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-Time AU.

Ichi

Katsuki Yuuri was staring at the back of the man he'd looked up to the most in the past eleven years. Beside him was the little punk and his coach, though Yuuri didn't care very much about them.

When Victor turned around suddenly and gave one of the most fake smiles Yuuri had ever seen, Yuuri knew something bad was about to happen.

'Commemorative photo'? No. Yuuri had enough photos of Victor Nikiforov as it was and he didn't need another.

With a frown, Yuuri turned and walked away. If only to mask his sadness.

Something had to be done.

That night, bundled in a cramped seat on a plane ride home to Japan, Katsuki Yuuri dreamed of finding his love for skating once again.

Ni

When Yuuri awoke, it was to a morning full of stress and absolute panic. His final performance at the Grand Prix Final was today! His Free Skate had been terrible and no matter how much he tried, he just couldn't get the damn thing right!

Hours passed as Yuuri wiled away his time, worrying about his upcoming performance. Though to be honest he wasn't as worried as he thought he should be. Not with that nauseating feeling like usual.

He also felt an awkward sense of deja vu, which he attributed to the fact that he got like this before every competition.

He didn't understand what was going on, but it couldn't be important, right?

He'd failed so terribly!

And what was even worse than failing, was feeling like he'd already failed the exact same way before. Somehow, some way, it was like the day had already happened in a sense.

Yuuri sighed and rested his head against the wall. He considered going to the washroom to deal with his pent up emotions, but wasn't so sure he'd have the free time. He just saw someone go in and he didn't fancy crying in a stall while other people were in the room.

Yuuri waited until he returned to his hotel room before he broke down and called his mother.

The night was filled with terrors and loneliness.

San

That afternoon was like one big movie for Yuuri. He felt like he'd been through the exact same thing already, and wasn't all too shocked when he heard the official scores. He was incredibly sad about them, but he just didn't know why he wasn't sad enough.

He'd fallen so many times on the ice that it was a miracle he'd even gotten up and finished his routine.

And Celestino said nothing about it, but Yuuri could feel the disappointment in the air, and he hated it.

Yuuri wanted to get better, but his damn nerves controlled him so much that he honestly could not get past them! Maybe he needed to meditate or something.

Yuuri sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting for his coach to finish up whatever he needed to do.

Off to the side, was none other than Victor Nikiforov, who had won the Grand Prix Final, as expected.

The man was standing beside his coach, who seemed to be ranting about something, though Victor didn't seem in the least bit interested in listening to the man's words.

A moment of silent watching must have caught the other man's attention, because he looked around suddenly, a frown on his face.

Nikiforov whirled around, and his eyes lightened when they landed on Yuuri.

"Would you like a commemorative photo?"

Frowning, Yuuri did the first thing that came to mind.

"No."

He stood and walked away. If only because he was frustrated with the day's events and then to have his idol just assume that someone wanted a photo with him simply because they were staring for far longer than necessary.

No, indeed.

Yon

Yuuri sighed and pulled himself out of bed.

So he'd finally managed to put it together. He'd just double checked the date to be sure. But he was certain that he had just somehow lived out the same day at least three times in a row.

A Lapse was supposed to happen when you are destined to meet your soulmate. If you didn't meet them the right way, then you would end up Lapsing through the day again and again until you finally did things right.

Yuuri didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do, but he was beginning to get annoyed with repeating everything.

Especially if he was going to fail every time.

Unless he could work on not failing?

He failed, and if there was no tomorrow, then he'd just do better next time!

It could be like having practice back to back to back.

And Yuuri was good at practice!

Kyuu

Yuuri managed to not fall once! Though his landings were shaky. Honestly, he didn't know what had happened, but it was like he'd just gotten to used to all the falling and worrying and failing the days before, that he honestly could not feel any worry when going into the rink that day.

Without the crushing pressure weighing him down, Yuuri had managed to score third from the bottom, which was a lot better than last.

He didn't know how many times he'd have to go through this, but at least he could get the practice in.

That had to count for something at least.

