A Song Of Love| | Viktuuri

Chapter II

The present; Yuuri's POV

There's only room for one Yuri!"

Familiar short blonde hair and dashing green eyes flash through his memory, forcing a frown onto Yuuri's lips.

That boy, Yuri, was right. Yuuri had failed, he had a chance to make a difference and yet he failed.

There was only room for one Yuri, and it wasn't him.

With a sigh Yuuri picks up his luggage, turning to leave. His eyes were cast downwards, taking in the ugly design of the carpet. It was nursed yellow with red in the middle, bad design if you asked Yuuri. Scrunching his nose he looked up, an oddly familiar voice catching his attention. Yuuri blinks, curiosity overflowing him as he takes one single glance behind him. The sight, however, made him freeze in place.

Viktor scolded Yuri as they walk, his short silver hair shining in the artificial light as it swayed from side to side. Yuri listened with he same frown on his face as he always wore, even with the win under his belt. In fact the small metal sat atop his chest now, glittering and catching the artificial light. Yet he was frowning. Yuri really was a weird person.

As Yuuri watches, they stop to talk to a third person. The old man spotted a frown much like Yuri's own as they talked - maybe more like yelled - about Yuri's performance. Granted that wasn't what Yuuri was staring at. He barely took notice of the old man and the blonde teen, his eyes tracing over the red and white jacket he wore. Sliding up to take in the hint of ice blue eyes he had.

If only he could meet Viktor. Talk to him. Be close to him. Tell him.

As Yuuri stands a few feet away from the trio, his eyes suck on the silver-haired male, Viktor glances over. When his eyes meet Yuuri's he flashes a big smile.

"Do you want a photo?" He says nicely, his heavy Russian accent apparent.

For a second Yuuri was frozen, his brain too shocked to actually pick up in whatever just happened. In an instant he remembers one thing.

He would never tell Viktor anything... he didn't want to have to deal with the aftermath of that.

With a sudden jolt, Yuuri straightened and turns without a second thought, walking away from the three Russians.

His eyes trail to his feet as he walk, a frown etching in his face as he watches the ugly carpet fly by underneath him. Viktor...

Someone he would always be able to see from a distance, but never... ever... be able to talk to.

To be honest, if he even tried he would probably burst into tears.

And not tears of happiness...

For about seven years now, Yuuri has had a sneaking suspicion...

A sneaking suspicion that Viktor is the one person in the world that Yuuri could turn to. A suspicion that Viktor is the one that shares his music with him. A suspicion... that Viktor is his soulmate...

Every season he hears the music... and every year when Viktor releases his music to the public for the first time Yuuri just... knows it. At least once a year, his soulmate spends days just listening to song after song after song. And after he picks one for whatever reason Yuuri has to hear it for months... and then magically Viktor comes out on TV skating to the very music Yuuri has been sleeping to for months...

But... that can't be, can it? Viktor his soulmate? No... that can't happen. There must be a mistake, right?

Viktor is one of the best skaters out there... and Yuuri was just... Yuuri. He is sure many other people assume they are Viktor's soulmate as well, it would be easy to do... But, something within Yuuri leads him to believe that he is not faking this.

Either way, however, he wants it to be true so badly. He wants to see Viktor every single day. See him wake up, see him skate, see him eat, see him walk... to say Yuuri was obsessed with the man would not be an understatement. Yuuri has watched him for years, and slowly began to fall in love with him.

The small male sighs. Falling in love with someone like Viktor? He was such an id-

Suddenly Yuuri was falling back, his butt landing on the floor as a dull pain shot through his head. He blinks, his brain taking a second before registering this as him having ran into someone.

"Hey! What the hell watch were you are- hey you're... Yuuri Katsuki! Oh I'm such a big fan!" Yuuri rubs his forehead and looks up, still trying to figure out exactly what had happened. He reaches up with one hand, pushing up his glasses before almost a little harshly being pulled to his feet.

"Wow w-" Yuuri began, gaining his footing and stepping away from the man.

"You're amazing Yuuri!" Just as soon as Yuuri backs away from the obvious fan he is pulled back to him, his head pressing against his broad chest. Yuuri, Of course, was still stuck on trying to figure out how he went from walking to being pressed against this male's chest... who the hell even was this man...

"Oh uh-" The man let go of Yuuri, letting him stumble back and fix his glasses. Upon closer inspection, Yuuri noticed the man had brown hair and green eyes, his smile so cocky he was sure this man had to be a skater... but why the heck would he be here?

"Can I have a picture?" He says excitedly, his weird accent suddenly hitting Yuuri. The cheery man seemed to be hopping from one foot to the next, a smile forever on his face.

"Oh uh... I guess?" Yuuri answered, still shocked. The man instantly pulled Yuuri close once again and smiles. On instinct Yuuri followed suit, worrying that his hair would be everywhere as he had just fallen to the ground and then been hugged...

"Oh thank you so much Yuuri! And... don't let that performance affect your career... I have a feeling you're going somewhere." The mysterious man smiles warmly at Yuuri, losing the smirk for a moment before walking off... just like that...

"What the hell..." Yuuri mutters as he watches the man strut away. That was...

"Weird right?" Yuuri jumps and turns, only to freeze once again. Viktor smiles softly at him, outstretched his hand to Yuuri. "I'm Viktor. Viktor Nikiforov."

Yuuri's jaw drops and his eyes widen. Wait... wait was... was Viktor actually talking to him right now? The pale male just smiles, waiting. He was used to the pause.

"O-oh um... I have to-" Yuuri turns once again and starts to walk away. He just... he couldn't talk to Viktor! He was Yuuri Katsuki! The failure! He couldn't just talk to Viktor!

He didn't even turn around to look back at Victor, he just kept on walking, trying to get away from... that situation.

Viktor tilts his head, watching the shorter male walk away from him. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out why Yuuri hated him so much... he had thought...

"Viktor! Hurry your ass up! we have places to be!" A certain short blonde male yells from behind him. The silver haired male sighs and with a last glance at Yuuri's retreating form he turns to the Russian Yuri.

"Watch your language Yuri! I'm coming!"

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