold and wasn't able to make it to practice, but she had decided to come along herself…after all her senior debut was coming up and she wanted to be as prepared as possible. Her brother had told about the latest addition to Yakov's squad – Yuri Plisetsky. Apparently, he had the sharp attitude of a tiger and yet the face of a fairy…an odd description in Osha's head.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT V- Oh it's you, Oshka…thought it was Vitya."
"Pah, I am offended by that. I think our newest addition is more like Vitya than I am."
She slipped off her skate guards and glasses, before skating out to where the broody pair stood – both with their arms folded and glaring at each other. As she slowed herself to stop, Osha offered Yuri a warm smile. He merely glared back at her underneath a mess of light blonde hair, turquoise eyes piercing her own light blue.
"Who is this bitch?"
"YURI MIND YOUR LANGUAGE!"
"Hahaha, it's alright Yakov. I'm a big girl, I can handle a little tantrum from the baby pixie."
It took all Yakov had not to laugh as Yuri's eyes widened. Osha smirked and folded her arms, looking the little ways down at Yuri who almost matched her in height. This face off lasted a few more minutes before she turned to her coach with a smile.
"You take a coffee break, Yakov. I'll watch the pixie."
"Don't call me that!"
Yakov patted her on the arm and muttered "Good luck". He then skated off the side and vanished into the canteen. Osha then turned back to Yuri and offered her hand.
"Osha Nikiforov. I'm Victor's little sister."
"Little is definitely one way to describe it."
She shook her head.
"Hush up you, for now I'm taller than you and can totally kick your ass."
Yuri scoffed and swatted her hand away.
"You wish, bitch."
"You know, Yura, you'd be able to make friends quicker if you actually tried being nice."
As she skated off to begin practicing her solo routine, she could hear Yuri muttering under his breath. He looked lonely as he stood on the ice, turning to skate to the opposite side of the rink.
"I don't have friends."
Osha turned and looked at him, tilting her head and smiling. She pushed some of her silver hair from her face and studied her junior.
"Well, you have one now."
The blonde boy jumped at her words and gawped at her. She turned to go back to her previous task, but was able to catch the small smile that formed on his face.
***Present Day***
***2 Days before Hot Springs on Ice, Hasetsu Saga***
"Oh, holy pirozki! I need to have one of these posters."
Osha ran up to the wall she was walking past and stared at the "Hot Springs on Ice" poster. Having finished college for the time being, she had decided to accompany Victor's costumes over to Japan and drop-in on whatever it was her brother had organised. The costumes had been sent towards Yu-Topia Hot Springs, ahead of, and she had decided to walk from the train station.
Now, staring at the picture of her brother dressed in a woman's kimono, fan in hand and a large amount of colour Japanese writing – of which she couldn't read…her Japanese was very rusty…she had decided it was one of the best decisions of her life so far. She grabbed the edge of the poster and –
"Hey what do you think you're doing?"
"Huh?"
She turned and looked around…then down. Three little girls – all identical in facial appearance, height and expression, but all with equally different coloured clothes and hairstyles – stared at her, arms folded. Osha smiled and lifted her sunglasses, and lowering herself to their height.
"Hiya, I just wanted a copy of this poster. My name is Osha, I'm V-"
"WAIT!"
"Osha?!"
"Yes."
"Osha?!"
"Yes?"
"As in Osha Nikiorov?"
"Yes."
"Osha Nikiforov!"
"That is my name yes, don't wear it out, haha."
The three girls seemed to jump with excitement and their eyes went watery with admiration. The little girl in light blue grabbed her by the shoulders and began shaking her.
"YOU'RE OSHA NIKIFOROV THE THREE TIME JUNIOR WORLD CHAMPION IN BOTH WOMAN'S AND PAIR SKATING. YOU WON THE JUNIOR GRAND PRIX WITH THE HIGHEST SCORE EVER!"
"Uh…yes?"
The girl in pink whipped out a phone and began snapping pictures.
"WE LOVE YOU! WE WORSHIP YOU!"
The girl in purple began bowing and Osha raised her eyebrows with concern at their enthusiasm.
