AN: iiiiiiiiitttttt's the end of the fic as we know it!

Haha, get it. . . end of the world, end of the fic-yeah ya get it.

I'm sad to end this, but hey it's been fun. Probably one of my favorites- *looks at all my deleted ones that I said were my favs* . . .

*whisper* I'm sorry

HERE IS A QUESTION! What's your favorite kind of shark? I can't choose; what about you?

"Yurio! Wake up!"

Yuri sat up. He was in his bed, living with Viktor and his little piglet. That's right. . . There was no Otabek. He just dreamed of Otabek. What a bother too.

"Yuiro?" The piggy said in a soft voice, leaning down. "You wanted to look for an ice rink around here right? We're gonna head out soon, so get dressed." Yuuri Katsuki left the room, his embarrassed laughter could be heard when Viktor started to be touchy.

How disgusting.

Yuri got dressed. It was such a wonderful dream too, he finally found someone who wouldn't be disgusted with his anger, who made him smile!

And it was all a stupid dream. Yuri thought bitterly.

~Hey let's go to our dream boy~

Otabek sat up in a cold sweat. He looked around, and sighed. He didn't know if relief or disappointment. He just was wondering how he came up with such a person as Yuri Plisetsky, lover of tigers.

". . . I think I'll go to the rink."

~Now back to edgy mcedgelord ~

"So you dreamt of a boy? What was his name? Was he cute? Maybe he's real! Maybe it's a sign!" Viktor talked too much, in Yuri's opinion. He hadn't been in university in years; he never met an Otabek there. He was a dance major though, but that didn't mean anything.

Well. . . Phichit had a blog, and he was dating those two boys.

Weird.

"He isn't real so shut up!" Yuri glared at the two other men with him as he entered the rink. He put on his skates, wondering if it was true they were knife shoes. If so, could he stab Viktor? Maybe that would shut him up-

"Yura?"

~Let's go to the teddy bear-what? He is a teddy bear~

Otabek walked to the rink. He remembered university, how there was a blog. How there was Phichit, Leo, and their boyfriend Guang Hong.

How there was a dance studio he never even entered.

Otabek sighed and entered in the building. There was no point of wondering of the boy was real; what's the point if he will never find Yuri?

Well, he would stop thinking this now. A blonde was arguing with two men, and boy was the blonde pissed.

"He isn't real so shut up!" what was the blonde even talking about. Otabek thought he sounded familiar-oh.

"Oh." he mumbled. It was Yuri-how? How was that possible? He needed to make sure.

"Yura?"

~Okay now both of them because I'm sick of the switching back and forth~

Yuri's head went up as Otabek stared at him. Both were silent, just. . . looking at each other.

"Beka?" Yuri's voice was soft. "Is that you? Really?"

Otabek nodded, his voice refusing to come out.

"I'm dreaming again, right?" Yuri looked around. "Okay, joke's over pig! I know you're just-"

"Yura, what are you talking about?"

Yuri looked at Otabek again. "Wait you're actually real?"

Otabek nodded once again. "Want to skate with me?" he held out his hand to the shorter boy.

"Okay."

With that, Yuri took Otabek's hand and the two made their way to the ice.

AN: . . . Done.

I'm sorry. It's short.

My cat is trying to sit on my keyboard.