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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":

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!"

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 12

Yuri vs. Yuri, The Horror! Rostelecom Cup, Short Programme

(Eighth Skate)

"OSHA! Hey! Wondered when I'd be seeing you, Toots!"

Arms looped around Osha's front and JJ buried his face in her neck, as he attacked her from behind. She laughed as her friend dug his chin into her shoulder and squeezed her tightly – much to the irritation of Victor and the upset of Phichit.

Of course, she's going to have other guy friends…she's a pretty – no gorgeous – no beautiful girls…of course guys will want to be her friend.

"If you don't mind taking your hands off my sister, Jean."

The matching sets of ice-blue eyes met and narrowed at one another. Osha turned and hugged JJ, spiting her brother and increasing the agitation in Phichit's stomach. Yuri was watching the interaction, puzzled as he couldn't hear what was being said due to his headphones.

"Vitya, get a grip and leave JJ alone."

"We're all friends here."

A shadow crossed her brother's face as he gritted his teeth, shoulders tensing as he glared at the Canadian skater. JJ was attempting to smile away his awkwardness, his parents tutting at Victor's manner.

"Net, you're the brat who ruined her career."

"Vitya! That is enough." She'd shoved his chest a little, hurt in her eyes as she defended her friend. "You have to let this go, before you attract any more attention to yourself, you idiot. JJ did nothing wrong, can't you please just be civil…for me?"

The silver-haired man growled something and then stalked away with a "Fine, but it doesn't mean I like him", dragging a very confused Yuri behind him. JJ, becoming very Canadian, started apologising to her, but Osha waved them away.

"No, he was the one being a zhopa. I'll get him to apologise."

"I don't think that's necessary, Toots."

The short girl nodded, as the speakers began announcing the start of the competition. Feeling irritated by this brief spat, Osha wished her former partner luck, before walking off with Phichit to find some seats. The Thai skater watched her fidget, a little concerned as she bristled and muttered in Russian to herself. He reached over and took one of her hands, giving it a gentle squeeze and rendering her stationary for a brief second. She looked at him, perplexed, heart racing, but the boy's grey eyes were looking out onto the ice as Seung-Gil's performance began.

His hand is so warm.

In front of them sat Mila and Georgi. Her red-headed friend turned around for a moment and smirked when she saw them, giving Osha a suggestive wink. The silver-haired girl merely contained a snort and shook her head at her friend's antics, as Mila chuckled and looked back at the rink.

"So, what does Coach Osha think of the amount of sex appeal in this season?"

She jumped as Phichit whispered to her, under the noise of people's applause as the skater landed a quad-loop.

Impressive…I've never even seen Vitya land one in competition before.

"Well, I know for a fact that there are three girls under 10 watching this, so I'm concerned for their innocence!"

The pair laughed and continued watching the performance, Osha pointing out fine details in the programme to Phichit.

I don't she realises just how much she picks up on when watching a performance…

"Don't you think his outfit reminds you of a parrot?"

The loud outburst of laughter from the Thai skater attracted a few looks, and the pair ducked behind their hands sniggering. Georgi rolled his eyes with a gentle smile.

"You two are behaving like children."

"Ooh he fell, he got enough rotations, but his emotionless expression will get him performance deductions."

The tanned boy smiled as Osha completely ignored her former rink-mate, her coaching side taking over as the performance finished and every began applauding loudly. Next up was Emil from the Czech Republic. Osha and Mila spotted their Italian friend standing behind her brother, like a shadow, as the bearded, young man jumped high off the ice.

"Wow," Phichit said as he caught a couple of pictures on his phone, "Emil sure can jump, can't he?"

Osha nodded, "Da, but he tends to put too much effort into his height and loses stamina towards the end of his programme. Perfecting your jumps is a priority, but we shouldn't let it be the centre focus for what you should be doing before the final. Your performance side does need some tidying up as well."

"We?"

She flushed a little. Did I really say that? Phichit laughed and elbowed her side lightly. Osha rolled her eyes and swatted him away.

"Does that mean it's a yes?"

"I don't know."

"So, it's a yes then?"

"Shut up, Peachy."

"I think it's a yes from her."

"You too, Mila."

"I thought it would be."

"Oh, look Michele is up, let's be quiet and watch him, shall we?!"

They all sat back in silence and watched as Michele gave a strong performance. Sara cheered him on from the side-lines, but Mila could see that her friend looked a little troubled. She turned back to Osha and spoke as the Italian left the ice, and group two came out.

"Sara looked a little off, wouldn't you say?"

"Da, I hope she's just nervous for the ladies, but I think she might try to talk to Mickey about his overprotectiveness."

"In the middle of the competition?!"

