Angel [Victor Nikiforov]

{Chapter 30}

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"Hello? Victor?" I ask once answering his call.

"Mizore! You were amazing!"

I gasp quietly, my cheek growing warm, "O - oh. Thank you."

I turn closer to the wall and hold my other hand to my phone.

"H - how's Maccachin?" I ask.

I hear a slight sigh, "Nothing is sure yet."

I let out a sigh in disappointment.

"I noticed yesterday, Yuuri really did want me to go..."

I let a slightly sad chuckle pass through my lips.

"Hm...?"

"Yuuri... Last year, at the finals, he lost Vicchan..."

"Vicchan?"

My eyes widen in surprise, "A - ah! Gomen. He had a toy poodle passed away before the finals... Yuuri couldn't make it back in time..."

(Sorry.)

A couple tears gather by my eyes but I quickly wipe them away.

"Vicchan... isn't that...?"

I laugh, "Vicchan is for Victor." I exclaim.

"Oh! He named him after me!" Victor exclaims in surprise.

"I wish I could say you're wrong." I say with a chuckle.

Victor laughs, "How cute."

I smile, briefly remembering when Yuuri got Vicchan.

"Mizore... I really do miss you. I wish I was there to really see your performance."

I chuckle quietly, "Yeah..."

"Funny, I would say you did better than with me there."

"Ah!" I exclaim and cover my face with one hand.

I hear some distant talking before Victor says, "Mizore, i'll have to leave you now. Beregi sebya, moya lyubov'."

(Take care, my love.)

Before i'm able to ask anything from what he's said; he hangs up.

I shake my head with a smile on my face.

"Mizore!" A familiar voice calls out.

"Huh?" As I turn around, black hair clouds my vision as i'm brought into a hug.

"Yuuri?" I ask as I pull away slightly to see his face.

He pulls away with a guilty smile before looking at me, "I was watching from above."

I blush in embarrassment, "And you didn't tell me?" I exclaim.

Yuuri chuckles, "I didn't have to chance."

"O - oh! That's right. Victor and I left before saying anything... gomen!"

(sorry.)

Yuuri smiles, "Daijōbu!"

(It's alright!)

"Next skater... Miyamoto Yui from France."

I gasp and grab onto Yuuri's sleeve before dragging him to see her.

"W - woah!"

As we get out to see I see her taking center stage.

I slowly let go of Yuuri's sleeve.

Quite quickly, he grabs my hand, squeezing it slightly.

I smile lightly and squeeze back.

He was probably one out of all that knew my confusion towards Miyamoto.