Disclaimer: IT SHALL BE MINE! I WANT ITTTTTTT!

Pairing: Victuuri obviously! Duh!

A/N: FINALLY! Yuri on Ice's finally on ffnet. I've been waiting since the first episode lol. And here I am, writing a fanfic, knowing fully well my other readers are waiting for Scarlet. LOL. I have no excuse. I've finished the next chapter of Scarlet but it's still in beta. Let's stop talking about that and on to Yuri on Ice! THIS IS ABSOLUTELY DELECTABLE! A MASTERPIECE! LOVE IT! Thus, I just have to post the story. It's been bugging me for more than a month! OTL

Anyway. Hope you'll enjoy it! Also, the story's inspired by my current favorite composer's song: Saving Us (Sawano Hiroyuki:Gemie). Actually, the initial story was so much darker. After a few revisions, it becomes this one. And I plan this story to be 7 chapters long (hopefully it won't grow beyond that...since I tend to get carried away lol).

This chapter is written with Yuuri's first person point of view. After this chapter though, it'll switch to third person point of view. Also, this story is not beta'ed. Please pardon me for any mistakes. And rated M for safety purpose lol.

I hope everyone will like it. Enjoy~

That day, the blue of the sky was blocked by thick, grey cloud. It felt humid and my shirt stuck to my back. It was terrible and uncomfortable. Amongst the chatter, there was a faint sound of announcement being made outside. Hearing that, I woke up from the bed, swallowing down the bile that threatened to spill. I had a bad fever after the end of the competition, but I forced myself to get up and walked to the announcement area.

I wished I'd never woken up.

I'd been in ballet for so long, I couldn't remember when I started anymore. It didn't mean I was naturally good at it, no. It took a lot of hard work until I could obtain the current skill. I thought I was good at it, but Minako-sensei told me something was missing from my dance. I had the skill, but even she couldn't tell what was the missing part. Having the most fragile heart of class, I quitted ballet.I tried to find something else to complete me.

Meeting Yuuko and Nishigori Takeshi introduced me to figure skating. And…well, they said I was good at it. I was easily elated, knowing I had the right balance and body movement from my time spent in ballet. Even when they were my seniors, I quickly surpassed them. I thought figure skating was my calling. I thought, that missing "something" could be found in skating.

I skated like I was born in the rink and gotten so good that I won competitions after competitions. I even managed to win my way to the final of the Grand Prix. It was the world championship program for figure skating and I was expected to win. I expected myself photographed and holding the trophy. But no. I wasn't. Let alone winning, I didn't even get to the second place. Worse than that, in fact. I ended up at the last spot.

My breath quickened. I almost spasm but I gritted my teeth, refusing to let the tears fall. Endure it, I told myself. Harden my heart. I could cry as much as I want later. For now, I should show a poker face. Placing at the last was one of the worst I'd had. I didn't need to add crying in public on top of it.

I wasn't sure what kind of face I made after seeing the result. The event was a blur from the shock. I faintly remembered giving a tight smile to the Chris despite refusing still to congratulate the man for his win. I even managed to apologize politely to a Japanese reporter, declining an interview. Who the heck needed to read an interview with a loser anyway?

"I'm sorry, I'm still feverish so I need to go back to the infirmary," I apologized to the reporter. He was insistent. I was at my limit and almost snapped when a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back.

"I never gave you permission to leave the infirmary, Katsuki-kun!" I blinked at the doctor's stern reprimand. When I looked at his eyes though, he was smiling. "Let's go."

"Yeah!" I replied, almost too eagerly.

The doctor came at the best time. I knew I would ruin my reputation further if I snapped at that reporter. So I just let the man in white coat dragged me back to my assigned bed. He left me there, saying nothing to me. I guessed he had seen the result.

I sighed. I understood why I was given the last place but the scores were completely horrid.

"Why?" I asked the ceiling as I put my head to a rest on the pillow.

Unexpectedly, I got a reply, followed by the sound of the curtain being dragged. I didn't know when the other person got into the room. There was no sound of door opening after I entered, so I guessed the guest was here all along.

"It's not due to lack of skills that you placed last, Katsuki Yuuri-kun," the newcomer said with a shrug.