Osha shrugged, not taking her eyes away from the twins as they received the score at the kiss-and-cry.

Yuri was up next. He looked more relaxed than the day before and Victor had managed to cheer up a little. The Japanese man smiled down as his coach tied his skates.

"Don't get yourself too worked up about Oshi."

The blue eyes raised a little to look at him, and Victor gave a little nod. It was only natural that he was concerned about his sister, but he needed to learn that she could take care of herself.

Don't think about that now, you need to concentrate on the programme. I have to show the whole of Russia that only I can satisfy Victor's love.

"Oh, don't look now Osha!"

"Hey!"

Phichit laughed as he covered her glasses with his hands, hiding the fact that Yuri had just grabbed Victor's tie and had almost pulled him in for a kiss. Osha giggled and pushed his hands away, complaining.

"You do realise I had to watch him be all lovey-dovey after the Cup of China? Also, not to mention that I am older than you, and have that," she pointed at Victor, "for a brother. Now I've got your smeary fingerprints all over my glasses!"

The Thai boy merely laughed and draped an arm round the back of her chair.

"So, that's a yes then?"

"I'm just going to pretend I don't know for the next few minutes."

She said this with a smirk, and folded her arms, as Yuri's performance went underway.

It's like someone lit a fire in him today. I wonder if it's the Russian crowd? He'll want to impress them to show he's worthy of Vitya, but I can see my brother's blush from way up here…so, you don't have to prove anything to me, Yuri. You have always been worthy of him.

Out of the corner of her eye, Osha could see Phichit pouting at his front camera whilst trying to take a subtle selfie with her. She rolled her eyes and smirked, not wanting to ruin his fun as Yuri landed his fist jump perfectly.

"Zamechatel'no!" She said, applauding her friend as he finished with a flawless performance – grabbing the boy next to her by the arm and shaking him excitedly

Phichit joined her with matching enthusiasm as Victor's cry of "Yuri!" rang out over the applause.

"OI VITYA, DON'T KISS HIS SKATES OR YOU'LL CUT YOUR TONGUE OFF!"

Osha began a teasing heckle as she watched her older sibling at the kiss-and-cry. She, and Phichit, then sat back down, containing a chuckle as their attention was drawn to the newest skater on the ice.

"Wow, Yuri Plisetsky looks like an angel."

Why does he look so nervous? Yura..what's wrong?

Another chuckle rose within her as she saw her brother and Yuri cheer Yurio on, but she still bit her thumb as the performance began. The Russian girl patted Phichit on the leg and stood up.

"I'm going down to the rink side. I'm going to congratulate Yuri."

She turned to go, stopped and looked back round.

"You want to come with?"

"Sure."

The pair set off down the stairs, missing most of Yurio's performance, although they could hear it over the speakers.

He fell?

All Osha wanted was to give the younger boy a hug. Her attention was distracted and she missed a stair, slipping and stumbling as her knee gave a faint jab of pain.

"Careful!"

Before she could hit the ground, however, an arm had encircled her waist and another her shoulders as Phichit caught her and pulled her into his chest. Both their hearts were sprinting as Osha stared at Phichit's coat…unsure of how best to move now.

Is this a moment? Wait why am I thinking about that? I want her to be my coach, not my girlfriend! Is her knee ok?

The Thai skater moved down the last step, before loosening his arms a little. He took Osha's chin and tilted her head up.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks."

He smiled.

"Don't mention it. Come to Thailand and we'll call it even."

They both chuckled and slowly Phichit's arms dropped, as the deafening applause signalled the end of Yurio's short programme. The two skaters walked through the tunnel to the rink, just in time to see Yurio step off the ice and pass by JJ.

Don't freak out Osha…just keep calm before you have a heart attack!

"Oh, I'm sorry, ladies first, please."

"JJ, don't be rude to Yura!"

Did she really move on from before that quickly? Did my saving her from death…well not death….and I didn't really save her…

"Oi, quit hugging me you hag!"

He looked up to see the tiny girl hugging the teen. Yurio was desperately trying to get away, cat ear slipping down the side of his head. Phichit laughed and snapped a quick picture to post on Snapchat. Osha giggled and merely hugged the boy tighter.

"Yurio, stop being so rude! I'm your elder, I can do what I want!"

"Oshka, let Yurashka go. We don't have time for this, we need to get to the kiss-and-cry."

Osha immediately sobered and took a step back, a smile still on her face.

"Yes, Yakov. C'mon Peachy, let's find Vitya and Yuri and watch JJ's skate."

They left the group of miserable-looking Russians and walk around the rink. Phichit's jaw-dropped as he watched JJ effortlessly land a jump. Osha stopped and looked at him, his eyes wide with awe.

I've made my decision.

