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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":

Unfortunately, Yuri still had the block competition of the "Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Championship" due to his EXTREMELY poor performance in the Nationals last year.

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 7

Face Beet-Red! It's the First Competition! The Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Championship

(Fifth Skate)

"Wow, quite a turnout, huh?"

"Been like this since the public practice earlier."

Osha looked up at Minako and Nishigori, raising her eyebrows with surprise.

"Are domestic competitions always this popular among the skating society?"

The ballet instructor nodded.

"Generally, yeah."

"Wow…I did not know that."

She stroked her chin thoughtfully as the burly man gave a big belly laugh and ruffled her hair.

"Well, when you are an internationally-known, gold medal winning skater, I doubt you've been to many domestic competitions since you first started skating!"

"…that's true…but still it's very exciting! Yuri must be getting those butterflies in his stomach by now, da?"

Her smiled wavered when she saw the concern in Minako's face.

"Hope Yuri is ok. He's usually a mess before a competition."

"Oh, speak of the devil. Yuri! Over here!"

The short girl jumped and waved as she spotted Yuri's worried face amongst the crowd of fans. He had his glasses off and hair slicked back, but the same old, anxious Yuri bubbled at the surface as he approached the trio. Osha smiled and patted his arm as he came to a stop.

"Hello, Yu-"

"Do you guys know where Victor is?"

The three of them frowned.

Vitya isn't with Yuri?

"It's about to start and I can't find him."

Suddenly there was an outcry of feminine squealing and heart-eyes, sparkling seeming to sound from every direction. Osha rolled her eyes and jerked a thumb behind her, not needing to even turn around to know that her older sibling was approaching them probably dressed to the nines and awing all in his wake.

"I believe that is the sound of your beau's entourage of adoring fans."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you waiting?"

It took all Yuri had not to throttle Victor for putting his nerves on edge. He could see a dark cloud of disparagement looming over the head of Osha as she folded her arms and drummed her fingers along her jacket. Yuri, moving himself a little way between the two so she wouldn't lunge at her brother, continued.

"What did you change your clothes for?!"

"Today is my debut as coach, so I thought I would dress for the occasion. Why don't you like it?"

Of course I like it, but Osha looks like she's about to throttle you with your own tie.

"You look like an arrogant peacock strutting his feathers all over the place and making people drool over you…it's so sickening I feel the need to applaud you."

Even with her heavily laced sarcasm, and slow clapping, Victor was too absorbed in the moment to hear her words and merely answered with a cheery "Spasibo!". Nishigori had to grab the back of Osha's coat and hoist her back, tucking the tiny woman under his arm as she attempted to smack some sense into her brother. Minako grumbled alongside them.

"He stands out more than the skaters!"

"Well, there's not much we can do now s-"

"We could always hack his suit to pieces!"

A piercing blue glare was shot Victor's way, which Nishigori attempted to nervously laugh off as he dragged the two women to the rink to watch the skating. It wasn't long before they were all stood watching the ice as the skaters took to it for a quick warm up.

Yuri looks very much in the zone right now. I wonder if he is trying too hard to bury his nerves? It might hinder his performance, no matter how much I enjoy watching him blank Victor in his moment of coaching stupidity.

Her eyes drifted round when she heard Minako mutter under her breath, lowering her Japanese-written sign.

"Ohhh, he's nervous."

"Gentlemen, the warm up has ended. Please make your way off the ice so that the competition can begin."

Here we go then…the first skate for Yuri since last year and the first competition of Vitya's coaching career.

A vibration in her pocket caused her to pull her phone out, just as Yuri turned his back on Victor (yet again) only to be embraced by him, tightly from behind. Osha's hand lowered as she gawped over at them, her jaw hanging loosely. As the paparazzi snapped pictures wildly, Yuri was looking completely thrown by this sudden sign of affection. Victor, on the other hand, was trying to resist every instinct that was telling him never to let this man go.

…very bold of you Vitya, I'm proud.

Her heart warmed at the sight and she quickly checked her phone to see why it had vibrated.

phichit+chu has followed you on Instagram

chu_phichee has added you on Snapchat

Phichit Chulanont has requested to add you on Facebook

…why has Yuri's friend…?

