Ephemeral - (adj.) lasting for a very short time

It's only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. - The Little Prince

On a soggy, cold night, Yuri Katsuki stood in the thundering rain, arms crossed in front of him, his whole body shaking. Raindrops pounded on top of him, threatening to push him to the ground but his knees stood strong as the shivering wind swirled around him, like a wild beast tangled in a net.

The clouds never showed any mercy these days. The constant rain and storms that took place in Hastesu Japan started to become tedious, since the young skater was always late to his practices, and the obsidian clouds just put him in a foul mood.

Today wasn't the best of days. The Japanese was stranded downtown after running some ''errands'' for his coach Victor.

The silver-haired Russian had asked him earlier that day if he could pick up a new pair of skates, since his broke after many intense practices. Yuri happily agreed, but now that he was standing out here in the icy wind, he regretted everything.

He could never say no to Victor though. Those azure coloured eyes that contrasted beautifully against his skin, and the way they would always be lit up with a certain grace, and intelligence. You could search the depths of every galaxy in every universe, and wouldn't be able to find a colour even remotely similar.

Great. Here he was being a hopeless romantic again. Victor's role was just to train him to be the best skater. Nothing more.

Yuri, clutching his bag with his new skates began to walk down the busy streets, his glasses fogged, and the hood of his windbreaker pulled tightly around his face.

It isn't even the new year yet, and it's already so cold,

Downtown Hastesu was always so busy; especially at night. Yuri tried to avoid ever coming here, but knew there was no way out of it.

When the rain began to pick up, and start pouring at the pace it was now, Victor had texted him to forget about the skates and just come back. Yuri didn't just want to leave the skates behind, and just trying to get them on another day would suck even more.

Yuri could be very stubborn when he wanted to be.

Yuri noticed lighting in the corners of his vision that pierced and slashed in the black-silk clouds. Following that was another groan of thunder, similar to the sound Yuri's stomach makes when he's craving a pork cutlet bowl.

Cars zoomed back and forth on the busy roads; drivers trying to get home as quickly as possible. Nonetheless, they were very reckless; wheels skidding across the pavement, horns blaring, and breaks constantly creaking to a sudden halt.

This weather always makes the roads so dangerous.

Yuri wasn't surprised that the sidewalks were so empty. None one with the right mind would want to be out in this. Everyone must have left hours ago, when the rain first came.

I just need to cross this street, and I'll be able to walk back safely. Yuri tilted his head down so his mouth was covered by his jacket, the wind ever so persistent and sharp.

Yuri clutched the bag tighter, as he quickened the pace to the cross walk where cars were zooming in front of him.

He bounced up and down in place trying to regain some warmth, with no avail.

''Come on, come on..'' He pleaded at the cross light. He was utterly drenched, and his jacket wasn't doing a great job and he could feel the water soaking through to his skin.

I'm gonna need a whole cupboard of towels once I get home.

He turned his gaze to the other side of the hectic road, looking at the street light that turned from green, to yellow, and to red which was emphasised against the darkness of the sky like a monochromatic painting.

Yuri could barely wait patiently any longer, and as soon as the cars gave him permission to pass, he quickly began to walk across, avoiding the rain puddles.

Finally, I'm on my way back home. I wonder what Victor will say. Will he be mad that I didn't listen to him to come back quicker? Oh well, at least he got new skates.

Suddenly he noticed that a honking sound became much more prominent, and headlights were flashing much more faster. It wasn't coming from the direction of traffic though.

What the heck…

He turned his head up, to notice a stray car going way above the speed limit, windshield wipers frantically moving back and forth, and heading straight in his direction.

Yuri did not have time to process anything. Just the headlights lighting up his face, turning his vision white, and the strongest pain he had every experience hitting him everywhere at once, making him lose consciousness, as his world spinned into black.

The skating bag was thrown from his grasp, as well as his phone, now cracked, he didn't even realize he was clutching, with Victor's messages flashing on the screen.

What a pain. Victor told himself as he texted Yuri another time, asking where he was. He was taking far too long, but Victor knew it was because of the unfortunate weather.

He couldn't seem to brush away a feeling of regret for making Yuri go out in this.