I almost jumped out of the bed in surprise, but stopped. Entering my cubicle was a middle-aged man of brown slick hair and black rimmed glasses. His style was so clean-cut, almost like a business man. His suits reminded me of the Yakuza. I remembered this man so well, having seen him almost in every competition.

"What do you mean, Eigar-san?"

Eigar Black was one of the judges in the competition. I'd seen him frowning a lot at my performance, but he never really gave low scores. True that from all the judges, he always gave me the worst, but I always thought it was because his standard was extremely high. Apparently, it was not about that.

The man hunched slightly, dragging a chair to the side of the bed. He sat down with his legs and arms crossed. Eiger-san started with a sigh. "You know, you're one of my favorite contestant."

I nodded hesitantly. I wasn't sure where he was going with that.

"I've always given you high scores overall…except execution and interpretation. I'm not referring to your technical skill, Katsuki-kun," he hastily added, seeing I was about to object. "You're performing while fearing to fail. You were always so controlled; it was almost boring. You're not a robot."

My head was tilted in confusion.

"You're highly skilled. Your talent easily surpassed anyone, but each of your dances were…so anxious. Today, especially. I can feel your fear. Also, at the second part of the short program, you became emotionless." Eigar paused, taking in my reaction. I wasn't sure what feedback I should have given, but he smiled lightly. "On Love: Eros. That was your song. Tell me, Katsuki-kun, were you thinking of anyone during the performance?"

My mouth opened, a defensive reaction by a question threatening my pride. No words came out. There was no one. There was nothing coming up. I danced just like how I was expected to. A hot steaming bowl of Katsudon appeared in my mind suddenly, and I opened my mouth again to speak.

"Don't," Eigar-san's hand rose up to my cover my mouth. "If you force yourself to come up with something and ended up saying it, that'll become the truth. Don't say anything you don't really mean, Katsuki-kun, or it'll be the end of your career."

"But I…"

Eigar-san rose up from his seat and walked toward the door. Before he stepped out, he said, "Katsuki-kun, I liked you. Really. It wasn't a lie when I said you're my favorite contestant. However, you need to fix your performance. You were placed in the bottom because every other contestant performed so well this time. You failed at the quadruple salchow and the last triple was bad. Maybe you've been taking more than you can chew, Katsuki-kun."

He left without waiting for my response. I listened to the soft click of the door and the footsteps that slowly faded away. I was left to melt as the acid burn my soul.

I laid down, covering my eyes with my arms. Hotness trailed down, wetting the pillow sheet.

It was already night when I woke up again. The arena was silent and no one except the doctor and I were left in the infirmary. I climbed down the bed and walked to the other man.

"Doctor. I never thanked you earlier," I prompted. The doctor looked up from the chart he was reading and smiled. "So, thank you."

"You're much welcome, Katsuki Yuuri-san. It was an honor." I tilted my head in confusion. The man laughed in response. "I admired you the most, amongst other. You've great skills and seeing you dance, it was as if the world is all about you and music."

"I got the last place, if you remember." It came out a bit snide, but the man didn't take offense. He certainly noticed my puffy eyes. He said nothing, and I didn't care.

Instead of remarking my statement, he nodded, as if he knew something I didn't. "You did. Despite everything, I still liked your performance. Once you've found that certain something that will complete you as a human, and as a figure skater, you'll rise to the top. I can guarantee it."

"Certain…something…?" Eigar-san said something about it. But… "Do you know the answer to that? What is this certain something?"

The doctor gave a secretive smile and hushed me out. "Take care of yourself, Katsuki-san." He paused, frowning a bit. He seemed to debate over something in his head, so I waited. It took a minute too long before he finally yielded and said, "We're human, Katsuki-san."

And then the door was slammed shut on my face.

There was a long stretch of silence as I stood there, unable to just move. I just stared at the metallic round knob against the brown of the wooden door. Inside of my head was a chaos of thoughts.

We're human, Katsuki-san.

So he was saying he had every right to like or dislike, to tell or not. Didn't he realize how frustrated I was? I inhaled deeply, almost wanting to scream from the top of my lungs. I stopped halfway and just sighed resignedly. This was all that was left of me. Slowly, almost ghastly, I walked toward the locker where I left my clothes and skate shoes.

