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-Lightly inspired by Undertale.

-I think it diverges a bit from Episode 6. Or maybe the beginning of episode 7? Also, it's AU.

-My internet was fucked up for so long and no matter how many times I edited the doc for this, I would click 'SAVE' and the page would not load it! All that work I did was rendered useless so many times, so I just waited a couple days.

"What's that, kaa-san?"

The child gestured to the the white flower growing from the bush nearby. His mother smiled, and lead him on over so they could stare at the flower together.

"That is a Coligo, Yu-kun. It's said to be the Soulmate Flower. If you speak into it, it is supposed to take a message to your soulmate. The Coligo nearest them will open, and your message will play for them to hear."

"Oooooh!"

After much begging, Yuuri finally managed to convince his mother to take him out to get one of his own. It was illegal to pluck them apparently.

Coligo were eternal, and did not die so long as they remained healthy in their habitat. They grew all around the world, and many had some in their homes in hopes of connecting with their soulmates somehow.

Yuuri's knowledge on them continued to expand, and he wanted one for his room. If only because it was cool.

He wasn't sure he'd know what to do if his soulmate ever responded. But that could come later. Having one would be enough.

The legend of the Coligo was a well-known one. It was often changed a bit to satisfy the region it was being told in, but the underlying message was the same.

Still, the rewrite of the original, was the most special in Yuuri's opinion.

A long time ago, in a kingdom on the verge of war with another kingdom, a young soldier learned that he was to be deployed in the early morning.

With a heavy heart, he told his wife and children the grave news, and in their final hours together, the small family used their time to form stronger bonds.

When the man left at dawn, it was in the wake of teary faces and well wishes.

His leader assigned him to a group of men just like he. Fathers and husbands who missed their families despite not even setting out yet.

On their journey, the groups of men became friends, sharing stories of their hardships and fortunes with one another, in hopes of lightening the atmosphere.

The man was grateful for his fellows whom he'd long come to consider brethren.

The hours passed on as they marched.

And one morning, the battalion was ambushed by the very army they had set out to face.

The battle was brutal, and blood was slain.

The night came upon them quickly, and the man was made to suffer as his comrades fell one by one, before he could so much as blink.

And in his desperation, he fought off the rest of his enemies single-handedly, emerging victorious, but with nothing to show for it.

A wounded side, a bleeding face, and a hand missing two fingers.

The battle had ravaged both groups, and only one had survived out of the thousands.

The man fell to the ground, his body having given up. His pain too much to bear.

And in his darkness, he recalled his wife and his children.

The very things that kept his chin up during his travels.

And then, as if sensing his desire to speak with his wife at least one last time, the moon broke through the heavy clouds, shining down upon his form and illuminating something.

A flower.

A single flower that had managed to survive the battle, rested beside him.

Its petals unfolded despite the fact that night had come upon the land.

His wife had loved the flower more than anything.

And in his last hours, the man confessed his love and his wishes to the flower that so reminded him of his wife.

Not once did he believe that anything could come of it.

Yet the universe works in mysterious ways.

For that very same flower was capable of more than any could ever truly understand.

And the wife, who had taken her children out to the fields to gaze upon the light of the moon, heard his words coming from the nearby flora.

Filled with resolve, the wife sent her children to their grandparents, and gathered her wits about herself.

Girding her loins, she borrowed a horse from a nearby stall, taking only the necessities with her, and heading off for her lover.

She followed the path he'd taken mere days before.

She rode swiftly and with purpose, sure that she would make it.

The discomfort of the unfamiliar form of travel meant nothing.

Her goal was in mind, and she would see it through, even if it meant she should perish.

The woman traded the horse for another, and keep on into the night, where she rode on until morning.

That horse was also traded for another, and she kept on, with only one mission in mind.

On the third day, she came upon the battlefield of fallen soldiers, eyes scouring the ground for her husband.

And in the distance, there was a figure, not quite heaped over like all the others, leaning up against a tree.

The man was asleep, unaware of her presence.

His midsection was wrapped in white cloth, his left hand covered as well.

Blood soaked through both fabrics and he wasn't moving.

Still, she had come this far for a reason.

Kneeling before him, she carefully took his pulse, and was relieved to feel his breath against her face.

Alive, but just barely.

Setting to work, she changed his bandages as efficiently as possible, and redressed him in the clothing of a nearby soldier.

Once said and done, she gripped his arm as carefully as possible, throwing it over her shoulder.

