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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":

"As I was saying, a job offer and a holiday in one, plus you two kissing on live TV…All we need now is a marriage proposal and some kind of dramatic turn around and we'll basically have the key plot line for some kind of sports anime…or at the very least a cheap fanfiction attempt!"

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 11

Girls Night Out, All Chicks, No Dicks! A Surprise Visit, Pre-Rostelecom Cup.

The Rostelecom Cup had come before anyone realised. Time flew by when the Grand Prix Series was on, Osha knew that, but this particular year seemed to be going in a flash…after all the event fell just after her 21st birthday – which had been greatly celebrated with Victor, Yuri and all the gang in Japan…one of the best birthdays she'd had in a long time. Osha had flown back to Russia a week earlier than her brother and Yuri, she needed to spend some time with her parents before the competition in Moscow, and before the possibility of her going to Thailand was decided. She'd left St Petersburg that afternoon, wearing the grey, knitted dress her parents had given her with a pair of woollen leggings and her long black boots. Winter was really settling in and she had to wrap up a little in her trench coat and scarf…a look that wasn't inspired by her brother at all. It was early evening when she arrived in Moscow, and her future decisions were laying heavy on her mind.

I don't know if I'd even be a good coach…

She touched the necklace Yuri and his family had given her, both as a birthday present and as a thank you. It was a small disc with a hole punched through, and a chain. The disc had Japanese characters of "luck" and "little one" inscribed on it, as well as a cherry blossom branch. This particular thought had been floating around her brain ever since she'd been asked to coach, by Phichit and Celestino, and this hadn't helped her with her best attempts to take her mind off the Thai skater.

It's official, I'm screwed no matter what I decided.

An amused sigh escaped her as she dragged her suitcase behind her and entered the hotel where the skaters were being held in Moscow. Her eyes lit up as she spotted her brother, surrounded by reporters. She pushed her glasses up her nose and stopped to hear what was being said, leaning on the handle of her suitcase.

"How do you feel about coming back to Russia?"

"When will you return to skating?"

Why are you standing with your hand on your hip, the world's most expensive pair of sunglasses and a Starbucks, you piece of white trash?

"Until the Grand Prix Final is done, I won't comment on any future plans."

Someone's feet caught Osha's heels and she turned around to bark at them, only to see the taller figure of Yurio glaring over at Victor.

"Yura, hi."

"Hey, Osha."

"How have you been? I watched your performances at Skate Canada, you were amazing."

She gave him a proud smile and Yuri, despite his best efforts, couldn't hide the tiny blush on his face. Before Yurio could reply, he was distracted by one of Victor's answers. A dark shadow loomed over his head as his glare hardened.

"Does that idiot forget I'm also skating at this competition?"

Osha patted his arm.

"Net, he's just very excited to be home…especially with Yuri. I don't think he means to neglect you, he'll still support you tomorrow…you know that, da?"

Yurio "tched" and rolled his eyes.

"I don't need his support. I'm going to win this and then the Grand Prix Final."

"Still confident as ever, Yurio."

"Urgh do not call me that!"

All of a sudden Victor was pointing at the pair of them.

"Hey it's Yurio!"

Yurio's turquoise eyes widened and Osha covered her mouth as she barked out a laugh.

"That is my cue to leave."

She grabbed her suitcase and ran off with a giggle, ignoring Yurio's cry of, "Wait, Osha! Don't abandon me you hag!" She wasn't about to be dragged into Victor and Yurio's press conflict.

Waving a hand behind her, Osha followed a figure towards the lifts. As she drew closer to them, she saw that it was Seung-Gil Lee: the skater from South Korea. He had a very serious look on his face, which was a little intimidating, even for Osha and her bubbly attitude. Next to him, though, was Yuri and he spotted her immediately, giving her a tight hug.

"Hey, Yuri!"

"Hey there! So how was it seeing your parents? Good?"

"Ach, as good as it can be with them."

Yuri raised an eyebrow at this peculiar answer, but Osha waved a hand with a smile and a bump of his shoulder.

"Ignore me. So, are you excited for the competition?"

"More nervous than anything."

"Yuuuurrrii! You've got to get past those nerves of yours. If y-"

"Do you two mind, I'd rather you were both quieter, if not silent."

They both pulled faces as their heads turned slowly. Seung-Gil wasn't even looking at them, just staring blankly at the lift, which dinged and then opened. The sight inside had the South Korean groaning with disdain, the Japanese man raising his eyebrows with shock and the Russian girl covering her mouth with laughter.

"YOU WANT TO TAKE MY-A LITTLE SISTER YOU BETTER BE READY TO GO THROUGH-A ME!"

"Now, now, take it easy!"

"Mickey, calm down. We're just going out to grab a bite."