"Can we get a photo please?"
"Haha, I think you've already taken a few."
"AXEL! LUTZ! LOOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HARASSING THAT L- OH MY GOD THAT'S OSHA NIKIFOROV! YOU'RE VICTOR'S LITTLE SISTER!"
A red-headed woman, who looked a little older than she did ran over and smiled at Osha – who had now managed to detach herself from the triplets and get into a standing position again. She offered Osha her hand and smiled brightly. Osha bit her lip as she tried to figure out why she felt she knew who this woman was.
"Hi, I'm Yuko Nishigori! Sorry about my girls, they're huge fans of skating. They record everything on their YouTube channel."
Upon hearing this, Osha stopped. She stopped Yuko in mid-sentence, waving her hands and jumping up and down – which caused her to reach Yuko's height.
"Oh, my god, oh my god, oh my god! They aren't the sukeota3sisters are they?"
The purple girl – Axel – grinned and folded her arms, her sisters copying her stance.
"Hell yeah we are!"
Osha's eyes began sparkling and her mouth began going heart-shaped as fangirling took over.
"I LOVE YOUR CHANNEL! I WATCH ALL YOUR VIDEOS! YOU GUYS ARE MY FAVOURITE YOUTUBERS!"
She turned to their mother, who seemed a little stunned that this world-famous figure skater was fangirling to the same level as her 6-year-old daughters.
"You are an amazing skater, Mrs Nishigori!"
This caused Yuko to blush.
"T-thank you, please just call me Yuko. So, what are you doing in Hasetsu? Are you here for the competition at Ice Castle?"
Osha nodded with a smile – still a little jittery from meeting her favourite YouTubers.
"Yeah, Vitya asked me to send over his competition outfits, but I decided why not visit as well…except I got a little distracted by the posters and I'm also a little lost."
She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly and laughed. Yuko and her girls grinned.
"We will take you, don't worry. You're in safe hands, the Katsuki's will look after you, although your brother has stirred up quite a lot of publicity after becoming Yuri's coach."
The silver-haired woman laughed and shrugged her backpack.
"That sounds like Vitya. Lemme guess he tried acting all nonchalantly about it as well?"
"Mhmm."
"Oh holy pirozki, he doesn't think sometimes."
The two women talked, children following taking pictures and posting videos on social media behind them, and walked through the small village. Osha felt it was a lot like a smaller St Petersburg, and found out as much as she could about Yuri from what turned out to be his old rink-mate.
"Yurio has a lot of bottled up anger doesn't he?"
"Yurio?"
"Oh, it's what we've all called the Russian Yuri…so we don't get confused."
"Hahahaha, oh my god he is never going to live this down. I will not let him."
Eventually the castle from Victor's photos came into view, the old ice-rink was pointed out, and the hot spring was arrived at. Surprisingly enough, the truck-load of costumes was just arriving as well, so the triplets got first look at the costumes. Then, the Nishigoris waved her off, but not before Osha insisted on a selfie with her new girl friends. They all struck poses and Osha posted it on her Instagram.
osha+niki
Hasetsu, Saga
"Finally met my fave YouTubing trio ❤ 'sukeota3sisters' Start of a beautiful friendship me thinks ;P #friendshipgoals"
Osha waved them off and then turned and went inside the building, yelling loudly as she went.
"OI DID SOMEONE ORDER COSTUMES?"
A loud woof followed after this and suddenly she was thrown against the floor and her face was being licked. She laughed and snuggled the poodle's big fluffy curls.
"MAKKACHIN! Helloooooo!"
Pounding feet then sounded and Osha laughed as another weight was thrown on top of her and Victor was hugging her tightly.
"Oshi! This is a marvellous surprise! I am so happy to see you, oh you need to meet Yuri! And the pork cutlet bowl! YOU NEED TO HAVE ONE! And you need to try the hot springs! And you need to see the castle."
"And you need to stop crushing me!"
"Oh sorry!"
Victor jumped off her laughing and helped her to her feet. Admiring them all in their inn robes, she brushed down her jeans and offered the now dubbed Yurio a smile.
