Here's chapter 2. Since I had made this already, I'm just sorta editing and fixing things, so if it seems similar, then that's why.

Disclaimer: This fanfiction is mine, nothing but Miko belongs to me (not that I'm complaining, Miko's adorable)

Miko POV

I'm still in shock from what happened from yesterday. The world's most famous figure skater said he was going to be Yuri's coach, and he would help me reach my full potential. Honestly, I don't even want to skate, that's Yuri's thing. I looked at him, and he was still in shock, and this time, I didn't do anything, choosing to text on Yuri's phone, as well as go on Instagram and see what Pitchit was doing, before I saw a picture of a cat shirt an angry Russian was holding, but I had to favorite it because, well, CATS! Oh, looks like the Russian woke up, and is thankfully wearing something. It's not the best, but it'll do.

"Mmn, hungry," he said, his dog getting up, and asking to be pet, which I did, because I could understand that being rejected by someone you love for something else. The dog didn't lick my face, just my hand, which I didn't mind. Katsuki-kaa-san was bringing out Katsudon for me, Yuri, and...um...his name's at the tip of my tongue...Victon? Vitchan? You know what, he's russian, so cliche russian name will be...Jakobi. That'll work...hopefully. "Yeah, it is really good. Mom would make it for me and Miko anytime we would win something. Honestly I've been eating it a lot more, but Miko's had more, haven't you Miko-GET OFF MY INSTAGRAM!" Yuri yelled at me. "You have your own phone for that!" and he took his phone, me just grabbing mine instead, complaining to Pitchit about the unfairness of it all, which Yuri couldn't do anything about. As Katsuki-kaa-san came out with my katsudon, I continued petting the dog, 'I'll ask her name later,' and was eating with one hand and my eyes on Instagram.

"-iko? MIKO!" Yuri yelled. I jumped, startling the dog, but she calmed down relatively quickly. "What Yuri? Whatcha want?" Yuri sighed, before saying, "Victor wanted to know what your training program consists of?" I tilted my head, confused. "For skating," Jakobi- Victor said. "I don't have one. I just skate." Victor looked confused and Yuri just laughed. "I think you confused him, Miko." I winked and said, "I've been confusing people from the day I was born. This is second nature." Yuri looked sad, before going emotionless on his face. "That's true." I was about to say something else, but Minako-kaa-san came in.

"Miko, it's time to go. Grab your stuff. I have to go work. You can use the dance studio while I'm there." I nodded, and ran to go grab my stuff from Yuri's room. I then came back, grabbed my phone from Yuri, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and pet the dog, put on my shoes, and said, "Bye Katsuki-okaa-san, Katsuki-otou-san, Mari-onee-chan, Yuki-nii-chan!" and ran out to go join Minako-kaa-san. "So how long are you working for Minako-kaa-san?" Minako-kaa-san sighed and said, "You can call me 'mom', remember?" I nodded, then ran up to our house to grab my dance bag and the keys to the dance studio. "Bye Minako-kaa-san!" and ran to the dance studio.

The next morning I went to Yuko's skating place, where a bunch of reporters were, as well as the triplets. I walked up to the triplets and asked, "Can I go in?" "Miko!" all three exclaimed, "Sure, it's always open to you!" One of the reporters asked, "Are you 'Miko' as in Kimiko? Can you answer a couple questions please?" I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I...don't have time," and ran into the building as fast as I could.

"Did people scare you again Miko?" Yuko teased me. I play-glared at her, "You would hate reporters too if they asked you a billion and one questions at a time! Can I have some skates?" Yuko handed me the skates, and I put them on in the locker room before making sure that no one was in the skating room, and, after I was sure there wasn't, I took the bluetooth speaker out of my bag, as well as my phone, trying to pick the song I was going to dance to. After some (a lot) of consideration, I chose Lost One's Weeping.

I started out fast, doing singular and double loops. There wasn't too much action, but that changed when the beat picked up. I did a quadruple as soon as it started, getting faster, and only added more and more jumps, soon barely touching the ice before going into another jump, loving the feeling of being off the ground. When the song ended, I was breathing fast, sweating, and feeling like my heart was going to pound out of my chest, but it was worth it. I skated over to the kiss-and-cry, grabbing my phone, and speaker, turning both off and heading to the locker room, where I took a shower and changed into black jeans, and a shirt with a cat with the words, "If I deem it impurrtant, I'll stop cleaning my paws." and the cat was cleaning its paws. I wore a black tank underneath, cause it was comfy. I then placed my hair into a low ponytail with some of my hair framing my face, which made it look awesome, but was easy to take care of. I also grabbed a plain black scarf and wrapped it around my neck expertly.

