A/N: Hi, guys! In case you're super new and my YOI fic is your first you've read from me, first of all, what have you been doing with your life? Just jokes, though. I occasionally like to screw with my fan base. But if this is the first you're reading of me, I usually take the opening A/N to check in and sometimes, I have guest reviews that I can't help but respond to. I do that with members, too. Only I answer them in their inbox like a normal person. And I do respond to everyone, so keep that in mind.

But before I get into that, thank you. Thank you all. This is the first time I'm writing for an active, thriving anime fandom and it's beautiful to see the love I've gotten for this already. And I have so many more ideas for this fic. View wise, it's been pretty neck and neck with my Supernatural fic and I think that's a beautiful thing. I thought, for sure, I was going to get hate for this fic because of the lack of Victuri. Victuri's still there. It's just more of the father/son relationship than the squishy, cuddly, canon Victuri. Now, how about those guest reviews?

First one comes from Guest 1. I heard you loud and clear and honestly, I thought I had character tags on this. Guess not. But I did add them just for you. Because…Well…I'm a sweetheart like that. I'm nothing if not a people pleaser.

Next one comes from yuriandviktor, who so beautifully spazzed in my review section. And I'm so glad you're into it! Extra points that you knew the song from the short routine Violet did was…THE DRAGONBORN COMES! Yeah. I'm a huge nerd. I write to video game music and I'd kill to see a good routine to go along with Malukah's stunning voice. If you have never heard the music from Violet's routine, GO YOUTUBE NOW. It's magical. It's chill inducing. It's all around fantastic.

And the last one. Guest 2. Settle down there, buddy. You're sounding too excited. Obviously, I'm going to keep going. I need more, too. Like I said, there's way too many ideas in my head to abandon this fic. It's just not going to happen. I'll be here. Every Wednesday just like the original series. I'm even going to try to post around the same time a new episode would go up, too (only reason why I didn't today was because I had to go to a doctor appointment).

So, where we left off last was kind of cliffhangery, don't you think? Both Yurio and Yuri want to try their hands at figure skating. Yurio was because he saw Mama do it and wanted to give it a try. And it doesn't matter what kind of AU we're doing. We could be doing a YOI AU taking place on the damn moon and Yuri Katsuki is going to be Victor Nikiforov's number one fan. So, let's get to it, shall we?

(Also, random thought I had earlier in the week. Why do I have visions of Victor being really good friends with the boys of the Ouran Host Club and fitting in with them like a glove? Just a thought.)

Ah, sweet solitude. I loved my boys. Don't get me wrong. But when Victor decides to take Yuri to a movie and Yurio has taken up being nocturnal, that meant Mama was getting some time to herself for a while. At least until I heard the pitter patter of little feet slapping against the hardwood floor. Well, that was nice while it lasted.

"Good morning, baby," I pulled Yurio a bit closer.

"Good morning," Yurio cuddled into me, "It's just you? Where's Yuri and Victor?"

"They went to see a movie," I told, "Did you sleep better than you did last night?"

"Yeah," he looked out at the patio, "Why is it dark outside, Mama?"

"You've been sleeping all day, Yuri," I turned the TV off. He didn't need to see Sex and the City at his age, "And I hope you got plenty of sleep. Are you ready?"

"For what?" Yurio asked, still not entirely awake.

"Do you remember where we were last night?" I sat him on my lap and his head went down on my chest, ready to go back to sleep.

"The ice rink," Yurio perked up almost instantly, "Are you really going to teach me, Mama? I'm going to learn how to do what you do?"

"Of course, Yuri," I nodded, "I told you I would. Now, go get a granola bar. I'm going to grab my warm ups, ok?"

"Ok," he jumped down from the couch and toddled into the kitchen while I grabbed my gym bag out of the closet. Victor's probably going to wonder where the hell I am once he and Yuri come home. I should probably leave a note on the fridge…God knows he gets a little freaked when he comes home and I'm not here. I'm one of his few constants. He doesn't do well with people coming and not staying. So, I grabbed a piece of stationery from the pad in the kitchen.

Victor,

Took Yurio to the rink.

We'll be back late.

All my love,

Vi. xoxo

And just like that, Yurio and I took off and headed for a friend of mine's ballet studio. I had met Natalia around the same time I met Victor the first time. She was an extremely talented dancer and was kind enough to choreograph my debut short program. We had been friends ever since. When I pulled into the parking lot of Natalia's studio, pure confusion washed over my son's face.

