Thank you for you patience everyone!

Once again my apologies!

On another note, I am quite liking England! It is actually one of the places I've always wanted to visit as those from my fathers side are from England. My mothers side is from various places in Asia, mainly Vietnam and China.

Next time i want to go to Korea though haha.

Hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Just some storyline plots and the OC.

Chapter 6

IT WAS ONLY the morning after the competition and the first day where Victor was officially her coach, and already she was off at a rocky start. If Yurio knew, he would definitely be frustrated.

"Sorry I overslept! U-um…" Yumei puffed out in a panic as she finally reached the Ice Castle after a vigorously running as fast as she could. Feeling very sorry, she went to jump land into a dogeza position though Victor looked unfazed.

"Good morning Yuri!" Victor turned and greeted her with a flamboyant wave. "Only Aeroflot has kept me waiting as long as you have." She couldn't tell if he was being passive aggressive or if he was fine.

Oh? Who is this 'Aeroflot' you have on your mind? Who is she?

Yumei was curious at this woman for being in Victor's mind, unaware that Aeroflot was an airplane line.

"Oh! Japanese dogeza!" He applauded her. "Anyway, resting is a part of work too."

They started skating together in sync, across the ice. To others having a coach like Victor, or having Victor as a coach would seem surreal. However, she didn't feel that way at all.

While she was not as accomplished as him in ice-skating she still viewed him as an equal. He may be her coach, but he was also a friend. More than a friend.

To her, he was an unreplaceable companion or partner that she could just enjoy being with.

But how did he feel towards her?

To him, was she just a job? He did say she could pay for his coaching fees later.

She wasn't a woman in his eyes, but a man.

With her thoughts going in a hurtful direction, she suddenly felt herself falling onto the ice, and reflexively placed two hands down in front.

"Yuri, you tend to flub your jumps when something is on your mind.

"Yeah…"

Later that night they entered into the mixed, private hot spring. She kept on the bathrobe along with her bandages and convinced Victor to wear the towel into the hot spring.

This was bound to happen eventually and she had already exhausted her supply of excuses when Yurio and Victor took baths together. After realising she was a girl, Yurio decided to keep silent for whatever reason and later, had even helped her out of some situations with Victor.

"Yuri maybe we should nix having three quads in your free program." Victor said as he stretched his body behind her.

"But…If I want to win the Grand Prix Final, I need those." She protested, staring firmly ahead.

"Why? Even if it's only one quad, just get a perfect score on the program components."

"Well my weakness is in the technical score, and my strength lies in performance. At any rate, this isn't good enough. I need to change." She bowed her head down in thought, avoiding Victor as he stood in front of her now.

"Yuri, do you know why I became your coach?" He asked, grabbing hold of both her hands with his which forced her to look up. She couldn't help but notice how his hands were so much larger than hers, and how they engulfed her own. Her face flushed at the contact.

"I was drawn to you because of the music… The way you skate like your body is creating music. I want to create a high-difficulty program to maximize that. Only I can do that. That's the gut feeling I had." He suddenly pulled her up, though overestimated her weight and instead she fell into him.

"And the short program validated it!" Without missing a beat, he grabbed her leg to help her stretch. "Perhaps you should produce your next free program."

"Huh? Yuri's Coa- I mean my coach has always chosen my music-"

Damn, that was too close.

Victor didn't seem to care, or perhaps he didn't notice the slip as he was so focused on her body.

"Isn't it more fun to do it yourself?" He asked, pulling her leg higher. Panic overtook her this time, as the bottom of the bathrobe started to ride up, revealing more of her slender legs. Thinking quickly, she made an excuse to jerk her leg down.

"Ahhh that hurts!" It was a lie, as she was quite flexible. His grip was unfaltering however, and her leg didn't even budge from the position he forced it into.

"Who was your previous coach again?"

"It was- What are you doing!?"

"The clothes are in the way, you will stretch better if you take them off." He then proceeded to undress her as she tried to push his hands away to no avail.

"Yuri, stop squirming. There's no need to be shy." He reasoned with her. "We're both men."

"Stop!" Her voice rose in pitch, as he continued to be relentless in his onslaught. Knowing how much stronger he was compared to her, she knew she couldn't stop him unless he wanted to.