It was already very late in the night for there was no one left in it. I didn't check the clock. I went straight to my locker. At the small door, I glare at the blue metallic door, hoping it'd grow teeth. It gave me a silent treatment. Of course. What'd I expect?

Fishing out the key, I inserted it into the keyhole and punched in the combination number with force. It still gave a soft click, uncaring of my pathetic internal turmoil. Inside was the black skate shoes Yuuko brought for me to congratulate my first time entering the Grand Prix. It used to be so precious and I was always excited to wear it. Tonight, though, I could almost feel the shoes were mocking my fail.

I took it out, thinking. I should stop skating. I wasn't meant for this. I thought I'd found something. Indeed. I found how much I was overestimating myself. And this fail, it was an eye opener.

But…

Just one last time, I told myself. One last dance, and I'm done. I'll quit figure skating. This would be my last performance. For Yuuko. For Nishigori. For my family. For Minako-sensei. For myself. I needed to pull down the curtain.

I put on the shoes with heavy heart, and entered the rink.

Eyes closed, I recalled the song in my head. On Love: Eros. It was a song of love and seduction. Minako-sensei and my coach, Celestino, helped me with the choreograph. This song wasn't meant for me, but I trusted their judgement. They said it would be a good chance to improve myself. I didn't understand what it meant. I still didn't.

The music started, and I moved, smirking as if I was about to seduce a man to eat the most delicious Katsudon in the world. The Katsudon was me. I am seducing people. I am Eros. Eros is me. This was an interpretation I came up with. When I told Celestino, he sighed but told me to go on with it. Minako-sensei frowned and said I'd get it someday. I had failed them.

There was no one watching me, but I could hear the crowd's disappointed sighs. I could perform even better than this. I could show the best Eros of me.

I jumped. I spin. The steps I made was dripping with invitation to taste. Still, nothing changed. The crowds in my head were still showing disappointed gaze.

Reaching the end of the song, I still have one more combination toe loops. Quadruple toe loop first. I landed on my right foot perfectly. And I quickly executed the next loop. It was a triple toe loop; a technique I was very much familiar with. I almost never failed this one. My left feet moved back, a preparation for another jump, but just as I put in more power to my legs, something happened.

The rink was full of mist. I barely able to see what was in front of me. "What in the…"

Then, the world tilted as my toe loop failed. My feet stumbled, I was thrown back. My back landed on the ice and the back of my head hit the wall. I groaned as my head throbbed in massive pain. Then everything went dark. The last thing I remembered before fainting was seeing the ice melted and my body hit by piercing cold as I drowned in the melted ice.

Victor Nikiforov was bored. Seriously, deadly bored. There was nothing exciting happening lately, and with his fifth consecutive winnings in the Grand Prix, he found no challenge in doing what he was doing anymore. It began with a boredom, and Victor was sure as hell it would ended with him hating figure skating.

He loved skating and would not want to hate it, but at this rate…

Victor stopped walking. Dawn barely break, and there was only a fine thread of orange light on the sky, visible from long horizontal glass above the skate rink. Victor was pretty sure he was the first to visit the rink, because the security only opened the lock when he came. So, yeah, it was impossible to find one human lying on the frozen ice in the middle of the rink. Yep. He was hallucinating.

The platinum blond rubbed his eyes several times, yet the figure was still there. With Victor's perfect eyesight, it was impossible to miss the way that person's jet black hair and black t-shirt contrasting against the white of the ice. There really was a human lying on the ice.

On ice…?

"Oh no!" He cried. Victor was thankful he'd already put on his skate shoes because the moment his feet touched the ice, he glided like a swan in the lake.

Slowing down, Victor kneeled down and softly patted the unconscious person. When he was this close, Victor was…amazed. He hadn't seen anyone having hair so black it almost swallowed the color of the ice. The person - now identified as a young male - had long eyelashes that clashed with his fair skin. His lips were trembling and pale, as did his body.

Victor slipped his hand on the back of the man's neck and lifted his head. A weak whimper escaped from those tiny lips. The sound he made alerted Victor of the urgency. The man's body was colder than a corpse, it was a miracle he was still alive.

Not wasting any more time, Victor lifted the man in bridal style. When Victor held him like that, he could feel the man was shaking badly. It was likely the young man was developing the symptoms of hypothermia along with frostbite. He wasn't sure if this man could be saved, but Victor wasn't about to guess.