I walked out of the locker room to see Yuri standing in front of a blonde Russian, smirking. "Yuri, who's this?" Both looked at me, and Yuri walked over, and picked me up, which I wasn't too happy about, but enjoyed it nonetheless. "No one who's important. Anyway, is Victor here?" I shrugged. "I dunno, I was in the locker room taking a shower." Yuri sighed and said, shall we go and check then?" I just held on cause he started walking to the door leading to the skating rink. The blonde joined us a minute later, glaring. I had to laugh. "What's so funny, brat?" he grumbled. I frowned. "I'm 15, going on 16 in...two weeks?" Yuri nodded, so I knew it was correct. "Anyway, who are you? I've never seen you before." The blonde looks shocked, before turning into pissed. "I'm Yuri Plisetsky." I looked at my Yuri, the blonde Yuri, my Yuri, and the blonde. "Neither of you look like Yuri. But both of you are Yuri. It doesn't make sense. And Yuri, put me down!" He did, while looking at Victor. I looked, but wasn't impressed. There was nothing in his skating but twists and turns. "This is boring. He needs feelings so that we, as the audience, can feel a connection. Otherwise this is like saying, 'this doesn't deserve my attention,'. And I can tell that's not what he's trying to do."

My attention was caught when B and B Yuri said, "He always wants to surprise the audience, but now he has no inspiration. If you don't have any inspiration left, you're good as dead." I snorted, getting the two's attention. "Well B and B Yuri, he's clearly never been to America," I shivered, "That place is full of inspiration. Full. Of. It." Yuri had to cover his mouth to cover up his laughter from the way I spoke about the U.S. I then said, "That's what inspired me to try singing and playing 'Classroom Bystander', 'Lost One's Weeping', 'Undead Enemy', and 'Sentimental Android'." Yuri stopped laughing, remembering the lyrics of all the songs.

B(londe) and B(itchy)Yuri got impatient, and yelled, "Oi Victor! Get your ass over here!" something must've been on B and B Yuri's face, because Victor said, "Judging from your face, I probably forgot some promise of mine." I laughed at both Yuri's faces. "Oh, Victor, did you know that both their names are 'Lily'?" Victor looked down to me and said, "No, I knew their names, but I didn't know that was what they meant," and he ruffled my hair, which I hadn't had done to me by anyone but Yuri. I was shocked speechless. "Shall we go back to Yutopia? I could really get in one of their onsen right now," Victor said, which shocked both Yuris speechless as well.

Yuri and Yuri were at opposite ends of one another, arguing over every little thing, getting on my nerves, and I was tired by all their arguments. At the table, I just lay my head down, my hair being in a braid that started at my shoulder blades and went down the rest of my back. The two Yuris were starting their two hundred and fifteenth argument when I grabbed duct tape and said, "One more argument and I will stick this over your mouth. Now please. Shut. Up." I then laid my head down on the table and started dozing when Mari-onee-chan came in and saw B and B Yuri, and said, after finding out his name, "Two Yuris, this'll get confusing. How about you can be Yurio." Victor and Yuri liked it, Yurio wasn't happy, and the Katsuki's enjoyed it as well. I felt like an outsider, and quiet as a cat, grabbed my bag, my coat, and placed on my sneakers, and walked out.

It was cold, but I didn't put on my coat. I walked to my favorite place in the whole city, the park. The sakuras were covered in a thin sheen of frost, and the sky was clear of clouds. I thought, feeling my throat, "No one loves a fake." and, seeing them land in the once perfect snow felt the tears run down my face, blending in with the snow on the ground.

YURIO POV

I followed the brat outside to see where he was going. He annoyed me, and I wanted to get back at him for the duct tape threat. However, when I saw him, I couldn't help but stare. He was smiling, but in the light from the moon, I saw the tears running down his face, and how he only lightly touched his neck. "What's under the scarf? Why did that Katsudon look like he was hurt when he stared at him? What the hell is wrong with this kid?"

I hope that everyone here is willing to put up with my random updating schedule, as there will be days that I probably won't be able to do anything, as I now have 2 therapists and a psychiatrist, AND I'm starting medication soon.

Ciao, Ecila