What's this? Another chapter? Praise the lord, the author is still alive! If you'd believe it there's only about 4 more chapters left of this part of Osha's story, and then we will all have to wait until the YOI movie and new series – which does give me time to focus on my OHSHC and AOT fics… so yeah I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I will try to get the next one written as soon as possible.
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Previously in, "The Charms of a Nikiforov":
"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."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters, nor the universe of Yuri! On Ice – they all belong to Kubo, nor do I own any of the famous skaters, jumps, music etc. I only own my OC's and this story.
Chapter 18
Gotta Supercharge it! Pre-Grand Prix Final Special
(Tenth Skate)
***Barcelona, Spain***
***Days Until Grand Prix Final: 2***
Phichit pouted at his phone as his call to Yuri wasn't answered. He hung up and tugged at the mask over his mouth. "Yuri's not answering," he whined, turning to Osha who was blowing on her hands for warmth. Even though it wasn't like her and Victor's holidays to Siberia, Barcelona still had an icy bite in the winter. The short girl smiled and wrapped her arms around Phichit's middle. "He's probably still sleeping, you know how he gets with jet-lag."
"I know, but there's too much to do. We can't stand around here all night." Phichit continued to whine as his little girlfriend stuffed her non-gloved hands into his coat pockets. The Russian smiled up at him, "Well I doubt Celestino will want to do any sightseeing, so why don't we just head on up to Sagrada Familia, da?"
He pecked the top of her head, "Ok then, let me just go and tell Ciao Ciao that we're leaving." Osha nodded as he ran inside and shouted to his coach about them leaving. Celestino slurred an "Alright, see you later," before the Thai boy ran outside, grabbed the Russian girl's hand and dragged her through the streets of Barcelona. The silver-haired girl laughed as they puffed up their way towards the glowing cathedral.
"Slow down, Peachy! Remember some of us have little legs."
"Haha, sorry, forget I'm travelling with a midget." Phichit jested, slowing down and bumping her hip. Osha scoffed and returned the gesture, before prodding his chest, "That midget is also your girlfriend and coach, Mister."
"Of course, how could I forget?" He said, kissing her softly as several people walked past them. The silver-haired girl felt her cheeks flush, before her taller companion crouched, holding out his arms behind him. "Up you get."
"Huh?"
"C'mon, I'll give you a piggyback!"
"Haha…oh you're being serious?"
"Mhm." Phichit said, with a smile. The girl giggled before jumping onto his back, and allowing him to hook his hands under her legs while she wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her cheek against his. His skin was warm, unbeknownst to her it was because he was blushing so much, but the pair then set off for the large building again.
Once there, the Thai social butterfly pulled out his selfie-stick and hugged Osha's shoulders, as he prepared to take a picture. The gifted taker of selfies winked at the camera, while the small Russian grinned and held up her fingers in a peace symbol. Several other pictures were taken, including the couple sharing a cute kiss, a selfie of Osha with Phichit dabbing in the background, and a sneaky picture of Osha looking at the cathedral, which Phichit had taken without her knowledge. As they began the slow walk back t the hotel, Phichit began uploading the pictures to his Instagram.
"Are you nervous?"
The question from Osha caused Phichit to stop and turn to look at her. They were just outside the hotel. Her blue eyes pierced into his own grey ones, they were filled see the doubt that was in them – the doubt at her own coaching, the waver in her confidence. He let out a long breath and took her hand, her skin white against his, and gave it a squeeze. "I'm absolutely terrified."
"Then how are you so calm?" She tilted her head, her expression fascinated.
"Because," he started, "Much as I would like to win, I know I am not the best. I am here for the experience, and I've put skating in Thailand in the public eye, and that's got to mean something. It will be gutting if I lose, but I've got you – one of the best coaches in the world, Yuri, and Ciao Ciao…even Victor if you think about it…so I'll still be happy and work to get better for the Four Seasons and World Championships."
Osha looked down as she shuffled her feet. Phichit smirked and opened his arms, allowing her to come in for a hug. She stood on her toes and whispered in his ear, "You'll be great."
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***Days Until Grand Prix Final: 1***
The next day marked the last day of private training, before the Grand Prix Final. Osha had finally caught up with her brother, and was stood watching both Yuri and Phichit as they went through their individual routines.
"Phichit has improved a lot since the Cup of China," Victor commented as he saw his little sister's eyes trail after the Thai skater.
Osha nodded and leant against his side, Victor wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Da, his stamina has improved, and his routine is so much cleaner than before. Yuri's gotten better too, he carries himself so well."
She hugged Victor tightly. "I'm proud of you."
"Same here." He ruffled her hair and stole her glasses, "We still meeting up for dinner?"
