Yuri on Ice's characters don't belong to me.


Chapter 2: It have been enough

After the World Champion's final, the season was over. Yuri couldn't stop thinking about the necessity of a new idea for his come back next months, however he still didn't understand what kind of issue had triggered all those falls in competition. Thereupon, before went training, he stayed watching St. Petersburg's coast, its large horizon and the seagulls overflying the port. On Saturdays he went to his grandpa's grave, although that meant travel to a lonely Moscow.

His cat still had been his only comrade, it still growing up and getting old as natural. He remember that afternoon which Victor and Yuuri arrived with heart broken aura, and neither of them wanted to talk about it until Mila questioned them. That day, when Makkachin lay dead between them in the morning rolled up in their bed. Yuri didn't want the same happened to his treasured pet.

He left the rink, exhausted after rehearsed his symbolic jump: the quadruple salchow. He took a bottle of water and rested on the rail while he was watching rehearsed the others. There was the new kid, skating and rehearsing as he wanted to surpass his limit. Yuri pulled up the bottle to his lips and almost choked when he saw that kid trying to do the same jump he tried before, falling down in the process.

"Louis" as expected, Yakov cried out "What the hell was that!?".

"Oh my… it isn't familiar, is it?"

Mila got close to him, smiling whereas she look from her place how Louis lifted up from the ice. It was a unsightly fall and surely it hurt, but he didn't show it.

Yuri didn't wanted to realize it, but he could see some similarities in that kid which reminded it who he used to be. Maybe, that was the reason he didn't like taking into account that possibility. He felt as being displaced long before planned by someone ready to do it. Additionally, it was a painful reminder of what he had lost.

Louis stand up from the ice and drew near his coach, gaze fixed. He was different from him in that way, he didn't just ignore Yakov as he did at his age. Conversely, he assumed his aftermaths and look at him sure of the things he was doing was the right thing. He had something that, dangerously, differentiated.

"No more quadruplets! I don't want you to do something you are not prepare for yet!"

Yakov was upset obviously, the kid just agreed and kept on his training. Mila hold her gaze on her coach while drinking a sip of water. He seemed redder than usual, should admit he hadn't rest properly since the last travel. Yakov had got older, it was natural, but that day he seemed more tired than usual.

Yuri took away from the railing and decided to continue. An idea came to his mind, as he was looking for any way to unlock himself. He got close to the rink's entry and untied his hair, let them fell by his shoulders. His blond hair had always been so straight and he deny to got cut since Otabek said he like it.

Something childish and ridiculous, he would never admit it.

"Old man" he spoke softly, even friendly while he still looking at the ring "I'll still practice".

"Yura" He heard the coach's voice as he took control of the stage again. He stand on the middle, and before everyone's eyes, took an evident position. Mila open her eyes, identifying it, and Louis went out from the rink to reload to the railing smiling.

"Appasionato" She listened. Mila turned to see the kid who look at Yuri with shining eyes. Yuri might not be so harsh with a guy who admire him.

That was his free program's debut in senior league, that program which highlighted his best attributes, and which he was able to reach to the GPF that year, doing his best on the rink each time he performed it. The costume didn't fit him anymore, and surely he hasn't been seen as the refined prima ballerina Lilia had told him so much he'd be, and how difficult for him it' ll be to deal with. However, that was the first Yuri, the one who was fallen in love with the ice and his desire to win. That Yuri, who had all competitive and emotional motivation for win. That Yuri, who was still finding his agape, and was trying to comprehend the support of the rest of his career.

The one who wanted to bear down. The one who achieved to beat Victor's record.

While he perform the exercise, he was trying not to focus on the jumps, even in the choreographic and the sequence he must perform. He just wanted to let himself go while skating, surrendered to the music and the ice. Unfortunately, he realized how difficult it was to do that and try to think of not to think anything at the same time. In the end, he fell again and didn't want to stand up.

Mila entered the ice rink immediately, Louis and other competitors did the same after her. Everyone stopped when they found him with his fists on the ice and tight jaw. No sign of physical injury was seen, but clearly he was fighting an interior war. Something inside him conflicted and that battle was something nobody could help him.