"Um, Mama," Yurio gave me a look, "Are you sure you're teaching me? This isn't the ice rink."

"I know," I turned the car off, "And I am. This is where we begin."

"But there's no ice here," he pouted, "You said you were teaching me your routine."

"And where do you think I started?" I got him out of his car seat, "Right here. Now, you'll see ice soon enough."

"But…"

"No buts, Yuri," I cut him off, "Natalia left it unlocked for me. Go inside."

Yurio made a beeline for the front door and ran inside. Natalia's studio wasn't exactly huge, but her classes were usually around forty people. Most of her students were around Yurio's age. I'm sure if I asked her, she'd give him one on one lessons. But if anyone was going to be able to teach him my routine, it'll be me. Not that I think less of her as a dancer, but Natalia's just that. She's just a dancer. I'd pay money to see her on the ice. On a more slippery surface, she'd have two left feet.

"Mama," Yurio whined, "Why can't I go on the ice yet?"

"Because you're wanting to run before you can even crawl," I explained, throwing my bag on the floor, "For now, we nail the choreography first. And to do that, I need a warmup and to gauge where you're at."

"So…" he wondered, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want a two-minute freestyle right now," I demanded, heading over to the sound system to hook my phone in, "Any requests?"

"What?" Yurio freaked, "I don't know how to dance!"

"Ok," I settled him, queuing up a song that reminded me a lot of my dear Yurio. And a little bit of Victor, too. He could be a little bit of a prima donna, too, "Relax. Honestly, it's not that hard to fake. There's one basic move that can be jazzed anyway you want."

"So, what do we do?"

"Follow my lead," I instructed, "Hip to the left, hip to the right, drop, and back up to the base position. It's an easy four-count. Go."

"So, like…" Yurio tried, but fell a bit short.

"No, no, no," I stopped him, helping him out a little, "This is supposed to loosen you up, Yuri. You're too stiff, too robotic. A little more fluid. Try it again."

"Like this?" he was still too stiff, but I didn't have the heart to tell him. He's lucky I was teaching him and not Natalia. She's a sweetheart when she wants to be, but with the way Yurio's starting out, she'd be clubbing him.

"Here," I hit the play button on the remote, "It's too quiet in here anyway. Remember when you, me, Yuri and Victor went to the beach and that wave knocked you over?"

"Yeah," Yurio nodded, "What's that got to do with it?"

"When the music starts," I told, "I want you to move with the music like it's that wave rolling in and out. Only with this, it'll be left and right."

"So…" The music started and Yurio picked it right up, "More like this?"

"Exactly," I moved with him, "Just like that. We're going to do that for a few four counts. Then, the song's going to speed up a little bit and we're going to try it faster. Is that ok?"

"Ok," I could see the determination burning in his eyes.

"But in time," I stipulated, keeping a close eye on him as the tempo changed. And he was nailing it. I know Yurio wasn't biologically mine, but he was definitely getting that from me, "There you go, Yuri. You're getting it."

"I am?" Yurio beamed, "I'm doing it?"

"You're doing very well, baby," I praised, "Now, we're going to change step here a little bit."

"I don't know, Mama," he winced, "You said I was doing good now. Why are we changing?"

"It's a real simple change," I promised, "When the second verse kicks in, we're going to go with a left hip, left hip, right hip, right hip, left, right, drop, base. Got it?"

"So," the song slowed for the chorus and Yurio followed perfectly with the first move. Until the second verse started, "Left, left, right, right, left, right, down, up?"

"In a more, Dance Dance Revolution kind of way, yeah," I kept up with him, "Whatever works for you."

"What's Dance Dance Revolution?"

"It's a game Mama used to play when she was still living in New York," I was really starting to feel old, "If we ever go there one day, I'll show it to you. Let's add some spins in, too."

"Ok," Yurio tried doing one spin and tripped over his own two feet only to get up and try again. And eat the floor…Again. And that's when his frustration came out, "I can't do it, Mama! It's too hard!"

"You'll get it," I assured him, "You just started, Yuri. It's only the first lesson and I've been at this longer."

"I'll never be as good as you, Mama," he pouted, ready to give up on the day already.

"You know what," I sat on the floor with him, "You're right. You're not going to be as good as me."

"You really know how to give a pep talk, don't you, Mama?"

"You're going to be better than me one day, Yuri," I pulled him into my lap, "You have that potential. And one day, you're going to nail your spins. And any other move I show you. You just need to keep at it."