Victor who was more more prepared for the weather was clutching a black umbrella; that kept on trying to escape his grasp with the violent wind. He also wore a warm hat and scarf, as well as jacket. Always prepared, and in style.

The woosh of the racing cars kept blowing Victor's grey bangs around his eyes. I can barely see in this rain, and this isn't helping. He reached with the other hand to slick his bangs up on his head. Yet they flopped back down annoyingly.

He eventually gave up, and tucked his other hand in his pocket, walking through the downtown area, heading to the skate shop.

Maybe Yuri decided to wait the rain out in the store? Wouldn't explain why he isn't replying to my texts though..

He was going to have to talk to his student after this stunt he pulled.

Up ahead, he could see many flashing red and blue lights but they were very hard to make out. As he got closer, his ears tuned in through the wind to siren noises, as well as a lot of commotion.

There must have been some sort of accident… It wasn't uncommon in weather like this.

As he approached the scene, he still kept his entire focus on getting to the store, rather than what he saw was an ambulance. He also wouldn't want to get in the way of the paramedics.

But the chaos was too hard to ignore. There were people everywhere gaping in shock, and many honking horns from cars trying to get through.

Victor noticed a police car also showed up, closing off the road and moving people who were getting in the way.

Victor just couldn't help but stop. He wasn't accustomed to scenes like this, and was as curious as everyone else.

''A young man was hit..'' He heard a lady say to another. ''Was just walking across the road, and this moron came out of nowhere… It was a hit and run.''

Victor gazed towards them as the bottom of his stomach dropped in anxiety.

Where was Yuri?

Using the shield of his umbrella, he sent his student another text.

Just three simple words, but he needed them to be answered more than anything.

Where are you? He clicked send, placing his phone back in his pocket, as he kept his eyes on the police and the many cars.

It was such a faint noise that anyone else would have missed it. With the wind and rain like this, there was no way someone could have heard that small tone. Victor didn't know how he heard it, but he did, and that's when the before feeling of anxiety in his stomach, rose up in his entire body giving him a feeling of nausea, and fear.

He watched in complete horror as he saw a cracked phone on the road closely in front of him light up with life with a text. Yuri's phone.

The world seemed to stop. Nothing seemed to function, and the horrific feeling was so strong, that when Victor dropped the umbrella and ran up to where the paramedics were, he allowed it to fully blossom.

There he was. There was Yuri. There was no mistaking that was him, but the sight was nauseating.

The lights that the paramedics supplied lit up his student's face, and Victor could see the blood, and the oxygen mask, and the paramedics frantically checking his pulse

Oh god, I need to throw up.

He couldn't speak. No words could describe what was happening. Victor had never felt this before, and he hated it. He felt as if he would collapse.

He also didn't notice a police officer grabbing him from behind, and pulling him away, as Yuri was loaded into the ambulance.

He screamed out, trying to get away as fast as possible.

This can't… This isn't happening…

The rain seemed to begin to slow at that moment, the tears falling down Victor's face was now noticeable.

But the forgotten umbrella was finally freed, and was brushed away by the wind, flying away from the world without a trace.

YEEEET MY FIRST MULTI CHAPTER STORY

Poor Yuri :(

I hope you guys are liked this! I really wanted to write something other than a one shot, and I'm glad I did! This was soo much fun~~

Has Yuri on Ice taken over anyone else's life completely? like it's honestly all I think about, I love it soo much I can't wait until merch and stuff come out heehehe

Anyway so yes, this story will be pretty angsty in the future, and will focus on the aftermath of Yuri getting hit by the car, and what happens to him and his skating career.

Don't worry, there's a tone of angst for victor too lol

I'm not sure where in the timeline this story takes place,, so if you want consider it more as an AU?

i don't want to spoil much, but I promise things will get pretty spicy later on

Anyway, once again I hope you guys enjoyed! I will try and update often; maybe once a week.

Please follow, favourite, and review if you liked! I love the feedback, and I will reply to all reviews.

well not much else to say... it's almost midnight and I have to wake up fairly early tomorrow so I'll try and get some sleep

(jk im gonna be watching junjou romantica all night shhhh)

Thanks for everything and baii!

Kalluuto, signing off ~ *rides away on magic carpet*