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Katsuki Yuuri was born with a full head of hair. The first child in his family actually. However, what shocked everyone the most, was that Yuuri's hair was half black and half silver. They would have called it grey, but it shined far too much in the light to be a dull shade of grey.

The part was directly down the center of his head. The little boy was absolutely precious.

Of course they learned that the traits he shared with his soulmate, went a lot farther than just hair. Most couples shared hair color or eye color. Rarely did couples share more than one eccentricity between them. However, their darling Yuuri's left eye went dark by his eighth month out of the womb, and his right eye lightened into a brighter shade of blue.

Yuuri's unique coloring had brought much attention upon the family, where people wanted to visit to get a good look at the child that would surely find his soulmate much easier. After all, silver/black hair and blue/hazel eyes were a large sign. What were the chances that a lot of people on the planet would share the same coloring?

Yuuri grew up being surrounded by old folks who looked to him as a sort of symbol of hope. He never understood what his special colors had to do with hope, but he let them pinch his cheeks and coo over how adorable he was. He didn't want to be rude.

There were always those choice few who did not care all too much. His friend Yuuko and her friend/soulmate Takeshi. Though Takeshi was a bit mean sometimes, Yuuri wasn't sure how to categorize him yet.

Yuuri's ballet instructor, Minako, liked his colors, but was more focused on his ballet skill and flexibility.

His parents and sister adored his colors.

"Come skating with us!" Yuuko had insisted.

Yuuko was older than him by about three years, but for some reason she did not mind him as a friend, despite the crush he had on her. She thought he was 'sweet'. Takeshi didn't feel threatened because he and Yuuko's hair were a very obvious sign that they were soulmates. There was no contest for either of them.

Not that Yuuri had the courage for that anyway.

"What if I'm bad at it?" he asked, sipping the rest of his juice up until the straw only caught air.

"No one is perfect immediately," Takeshi scoffed. "You gotta practice to get good. Just come on!"

Yuuri went.

And he found a love he never thought he'd have.

Minako-sensei supported the shift in his passions and still trained him. Because figure skaters often took gymnastics or ballet classes anyway, because keeping fit and limber was the objective in order to accomplish the rigorous training necessary for skating.

Yuuri loved it.

He wouldn't give it up for anything.

"Yuuri, I found a new skater to love and he looks like you!"

The small boy winced at how loud Yuuko was being despite standing right next to him. Takeshi was following not too far behind her, the look on his face was priceless.

Yuuko brandished a magazine in his face. "His name is Victor Nikiforov and he is an up and coming Russian prodigy! Look at him!"

Yuuri leaned in closer and adjusted his glasses a bit in order see the photo clearer. His mouth promptly dropped.

This Victor Nikiforov had silver and black two-toned hair, and his eyes… they were hazel and blue. Like Yuuri's were.

"He has to be your soulmate!"

Yuuri was already denying it because it just couldn't be true, right? Not someone like that.

"Don't give up, Yuuri!" said Yuuko, unnaturally excited. "We just need to draw in his attention."

"What?"

She said nothing more on the subject. That didn't lower his worries.

Yuuko was evil when she got ideas.

Years. Years and years of practicing had lead to Yuuri doing something at the behest of Yuuko. He entered the Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu Championship for Junior Figure skaters.

She had insisted, telling him that he was incredibly talented and that he needed to express himself. That defeating the competition would give him the confidence he needed to perform even better than he already was.

Yuuri simply wanted to skate. He was confident in his skills at present, but against others his age or older? He wasn't so certain.

"It'll be fine!" she assured him. "Your steps and spins are really good. And your footwork is fast too, so you can probably get more in with that!"

"Yeah, but my jumps need work."

"What you need to do, is stop doubting yourself," Takeshi said with a frown. "You're always sitting there, worrying about how you'll do instead of just feeling the music. Ever notice how when you pay attention to the performance and not your worries, you never mess up?"

Yes, he had.

"Just get lost in the music like you do at Ice Castle. And do Hasetsu proud."

Yuuri hadn't heard anything so amazing come from Takeshi before, and he couldn't help but hug the older teen.

"Okay, okay. Get off so you can go train!"

Yuuri's parents had hired a coach for him. A coach who was very demanding in Yuuri's opinion. But she got along well with Minako-sensei. In fact, Yuuri was certain they were soulmates, though they weren't saying anything.

If they chose to remain quiet about it, he would do the same. Out of respect.

However, he now had two trainers to hound him and keep him on a tight schedule. Refining the skills he was already good at and perfecting his leaps.