"Da, I'm not missing out an opportunity for a double-date."
Her smile brightened as the skaters began leaving the ice, Yuri being the first to come to the wall, so she could hug him over it. Whilst he could say he was happy his little sister was happy, Victor couldn't stop his eyes from narrowing as Phichit stepped off the ice and gave Osha a small kiss. It was Yuri patting his arm, what caused his expression to soften. Da, I'm happy she has someone who makes her as happy as I am with my Yuri.
"What shall we do with the rest of the day?", Victor asked Yuri as he slid on his skate-guards, "You should probably take it easy and get some sleep before the short programme tomorrow."
Behind him, his sister scoffed as she slung Phichit's training bag over her shoulder, "Zatknis, idiot." Yuri laughed in agreement, "Oshi's right, don't you go turning into a model coach on me now. This is my first time in Barcelona, take me sightseeing!"
Victor looked between the Japanese man and the Russian girl, a stunned look on his face. However, when Yuri gave him a soft smile, his feature relaxed and he left out a small chuckle, "Your wish is my command."
"See you later boys," Osha called out after them as they left the rink. She then turned back to Phichit, "So, what would you like to do with the rest of the day, Mr Chulanont?"
"Hmmm," Phichit mused, stroking his chin. "I don't know, what would you like to do?"
The silver-haired girl sheepishly scratched the back of her neck, "Well, actually, I have some university work to do…I've been postponing an assignment for the last week."
"Aha, we have our answer then. C'mon then, we'll head upstairs, and I'll help you study."
He bounded for the door, before stopping and turning to look at her, "What is it you're studying again?"
Osha laughed and shook her head, "Journalism and Sport. I guess we never really did the basic 'Getting to Know One Another' date, did we?"
The Thai boy grabbed her hand and squeezed it, "Well we've got plenty of time to do that while you study." He began running again out the door, before the pair collided with someone else…that someone else being a certain Otabek Altin. Osha stood, brushing herself down, and offered Otabek a hand.
"Hey, Otabek, it's been a while since the Worlds."
"..." His expression was plain, looking down at her with curious eyes. "You don't remember me do you? Osha Nikiforov? I'm Victor's little sister. We met at the Worlds...Well, actually, I met you at Yakov's Summer Camp. I was helping with the baby classes and you were in the Juniors, weren't you?"
"Actually, I was in the Novice class…it was my first year in the Junior bracket. Yuri Plisetsky was in my class."
"Really?" Osha exclaimed, as Phichit linked his fingers with hers, "I doubt he'll remember that."
Otabek's expression changed a little, but he then sobered and looked at her again, "I've been wanting to talk to him about it, but he's not the most…approachable of people."
"I wonder if Yuri will come to today's fan meeting?" called the distance voice of one Yurio's fangirls – known as "Yuri's Angels."
With a nudge from her boyfriend, both Osha and Phichit's expressions turned into wicked grins. Studying can wait, this is a much more fun prospect. "Well, we'd be happy to help you there." Phichit said. Otabek raised an eyebrow, "How?"
Several hours later, saw Phichit and Osha on their way into the heart of Barcelona to meet up with Yuri and Victor. They were chatting away, curious to know whether "Operation Use Yuri's Angels to Help Otabek becomes Best Friends with Yurio…aka Operation Otayuri" had been successful or not. Their questions were answered as they drew nearer to the restaurant, where they were due to meet Osha's brother, and they saw Victor, Yuri, Otabek, Chris, Yurio, Mari, and Minako all sat around a table.
"What is happening here?" Osha asked, as she and Phichit entered and grabbed an extra two chairs. They squashed themselves next to Chris, as Minako and Mari continued sobbing onto the table. "Way to play it cool, guys." Commented Yuri as Yurio let out a complaint about why they were all being forced to eat together.
Osha prodded Mari's arm, sniggering, "Uh, guys…you're making puddles on the table."
Eventually the large group of skaters managed to calm down the two emotional women, and order a large variety of food and drinks for the table. They all chatted and laughed as they ate, and Yuri smiled as he commented, "This is kinda weird, huh? I mean, all of us hanging out together before the competition. It's a lot different from last year, I was always on my own then…at the banquet too. I didn't even have the courage to talk to Victor."
He smiled brightly as he spoke, but both Nikiforov's choked and spat out their drinks, turning to look at the Japanese man in disbelief. "Are you seriously telling me you don't remember?" Victor asked.
Oh my god….he doesn't remember.
"Oh, Yuri…" Osha whispered.
"At the banquet, you got wasted on champagne and started dancing. Everyone was watching." Chris smiled away.
"It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. I got dragged into a dance off, it was humiliating."
"Oh da," commented Osha sarcastically, "You got "dragged" into the dance off, Yurio? You practically jumped onto the floor to show off your moves."