Bending down, she shifted his weight across her back, and steadily stood, grabbing his left leg with her other free hand.

The wife moved slowly and carried him to the horse, depositing him on the creature's back.

The wife and husband returned home many days later, to face their fellows' questions.

And in answering, she spoke of the flowers in the fields, singing the words of her husband loud and clear.

And with hearts filled with amazement, each villager went out to pluck a flowers and test the story for themselves.

Finding it to be true, the flower was dubbed by their own king, to be 'the flower of equal hearts'.

Or better said, Unifier. A flower that showed love through only the most perfect of matches.

The belief that each person was truly only half a being until they met their perfect match was what influenced the name.

And from that day forth, the legend of The Unifier, Coligo, was born.

Obviously, Yuuri ended up falling in love with the legend, and decided that the story was too beautiful to ignore.

So in the deepest part of his heart, he hoped that his own soulmate could be as amazing as the wife in the legend.

"Hello," young Victor whispered into the flower. "I don't know if you can hear me, or even understand me, but I hope that one day we'll get to meet face to face, and that we will like each other very much."

With a smile, Victor stepped away from the flower, whose petals folded in on itself for a moment. The petals unfolded a few seconds later and words came out, though they were in a different language.

The voice was young, so his soulmate had to be his age or a little younger. Though he wished he could understand them. He did recognize one word, which was a name The first word was given a pause, so he would assume it was a greeting.

"Konnichiwa! Namae wa Yuuri desu!"

Switching to English, which was more well-known language, Victor said, "I hope we can meet some day."

The response was slow and not as well spoken, but Victor couldn't help but beam all the same.

"Ano… dat nice. Very nice. Yoi! I go now, bye-bye!"

"Goodbye."

The flower petals stood still then, and Victor knew that his soulmate had gone.

But still, their first time interaction had gone well.

"Do you know English well?" Yuuri asked the flower, hoping that he wasn't interrupting his soulmate in any way.

"Well enough," came the reply. "It is not your mother tongue either?"

The voice was older, and heavily accented. European, Yuuri was certain.

"No. I was born in Japan. We take English though. I am doing well I think. I can talk some."

"Me as well. Though I have to meet and greet people a lot, so it's better to know more than one language."

"What do you do for fun?" Yuuri asked.

"I skate on the ice."

"Me too!"

And that was the day Yuuri learned that his soulmate was also into figure skating.

He couldn't have been any happier.

Victor's Coligo was resting in a black pot that was covered in white polka dots. He was very careful when handling it, because it was his closest link to his soulmate, who had begun a tentative relationship with him.

Currently, they were teaching each other basics in their own languages, and Victor had to be impressed with Yuuri, who was apparently four years younger than him. For an eleven year old, he was very focused and determined.

They hadn't shared much beyond their first names, but that was okay. It was more interesting to get to know each other without any pressure.

Currently, Yuuri was a figure skater, who was also a ballerino. He'd taken ballet first, but his friends had convinced him to start skating at their nearby rink, and he'd fallen in love with the sport. Yuuri wanted to compete nationally, but he was experiencing some doubts.

Victor was trying his best to encourage the other. They might even meet if Yuuri did really well! What could be better than that!?

"I have anxiety problems," the other boy confessed. "I start to doubt, and then I ruin my jumps."

"Then don't doubt yourself. Do your friends and family support you?"

"Yeah…"

"And do you like skating?"

"Yeah..?"

"Then skate for yourself, not the audience. When you do it for only you, you'll feel better."

"But wh-"

"Don't you go and skate when you're nervous?" interrupted Victor.

"Well, yea-"

"Then you'll be doing the same thing then. Though I would advise you take out your contacts so you can't see faces. Then it's just you and the ice."

There was moment of silence before Yuuri's answer came back, filled with more excitement than Victor expected. So much that the flower petals shook.

"That's great! If I can't see them, then it'll be just like I'm alone! Arigato!"

Yuuri blinked and looked around. He honestly couldn't see anything beyond the white of the rink and the blue of the wall enclosing it. Everything beyond them blurred into a dark brown color.

The room was silent, and it was enough to pretend that he was alone, and simply practicing in front of Yuuko and Takeshi.

Closing his eyes, Yuuri took a deep breath, and waited for the music began.

He hadn't expected to win that small, Hasetsu competition, but it was a nice win all the same.

And it was all because his soulmate was a genius!

"You're going to enter as many smaller competitions as you can until you're old enough to reach the Juniors?"