Yuuri was never more proud of his history in ballet than he was when practicing his skating. If only because it gave him an easier time on the ice and he didn't pull any muscles, which was a blessing according to Yuuko and Takeshi.

"Raise your leg higher!" Tsubaki-sensei ordered. "Your leg must extend above your own hip in order to be considered a legitimate spiral."

Yuuri nodded and lifted his leg even higher, using the barre to judge height without placing any of his weight on it. Slowly, he crouched, struggling to keep his free leg aloft while his other continued to bend into an almost squat.

Yuuri held the position for ten seconds, and switched legs.

"That kid is a wonder," he heard Minako-sensei murmur. "Doesn't whine and just does it, though I don't remember teaching him that."

"Perhaps it's to challenge himself further."

It was.

"Okay, Yuuri. You are the youngest competitor here. That means there will be a lot of stress on you. But you will not fail. You will focus on your love of skating and you will demonstrate what some of these other skaters need to see. That life isn't always about perfection, and that enjoying what you love is perfectly okay as well."

Yuuri nodded.

Yuuri was among seven male skaters to compete in the competition. Already he'd gotten comments about his hair and eyes. Some thought it was cool, others thought it was weird. Someone suggested he dye his hair, to which he promptly ignored them from that point onward.

His hair was lovely as it was after all.

When his name was called, Yuuri reached into the bag and was relieved to find himself going last. It meant that he wouldn't be sitting there, worried over whether or not someone was going to get a higher score than he. He would already know everyone else's scores, so he wouldn't have to think about it too much.

Of course the competition was fierce in its own way. Sixteen through nineteen year olds sending glares at one another. Many of them resorting to baby talking him because he was only fourteen. Not that he really cared all that much. If they were going to doubt his skill because of age alone, then that was on them.

Minako-sensei believed in him. Tsubaki-sensei believed in him. His family believed in him. Yuuko and Takeshi believed in him. All of Hasetsu believed in him! He wasn't going to lose!

"Don't be nervous," Tsubaki-sensei assured him, her dark blue eyes serious. "Your Short Program is fresh and reflects your personality amazingly. Spontaneous and full of energy. You will no doubt have this particular part in the bag. So focus on the music only, okay?"

He nodded.

The announcer called his name, and Yuuri took a deep breath, feeling those small butterflies scatter instantly. He was ready. He was going to do great!

Stepping onto the ice, Yuuri bowed his head toward the spectators and took his position at the center of the rink. This rink was much larger than the one at Ice Castle, but Yuuri was certain he could work around that. After all, his coach had called him 'unique'. She said that the world of skating could use an example like him, and while he didn't fully understand, he wanted to be the example she thought him to be.

Yuuri's flexibility proved to be an asset. He was thankful that Minako-sensei insisted on those horrible stretches for the past ten years. They paid off, especially during spirals and spins.

Yuuri paid the commentators no mind. He was simply allowing the beautiful music help him tell the story. A story of discovering one's own strength. Tsubaki-sensei had said that it was a good program for him. It allowed him to showcase his talents most, while demonstrating his stamina. She'd helped him work out the kinks, and only agreed to give him the jumps in the latter half of the program when he proved that he could do them many times in a row.

Yuuri had stamina.

Spreading his arms out, Yuuri's torso bent forward as his left leg swung up from behind, passing out his hip as well as his own head. Yuuri's spine was arched forward so that his torso was at a forty-five degree angle to his right leg. His left leg was pointing straight up.

He could feel his muscles tightening.

He held the position of seven seconds, and slowly lowered his leg, aware that he'd done what most male figure skaters struggled with. Spirals weren't required in their programs, and most didn't have the flexibility necessary to pull them off properly.

Yuuri was different.

His ballet instructor was also evil.

Yuuri didn't slow down from there, twisting around and using the next few steps to gain a good amount of speed.

He went for a double axel and landed it. That was then followed by a Biellmann Spin, his left leg almost stretched straight, his back curved as he spun around.

Yuuri's Short Program ended with a simple layback and cheeky smile at the judges when he stopped suddenly, legs perfectly straight and his arms crossed as if he'd just been standing the whole time.

And to be honest, he was only slightly winded. Short Programs were easy. Free Skating was where the true challenge lie.

But he was excited for it!

Yuuri's score ended up being a 98.94, and Tsubaki-sensei about squealed his ear off. He could only imagine Yuuko's reaction.

He had the top score in the Short Program.

Yuuri ended up winning the competition with a combined score of 238.12. His Free Skate had come out to 139.18, which was good according to Tsubaki-sensei. Combined, it was the third highest score for a Junior Skater.