"Hey Yurio."
The younger boy groaned and threw his head back.
"Aw crap, how'd you find that out?"
"Haha you're never getting out of this."
Both she and her brother laughed. In the doorway stood the shy figure of Yuri Katsuki. Osha, detaching her rather clingy brother, walked over and smiled.
"Hello Yuri, it's been a while since the last Grand Prix, how are you?"
The Japanese man looked stunned at her talking to him, but offered her a small smile.
"I'm good, thank you…Osha right?"
"That's correct. Now you two…", she said prodding Victor and Yurio on the chests, "…come and help me with these costumes."
"But why, Oshi?"
"Because, Vitya, you made me drag them all across Russia it's now up to you and Yurio to get them inside."
"I co-"
"No, Yuri, you are going to show me what this pork cutlet bowl is while those two actually do some work. Vitya told me it was vkusno and basically is like eating heaven on Earth!"
Her smile cause Yuri to smile and the two other Russians to frown. They were stunned that she hadn't even been announced five minutes and already was bossing them about and introducing herself to Yuri's family.
Typical Oshi, doesn't even think twice about being shy with new people.
Victor smiled and then grabbed Yurio by the arm.
"We better go and get those costumes before she gets mad."
***20 Minutes Later***
"OH MY GOD!"
Both Yuri and Osha were diving in and out of all Victor's costumes, squealing as they reminisced about every competition each one had seen. Yurio, on the other hand, didn't look very impressed.
"You seriously wore all of this crap?"
"Hey, these are gold medal winning costumes!"
The Russian girl had draped a few costumes around her neck and was modelling them and mimicking her big brother, much to his own amusement. He shoved her over and Yuri then waved a glittery costume at both Osha and Yurio.
"This one's from the Grand Prix Final!"
"Hey, don't pick anything flashier than me!", the blonde boy snapped.
As Osha sat back, leaning against Makkachin, Yuri held up a black, half-skirted costume and looked at it with sparkling eyes.
"You wore this at the Junior Grand Prix Final, didn't you?"
She smiled at the way he looked at her brother, such admiration and love in his eyes…that he was just too shy to show. Her heart sighed, she wanted someone to look at her like that…but for now she was content watching her brother find happiness. Victor smiled and sat forward.
"Yeah, I had long hair at the time and my costume was designed to suggest both male and female genders."
"Yeah, I remember."
"Your hair was a nightmare to manage."
Victor scoffed and ruffled the short hair Osha sported. Hers was longer than his and their fringes flicked in opposite directions, but they both held that silver and blue-eyed colour combination.
"Speak for yourself, yours was longer."
"Cutting it was the best decision I ever made, so much easier to cope with."
Osha ran her fingers through her hair as Yuri pulled the costume close to him, staring at it with such awe and wonder. He was treating it as if it were made of glass.
"I choose this, is that ok?"
A smirk caught on his sister's face as Victor blushed at Yuri's smile. His heart was beating in his ears and he tried not to pay attention to his sister's stare. Victor nodded and Yuri's ears reddened, and he left to go and try the outfit on, not to mention show it to his mother. Yurio was still rummaging through the costumes, although his eyes kept trailing back to a silver costume – one of the first Osha could remember seeing. She took advantage of his distraction, to lean over to Victor, her arms around Makkachin, and pinch his cheek.
He looks so at home here. It's good to see.
"Might want to stop blushing, Vitya."
His hands shot up to his cheeks and he only blushed harder.
"Shut up, sliznyak!"
She laughed and bumped his shoulder playfully. It was nice to see him be vulnerable and open with someone… Yuri was having an effect on Victor that neither of them could fully see or understand, but to Osha it was clear.
Even if Yurio did win the competition in two days time, it would be very difficult to tear Victor away from the Japanese skater.
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Russian Dictionary
Vitya - Victor
Oshi/Oshka - Osha
Yura/Yurio (Japanese) - Yuri
Pirozki - Fried Russian Bun-Pie
Vkusno - Delicious
Sliznyak - Slug
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