Victor found his soulmate to be adorable. Unfortunately, Yuuri's birthday was in November, so he couldn't join this year, but next year, he'd finally be able to join official national competitions, and begin competing against better skaters.

"I shouldn't have to remind you that there will be others out there who will skate better than you, yes?"

"I know," Yuuri said. "So long as I reach the podium, I don't really mind."

It was a refreshing viewpoint, especially since Victor was used to Yakov threatening his pupils should they not make it to the podium. Yuuri's coach was a lot nicer.

"Victor," Yuuri began slowly, sounding hesitant and maybe a little worried. "Some people think that it's stupid that I like to do a lot of spins and spirals. Because girls are supposed to do those in their routines, but boys don't have to."

Suddenly annoyed, Victor rolled until he was kneeling on his bed, clutching the potted plant between stiff fingers. "They're being stupid, Yuuri. There is nothing saying boys can't do them. Besides, how else do you flush out a performance? You can't rely on only step sequences!"

"I know, but some people call me names."

"Are any of them skaters or judges?"

"No, bu-"

"Then pay then no mind. Bakas, the lot of them."

There was a giggle, and the flower's petals wiggled a bit. "I shouldn't have taught you that word."

"Nonsense!, I've been using it nonstop and no one can figure out what I'm saying! It's great!"

"Thanks for being here, Vic-chan."

Victor flopped down on the bed once more. "Thanks for keeping my days interesting, Solnyshko moyo."

"I messed up so bad!"

Victor winced as the flower on his nightstand rattled violently. Yuuri's voice was grief stricken and was so loud, it threatened to topple the flower in its own pot. Carefully, he took up the pot and settled it between his legs in order to keep it steady.

"What happened?" Victor demanded. He and Yuuri hadn't been able to talk recently, as Victor had been away at the Grand Prix Finals, and Yuuri had been busy as well, or so the other stated.

"I don't know what happened. I had done so well, and then I just… fell apart."

"Yuuri, talk to me. What is wrong?"

"My poodle… passed away. I wasn't there for him. I hadn't seen him in five years. And when I found out I just… messed everything up. My performance was a wreck and I finished last with over one hundred points between me and the winner!"

Victor winced. That wasn't exactly okay in the business of figure skating. "Where exactly were you performing? It might not be that bad."

"Victor, I came in last in the Senior Grand Prix Final. That's really bad, okay!"

Victor's shock was all-encompassing. He reached for his mobile and began scrolling through the nearest website as quickly as he could.

"And to make it worse, this douche I've looked up to for years didn't even recognize me as a fellow competitor. Like, I get that life is busy, but how do you not know the names of the people you're skating against? Hell, Chris even knows me! Though technically it's because he groped me in front of several people, but still!"

Victor's eyes landed on a photo of a familiar face. One that he had mixed feelings about. Because on the day he'd seen the other, he'd been put out that he hadn't accepted an invitation for a photo. But the results labeled him as Katsuki Yuuri, the skater to finish in last place because of several falls and missed timing.

So he hadn't even been a fan wanting a photo, he was a fellow competitor. And said fellow competitor just so happened to be Victor's soulmate. The soulmate who just admitted to admiring him for years, and then called him a douche for not knowing his name at least.

And now Victor was feeling terrible.

And on top of that, Chris was going around groping other people's soulmates!

"I'm sure you can come back from it next season," Victor tried, feeling guilty and sad.

"There won't be a next season, Vic-chan."

No.

"I'm not really feeling skating anymore. Maybe that's why I messed up."

"You can't give up!" Victor protested, unable to help himself. He hated the thought of giving up.

"I've lost my inspiration."

'I've lost my inspiration.'

Yet Victor could relate, because he too had lost his inspiration. He was just coasting by on the expectations of his fans and nothing more.

"Maybe you just need to take a break."

There was a snort.

"A long break."

The petals stopped moving, and everything fell silent.

And Victor Nikiforov was left to consider much.

{Katsuki Yuuri} Tried to Skate Victor Nikiforov's FS Program[Stay Close to Me]

In Victor's humble opinion, the word 'tried' should not even be in the title. Yuuri - his soulmate, he had to remind himself - had brought life to a work that Victor had been so disappointed over.

And only a week after Victor has performed it at the World Championships! A week compared to the months of hard work on that program.

And while it had been months essentially, since they had talked about anything that involved figure skating, this was a pleasant surprise. And amidst the rude comments and backlash, Victor was impressed and had left his own comment by sharing it to his Twitter.