She stared at the notifications a moment longer, before pocketing her phone and turning her attention fully onto Yuri's performance. As he skated into the middle of the rink, the trio of moral support whooped and cheered.

"Go Yuri!"

"Give 'em hell!"

"Udachi!"

Osha smiled as the music began and Yuri's body flowed with it. Their practice had paid off as he embodied the temptress, dancing across the ice, begging men to try and seduce him. If it hadn't been for the obvious fact that he and her brother were unknowingly attracted to each other: she would've been a little seduced herself by the performance…. not that she was going to tell either of them this….ever.

Oh, he over-rotated his jump! It's ok, he may not lose many points over it.

His quad-triple combination turned into a quad-double, but other than that his performance was magnificent and Osha was jumping up and down applauding him as he finished.

"THAT WAS AWESOME YURI!"

"Haha who is that? A Yuri super-fan?"

"That's Kenjirou Minami, he's Yuri's biggest competition here."

Osha laughed as the blonde boy waved and cheered her friend.

"I think he'd rather Yuri won…bless him."

I don't think Yuri realises how many people look up to him as a skater…I certainly do.

"Why is he getting yelled at? He had the audience panting him!"

Without even turning to look at Minako, Osha's mouth began moving.

"Because although his performance was incredible, and highly improved upon since the Hots Springs on Ice, it was very sloppy for a Grand Prix competition. There were aspects of his programme, mainly his jumps and speed going in and out of them, which he should have controlled better for a skater of his age and standing. Also, while his interpretation was definitely high ranking, he did – momentarily – forget his storyline towards the end. He won't break the hundred mark, but he should still be proud of that performance."

She finished, with a stunned expression on her face at the amount she apparently had noticed. Minako blink, sign hanging limply in her fingers and Nishigori laughed loudly.

"There's your answer, Minako! Straight from Little Miss Coach's mouth!"

"Shut up, Nishigori. I'm not a coach."

"You'd sure make one hell of one."

Before she had a chance to reply, they were all distracted by the score. It was a new personal best for Yuri and this had them all celebrating with the same amount of enthusiasm as before.

…

The next day Osha arrived a little earlier than Nishigori and Minako, so was able to have a wee chat with some of the skaters and press while she was waiting. She was sharing an anecdote with Morooka when she heard a loud fangirl screech directly behind her.

"OH MY GOD! YOU'RE OSHA NIKIFOROV! YOU'RE MY THIRD FAVOURITE SKATER AFTER YURI AND MY COACH!"

Osha turned around to see the blonde-haired boy who'd been cheering on Yuri the day before – Kenjirou Minami. She smiled and waved a hand.

"Well placing third is such an honour! Especially after two fantastic skaters! I'll make sure to let Yuri know that when I see him later."

"EEEK! You're actually speaking to me! This is like a dream! All I need now is for Yuri to notice me and my life will be complete."

He matched her in height…which was a little daunting for the older girl seeing as this boy was only three years younger than her at 17. She laughed though and held her chin between her fingers.

"Of course, I love talking with fellow skaters and fans. I watched your performance yesterday which was fantastic – you have true potential! As for Yuri, I promise I will get him to take a photo with you at the end of the competition…how does that sound?"

Minami, barely functioning as it was, merely answered her by hugging her tightly and watery-eyed squealing an incoherent babble. He had to be peeled off of her by his coach so he could get to the warm up…and so Osha could finally catch up with Minako and Nishigori; who'd arrived in the middle of this happening, but had laughed and headed straight into the rink.

As the warm up finished, the silver-haired girl noted how her brother looked very pissed off at something. His mouth moved as he spoke from a distance and he appeared to slam Yuri's skate guards on the side of the rink, before walking off in a huff.

What is all that about?!

"Please welcome, Kenjirou Minami!"

She joined in the applause, although her head was still with the weird behaviour from the two men she cared about. Minami's head was shooting around nervously as he was applauded onto the ice. Osha cupped her hands round her mouth and let out a loud call that mixed with the crowds.

"Udachi, Minami!"

