Yuri!!! On Ice [p] - ℓυуα

★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]After a rather depressing loss at the Grand Prix Finals, Yuuri, unfortunately, couldn't say that he made any sort of improvements. He lost the Japanese Nationals as well, and doesn't even manage to make the qualifying. His season came to an early end. He supposed that his soulmate might be glad for that. While he still skated, he didn't push himself nearly as far as when he was practicing a routine for a competiton. There were a lot less injuries.

The rest he gave his body made way for a new phenomenon - he could feel pain that wasn't his own better than he ever had been able to before. Without always feeling tired from practice, he took notice of the small twinges that occurred, even when he was laying completely still. It made him smile, only a little, even though he did feel bad that they had gotten hurt.

Officially out of the competition for the season, Yuuri decided that the best thing to do would be to go back home to Japan. He liked Detroit, but he missed the comforts of his family's onsen. He also foud himself missing the ice rink he'd grown up in. So, he packed up and left, flying across the ocean back to his home country. His failures were still weighing heavily on his mind, but he tried not to focus on them. Instead, he busied his mind with the small reminders that his soulmate was out there somewhere, and other times with skating routines. He wanted to be on the ice again, and have fun with the sport. Once he got to Japan, he'd have to visit Yuko.[/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]When Yuuri arrived back in his home country, the first thing he did, rather than going to his family's onsen, was pay a visit to Ice Castle. Not surprisingly, Yuko was there. It was late, and she was beginning to shut the rink for the night, but she changed her mind when he arrived. She seemed eager to see him, and he tried to keep his mood up for her. The truth of the matter though, was that he was still feeling down about his recent competition failures. She probably knew that, but thankfully didn't mention it.

He skated again with only his friend around to watch. It was calming being able to move across the ice without the stress of competition - the entire world watching his every move. With that gone, his anxiety and fears were blown away with it. She seemed pleased with his performance as he came to a stop, and he couldn't help but to grin. She pushed him out of the building soon after though, telling him to go home and see his parents. He agreed with her easily, and began the journey there. The path was ingrained into his memory from simple repetition, and he arrived rather quickly. [/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]Yuuri opened the door to his family's inn with the quiet ease of habit, and stepped inside, only to be immediately knocked down by a large form practically tackling him. It took him a few moments to realize that it was in fact a dog sitting in front of him now. He blinked in confusion. The dog looked familiar, but it wasn't Vicchan. Huh? He stumbled to his feet, the dog staying by his heels as his parents finally came into the lobby and greeted him with large smiles. "It looks like he's fond of you," his mother said, nodding her head to the dog. "He came here with a handsome looking Russian man."

Yuuri's mind was reeling, and his eyes widened in shock. No. It had to be just a coincidence. After discovering that the man had rented a room and was now in the back, he practically ran there. He couldn't believe that Victor Nikiforov would be in Japan, but he needed to find out for himself. He pulled open the door, and stood there in shock.

He didn't believe it.[/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]Yuuri was beyond shocked at this point, as he stood in the doorway with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. He was dreaming, right? Victor Nikiforov couldn't be standing in front of him in the middle of his family's onsen. It was credit to his surprise that he stood there completely still, not moving or reacting except for blinking in shock.

Why? Why did Victor come all the way to Japan, declaring that he was going to enter the next season, not as a competitor, but a coach. His coach. Why would he want to coach Yuuri? He'd performed horribly at the Grand Prix, so what would the man see in him that would be worthy of coaching? Unable to form much of a proper response, he worked his mouth, attempting to force out words of some sort. Eventually, he settled upon a confused cry of "What?" He still didn't exactly believe that this was truly happening. It seemed too impossible that the man he'd idolized would be standing before him in the bath. The bath. In his shock, he'd completely forgotten where they were standing. Now the situation was just going to be even more difficult to handle, and he gulped nervously. [/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]Yuuri watched, his eyes still wide with disbelief as the Russian man stepped out of the bath and, thankfully, covered himself with one of the robes. He was pretty sure that he would have stopped functioning completely if Victor hadn't put something on. He blinked slowly in response to the words, nodding. He couldn't exactly stop the man, could he? This was an inn, after all, and if he wanted to stay, he would be more than welcome to.

"Uh, no, no, I'm not upset," he stuttered, shaking his head. He was just in disbelief, was all. Confused. Honestly, once he got past all of those emotions, the best thing to describe the way he was feeling would be elated. Victor wanted to coach him? It was an opportunity that he'd be insane to pass up, even if he still didn't exactly believe that this wasn't a dream. [/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

[fancypost bgcolor=LightSteelBlue; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px; height: 150px; opacity: 0.70; margin-left: -5px; color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; overflow: auto; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px 6px LightSteelBlue;][justify]Yuuri was, admittedly, still a bit lost in the shock of the whole situation. His idol coming to hometown was a whole big, unbelievable happening that was a bit difficult to swallow. Still, he didn't really want to make a fool of himself in front of the other man, so he turned on his heels stiffly to follow. A sudden pain in his foot that his own actions weren't the cause of made him halt in his steps, though. It was sharp, almost like his soulmate had stubbed their toe, and a grimace appeared on his face for just a moment before he forced it away. While, if seen, Victor would probably understand the reasoning behind the expression without having to ask - everyone had a soulmate, after all - Yuuri still didn't want to be making strange faces.

"Yes, let's go eat," he said, only a bit nervously, in an attempt to keep the conversation away from anything soulmate related. It wasn't necessarily a private thing but, well, he really didn't want to talk about it at the moment. He was practically overwhelmed already.

OOC:
Ah, I'm sorry for taking so long to reply, Dear! [/fancypost]

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★ Yuuri Katsuki ![/fancypost][/fancypost]

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So, he cleared his throat and walked behind the man, eventually sitting down across from him at the table. The smile didn't do much to ease his nerves, but at this point, he doubted that much would. It was something he'd grown used to, so he was able to ignore it and offer a tiny smile of his own in return. Food was brought to the table in a cheerful manner, and it was incredibly obvious that his family was already a bit fond of Victor. Yuuri couldn't decide if that was a positive thing or not.

OOC:
Thank you so much for being patient with my slow replies~ [/fancypost]

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