That made him want to break the record so badly!

But one thing at a time of course.

He'd have to do a lot more practicing, because while he managed a triple axel in his Free Skate, his landing was just a bit off, and he knew that the rest of his jumps needed work.

Still, this was good. This was progress.

And Yuuko's prediction that it would boost his confidence in himself and his performance, was spot on.

He shouldn't have doubted her for a moment.

Yuuri competed in a few more competitions - where he won both silver and gold - before he was suddenly told that he'd received an invitation to compete in the Japan Junior Championships.

Tsubaki-sensei broke out the hell then. What he thought was difficult and grueling training before, suddenly became a lot harder. The woman had demands, and neither she or Minako-sensei were going to go easy on him.

He might have cried a few times, and also may have soaked in the onsen for far longer than necessary, but Yuuri felt it was worth it.

There was something about skating that just took his breath away. Besides the rigorous exercise involved of course.

They gave him such demanding work because they felt that he could handle it. It was that sort of faith that helped him push himself onward, beyond pained feet, and throbbing body parts after falls.

Yuuri 'had the potential'. He just needed to see it through.

Victor Nikiforov hadn't considered much beyond his chosen sport. In life, things were relatively nice and easy for him. He didn't have struggles or worries. Life was good.

He had friends, he had family, he had a soulmate, and he had talent. So what was there to really worry about?

"There are two Japanese Juniors competing this year," he heard Yakov say. "These past few years they've have some talented young men competing, so we need to keep our eyes on them."

Interested, Victor tiptoed on over to where Yakov was sitting, discussing the upcoming World Junior Championships with his younger skaters.

"There is Yuuri Katsuki, the one the Japanese are currently excited about. And the Hanzu Kishimoto. Kishimoto is eighteen, Katsuki just turned fifteen."

"They chose a fifteen year old to represent them?" Victor asked interested immediately. Such a daring move was rarely heard of.

Yakov merely grunted.

Zlata, a sixteen year old ice dancer, was fiddling with her laptop. She squealed so suddenly that it caused both males to jump a bit. "He looks like Victor!"

Victor grabbed the laptop then, and found himself staring at what could be his Japanese doppleganger. Katsuki Yuuri's hair looked just like Victor's did, except shorter. His eyes were different colors just like Victor's were. And Victor could that it wasn't because of contacts. The blue eye had a green ring around the middle, like Victor's. Something that couldn't be replicated by current contact lenses.

"Your soulmate is a figure skater too!" Zlata screeched, clapping her hands excitedly. "You're literally perfect for each other!" Her eyes were distant with no doubt romantic scenarios.

Victor had already clicked on the skater's name, interested in learning whatever he could about them.

He did the math from the birthday, and found that the day his eye and hair changed colors, matched with the other's date of birth.

Yuuri Katsuki had won Silver at the Japan Junior Championships. He'd been only .07 away from the gold medalist, which was impressive. Also, he'd managed to set several personal high scores as well as take third place overall in the Junior Short Program Scoring.

His info bar listed him as a ballet dancer first and foremost, his instructor of eleven years was listed beside him. Then he was listed as a figure skater, with only five years of experience, and his coach, who had only been coaching him for about a year now, was also listed.

There were screenshots of photos of Katsuki Yuuri from the paper, and various photos of sightings of him around his home town of Hasetsu, where the locals referred to him as a 'miracle child' for his two-toned qualities.

Katsuki Yuuri owned a pet poodle that was nicknamed Vic. He liked to eat Katsudon. He skated primarily at Ice Castle Hasetsu, which was less than a quarter of a mile from his home. It was owned by a friend's family and he skated for free whenever he liked.

Yuuri was single at present, loved the color silver, and hated those who quit without trying.

And Victor… Victor was taken.

"I want to meet him!"

Yakov's yelling was ignored at Victor pranced out the door.

"Yuu-kun, there is someone here to see you!"

Yuuri just barely caught himself. He'd almost tried for a triple axel and just managed to stop himself. He would have fallen most likely. Could have hurt himself terribly as well.

When he looked up, his line of vision was caught on one particular person. Not Yuuko, who was standing right beside them. Not Takeshi, who was openly gaping a few feet away from them. No, his eyes were settled on that person.

A person who should not be in Ice Castle of all places.

A blinding smile was sent in his direction, teeth whiter than any white Yuuri had ever seen.

"Hello, Yuuri! I'm Victor Nikiforov, and I would like to get to know you better!"

His heart may have exploded.

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