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Ever since he was little, Victor had found himself doodling on his skin no matter where he was. At school, at home, in between practices. No matter what, Victor always seemed to have a collection of pens on hand so he could draw on himself.
And even though his parents had been a bit horrified, because what would his soulmate think, he didn't stop. Victor found entertainment in it and he could only hope that his soulmate liked it as well. Victor wasn't going to stop any time soon.
Though he found it odd that his soulmate never doodled anything. Most children drew on themselves at least once in their lives, right?
As he grew, Victor's doodles took on more detail. Enough that he learned how to hold his pen in different ways in order to apply different pressures for shading.
His most amazing masterpiece so far was of a tiny ballerina en pointe.
He hadn't expected to get anything in return, but suddenly, a small star appeared on his hand, just above the ballerina's outstretched hand. As if she was reaching for the stars.
Blinking, and feeling a small thrill of excitement run through his body, Victor set to doodling more details on her skirt.
A moment later, the ballerina had a companion who was mimicking her movement.
Smiling, Victor set to adding more detail to his clothes, drawing small stars on the male's jacket.
After that, he added a small smiley face in appreciation, and got a thumbs up in return.
For the first time in his ten years, Victor was having true fun outside of the ice rink.
When Yuuri was Fourteen, he'd found himself sitting on the roof of the school, writing a very detailed study guide on his hand and forearm. He hadn't taken into account that he was most likely covering his soulmate in all of his notes.
However it was brought to his attention when he got home, where his other arm had been covered in a foreign language. He used the online translator and scribbled a poor copy of some of them with his stylus onto his tablet.
It came back as 'discovered Russian'. His soulmate was a Russian or at least had grown up in Russia. It was such an interesting cultural mix. But it was also slightly worrying. Would he ever get to meet them?
Also, the notes seemed to have something to do with sports, though the online translator could not be trusted in the least. They usually failed beyond identifying languages.
Still, this was a new piece of insight that he was glad for.
It was time to learn Russian.
"Yuuri! Victor's on again!"
Looking up at his friend Yuuko, Yuuri smiled. "I'm coming!"
Victor would never have known that his soulmate spoke fluent Japanese had those notes not been made that day. It was what spurred him on to learning Japanese. Simply to eliminate the cultural divide as quickly as possible.
Japanese was harder to learn than English, that was for certain. But it was worth it.
One day, during his small rebellion in Korea, Victor decided that he wanted to be able to share something special with his soulmate. Something beyond little doodles on their hands that they helped complete for each other.
In a small tattoo shop in Seoul, Victor found himself confronted with a man who did not know his status as a world known figure skater. He probably wouldn't care either. He simply did his job and that was that.
Victor wondered when his soulmate would notice it.
He hoped they would like it.
Yuuri screamed himself hoarse when the image appeared on his back one day. He'd simply been in the shower, doing his business, when something red caught his eye. It curled a bit around his hips and it wouldn't wash off not matter how much he tried.
Stepping out from under the hot spray, he turned to the mirror and gaped at the vision that awaited him. He turned more fully, allowing himself to see his back in the mirror, and found a very large dragon staring back at him. Or rather, the outline of a dragon. It hadn't been colored or shaded yet, so it was incomplete. But still.
As Yuuri had never even considered getting a tattoo before, he knew it wasn't him.
It was his soulmate.
His soulmate had decided to go and get a tattoo to share between them. The time and pain they must have sacrificed.
Yuuri ran a hand over the permanently stained skin. It was nice.
He wanted to pay them back.
"Victor, your hand!"
Looking down, Victor found that his entire left hand was covered in intricate designs that he recognized as 'henna'. A very particular type of art.
It was beautiful too. Of course Yakov looked disturbed, but it wasn't as if it was his business anyway, so Victor didn't care.
His soulmate had gone out and done this in response to the dragon tattoo, he was certain.
Victor knew he'd have to go back some day and get it finished, but his schedule was very tight and troublesome, what with the training constantly and tournaments he was entering. Still, he would finish it at some point.
Finding himself filled with renewed vigor, Victor applied himself twice as hard in training that day, managing to land every jump perfectly, several times in a row.
"Yuuri, that was beautiful!"
The brunet flushed at the praise. He'd been working extra hard on his step sequences because they seemed to be his best. Steps and spins.
Yuuki was bouncing up and down, clapping her hands. "I wasn't expecting you to improve this much! How are your jumps?"
He winced. "The Salchow is troublesome, but my Triple Axel is nearly perfect."
"Spending all that time in America seems to have a good affect on you! You're trying a lot harder and seem to be more competitive!"