"Hey, Sara! Hey, Mickey! Do you mind if I tag along?"

Osha grinned as she saw her friend and former-competitor. Sara returned the bright smile and wriggled out of her twin's hold, running out to give the shorter girl a tight hug.

"Osha! It's good to see you! It's been too long!"

"I know! I've missed you!"

While this was going on, Sara's brother, Michele, was still yelling at the Czech skater Emil – the former Osha had known as long as she'd know Sara, but the latter was quite new to her. They'd met a couple of time, and overall, he seemed quite charming, but Osha would hardly call every one of the gentlemen, at this competition, her friend.

"Osha, we have to go out. We will grab Mila when she arrives and go to that cute restaurant down the road, si?"

"Da!"

Sara patted her short friend on the head, before turning her attention on the slightly neglected Yuri.

"Hey, Yuri! We're just grabbing some food; do you want to come?"

Shoving past, Seung-Gil answered the question.

"No."

"Geez, if you don't want to go then at least you could find a way to say that without being a total jerk about it!"

"I get no benefit by being nice to you. So, why bother?"

"SERIOUSLY?!"

The silver-haired Russian hid a snicker as she watched her friend bristle, although there was the faintest hint of a blush on Sara's face. Osha knew the Italian girl was flirty, but it she seemed to react differently to this particular man.

A crush on Grumpus over there? Really, Sara?

"WHAT-A DID YOU SAY?! I'LL RIP YOUR EYEBALLS OUT YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

Yuri and Osha sniggered at Michele's overprotectiveness. Her friend then nudged Osha and whispered in her ear.

"I'll take your stuff up to our room, kay? You go out and have fun."

"You don't want to come Yuri?"

He shook his head. "Nah, honestly I'm exhausted just by watching them here. Haha."

"Haha, ok…thank you!"

She gave him a sisterly hug and then he got into the next lift (with her luggage), a ruffled looking Yurio swift behind him.

Well…that's one lift I'm glad I'm not in.

"Sara! Osha!"

The tall, thin, red-headed figure of Mila walked up to the group. She'd abandoned her bags with Yakov and Georgi, to hug her friends. Instantly the trio of women began chattering and walking towards the door.

"Sara! Where are you going?!"

Mickey was chasing after them, causing both Osha and Mila to giggle, but Sara to groan and turn around.

"We are just going across the street for some food, Mickey. You don't have to come with us, we are having a girl's night, ok?"

The tall, Italian held his twin's shoulders and raised an eyebrow. His purple eyes looked to the two Russians behind her.

"There will be no boys?"

"Of course not, Mickey. We will look after her, don't you worry!"

"Yes, why don't you have a drink at the bar with Emil? I'm sure he'd like that."

"Oh boy, wouldn't I?", said Emil, with a smile, as he threw his arms around Sara's brother.

The girls ran out the door, laughing, and walked across the street to the little restaurant. It was quiet inside and they were able to get a table by the window, before ordering drinks and sitting down for a long catch up.

I've really missed hanging out with the girls. I've been surrounded by guys for months!

"Oshaaaa, you have to stay in Russia and come back to the rink. The boys are driving me crazy."

Sara laughed and sipped her espresso, whilst Osha giggled into her cappuccino. Mila pouted and prodded the silver-haired girl.

"Please! I'm the only girl at the rink now."

"I don't know when I'll be back. I may end up coaching somebody after this."

Upon hearing this, both the other girls sat forward in their seats, bombarding her with questions.

"Oooh, who will you be coaching?"

"Da! Is it one of the junior skaters?"

"Or is it a female skater?"

"Net, Osha wouldn't coach another girl. She gets on better with guys."

"Si, that is true."

"Gu-"

Osha was cut off by her phone vibrating. She frowned when she saw who was calling her.

Phichit? What does he want?

"Ooooh that your new boyfriend?"

Her cheeks flushed at Mila's remark and she shot the other Russian a glare. "Shut up, Mila!"

"You're starting to sound like Yuri, haha."

"Isn't Phichit the Thai skater who's waiting to see if he's going to qualify?"

"Is he the one y-"

"Shut up, I'm going to answer."

Osha's breath felt unsteady as she answered the call, and her voice broke a little as she spoke. Her blue eyes narrowed on both Sara and Mila as they sniggered at her nervousness.

"Hey, Phichit."

"Hi Osha, good to hear from you!"

"You called me, idiot."

"Haha, that's true, but it's still nice to hear you."

She could feel herself turn red. "S-spasibo. Nice to hear from you too. To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call? You're not trying to drag me back to Thailand, are you?"

"Haha, well…"

"Oh, shut up you creep."