"Everyone, out of the rink!" Yakov shouted, his yell sounded as an order of command "Yuri Plisetsky, you too".

Everyone obeyed and in less than a minute the rink was empty. Mila drew upon and let a towel on Yuri's shoulders when she noticed he was still wet after the fall. Yuri didn't want to say anything, he had rather keep silence until he hid in the showers. When he finally got in, he just stayed there in front of the mirror, frustrated and not knowing how get out of that whole he was into.

It was already night when he arrived to Hasetsu. Minami was tired, he carried his luggage and was exhausted after his last tough season. He also part from Celestino in China, Celestino just smiled when he wised up his decision. However, he was doubted in reach his task, knowing the person who was involved.

It was better try, right?

In order to avoid an unpleasant surprise, he communicated with Yuko, who had also support him fondly since he began his senior career. He looked forward to meet the triplets, so friendly girls leading his fanclub in Japan and accompanied him in each event he had. It was a pity they still were underaged and couldn't travel abroad.

When he exited the station, Takeshi was already waiting for him. An enormous smile appeared in the swarthy boy just staring at him and immediately he congratulate him for all his achievements in this last season.

"Such a proud having you as a representative of Japan!" he said in a serious tone, while driving on the road. Minami look at the window staring how small the city was and how much he missed it.

The first time he went, he supported Yuuri on his performance in China Cup when he was still coached by Victor Nikiforov. And there, he had passed all his competition until his retire. During that time, Minami had practiced in order to improve his technique and were able to share the podium with Yuuri, but unfortunately Yuuri's plans were different. The same time Minami feel ready to compete against him on internationals, Yuuri notified his retirement on Four Continents.

He had gone, six gold medals in all his competitions he was part of.

"Don't we go to your house?" he asked when he noticed they were turned aside the way. They were approaching Ice Castle Hasetsu and Minami saw the building getting close surprisingly.

"No, we go where we have to"

They parked in that place and Minami left his luggage in the car. Takeshi looked calmed, smiling as usual while guiding him into the building, calm step.

"You just called and commented your idea to us, and I knew it's just what we need"

"Really?- he asked enthusiastic "Thank you so much for believing in me, Takeshi! I think is such a pretty good idea, and if case we do it, we could bring gold medal for Japan!"

"Hahahaha, I don't doubt that. Furthermore, since he has watched you skating in this season, he has came here more frequently. It's obvious he misses the ice".

He opened the door, and Minami saw the place where journalist and commentators have to placed when there is an event in Hasetsu's rink. There was Yuko, beautiful as always, her hair a little bit shorter with a haircut more suitable for her thirty years old. The triplets were there too, turned aside their attention of the ring and lunged on Minami just noticed him.

"Welcome to Hasetsu, Minami! Congratulations for your achievements!" greeted Yuko while the girls hugged him enthusiastically.

Minami began to feel overwhelmed, he wasn't blind of course, so he could notice how much they were growing up. They weren't that tender trio of little charmed meat balls anymore, some inherited traits by his beautiful mother started to show.

A little nervous, he got loose of the triplets before they were scolded by his father to see Minami wasn't able to walk. Minami got closer to the glass as Yuko did and watched with his own eyes what Takeshi and Yuko had told him before.

There was Yuuri, skating absent from everything, devoted, performing difficult steps choreographed with music that was secret to the world, which only existed for him. Minami recognized him immediately, and his heart jumped as it could break his chest. In fact, he raised his hand to that place as if he were trying to calm down.

With eyes wide open and dilated pupils, he wanted to absorbed everything of him. He felt lucky just seeing him, even for a few minutes, the shining light that Yuuri Katsuki let on the ice.

In another moment, Minami would had melted as ice exposed by the sun, just seeing him. He would have jumped, feeling exuberant euphoria and couldn't been able of doing anything but try to learn every movement. But, Minami wasn't that teenager who admired so much Yuuri since the beginning of his career anymore. He wasn't just that boy who collected magazines, publications and pamphlets about him. Right now, he just felt a vibrant and effervescent decision.

