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-I actually came up with this name weeks ago, and then 2 separate people sent me basically the same idea and I squished some stuff together to come up with this. The name tickles me!

-You have no idea how many fics of mine start off with random names I come up with. Then I go to my Google Doc, open a new document, and name it. If I come up with a fic idea that fits the name, then said fic is created.

In the center of every person's chest, was a shape. A shape that had sometime in the eighteen hundreds, become the representation of the 'heart'. As the mark was placed directly over the beating organ, it was thought to be the outward manifestation. And was certainly more attractive than an actual heart was.

Since the earliest of records, the marks had always been there, and they always had color and words to accompany them.

Each color was said to represent something in someone's soulmate. The Bond the two would share.

Everyone always met their soulmate, but the color of their heart would determine their relationship. A soulmate was your other half. The one that would be perfect for you, just as you needed them. Unfortunately, not all soulmates - despite being decreed perfect for each other - would ever get along.

Black stood for enemies. Intense hatred between each other that would never abate.

Purple stood for friendship. The darker the shade, the stronger the friendship.

White stood for familial ties. An unconditional sort of love.

Red stood for lovers, or better described, romance.

Yellow stood for one sided, unrequited love.

Not everyone's heart was the same color, as not everyone needed the same thing from their soulmate.

Yuuri's heart had already been in place when he was born, proving that his soulmate had been alive already. And in the middle of his heart had been words written in what he learned were English later on.

'Should I just kiss you or something?'

Growing up with such a thing on his body had been a shocker to his whole family.

The words would come up randomly in conversation with his soulmate. Not the first words they spoke to each other, or the last. They'd happen when least expected. That was how the universe loved to work after all.

Yuuri spent his life hoping that the words were meant to be special. His heart was red after all. That had to mean something good, right?

Victor Nikiforov's heart was blood red. It had appeared one day when he was four. He remembered seeing it and running to his mother, excitedly jabbering away about how he and his soulmate would be like she and papa, because they would be in love and happy.

The words on the heart were black and written in English. They said, 'Just stay close to me, Victor.'

His mother had sworn up and down that those were positive words. That his relationship with his soulmate would end up being a special one and that he should count himself lucky that they would be so good for each other.

And Victor's childhood revolved around his heart and his skating, waiting for the day when his soulmate came along.

He hoped they could be good friends.

When Victor commissioned Stay Close to Me, it was with his soulmate in mind. A song for the two of them. He even tried his hardest to choreograph something remarkable that would hold even more meaning later on down the road, when he and his soulmate were together and happy.

If only he'd managed to bring forth the right emotions. However, one day he was certain he'd be able to perform the routine perfectly. He just had to hope.

Victor was drawn from his musings by Chris, who was elbowing him in the gut and pointing off toward the other side of the banquet hall.

"He downed some more champagne."

'He' being the Japanese skater who had come in last at the Finals. Victor had been watching him all evening as he'd looked particularly depressed. Also, he'd walked away from Victor's offer for a photo and as no one had ever done that before, Victor was intrigued.

He counted at least sixteen flutes on the table where Katsuki was standing. Or used to be standing as he was suddenly walking in their direction.

Chris called out to the brunet and gave a friendly wave.

And the dull evening just escalated from there.

And if Victor took some photos that he kept on his mobile for a few months, no one needed to know.

Though honestly, Katsuki Yuuri was sexy on or off a pole, with or without clothing, and had beautiful eyes that almost made Victor cave to his desire for Victor to be his coach.

Almost.

That was one night that Victor would remember for the rest of his life.

Some months after Yuuri's great fail at the Grand Prix Final, his life was suddenly invaded by his idol, Victor Nikiforov. Why? Because his friend Yuuko's children had uploaded a video of Yuuri skating the man's routine, to the internet. And for some reason, the man had decided to come to Japan to be his coach.

Every day since Victor's arrival was like a journey and a half.

Something knew to discover, or do, or see. Never a dull moment with the man around.

And this moment was no exception. Victor had spent all morning trying to calm Yuuri down and it just hadn't been enough. And just then, when Yuuri was resigning himself to ruining his Free Skate and Victor's reputation by extension, Victor had to go and fuck him up all the more, pushing him into the teary mess he'd been trying to hold off all day.

"Should I just kiss you or something?"

Those words. The ones that had been on Yuuri's chest his whole life, stung in a way that Yuuri despised, and he lashed out in anger.

"No! You don't have to say anything. Just stay close to me, Victor!"

After a very cathartic cry and a few moments to collect himself, Yuuri felt a lot better. As if he'd just unloaded everything in his life in one cry. As if that cry had been needed all along.

And in response to his Free Skate where he decided to change his final jump to a Quad Flip, Victor went ahead and kissed him on international television. A kiss that lasted less than five seconds but held more passion than Yuuri had ever felt before.

"I wanted to surprise you more than you surprised me. It was all I could think of."

It certainly worked.

"So we're soulmates."

"It seems so."

Victor laughed. "I find it incredibly amazing. You're so full of surprises, Yuuri. You come off as shy, but then you do all these amazing things no one expects of you."

"We didn't make the choice to be soulmates, Victor. I didn't do anything."

Victor shrugged and gave a breathy sigh, eyes distant. "You might not think you did much, but I'll never forget the night you swept me off my feet and introduced me to life again. So I'm glad we're soulmates."

"Huh?"

Victor's happy smile disappeared as he and Yuuri stared at one another. Yuuri was obviously confused and Victor was meeting him there.

"You don't remember?"

It was said in a whisper. A horrified whisper at that.

"Remember what?" What did he forget?!

Victor proceeded to flop onto his bed and scream into his pillow. "You don't remember!"

"What?!"

"The banquet! The dance off! The stripping! The pole dancing! You begged me to be your coach if you won! You don't remember any of it!"

The following hour was filled with enough embarrassing moments to fill in Yuuri's lifetime. And both Chris and Yurio had far too many example photos to send to Victor.

"At least you fell for me on your own and not under the effects of a drunken night. I guess I can live with it."

Yuuri couldn't hold back a horrified, "Victor!" Why did he have to go and say things like that so suddenly?

The man swept Yuuri up into a hug and rubbed his cheek against Yuuri's head. "Don't worry, I'll keep you happy, just like how you keep me happy!"

Victor Nikiforov was too sweet for words sometimes.

"But don't think you'll get off easy in practice because of this."

What an ass. A sweet ass though.

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