The young, Japanese boy took a deep breath as he prepared to start. It was in the lull of silence that a loud voice carried around the echoic room.

"HEY MINAMI! GOOD LUCK!"

YURI?!

"GOOD LUCK!"

Even from where she was standing, Osha could see that Yuri's support had ignited a deep fanboyish flame within the younger skater. His eyes sparkled as he smiled with determination and he let out a squeal as the music began. The music was fantastic, a boogie with great swing to it which had the whole room clapping along as Minami landed his first two jumps beautifully. His third, however, he stumbled and ended up skidding along the ice…but it didn't stop the waves of support, nor his determination to finish his programme with flare and finesse.

He needs to learn how to be consistent….but he's young, he has plenty of time for all that. Right now he's skating because he finds joy from it.

Minami got a new personal best. As every other skater took to the ice, he wished them the best of luck. The other skates flew by and soon it was time for Yuri. He walked by with a focused look on his face, slapping Minami firmly on the back as a mark of congratulating him. Osha smiled as she saw the purple blazer Hiroko had altered for Yuri, glittering under the lights.

He looks like a proper star. OH HOLY PIROZKI WHAT IS VITYA DOING TO HIS LIPS?! IS HE PUTTING LIP BALM ON THEM OR CARESSING THEM?!

She stared, wide-eyed, glasses sliding down her nose as the pair hugged and Yuri stepped onto the ice.

"I heard Victor wanted him to cut it down to only one quad this time, but I wonder if that's going to happen."

"Yeah, Yuri's a stubborn ass when he wants to be."

"Net?"

"Yeah, knowing him, he may revert to the original programme."

"GO YURI! GOOD LUCK!"

"Representing Ice Castle, Hasetsu – please welcome, Yuri Katsuki!"

Osha bit her lip as the strong piano melody echoed out over the lonely hall. It made Yuri look isolated, alone, just how he wanted his programme to represent the early stages of his career. As it built up, he stiffened and Osha could tell he was reverting the programme as he stepped out of his salchow. She glanced over to where her brother was standing and saw that he'd figured it out too. They both watched, amazed, as Yuri landed a triple loop perfectly and then performed a moving step sequence…realising something like love. Osha hadn't realised that tears were rolling down her cheeks as he performed one of the most enchanting Outside Spread-Eagle into an Ina Bauer combinations she'd ever seen. Her breath was shaky as she inhaled, unable to tear her gaze away from him…proud of him, proud of her brother, as Yuri skated with everything he had…laying his soul onto the ice and his love for the world to see.

She steeled herself when his triple flip turned into a double…her inner coach (as it were) kicking in and taking over her judgement.

Don't rush yourself, Yuri! You need to be consistent…you're going to hit the w-!

She flinched as Yuri tripped, face hitting the wall. A small smirk caught on her damp cheek, though, as she was greatly reminded of her brother in that moment…Yuri finishing his performance with a heavy nosebleed. He skated towards Victor as Minako, Nishigori and Osha shared a massive group hug and jumped around – only to split apart when they saw their friend hit the ground because a certain Russian didn't want blood on his new suit. His score was fantastic for his performance, and as Osha ran to go and congratulate him she saw him smiling, signing autographs and taking pictures with Minami and his friends.

Victor gasped as his little sister tackle hugged him tightly.

"Pozdravleniya, Vitya!"

"Spasibo!"

"I'm so proud!"

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head as Minako and Nishigori started congratulating Yuri. The silver-haired man whispered into his sister's ear with a light smile on his face.

"Couldn't have got here without you, Oshi. I'm serious when I say you should think about coaching."

She blushed, before punching him in the arm and going to hug Yuri tightly.

"Well done, Yuri! How was it then, winning your first competition in a while?"

"…I started having fun! It's all a bit of a blur."

"Not because you hit your face off the wall and gave yourself concussion?"

"Haha."

…

Russian Dictionary

Vitya – Victor

Oshi – Osha

Da – Yes

Spasibo – Thank You

Udachi – Good Luck

Pirozki – Russian Fried Bun-Pie

Pozdravleniya - Congratulations

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