[I thought it was beautiful. ^-^]

Let everyone make of that what they will.

Still, Victor now had a plan in mind. Instead of sitting back and complaining over having no inspiration for the next season, he could go and help his soulmate rekindle his love for skating.

Japan should prepare for the hurricane that was Victor Nikiforov!

Victor Nikiforov was naked. Of all the things that Yuuri thought he'd think about the other man, he had never considered that sentence to be it. But indeed, Victor Nikiforov in all his toned glory was naked in the onsen at Yu-Topia Akatsuki, looking at Yuuri as if he had some big secret.

Oh, and he said he was going to be Yuuri's coach.

Great.

"As your coach, I want to know everything about you."

No, no he did not.

And Yuuri's traitorous mind kept pointing out that Victor was clothed only in a loose yukata and nothing else.

Victor was touching him in places! Touching his chin and his hand and getting far too close for Yuuri's comfort. His eyes were doing strange things!

"What do you think?" the other man asked.

Yuuri fled.

And when Victor asked to have a sleepover, he vehemently refused.

And took the posters of Victor off his wall and shoved them between his mattresses.

There were just some things that people did not need to know.

Yuuri was so adorable in person! And frustrating too!

He was not the type to accept defeat gracefully. Nor did he take direction well. Victor instructed him to run a mile, and he ran five just because. Victor told him that he had to lose a certain amount of weight, and Yuuri lost five pounds more. He wanted Yuuri to meditate for an hour, and Yuuri would meditate for two.

He tried to get Yuuri to let him sleep in his room, but Yuuri would not budge. Anyone else would have gladly accepted his invitation and hope that it meant that they assumed it meant, but not Yuuri.

"Yuuri, as your coach, I need to know everything important about you."

He used the 'as your coach' phrase a lot, but no matter how often, Yuuri didn't budge.

And then Yurio showed up, and Victor heard Yuuri curse for the first time.

"Fuck that."

They hadn't known he'd been there, watching them, but he found it interesting that despite how much Yurio claimed that he didn't like Yuuri, he still showed him the Salchow. Several times in fact.

And Yuuri fell about fifty percent of the time, and when told that he should stop, he simply said 'fuck that', making both Yurio and Victor gape in shock. Yuuri wasn't the type to curse or insult people, so it was a bit of a shocker.

After the competition, and Yuuri's victory, Victor had tried to find out exactly what Yuuri's true inspiration was. No bowl of food would make someone that alluring, and Victor would not believe it for a second. It was impossible.

So of course they celebrated with sake, and Yuuri spilled the truth easily. He was talkative for a drunk, but had impeccable balance even after sharing three bottles with Victor. Victor was certain it was it ballet training coming into practice.

"I'm not a playboy," the other had slurred. "I don't really have the confidence to be one, or even attempt. So I asked Minako-sensei to teach me how to act more feminine. The playboy seducing the girls was too hard, but the temptress seducing the playboy came pretty naturally. I liked that version of the story more."

Yuuri had refined his entire routine, slipping into the mindset of a sexy woman who knew she was a great catch, in order to pull off the Short Program Victor had choreographed for him.

"And who were you seducing?"

"You."

Victor's evening was quiet from then on. He had much to think about.

"You have a flower by your bed too!"

"Victor, get out!"

"My flower is at home. I hope it doesn't die while I'm away. Yurio wouldn't remember to go and water it."

"Victor, come on!"

Victor was touching it! He was touching Yuuri's nineteen year old flower!

"This seems very, old," Victor commented, eyes turning serious. "How long have you had it?"

Yuuri looked away, unable to face Victor head on. "Since I was four."

"You've taken such good care of it! Your soulmate must be special to you!"

Thinking of Vic-chan, Yuuri had to smile. "More than you know."

He wasn't exactly certain, but he thought he heard Victor reply, "I wouldn't be so sure."

"That had to be the sexiest Katsudon I've ever seen!"

Yuuri buried his face in Victor's scarf. Of all the things to say to somebody, the Russian just had to go for those words!

Still, Yuuri was very pleased that he had finally managed his Short Program with a perfect score. And not only that, but a record breaking one for himself! Also, he was reliably informed that it was higher than most of the Short Program scores Victor had ever gotten!

"Victor, you realize that I wasn't skating for food this time, right? I was skating for you alone."

Victor's beaming grin died a little, and his face began to flush.

"You told me to seduce you by being myself only, if you recall," Yuuri added with a grin, enjoying how the other seemed to be so out of his element.