He skated toward the exit of the rink and shouted for help. At this time, there was only the security who opened up the door for him. As he expected, the man came running. His bald head was glistening with sweat from rushing.

"What happened?!" Victor almost laughed at the comical scene where the bulky bald man took out the baton, falsely assuming a robbery happened. If not for another weak whimper from the young one in his arms.

"Smith, take him for me. I need to change my shoes. Meet me at the front."

Victor dumped the raven carefully to Smith and hastily changed his shoes. He knew Smith well to know his mystery man was taken care of. Wearing his sport shoes had never been so difficult for Victor. In between his worry and concern for the mysterious man, wearing and tying his shoes was a big obstacle.

"Finally!" He huffed in annoyance and ran out to the front door.

As he instructed, Smith was waiting near Victor's car. He even managed to steal a thick blanket and wrapped the poor raven with it. Victor mentally thanked the man. He patted Smith's muscled arm gratefully and unlocked the door to his car.

"Put him in. I'm going to drive him to the hospital."

Smith obeyed, even being extra careful when the raven's head almost hit the roof of Victor's car. "Tell me how he'd got in there later, okay?" He motioned at the skate rink.

Victor gave Smith a small from the driver seat. Looking through the rearview mirror, the other male was paler than ever. His lips were a bit bluish now and his face was ashy. If Victor couldn't get him fast enough to the hospital, the worst could happen. And Victor didn't want to consider about the guilt that would haunt him for a very long time.

The man hastily started the engine, sighing contently when his baby gave a low purr. Usually Victor would wait for the engine to warm up, but this time, it was emergency. He didn't have time to wait, so he hit on the gas and drive like a madman. He was lucky the street was empty this early. Victor barely met other cars and within record time, he arrived at the hospital.

As quickly but still as gently as he could, Victor lifted the unconscious man out from his car. The building towered over them quickly enveloping the two in pristine white walls. The hospital's sliding door gave a low hiss as he passed through. Victor's blue eyes scanned around frantically. He needed someone…some…

"A Nurse! Wait!" He cried when a nurse came out from behind the reception desk. "This man here needs an immediate help!"

A brunette nurse was surprised at the sudden shout, but seeing the black-haired man's violent shivering, she gasped. "Marta! Quickly prepare a bed! Call the doctor!"

Another nurse with red hair appeared from one of the room. Seeing the bundle in Victor's arms, she hastily ran to the doctor's room. Victor followed the first nurse until he could put the raven down on the bed. And then the brunette nurse just shooed him off.

Now left alone waiting outside of the emergency room, Victor's head finally caught up.

"Just…what in the world…"

There was a bad pain on the back of his head. It made his eyes throbbed in pain too. Yuuri groaned, feeling his body going rigid and unresponsive. What happened? His brain made the statement, but Yuuri knew he needed to wake up first before knowing the answer.

Eyes fluttering open, Yuuri groaned more loudly at the invading light from the ceiling. Unfamiliar, his brain registered. He blinked again, adjusting his eyes to the shine.

"Uhh…"

"Ah, you're awake! Thank goodness!"

Yuuri's head turned the slightest at the voice he didn't recognize. Beside his bed was a platinum blond with eyes so blue, it reminded Yuuri of Hasetsu's clearest sky. This man was really…attractive, he noted weakly.

"Where…am I?" Yuuri's voice croaked. Speaking was hurting his parched throat.

The stranger pressed a button on the side of his bed. Afterwards, he reached to the small table and offered a glass of water to the sick man. Yuuri gratefully accepted the offer for help. The man's finger brushed Yuuri's hair from the side of his neck, sending a warm jolt to the younger male. His large and warm palm felt nice on the back of Yuuri's neck. Thankfully, the glass he put by Yuuri's lips distracted the raven. Water was more important at this moment.

"You're in the hospital near the rink," the man replied unfocusedly.

Yuuri relished on the coldness of the liquid running down his throat. "Hospital…?" He asked weakly.

Instead of answering, the man kept looking back towards the door. "Are you expecting someone? If so, you can go. I can call someone to take care of me. Thank you…for your help." Yuuri told him after he put down the glass on the table. Yuuri might not have so many friends here, but he could call Celestino and…

At the raven's statement, the man was genuinely surprised. Also, this might just Yuuri's pain-addled brain hallucinations, but the handsome stranger looked disappointed…and…hurt. Yeah, right. As if.

