Happiness from now on! :)))

Day Six

He ventured through the city carefully, checking and double-checking the address several times before deciding that he was in the right place. The whispers started up immediately – after all, he was a gold medalist.

Cameras flashed and reporters started to gather, but he politely pushed through them all, heading for the entrance to the building.

As per tradition, at the end of every Grand Prix Final was a grand banquet.

Inside, people were dancing and talking and laughing and drinking. He immediately grabbed a flute of champagne offered to him by a passing waiter, and continued on his way in. He secretly relished in people's stares and sudden moves as they all blanched at his appearance.

He knew what they were thinking, because he could hear the whispers: What's he doing here? I thought...

On the far side, talking, was a group of men. They were all watching as Yurio demonstrated some fancy dance position – it looked like an exaggerated needle to him – and none of them noticed as he drew nearer.

When he was twenty meters from them, people had already formed a sort of aisle around him. He felt like he was parting the Red Sea.

When he was fifteen meters from them, Yurio wobbled and nearly fell. The anticipation from the crowd rose.

When he was ten meters from them, Yurio had regained his stability. Clapping ensued.

When he was five meters from them, Yurio suddenly locked eyes with him. There was a startled yelp, and he toppled over.

Victor smiled.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Yurio shrieked, eyes wide and expression panicked. The rest of the group – Otabek, Phichit, Chris, Guang-Hong, and Yuuri – spun around to see who Yurio was yelling at.

They gaped, open-mouthed, lost for words. The only person who seemed to be able to form any was the very, very loud Yuri Plisetsky.

"Why, you – you ignored my calls and texts for almost an entire day! What the fuck were you doing – catching a flight? Oh, wait, that's exactly what you were doing, you asshole!"

"Language," Victor chided, but he was smiling as he reached over and ruffled Yurio's blond hair. The teen scowled at him.

"Don't touch my hair!"

"You shouldn't be so mean to the man who choreographed your award-winning routine last year, should you?"

"Well, that was last year! And – " Yurio froze. " – Wait, how do you know about that?"

Victor beamed at the stunned crowd that had gathered around him. "Seeing Yuuri skate stirred something in me, so I just had to come to watch the free skate in person!"

"So what? Did you...?" Yurio's question was left unfinished, dangling in the air, but everybody knew what he was talking about. Victor's smile grew wider, if that was even possible.

Yuuri was standing there, dumbstruck, his mouth halfway open like a goldfish. Tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes. Victor couldn't help himself as he felt the tears forming in his own eyes. "Close your mouth, silly," he chided Yuuri brokenly, letting out a sort of sob as he tried to chuckle. "You'll catch flies."

Yuuri's mouth was moving soundlessly, as though trying to form words but desperately unable to. They slowly approached each other, and nobody else existed but them, in that moment. Victor held out his arms. Yuuri ran into them.

And then everyone was crying and laughing and cheering all at the same time. Yuuri, for one, was sobbing into Victor's shoulder. Even Yurio's eyes looked suspiciously glossy, but he turned away as soon as he saw Victor looking.

"Victor," he heard Yuuri whisper over and over, "Victor."

"Oh, my sweet Yuuri," he said in a low voice, rubbing circles into Yuuri's back with one hand. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault!" Yuuri exclaimed immediately, pulling back and nearly breaking Victor's hold on him. "It was the drunk driver – "

"I know," Victor said, smiling, "but just let me apologize for putting you in pain, okay? I'm sorry."

He spent most of the night laughing as Yuuri tried in vain to stop his tears. He danced and spun and talked and laughed – and drank, too. After all, a grand celebration was in order, wasn't it?

At some point, drunk, Victor grabbed Yuuri's gold medal and kissed it over and over again. Phichit took pictures.