They both laughed and Osha could hear the sounds of traffic on Phichit's end, her eyes catching the lights of the cars outside.

"So, what is it, Peachy?"

"So, yeah, I'm in Moscow."

"WHAT?!"

"I know, weird, right? I'm actually outside the hotel where the skaters are staying. Thought I'd come see the competition before I died panicking back home. But, yeah, I was like, I have no idea how to get around in Russia and who do I know that's Russian?"

Osha swatted away her friend's hands as they began prodding her with questions of "What is he saying?" and "Why are you blushing?" She turned her eyes outside and stared across the street…

Sure enough, there stood a baseball-capped figure, slightly shorter than other guys, on his phone.

"One second, Phichit."

She stood and walked out the door of the restaurant, grabbing her coat and scarf. Mila and Sara chased after her, laughing, as she powered across the road.

For someone so small, she is very fast!

"Osha, wait up!"

At the sound of her name, Phichit turned to see the group of girls approaching him, the shortest at the front with a very confused, but amused expression on her face. He grinned, laughing and hanging up his phone, as she came to a stop in front of him, resting her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.

"Wow, didn't think you'd get here that fast, Oshi!"

"I was literally across the street when you called! Now what the heck are you doing here?"

"Well firstly, I came to watch the competition. I was going nuts back home waiting to hear if I qualified. And secondly, I heard it was your birthday."

Her heart jumped a little.

He knew when my birthday was? Did Vitya tell him?

"Aww, so you came to wish her happy birthday in person?"

"You're such a good boyfriend! I'm jealous, Osha!"

Both Osha and Phichit flushed furiously, waving their arms at Mila and Sara – who wore identical smirks on their faces. "NO NO NO, WE'RE NOT DATING!" They then awkwardly avoided eye contact after that as they went into the hotel.

Mila and Sara both hugged Osha, engulfing with their tallness and whispering to her about what an adorable couple she and Phichit made. Osha shoved them away, hiding her blush and hissing "Piss off you hags…aw crap I really am turning into Yura!"

"Haha, night Osha, night Phichit. It was nice to meet you!"

"SARA, YOU LIED TO ME! YOU SAID THERE'D BE NO MEN!"

"Mickey?! Why are you still awake?! You have a competition tomorrow remember?!"

Phichit laughed, running a hand through his dark hair, and looked down at Osha with a smile. She took off her glasses and gave her tired eyes a rub.

"Well, he's a bit overprotective!"

"They're twins, he's just looking out for her…but, yes, it is getting a little unhealthy, especially during competition season."

They both shook their heads and chuckled, enjoying a moment of companionable silence. The Thai skater then cleared his throat and gestured to the bar behind him.

"So, would you like a birthday drink? Or do you have to be up early tomorrow?"

"Are you sure you should be drinking? You're still in the season, you know?"

"Haha, yeah, but one drink never hurt anyone!"

Tell that to Yuri!

"C'mon, please, it's just one drink."

Phichit's eyes widened and he started doing a pouty lip. Osha giggled and shook her head, folding her arms at his antics.

If he weren't adorable I would've walked away by now.

"Fine, odin drink."

"Yay!" He hugged her round the shoulders and walked to the bar.

Victor was there along with Michele's coach, so the pair decided to sit with them and chat. The conversation immediately turned to persuading Osha to coach – this was mainly Victor, Phichit had decided to let her make her own decision without pressuring her at all.

They each had a couple of drinks, and, eventually Mickey's coach left as it grew ever later. Osha's eyes felt heavy as she lost track of the words coming out of people's mouths. Her head lulled and dropped onto Phichit's shoulder.

He feels so warm…and smells really nice.

The tanned boy felt a small blush creep up his neck as her breath fanned against it, gentle, but heavy. She looked so innocent and small, sound asleep on his shoulder, her arms folded and fringe drooping across her face. Victor, head resting on his chin, chuckled and shook his head.

"Oshi's never been one for late nights."

"Haha, to be honest I don't blame her."

"Neither do I, she does them to keep me company. Ah, well, I best get her up to bed."

The Russian man stood and walked round the table. He carefully slipped an arm around his little sister's shoulders, and one under her legs – treating her recovering limb with the utmost care – before gently easing her out from under the table. Osha's head, still asleep, rolled onto Victor's chest, fingers loosely gripping onto his top like a security blanket. Phichit watched, with an understanding at just how close these siblings were.

I haven't had to do this for a while. She's still as light as ever.

"Well see you tomorrow, Phichit!"

…

Russian Dictionary

Vitya – Victor

Oshi – Osha

Yura/Yurio (Japanese) – Yuri

Peachy (Osha only) – Phichit

Da – Yes

Net – No

Spasibo – Thanks

Odin – One

Si (Italian) - Yes

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