The blond shook his head and helped Yuuri to lie down again. "I'm expecting the nurse."

"Oh." Yuuri's cheek burn and it had nothing to do with the weather. "Right. Okay."

Instead of being offended, the platinum blond grinned. "What, you think I'd left you just like that? I won't do that."

But Yuuri was just a stranger to him…

"Why?" The raven asked. He couldn't understand how he'd want to take care of Yuuri, if that was what the blond was hinting at. "We're strangers."

To respond Yuuri's inquiry, the older man took the raven's right hand. Yuuri was confused, unable to pull back, half because he still felt really weak. Another half…it simply felt nice to have someone touched him like this. Yuuri had been plunging himself into training, he barely remembered when was the last time someone initiated contact with him outside of the skating matters.

"I'm Victor. Victor Nikiforov. What's your name?" The blond spiritedly shook Yuuri's hand.

Victor's cheerfulness was contagious. His smile lifted Yuuri's lips to form a similar but tired grin. "Katsuki Yuuri."

"Now we're not strangers anymore, so I have every right to be here for you."

Yuuri blinked. "Oh. I-I guess?"

The younger male didn't pull away when Victor purposely caressed his thumb. It was a very strange but pleasant feeling, like warm liquid running through his vein, heating his body.

"Um… ?"

"Call me Victor. What is it, Yuuri?"

Okay. This was the first time Yuuri heard someone used his name so erotically. This guy was definitely a brilliant Casanova.

"Um. Yeah. Victor… You…can let go of my hand now…" Yuuri stuttered. He wasn't complaining. No. He knew he wanted the contact, but anymore of this and he'd have problem. He was about to panic, unable to make an excuse, before the best excuse came with a pad. "The nurse is coming." He said hastily.

Victor turned back and finally released his hand. The blond politely greeted the nurse, nodding and speaking with hushed tones. The nurse nodded back and smiled.

Victor moved to the other side of Yuuri's bed while the nurse take up Victor's earlier space. She pulled the IV bag to check the content then jotted down some numbers. Turning to face the patient, the nurse asked several questions regarding the raven's physical condition. It began with some very basic question like how he felt. Did he feel cold, and such? Later on, it became more specific, but mostly if Yuuri found it hard to breath or move any part of his limbs.

According to the nurse, Yuuri almost had hypothermia and a moderately severe frostbite. How he'd gotten frostbite, Yuuri was clueless. No, wait…

Yuuri waited for the nurse to finish the inquiries and left him alone with Victor. The moment the door was shut, Yuuri turned to face Victor. His eyes were serious and that prompted Victor to straighten up. It was a good thing Yuuri was placed in a private room.

"Victor, I need to ask you some questions."

"Sure. I have some too, but go on."

Information trade? Guess it wouldn't hurt to do that as long as he wasn't put in disadvantage. It was strange, still. Though figure skating wasn't exactly famous, but in the last season of figure skating grand prix was held here, in London. Being one of the top skater from Japan, Yuuri was a little bit famous. If his memory served right, he fainted at the rink. Assuming he was taken to the hospital nearby, there would be some people bound to recognize him. None of the people he met shown any sort of recognition after seeing him.

So, first thing's first…

"Are you the one who find me?"

"Uh-huh! You were fainting on the rink."

Yuuri nodded. That matched his memory. He remembered the ice melted and he was drowning in the ice…was it always that deep? Normal ice rink should only have about one inch thick…

"Did you see any water, any puddle?"

Victor closed his eyes, recalling the memory. "Nope." He replied with confidence. "I'm very sure. I skated to the center to reach you and there wasn't any around."

Was he imagining things? Also…that wasn't right. Yuuri hit his head on the wall. That meant, he was far from the center. But Victor said he skated to the center of the rink. Seeing as he almost fell victim to the hypothermia and frostbite, it was safe to assume he'd been there for quite sometimes. He wasn't wearing the thickest clothes for training after all.

"Where is this place?"

Victor looked confused for a moment. "Uh…the Detroit Royal Hospital? It was nearby the rink where you fainted."

Detroit? America? What in the world…? He was supposed to be in London!