"Wow…"

"Don't worry, you'll be landing with that much ease after I'm through with you."

"Wait, after you're through? Does that mean, it's-"

"Yes, you idiot. I have high expectations that you're gonna qualify, so I'd be happy to help you in the few weeks before the final."

He leapt and hugged her tightly. "YES!"

"Can't breathe…being smothered!"

"Whoops, sorry! WOW HE LANDED A QUAD LUTZ!"

"What?!"

They both gawked at the Canadian skater, Osha's heart swelling with pride for her friend as his programme finished. The Thai skater laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck.

"You don't expect to have me doing that, do you?"

"Well…" Her smirk was evil and Phichit groaned.

"Oshiiiii!"

She giggled and bumped his shoulder as JJ's programme came to an end. As he bent over and kissed the ice, Osha glimpsed Yuri answering his phone.

I hope JJ never has to perform after Chris...otherwise that would just be gross.

"Yuri, are you ok?"

Phichit's voice dragged her back to reality and she turned around to see a panic-stricken Yuri, clutching his phone to his ear. She went over to him and touched his arm.

"Yuri…?"

"I-I…"

Osha carefully plucked the phone from him, squeezing his shoulder and taking his hand. She held it to her ear and spoke, anxiety beginning to quiver in her stomach.

"Hello, this is Osha."

"Osha, it's Mari."

"Hey there, Mari…what's happened?"

"I hate to phone, especially in the middle of a competition…but Makka got into the steam buns and one of them got lodged in his throat…"

No! Makkachin!

"…we're at the vet right now, but we're not sure if he's going to make it."

Her breathing felt laboured as her vision became watery with tears. Victor couldn't lose Makkachin…he was the only thing he had when Osha wasn't there. The old dog had always been there, as far as she could remember…she couldn't imagine her brother without him. Yuri gave her hand a squeeze and held out his shaky hand for his phone.

"Osha…"

"I'm going to hand you back over to Yuri."

"I'm sorry."

Yuri finished the call and kissed Osha on the forehead.

"What is wrong? Oshi!"

Victor had just rounded the corner. Yuri, still holding Osha's hand, turned to his coach. Phichit put a hand on Osha's upper back, trying to offer some comfort.

"Victor, you need to get back to Japan! I can handle the free skate tomorrow on my own."

Both Russians, having now sobered towards the situation, began protesting loudly at this idea. Yuri explained the situation to him, and Victor's eyes widened. Osha could see that he didn't want to cry in public, but she knew he was worried…really worried.

"You know you have to go back."

"I already I told you I can't."

"Vitya, this is Makkachin! You need to go!"

"Oshi, unless you're offering to be Yuri's coach for the day, I can't see how I can just leave!"

"I wouldn't know where to start with tomorrow!"

Her older, taller sibling rubbed his forehead and contained a scared groan. He turned and before him stood his grumpy solution.

"Yakov! That's it, thank god. I'm so glad you're here, you are the coach for me."

"What's this? Crawling back already?"

Osha raised an eyebrow.

Vitya, what are you doing?

"It'll just be for tomorrow, one day only, will you help Osha be Yuri's coach?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"HUH?!"

…

That very night saw Yuri, Osha and Victor gathered in the hotel lobby as the latter prepared to depart for Japan. He was jabbering away like a panicked, silver-haired beanpole and Osha felt nervous just watching him.

"Ask Yakov if you need help or don't understand something."

Which one of us are you talking to?

Is it me or Yuri he is telling?

"If you're in trouble, just hug him and he'll be there for you."

Osha could tell by the look on Yuri's face that he wasn't convinced by Victor's statement. Her brother wrapped his arms tightly around the shorter man and inhaled deeply, trying to engrain everything about Yuri into his head.

I don't want to leave them…I feel like I'm abandoning them, but Makkachin needs me.

"I'm sorry Yuri, Osha…I know I won't be here, but I'll be with you in spirit."

Spirit won't help him, Vitya! We need you! You're what's holding this shipwreck together, you idiot! I can't do this by myself…I thought I was ready, but I wasn't, I need you here bratti!

Arms hugged her and she clung onto Victor's coat with shaking hands, her stomach churning. Victor could sense her worry, but he needed Osha to be strong for him, and for Yuri.

"Please Oshi, look after him…I need you to take care of him. I know you can do it," he whispered in her ear, before kissing her cheek and walking out the door.

…

Russian Dictionary

Vitya – Victor

Oshi/Oshka/Toots (JJ only) – Osha

Yurio/Yurashka – Yuri

Peachy (Osha only) – Phichit

Da – Yes

Net – No

Zhopa – Ass

Bratti – Brother

Zamechatel'no – Wonderful

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