HEY! I am back! *waves manically* I finally did it! I finally updated. Go me! I am so sorry it's been this long, but I have been super busy and the writer's block has been slowly killing my soul – speaking of "killing", everyone read the latest chapter of Killing Stalking? OMFG I WAS NOT PREPARED! Alsooooo Voltron Season 4 starts next week :O I AM SO FRICKING EXCITED! And I have Black Butler BotA to watch, as well as all the Free! Movies to look forward too, not to mention the excitement of waiting for all the Yuri! On Ice updates…damn it's a good time to be and otaku.
I will now be attempting to have this part of Osha's story (yes there will be a sequel with the movie and new series of YOI) finished by the end of the year! THAT IS MY PLAN AND I SHALL HOPEFULLY STICK TO IT!
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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":
Phichit pretended to think about if for a moment, before cupping the Russian girl's cheek and kissing her again – a long, slow kiss that caused their hearts to quicken their pace and their lips to understand the feel of one another. Osha lifted a hand to hold Phichit's elbow as he kissed her, feeling the blood rush to her face causing her pale skin to turn red. When they drew away for breath, the Thai skater pinched her nose with a smirk and then stole her glasses.
"I can live with that."
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 17
Prepare Yourselves, the Time has Come. Let's get ready to go to Barcelona!
***Days Until Grand Prix Final: 2***
"Pe-", she was cut off as lips covered her own, causing her to chuckle and roll her eyes – although she wrapped her arms around the Thai boy's neck and returned the heated kiss with the same amount of vigour.
He was trying to avoid finishing his packing – even though their flight was in a few hours – as it was one of his least favourite things to do. Osha had finished her suitcase the night before and had been pestering her, now, boyfriend to finish his own packing without her assistance. This hadn't gone down well with Phichit, who had taken it upon himself to pester her all day until she agreed to help him. The tactic of kissing her was a sudden approach, but one neither of them was against.
"Mm," Osha tried to speak as she nearly tripped on Phichit's abandoned, open suitcase on the floor, but Phichit took this opportunity to roughen the kiss, gracing her lips with his tongue.
This caused Osha to squeak and jump back, tripping and landing in the tanned boy's suitcase.
T-that was…well…uh…I mean I've dated before and I've been kissed before, but -… never like that… she thought, her heart racing in her ears and her cheeks flushed a shade of pink that nearly matched her RSF (Russian Skating Federation) jacket.
Phichit's laughter dragged her out of her thoughts, although his own face was crimson and his heart rate was elevated, pupils in those grey iris' dilated. He clutched his side as he bent down, giggling away, and pushed her silver hair out of her face as she pouted at him.
"I know you said pack the essentials, Oshi, but I don't think you'll fit in my suitcase," he jested, prodding her nose which caused her to poke her tongue out at him.
"Oh, shut up, and help me up."
Still laughing, he took her outstretched hand and helped her to her feet, pulling her into his arms and hugging her waist. "Ok, go away now."
Osha's blue eyes flickered and she frowned. "Rude."
Phichit flicked her forehead and then kissed it. "It's so I can concentrate on packing. Can't have my beautiful girlfriend distracting me now, can I? Especially when it's her who wants me to be all packed." He stroked her flushed cheek, before playfully shoving her out of the room. Osha giggled and shook her head, jogging down the stairs, looking at her phone as she opened Snapchat and sent a picture to her brother. It was of her pouting at the camera, with the message of "BF has kicked me out the bedroom ?wants to "pack" by himself."
Victor's reply came quickly, his picture blurred and all in caps lock. "WHAT?!" It was then proceeded by a long rant in Russian about how Osha and Phichit had only just started dating etc. and the silver haired girl could barely contain her laughter as she messed with her older brother.
Ah Vitya, you're so naïve sometimes.
Eventually she sorted out his confusion, and was sipping away at a cup of tea, attempting to read the Thai newspaper, as Phichit came down the stairs with his suitcase. He gave her a kilowatt smile which caused her heart to go into overdrive as he spoke, "Ciao Ciao just text, he'll be here in 5 minutes and then it's off to Barcelona!"
"Great!" She said, returning the smile. Phichit then smirked to himself and sat next to her on the sofa. The tanned boy unsubtly wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeaked closer to Osha.
Very subtle there, Peachy-boy.
"So…"
"So?"
"We've got 5 minutes," he kissed her cheek, "any ideas of what we could do?" He wiggled his eyebrows, causing her to giggle and cover her mouth as she tried not to choke on her tea.
Once she'd quickly sobered – and stopped inhaling her beverage – she ran a careful finger along the Thai boy's arm, "Oh I have at least one idea," she said, smirking.
"And what's that?" Phichit edged his face closer to hers.
"Double checking you packed everything on the list I wrote for you!"
…
"I'm going to go and get us checked in, you kids wait here."
The Thai boy saluted Celestino. "Aye aye, Captain Ciao Ciao!", said Phichit with a smile. Both of his coaches refrained from rolling their eyes, and Osha leant her head against her new-boyfriend's arm as the older man went to the reception desk. The boy looked down at her, her blue eyes staring ahead, and smiled. She'd stolen his baseball cap, which was too big for her head, but she wasn't about to give it back to him in a hurry – Phichit knew his hoodies would be next.