Juusan

Vic-chan's passing no longer affected him too much. He was aware of his faults as a pet owner, and he resolved that should he ever take up such a responsibility again, he would be better. Better than before. And like Victor Nikiforov, he would remember his pets.

"You're doing really well today," Celestino commented as Yuuri took a long drink from his bottle of water.

Yuuri withheld a scoff. After thirteen tries in a row, one had to get better in some way.

"Have you found your peace?"

"Probably."

The performance this time, was the first time Yuuri had changed the choreography mid program, and he was so glad it paid off.

His Quad-Double combo became a Quad-Triple, and he added a Triple Loop at the end just because.

The landings weren't perfect, but his score had certainly risen enough.

Juushichi

Yuuri spent the evening after his loss, in a local rink. It was smaller, and he decided that if he was going to possibly wake up and have to relive the day again, he might as well do more than the same thing. So Yuuri decided to teach himself the Salchow.

After watching enough people do it, and several videos, Yuuri was confident that he could learn it. He seemed to have all the time in the world to himself during this damn Lapse. He might as well use it to better himself somehow.

It took over thirty tries before he finally managed to land without having to catch himself. He'd say that the pained hip was worth it.

And the fact that it was awesome made him elated!

Nijuushi

On this time around, Yuuri had added a Quad Salchow to his routine, and changed his Triple Axel to a Quad Toe-Triple Toe combination. He also switched out his Triple-Double combo for a Triple Axel, basically reworking the frame of his jumps, and switching the order.

To see Celestino's gaping face when he stepped off the ice with a new jump and no falls or stumbles, was the highlight of this time's attempt.

He had finished in fourth, just a few points below the third place finalist.

And that was probably the most fun he'd had while skating, in a long time.

Nijuushichi

"You did really well today!"

Victor Nikiforov had spoken to him. Had actually said something other than offering a fucking photo or a hug!

"Uhh… thanks."

Yuuri was too shell-shocked to actually say anything with meaning.

"You've improved a lot," Victor continued, a smile on his face.

Yuuri's only response was a nod.

Victor's eyes glinted just a bit, and he leaned into Yuuri's space to whisper, "Next time around, I expect you to be standing to my right."

The man sauntered away then, leaving Yuuri to clutch his bronze medal between shaking fingers.

Did that mean what he thought it meant?

Nijuuhachi

Taking a literal leap of faith on this day, Yuuri changed his Triple Toe Loop to a Quad, his Triple Loop to a Quad, which although it had a shaky landing, he still got points. His Triple Lutz became a Quad, and his Triple Axel became a Triple Axel-Triple Toe Loop combo. He also added a Triple Flip for fun.

If he was literally going to try for the silver, then he had to take a step out of his comfort zone. Sometimes it was best to just give it your all. Also, he might be waking up and repeating the day for the twenty-ninth time, so what did it hurt to take chances?

And the chances had been taken with almost perfect finesse.

Only Victor Nikiforov beat him. And literally, only Victor beat him, because on this day in history, Katsuki Yuuri came in second place, and found himself fingering the silver medal between his cold fingertips.

And when he returned to the hotel that evening, he did so with Victor Nikiforov's number in his pocket.

The next morning, Yuuri gaped at the open screen of his mobile that told him that the date had changed. He'd done it. He had fulfilled whatever it was that needed to be done in order to get out of the Lapse.

Finish second place and get Victor Nikiforov's number.

Because apparently Victor was his soulmate.

The Lapse was done. It only took twenty-eight days in a row but finally it was over.

The ringing of his mobile drew his attention. He answered.

"Hello, Yuuri! I see you've realized that time has continued on again!"

It was Victor.

"I'd like to take you out today, so we can get to know each other better. What do you say?"

Fidgeting a bit and feeling nervous, Yuuri murmured, "I'd like that."

He really would. Though first he needed to go scream into a pillow because Victor Nikiforov was his soulmate!

A/N: Another is done!

-Ichi, ni, san, etc... are just numbers in Japanese.

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