"See, I told you" He listen to Takeshi accomplishing to read in his face a confirmation.

"You must realize it isn't any program he had skated before"

"Yes, it's a program he has never performed in competition"

It was inedit. An unknown piece the whole world ignored to exist.

That night, Mila decided to stay in Yuri's house after practicing. Yakov told them it was enough for the day. It was unusual. He got them out of the routine early, however, Yakov didn't stop mentioning they had to be at first hour in the morning the next day. Yuri had expected a brand new chide about his poor performance on the ice and his incapacity to find his motive for his new season. He couldn't be agape, that's was clear, but he must find it out somewhere if he wanted to continue.

Thinking about his grandpa was useless, he was filled by sadness. Thinking about Yuuri Katsuki or Otabek filled him by frustration. And if Victor Nikiforov crossed his mind a rage attack invaded him wanted to break everything in front of him. So, he didn't have much to be done. Definitely, thinking about people who for better or for worse meant something in his life didn't seem to be the best alternative.

Mila got out of the kitchen, she was still wearing his mother's kitchen apron she used to wear when she was with him. It was a modest apartment which he rented with the money he earned in competition, although he didn't earn good incomes because of his recent fails.

"Dinner is ready, Yuri" She smiled and Yuri stood up from the furnishing where his cat lay.

"You were late, witch"

"Is that the way you show me gratitude for coming and make dinner? Ah?" Yuri knew the reason why she was doing it, she didn't want him to leave alone for long time "Bek is also worried about you, you know?"

"He doesn't have to" he sat and ate silently. It was really delicious.

Yuri looked up several times while the redhead also ate the dinner she had just prepared. They were some delicious Pirosky, with a particular taste very different to those his grandpa used to prepared. However, it was better than order a hamburger or eat what was left in the fridge. It gave him a feeling of home and he missed that.

He smiled. Sometimes, things just had happened as they have to happen. Mila was a good girl, her long, red hair was attractive contrasted with the pallor of her skin. Moreover, she was a great athlete because she had disputed awards and brought medals to Russia until she finally became one of the favorite.

She was good for Otabek…

After dinner, they were lay on the furnishing, watching whatever thing on tv. Well, just him; Mila was writing some messages on her phone and she wasn't paying attention of the programmation. He also could do the same, but wasn't really in the mood. He rather passed to one program from another looking for the inspiration he needed.

His legs were on the furnishing, seated in that showy way Lilia used to irritate between competitions. He yawned and was sleepy until he heard Mila's phone rang. It was a call.

"Hey, witch! You must go home. It's late"

He just realized it was after eleven p.m.

"Oh, Georgie!" greeted Mila as an answer "Such a surprise!, What…?" Yuri fixed his eyes on her, noticing the way her expression changed. Suddenly, he felt a cool wind touching his nape. A known presence came accompanied by a bad feeling. "Where is he?"

No time for explanations. When she hang up an altered Mila barely could say what she knew and together took their coats in order to go to the place. Georgie was impromptu informed while he was in home with his wife. He also had to abandon the warmth of his house and the companie of his children to go for him as soon as he was informed. Yakov had suffered a heart attack and was found collapsed in the elevator when he try to come up. They attempted to be as fast as they could to help him after found him in that condition.

In the taxi, on the way to the hospital, Yuri tried to calm Mila down, who was hysterical,shaking in front of the possibility of a lost. Yuri didn't want to give it a chance.

No, he wouldn't bear lose someone else.


Akira says: thank you so much for giving a chance to this story. In this chapter we can see something about Yuri, what is happening with him and the streak he is passing through. We can see also something about Yuuri and what is Minami looking for him. As you can see, everyone is passing a bad moment and things just getting more interesting the following chapters. I hope you like it!

Ale Milenka says: Hello again, I hope you're enjoying Akira's story, Matryoshka, and as people says, "we're here to please" and we're doing our best with the translation.

Have fun, don't forget your hankies.

Salm says: Well, and here we are! This is the second chapter and as you can see things are getting a little difficult for the characters. Thank you so much for reading! Hope we being able to express correctly :) Any suggestion, comment, thought… don't forget writing below! See you later!