It was rare for Victor to not be in perfect control of himself. Yuuri relished every chance he could get to bring the other man back down to earth. It was fun!

"Hello, Yuuri."

Yuuri sat up suddenly. The flower in his hotel room had suddenly moved, the petals wiggling as its message echoed in the room. Yuuri had liked that each room came with a flower. It seemed more special to him that way.

"Vic-chan!"

His voice was even more familiar than before. As if Yuuri was used to hearing it. That heavily accented English came through, and Yuuri closed his eyes, contented more so than usual.

"How are you?"

"Well, I went on a trip and I've gotten to know some amazing people. They treat me like a normal person and don't pander to my every whim."

"I thought you liked having people fawn all over you," teased Yuuri.

"When I was younger, perhaps, but I am a grown man now. I'm twenty-seven, you know."

Yuuri had to pause. His Victor was the same age as…

How curious.

"I have a friend. He's a bit shy at times, but can get really stubborn. I'm teaching him how to tap into his talents, and I think he's teaching me how to handle emotional situations."

Strange… Victor was doing the same for him.

A knock at the door caught his attention. "Hold on a second, Vic-chan."

Shuffling on over, Yuuri threw open the door, coming face to face with his dear coach and friend. Except Victor was holding a Coligo up to his mouth.

"I'll hold on as long as you want me too."

The words were strange, but a second later, they echoed out from behind Yuuri, who glanced back at the flower on his nightstand.

No way…

"Victor… are yo-"

"Your perfect match? Yes."

The words also echoed, proving him to be correct. He wasn't joking. It wasn't some trick or auditory hallucination. It was really happening.

His Vic-chan, was actually Victor Nikiforov. And his coach, was the same man. His soulmate. The person he'd been talking to for years. Confiding in.

Why had they never exchanged full names before?!

Victor's smile could fell angels. "Yuuri would you come to dinner with me?"

When the question was repeated, Yuuri had to reach out the push the flower down. It was beginning to get annoying.

"We go out all the time."

"But never as soulmates."

Good point.

"And you want to go out on a date? With me, just so we're clear?"

"Very much. I was so glad to learn that we were soulmates, but I wasn't sure of how to bring it up."

Victor had known. How long had Victor known though?

"How long?"

"The day you told me you came in last."

Seven months ago. Damn!

"I don't want to go out."

Before Victor's face could fall into a pout, Yuuri stepped aside. "We could order in here and have our privacy."

Beaming once again, Victor bounced through the door, though Yuuri made sure to take his Coligo before he could get far with it. He wasn't dealing with that all evening.

Hell no.

He tossed it down the corridor and shut the door firmly behind himself.

"Victor, are you sure you want this? I'm not exactly the type you've gone for in the past."

Victor sat up, eyeing Yuuri's downcast expression with displeasure.

"I like you more than anyone I've ever met because you aren't like everyone else. Even being a huge fan of mine, you still respected my boundaries. That almost never happens. And despite having an obvious crush on me, you can manage to enunciate your words and make conversation.

"My opinion of you was already high since we'd known each other for years already, but to be introduced to you in person and to witness who you truly are, cemented my adoration of you. You aren't fake. A little clumsy and adorkable, but overall, you're as great as I always thought you would be."

Yuuri flushed lightly, and Victor found himself pleased. "You make me sound amazing, but I'm nothing like the warrior who fought off the rest of his foes on his own."

Victor hummed, running his fingers through Yuuri's messy hair. "I always fancied the wife. She seemed to be the most interesting in my opinion, and far more courageous than the man."

At Yuuri's confused look, he added, "She was not a soldier and had not been trained in fighting or riding. She did not know the danger she might face, yet she ventured out anyway. She did not rest the entire time, and took his weight upon herself, and cared for him. That's far more stunning in my eyes. That her love was so strong she'd do anything."

Taking up Yuuri's clenched fist, Victor smiled. "I always wanted to be the wife of the legend, but perhaps if you are the wife, than me being the husband isn't so bad."

Yuuri stared for moment, before asking, "When did we get into this metaphor?"

"I honestly have no idea."

Chuckles passed between them, and Yuuri's shoulders sagged in relief.

"In short, Yuuri, you are exactly my type and more. No one ever has or will compare to you."

The romantic ring to the words was ruined by the Coligo on the nightstand, opening up and repeating Victor's loud declaration.

Never before had Yuuri wanted to burn the flower more so than now.

A/N: Another is done!

Coligo is Latin and should mean 'unity'.

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