"You really think I'll be better than you?" Yurio's eyes sparkled with eagerness and resolve.

"I know you will," I kissed the top of his head, "Now, come on. Let's get this down and we can go home."

"Ok!"

With more fire in his belly, Yurio tried harder and harder to land his jumps and his spins. Over the course of the next couple weeks, he had gotten much better than when we first walked into Natalia's studio. Every night was the same. Wake up Yurio, get a little bit of food in him, go to the studio, practice our asses off, and go home. But the one thing Yurio was persistent about was getting on the ice. One night, I decided to surprise him after practice.

"Mama, where are we going?" he asked, "Home is the other way."

"You know," I smirked, "For someone who's been nagging me to get back to the rink for the past couple weeks, you'd think you'd be more excited for this."

"I get to go on the ice tonight?!" Yurio squealed in sheer excitement, "You think I'm ready?"

"I'd say you've nailed my choreography," I pulled into the parking lot, "Let's see how you do on the ice."

"YAY!"

Since the day Victor and I adopted the boys, I had never seen Yurio so animated. It warmed my heart to no end to see my usually quiet, reserved, slightly bitter, little angel get so excited about something. I was waiting for Yurio to start doing cartwheels. As soon as I had him unstrapped from his car seat, he sprinted toward the door. Yurio grabbed a pair of skates in his size from behind the counter and started lacing them up all by himself. Once I had my own tied, Yurio stuck his foot in my face, waiting for me to tie his skate for him, too. Shaking in anticipation, he headed for the ice…a little too fast…and…

Thud…

Yurio ate the ice. I know it was a terrible thing to do, but I couldn't help but laugh as I skated onto the rink myself to pull him up, "There you go again, Yuri. Wanting to run before you crawl again. I know you're stoked, kid, but you need a little bit of patience. You have all the time in the world."

"Then, why were you laughing at me?" Yurio lost all of his confidence.

"Because it was funny," I settled him, "You will get there. I promise you that. The song I played the first time we were in here, I thought of you. The story reminded me of you. I may be the dragon, but you, Yuri…You are the warrior. I have no doubt you'll save the kingdom one day. The hordes and hordes of enemies you're going to fight through are those jumps you can't land. The spins you can't nail. The little fall you just took on the ice. But you're going to get through them. And you will save the kingdom."

"No, I won't," a little flame flickered in his eye, "I'll conquer kingdoms."

"That's my boy!" I spun him around, holding his hand tight, "This was more or less a little lesson in humility. Dancing on a solid surface and dancing on ice are two completely different things. I have no doubt you'll be able to do it one day, but not today. We'll try again tomorrow, but for now, we're going home."

"Ok, Mama," I untied Yurio's skates and got him back home. Five o'clock in the morning was not a fun time for me. But an upside of teaching Yurio, I forgot how much I loved doing this. In all honesty, I missed it. I retired when Victor and I got the boys and he retired a year later. And damn, I missed the Grand Prix circuit. Maybe if Yurio gets good enough, I could put him in the junior division, but now was bedtime.

"Good morning," Victor wrapped his arms around me, "How was practice?"

"Exhausting," I curled into him. If anyone understood what I was going through, it was Victor. He had been teaching Yuri during the day while I taught Yurio at night. He knew exactly what these practices were like.

"I'm sorry," he pulled the blankets over me, "Go to sleep, Violet. You earned it."

"Ok…" I sighed deliriously, already halfway there.

"By the way," Victor bit his bottom lip, "Chris called last night."

"That's nice, Victor," I gave him a pat.

"He'll be in town for the next week."

"Again," I yawned, "That's nice, Victor."

"And he'll be staying with us…"

"Wait," my eyes shot open, "What?"

A/N: Yay! We're going to have a visitor! And that means something a whole hell of a lot deeper than what you're thinking. I can't tell you quite yet, but you'll find out next week. I was going to wait a while, but why not? Let's bring Chris in! Now, could I ask you a little bit of a favor? I started posting an original to FictionPress called His Girl Friday Nights that I update every Friday. If you could give that a little bit of love, I'd really appreciate it.

Also, if you're curious, the song Violet and Yurio were dancing to in this chapter? Marina and the Diamonds' Primadonna Girl. I've seen so much YOI crack since we've gone on hiatus and I always see people using Primadonna Girl for Yurio, so here we are! See you next chapter! xx