"Yeah, but I still get stage fright easily," he mumbled in defeat.
"Maybe you just need the proper coach or something."
Yuuri was sure it wasn't his coach's fault.
The dragon was finished. Victor was immensely proud of it. A fierce, red and black creature that demanded attention.
It took up the entire span of his back, and curled around his body in the most intimate of places. Claws around the hips and tail trailing around to rest across the pubic bone.
He liked it, and hoped his soulmate liked it as well.
Looking down at his hands, he was shocked to see a message awaiting him.
It's beautiful. I love it.
Perfect English. Victor was suddenly glad to have learned English.
Panicking, he looked around for a pen, and dove into his bed in order to get comfortable.
I hoped you would.
A smiley face was his answer.
Unable to let this go, Victor decided to ask something that had been on his mind.
Are you actually Japanese?
The answer was positive. So if Victor wanted to meet his soulmate, he'd have to go to Japan. That could be easily arranged.
What are your hobbies?
Victor smiled at the sudden question, and proceeded to list his daytime activities.
In return, he learned some things about his soulmate, and rolled over, smiling happily at the new revelations.
Yuuri sighed, incredibly embarrassed and frustrated.
He'd made it to a major competition and ended up failing spectacularly. And on top of that, Victor Nikiforov was a complete douche canoe. An attractive one, but a douche nonetheless. Who doesn't know their fellow competitors?
Yuuri knew everyone, even if they made his nervous most of the time. He made it a point to at least know of everyone in case he had to speak with them personally.
And Yuuri didn't need a photo of Victor, his room in Japan was covered in enough as it was.
He sighed, feeling absolutely drained.
He wanted to go home, go to bed, and not wake up.
That would be lovely.
How are you?
Victor waited and waited, but the response was slow.
Not well.
With a frown, Victor asked why.
I embarrassed myself terribly and now I'm not sure I want to keep up my career.
Victor sat up, not liking the dejected tone in the message.
You can't give up! You'll hate yourself!
Just take a small break, wait awhile, and then come back.
It'll be fine, you'll see.
There was a small smiley in response, and Victor hoped he'd managed to appease his soulmate a bit.
Victor didn't like thoughts of giving up.
He hoped that his soulmate kept on.
Are you ever going to tell me your name?
Maybe.
Skating was like breathing in a sense. It made him feel good. And when he wasn't in front of a judging crowd, he felt so much better. So much more freer with himself.
Yuuko obviously got a kick out of his performance and applauded with all of her heart. Her praises and concerns heard and acknowledged.
He had been Depressed over his failings, but his soulmate had helped him suck it up. He was still a little unstable and would regularly get into a slump, but Yuuri wasn't going to let it stop him. His life was already ruled by too much Anxiety, he didn't want anything else to have control over him.
Skating was his life, and it was just something that he loved to do.
So he wasn't going to let his failure control his life any longer.
Katsuki Yuuri was interesting. Victor watched his rendition of Victor's performance, over and over. He watched on various technology. He slowed everything down to half speed in order to properly evaluate the man's skills, but it was as if he had become Victor Nikiforov himself.
He wasn't shy or twitchy. He'd somehow modeled his entire demeanor after Victor's during the original performance. It was like looking at a shorter copy of himself in that small ice rink. The ice rink that was so small that his program had to be modified to fit it.
The fact was, that performance had happened less than a month ago, and had taken months of preparation for Victor to accomplish it.
How could this Japanese skater manage to perfect it in such a short time?
Victor could pick up small mistakes and shaky footing, but overall, it was perfect. Might even receive a score close enough to Victor's if it was being properly judged.
How did Katsuki Yuuri go from a bundle of nerves that lost in front of one of the largest crowds in the world, to a mini-Victor?
What was his secret?
While mimicking Victor, he seemed to even take on Victor's confidence. There was no fear, no worry.
Yuuri allowed himself to feel the music and the performance in a way that Victor hadn't. Overall, he felt the performance was better than the original, and personally decided that the title 'tried to skate' was wrong. Yuuri had skated the program amazingly.
Victor was slightly ashamed. His disinterest had come upon him so suddenly that his performance had been disappointing. He'd despised it, watching over and over and finding it lacking something. And it appeared that Katsuki Yuuri had that something.
An idea hit him then and he groped around for a pen.
I'm coming to Japan soon. We should meet up at some point!
It took a moment, but then there was a blessed response.
Really? For how long?
Victor was already looking up Katsuki Yuuri's home town, and found himself grinning.
He was going on a trip to find himself!
Yuuri hastened his training. His soulmate was coming to Japan at some point and even wanted to meet up. This meant that he he had to get back into shape as soon as possible.