"Any word from Yuri yet?" His inquiry had her looking up at him, and checking her mobile. She let out a little yawn – a bit jet-lagged from the flight – and nodded. "Yeah, they should be landing tonight. Knowing Vitya, he'll head straight for the pool, and Yuri'll probably go to bed – so I doubt we'll be seeing them until practice tomorrow."
Phichit hummed quietly, "What is it with Russians and the cold?"
The silver-haired girl giggled and shrugged, "Don't ask me. We just love the cold – I'll probably hit the pool later."
"We still going to Sagrada Familia though?"
"Of course, but I need to have my first swim of the winter beforehand." She said, pinching his cheek.
"You're weird!"
"Yes, but you're the one dating me, so doesn't that make you the weirder one?"
Celestino returned with their room keys – he and Phichit had one room, Osha had another – and so their conversation was continued in the lifts.
…
Being one of the first few skaters to arrive meant that the hotel was very quiet – majority of the skaters were scheduled to arrive in the late afternoon and evening. Phichit had gone for a nap, the jetlag having finally caught up with him, and Osha had taken this opportunity to go and look for the pool. On her way she had bumped into Chris who had told her that JJ had just checked in. He had then offered to accompany her to the pool – and they'd battered a bit of flirting back and forth, but Osha had then decided to postpone her swim and go and say "hello" to her former doubles partner.
She arrived in the reception, and immediately her name was being shouted the very second, she stepped out the lift. "Osha! Hey! Over here!"
A smile crept onto her face as she walked over to the Canadian. JJ's parents gave her a wave a she walked over, and she greeted them both with a tight hug. "Hi Alain! Hi Nathalie! It's been too long!"
Alain laughed, "Hi Osha, I see you haven't changed at all."
"Of course not! She's still as charming as ever," Nathalie said, patting Osha's cheek. JJ then went to give her a hug, but she pushed him and wrapped her arms around his mum. "Nah, I only came to see my second parents. Nobody likes you, Jean."
JJ mocked being wounded, "Hey, stop trying to steal my parents!"
"Nope, they love me more."
It was at that moment, that Osha then spotted the girl from all JJ's recent photos, standing a little awkwardly behind them. The Russian girl smiled and let go of Nathalie, nudging her friend's arm. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancé, JJ?"
Her friend blushed and then wrapped his arm around the woman's shoulders, bringing her forward to meet his best friend. "Sorry, but you were a bit preoccupied trying to adopt yourself into my family. Osha, this is Isabella Yang. Isabella, this is-"
Isabella stepped forward with a smile, holding her hand out to the smaller woman. "Osha, hi. JJ has told me so much about you. I've been pestering him for ages about meeting you."
The Russian smiled, shaking Isabella's hand, "Same here, but I think he was a bit afraid I'd judge you," she said with a laugh.
"Oh, I know," the woman laughed, "He kept on talking about this Russian girl to me, and I kept on thinking 'Oh why don't you just go on ahead and marry her then?!', but I've seen all your pictures with Phichit! You two make an adorable couple!"
Osha's cheeks flushed – I like her, you've got a good one here, JJ. – and she waved a hand. "Thanks."
"How about we give you two girls some time to talk, ay?" Nathalie said with a wink towards Isabella. Both JJ and Alain frowned – not understanding the secret meaning behind the wink, but the Canadian woman had herded them away before they could argue any further, leaving Osha and Isabella alone.
The shorter of the two raised a curious eyebrow as she attempted to process what just happened. Isabella gestured towards the hotel's dining area. "Can we go and sit somewhere?"
The pair went and sat at a table, ordering a couple of coffees. Once their drinks had arrived, JJ's fiancé took a sip of her latte, before talking again.
"I wanted to thank you, Osha."
"Eh?" Osha paused, her cappuccino in mid-sip, as she frowned. The other woman took a deep breath and continued.
"When I first met JJ, he was an extreme playboy – there was nothing I really like about his personality. He was arrogant and self-absorbed, but for some reason he kept on trying to ask me out."
Osha shook her head, chuckling, "He still is all those things."
The dark-haired woman nodded, a small smile on her face, "Eventually I agreed to go to one of his concerts, and we got drinks afterwards. I didn't expect anything more to come from that, but then he started telling me about his skating, and I saw this whole other side of him. We started dating not too long after that, and he kept on mentioning a girl he used to skate with – and I got jealous…so jealous that we had this huge fight, and broke up for a bit. Then one day, he just turned up at my flat and said he'd tell me everything about you. He told me about your accident and I felt so guilty -… you sacrificed your entire career for him…"
At this point Isabella had taken Osha's hand and was squeezing it tightly. "I cannot thank you enough for that. Skating was the thing that made me love JJ. He is who he is because of it, and I cannot imagine him off the ice. I know it must've been so hard for you, God knows that he blamed himself for what happened…"
Blue eyes closed briefly as Osha gave Isabella's hand a squeeze, "He isn't to blame, and if he still thinks that he is then you need to slap him. If I hadn't moved, I would've hurt us both. He is a fantastic skater, I love watching him…You are good for him, I've only just met you today, but the way he looks at you is different to any other girl I've seen him with, but I've got to say this – as his basically adopted big sister – if you hurt him, I will have to kill you…and I'm Russian, so I can make it look like an accident."
The women both laughed, Isabella with tears in her eyes. Osha felt the pressure of the engagement ring on her hand and smiled as her best friend's fiancé replied, "You know Natalie said the same thing. Besides, I'm a Canadian, I could put up a good fight."
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