The younger Yuri bristled and pointed his fork at Osha, who was smirking, "Yeah, well, at least I didn't drink so much that I started doing a Cossack dancing duet with the Piggy."
Both Osha and Yuri flushed, "A Cossack duet?! You're kidding? Say you're kidding."
Phichit giggled, rubbing Osha's back as she shuddered at the memory. Chris smiled brightly, "It's true, I danced with the pole and got naked…well mostly."
"And I'd happily let you do it again," jibed Osha, sending the Swiss man a flirty wink. Even though Phichit knew she was joking, he still felt a stab of jealousy when Chris blew her a very camp kiss. Yuri, on the other hand, was entering a fit of spasms as he looked at the group. He hunched over and began addressing his knees, "Something happens when I drink. I go off the rails, just like my dad does, and things can get crazy. I try not to have too much."
Victor, finally getting over his initial shock, held up his phone and grinned, "I still have photos, if you want to see?"
That nearly pushed Yuri over the edge, but it was everyone else in the group – Chris, Osha, and Yurio – all holding up their phones with photographs and videos, which really had him freaking out. "Me too, but they're not for the faint of heart."
"Are you serious?" Phichit exclaimed, "Yuri, that's so dirty!" He swiped through them and sent a cheeky grin to Osha, "Looking a little bit drunk there, Osha," he commented as he showed her a picture of her dropped into a low Cossack-squat. The Russian girl blushed, embarrassed, but held up her phone with a video of the actual dance, "Please, I feel it is impressive I could do that drunk and in a dress."
Yuri was wildly waving his hands around, trying to get everyone to stop looking at his photos of shame, and something gold attracted Chris' attention. "So, what's with the rings you boys are wearing?"
"Uh…what rings?" said Mari.
"Since when do you wear jewellery?" asked Minako.
Osha's eyes widened as she saw the golden bands around Yuri and Victor's fingers and raised a quizzical eyebrow at her brother, who merely smiled at her.
"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR MARRIAGE!"
"Peachy, sweety, no…"
"EVERYBODY! MY GOOD FRIEND HERE JUST GOT MARRIED, WOOHOO!"
The girl hid a giggle behind her hand, as Chris leant over and whispered – whilst the rest of the restaurant (Otabek included) applauded, and Yurio's eye twitched – "Go yourself an excitable one there, Coach Osha…got to give him some proper discipline training." The blonde sent her stunned expression a wink, as Victor and Yuri attempted to resolve Phichit's misinterpretation.
"Yes, you've got it wrong," Victor said calmly, "We'll get married, when he wins the gold medal…right?" He finished, pointing at Yuri who merely stared at him in disbelief… Victor wants to get married?!
The Japanese man looked round as the atmosphere of the table turned cold, and suddenly the faces before him were no longer that of friends, but of competitors…all who wanted the gold medal. Osha's blue eyes rolled back as she rested her cheek on her hand, at the seriousness of it all.
"Gold…."
"Medal…"
"Hah."
"Tch!"
Suddenly, a loud voice interrupted the tension, "You're kidding me, right? I'll be the one getting gold and getting married! I hate to break it to you guys!"
Oh, JJ, not the way to make friends…
At JJ's arrival, everyone got up and began leaving, completely ignoring the Canadian at the door. Osha walked up to him and Isabel, and patted his arms. "We really need to work on your people skills."
"It was just a joke." He said, his eyes deflating. JJ really looked up to skaters like Victor and Chris, and was quite friendly with Otabek – having been his rink-mate for a time – but his overly-confident attitude pushed others away, and he hadn't learned how to tone it down. Osha gave him a quick hug and then smiled at Isabel, "I know."
"Oshi! Come on, we've got to go!" Victor's voice called back to her.
"I'm coming!" She replied, "See you guys tomorrow."
…
***Days Until Grand Prix Final: 0***
The skaters had all arrived at the rink and were talking to their coaches. Phichit looked around for Osha, who hadn't arrived yet. He spotted the top of her silver hair and smiled as he saw her approach. She was wearing a white blouse, a black blazer and skinny jeans, her look finished off with a pair of heeled black boots. Her glasses were nowhere to be seen and her fringe had been neatly plaited away from her face. Around her neck hung the lanyard, whose card held her photograph and the word "COACH" printed upon it. She smiled brightly as she stopped in front of him, spotting Victor and Yuri out of the corner of her eye.
"You ready?"
Phichit nodded.
"Yeah."
…
Russian Dictionary
Oshi – Osha
Peachy (Osha Only) – Phichit
Ciao Ciao (Phichit Only) - Celestino
Da – Yes
Yurio – Yuri
Zatknis – Shut Up
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