While not too terribly conscious about his weight, people kept drawing attention to it as if it was something super bad, and he was sick of it. If another person called him 'piglet' he was going to scream. So what better way to get it to stop than to just lose the damn weight and make them all shut the hell up?
Also, he might be lightly panicking over meeting his soulmate. He still didn't know their name or gender, or even age.
He didn't want to accidentally insult them. But they wanted it to be a surprise.
When Yuuri got home that night, he found that it had snowed lightly. It was April, yet was snowing like it was still Winter. He could already foresee the hours of shoveling that he was going to have to do in the morning. He was not looking forward to it.
"Yu-chan, do you want some katsudon?"
The temptation was real. The desire for the mouthwatering meal of the Kami was so very real. But no. Not right now.
He shook his head. "I can't afford that right now."
His mother smiled with understanding.
"You might want to know that we have a visitor who will be staying with us for awhile. So if you see a dog that looks just like Vic-chan, don't panic."
She skipped away then, leaving him in confusion.
"Arf!"
Startled, he looked around, and moved to slide the door open, finding a poodle that was much larger than Vic-chan had been, sitting there, tail wagging.
What the hell?
"He belongs to our guest," his father said as he passed by, holding a basket. "I didn't know foreigners traveled with their pets. He's in the spring if you wanted to know."
Yuuri stomach dropped.
Victor's first impression of Katsuki Yuuri was that he was different than expected.
In the video, he'd been a little chubby, but not overly so. Right now, the young man was in fact, not chubby in the least. Smaller than expected, but rather fit if his tight, red shirt was anything to go by.
With a smile, Victor stood, proudly showing off his own body and announcing his intentions to train Yuuri into the ground in order to make him win the Grand Prix Final.
Yuuri flushed and looked away. "Are you going to put clothes on any time soon, or would you prefer to finish your bath first?"
It took Victor a moment, but then his mouth dropped. Yuuri had spoken in near perfect Russian!
When the other noticed Victor's astonishment, he flushed harder. "My soulmate is Russian. So I figured I'd learn it to make it easier on both of us. Though my writing is still lacking, but I can at least verbally converse."
So Victor wasn't the only person willing to learn another language for his soulmate.
His opinion of Katsuki Yuuri had just risen several points. Also, hearing someone foreign speaking his native tongue was obviously impressive and he was appreciative of the efforts, even if they weren't for him.
"I'm sure your soulmate will be thankful," the older man assured with a bright smile usually reserved for fans.
Yuuri nodded absently and turned. "Come out when you're done."
The touching had to be a Russian thing. Yuuri had gone to university in America and had traveled all over the world, but no one had ever been as tactile as Victor Nikiforov was.
And he had to reluctantly take back his assessment. The man wasn't a douche, which actually made him feel better. To look up to a horrible person would then make him feel horrible. But Victor did get a bit haughty at times, whether he noticed it or not.
All that privilege must have been a normal thing, because he just did things without expecting consequences.
Like how he liked to hang all over Yuuri, or the fact that that when he drank too much, he'd start stripping and then hang all over Yuuri.
And Yuuri had to learn to get used to it because Victor wasn't going to be changing any time soon. At least he wasn't groping Yuuri, which was a lot better than some other people that Yuuri had met before.
"Yuuri, we don't need to have any practice today. I'm going to be a little busy."
Yuuri sighed in relief. He was meeting his soulmate and didn't want to have to explain why he needed a day off.
"Okay. Have fun I guess."
Victor beamed. "I'm hoping I will. Fingers crossed!"
Victor dashed form the room, leaving Yuuri to his own thoughts.
Victor flipped the compact open and raised his pen to his face. In order to better notice who his soulmate was, he decided he was going to doodle a small heart on his left cheek. Anyone who walked in with a heart on their face, had to be his soulmate! It was genius!
The shop door opened again, and he gaped when Yuuri of all people walked in, a bright red heart on his cheek. Yuuri then lifted a pen and wrote something on his hand.
Looking down, Victor saw the words, "I'm here" awaiting him.
Katsuki Yuuri was his soulmate.
Yuuri was his soulmate!
Victor launched out of his seat in order to grab the younger man into a tight hug. His dear Yuuri was actually his!
And there he'd been feeling guilty for being a little smitten with the other. But it was okay now!
"V-Victor?" the brunet stuttered, probably worried over the insistent rubbing.
"I find that I'm very lucky," he whispered before deciding to kiss Yuuri senseless.
And if he managed to make Yuuri cry from being overstimulated later on, that was no one's business but theirs.
A/N: Another is done!
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