"No no no. Wait," Yuuri tried to move his body again. Pain hit him and the raven hissed. Murmuring a soft thanks to Victor for helping him sit, Yuuri inhaled deeply to calm himself. "…you said you were at the rink when you found me," Victor nodded in acknowledgement. "So you're a skater?"

Victor nodded again, and grinned proudly. "Yep! A few days ago, I won the Grand Prix!"

What? No way! Okay this was definitely weird! It was true that the grand prix had ended, but Yuuri had never heard of one Victor Nikiforov…or anyone with that name winning any figure skating competition. It should be Christophe Giacometti, not Victor.

"Okay, this is creepy. Victor, what's the date?"

The blond looked very confused, but he still answered the question. "December 15th, 201X."

"How long have I been out?"

"About three days from when I found you."

The grand prix Yuuri remembered ended on December 10th. It was the day he decided to drop his career as a figure skater. Adding three days to it, today should be December 13th, not 15th. Was it possible that he had fainted for two days without no one knowing? No, it wasn't right.

"Have you ever seen me in that rink before?"

Victor was even more confused. He'd be so freaked out with Yuuri's barrage of bizarre questions by now. "No. I was there every day so I'm pretty sure I've at least known most of the regulars."

Yuuri had seen this kind of development in some…fantasy manga. But…was it even possible to happen at all? Fear grew, gnawing at his mind.

Slowly, he licked his lips and asked, "…do you recognize the name Christophe Giacometti?"

"Um…no. Am I supposed to know him?"

Yuuri sighed. This confirmed it. It wasn't so hard to put one and one together. He wished it was so much harder, and a deeper mystery. Knowing it didn't help at this point. Or maybe it would, seeing Yuuri was determined to stop skating. Maybe it was some deity's funny way to support his decision. He should feel more afraid too. More confused. But Yuuri was calm. A bit too level-headed, even.

"Yuuri?"

The said raven looked up, meeting Victor's blue eyes. It held concern for his well-being. Such a strange man. Why would he show so much care to someone he barely knew?

"Do you know any place I can rent?"

"What?" The man was taken aback at the seemingly random question. "Why?"

Should he tell Victor? Hm. Nah. Victor wouldn't believe him. Heck, Yuuri himself couldn't believe it. Besides, it wasn't final yet. He'd have visit Hasetsu to be sure. For now, it was safe to assume no one knew him here.

"I…I'll need a place to stay when I'm released, right? I also need to find a job to pay for the hospital fees…"

Would anyone hire someone without identity like him? Thinking about future finally made him restless. This made him realize he had nothing else worth noting. If he let go of skating, where else could he turn to? He was alone in this strange place.

Having Victor here was so much comfort to Yuuri, though. Victor seemed like a good guy who'd help him find some jobs…and a place to live. Oh, geez. The future never looked so bleak.

Yuuri didn't notice the sudden silence that dawned in the room. He was busy thinking about his next step; about how he would survive this place without identity and anyone else to depend on. This was a matter of life and death to Yuuri. He didn't realize Victor was analyzing his countenance and was planning the future for both of them.

"Yuuri," Victor called, pulling closer to the raven. With one long finger, he brushed along Yuuri's collarbone to his chin. And with a slight push, he tilted Yuuri's head up, meeting his eyes. Their faces were inches apart. "Live with me."

There was a pregnant pause.

"W-W-W-WHAT?!"

"Live with me." He said again, pulling their faces closer until Yuuri could feel Victor's breath caressing his lips. Yuuri fought back the blush that was definitely forming. He could see it because of Victor's amused smirk.

"W-why…?"

Yuuri inched back, but Victor finger trailed down, lightly tracing the shape of his neck until it landed on the back. He kept Yuuri from retreating further and leaned down until his lips touched Yuuri's ear.

"Just because. Live with me?"

This Victor was one hell of a seducer. Yuuri couldn't stop his body from shivering. And with him being so close, whispering sweetness into his ears, Yuuri melted on the spot. Mesmerized and hypnotized, Yuuri nodded like a puppet.

"O-okay…"

Victuuri LOVE~ Damn it, they're so cute together! R&R is much appreciated! More reviews mean everything to authors. So, please tell me if I should continue the story or not?

Edit: I just realized that ffnet deleted all my page separators lol. Added now xD