Her heart beat faster in fear. She was afraid to be discovered. If he knew who she truly was, that she had been lying all this time, would he leave her side?

If that was so, she was content to stay as a man as long as it meant they could stay together.

This time, her heart clenched in pain.

"Victor, please!" She begged, as small tears began to form in the corner of her eyes.

"Yuri…" He finally paused as he took in her dishevelled state and wounded look. "I'm sorry Yuri. I don't understand why, but if you feel uncomfortable then I promise I won't do this again."

"It's not that, it's just-" Her voice got caught in her throat, so instead she threw her arms around his waist and sobbed into his chest. She couldn't say it, and there was no way she ever could. Not without losing what they had. If he knew, it would change everything.

You don't need to make such promises. Just stay like this… Just don't go to a place, where I can't follow.

He silently cradled her in his lap as her tears continued to fall. He didn't need to say anything. His solid and reassuring presence was all she needed.

It was then that Yumei finally felt the severity of her lie come crashing down.

After her little episode Victor didn't make any comments, understanding that the type of person Yumei was, she would tell him when she was ready.

They sat together in the locker room as Yumei made the call to her coach. In a way, she felt relieved that one problem was out of the way. There was now less of a chance for him to discover her gender.

But it also meant there was an even slimmer chance for her to be with him as Yumei.

"Yuri! Ciao ciao!" Her brother's previous coach greeted. She knew that she had to be very careful as he was one of the people who would notice something odd. They may be twins, but it wasn't like they were exact replicas of one another.

"I haven't seen you since the Grand Prix Final!"

"Oh, it's been a while." She agreed.

"I hear Victor's you coach now?" Thinking of how Yuri would respond, she tried her best to emulate him. Many of his responses would be similar to hers, though the tone or body language would be different.

"Uh, Sorry."

"Why are you apologising?" Trying to think of an excuse, she was saved by Victor's timely greeting.

"Ciao, ciao, Celestino! I'm his coach Victor!"

"You're playing at being a coach in Japan? Cut it out already."

"Hey, why didn't you let Yuri choose his program music?" Victor asked, ignoring Celestino's question.

"Huh, I usually select music for my skaters, but I also let them choose if they want."

"Yuri only brought me a piece once." He called. Yumei also remembered that. It was the piece she had written for him. "I believe it was composed by his… by his late twin sister."

Victor shot her a worried look, but she didn't seem as upset as he thought she would be at hearing about the deceased twin.

"It wasn't bad… but… it just expressed Yuri's whole career as a skater, so it lacked some things. Maybe it captured it too well… Yuri never had confidence in himself, and he didn't have confidence to skate to the expectations Yumei placed into her music. I told him time and again to trust himself more, but…"

"Okay, thanks."

"Um, Celestino I'm going to redeem myself at the next Grand Prix Final." Yumei added in. She knew that Yuri would have wanted to make his previous coach proud.

"That's what I wanted to hear you say at last year's Grand Prix Final."

Hanging up, Victor pressed close to her.

"Hey, Yuri. Could I hear this music he mentioned?"

"Uh…"

"Why didn't you tell me? I'm your coach aren't I?"

"Right, sorry."

She quickly tried to change the subject, as well as get out of the too-close position.

"While we're on the phone, what's Yurio's number?"

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Later that night Yumei made a call to Yurio hoping he would pick up. When he did, she called out his name in excitement before he could say anything.

"Yurio! You left without saying goodbye. How could you?"

"HA!? Yumei! How did you get my number?!" Yurio exclaimed.

"I asked Victor of course!" She giggled, making him blush.

"That guy…" He wasn't angry or annoyed. In fact, he felt a little pleased that she still thought of him, let alone contact him.

"Anyway, I wanted to see how you were doing. Right now, I'm producing my own free program." She chattered happily. "Did you choose your free program? I look forward to seeing it!"

"Hmph of course I have one." He replied as he continued stretching back his leg.

"Besides, I'm not going to lose to Victor..." Muttering, he let his sentence trail off.

"Sorry, what was that? The phone line isn't very stable."

Why did I even say that!?

Embarrassed he growled at her this time.

"I said, I'm not going to lose Victor!"

"Of course you aren't! Neither am I. Look Yurio, I'm generous so I don't usually mind sharing… But Victor is the one person I will never give up on."

"Whatever-"

"Oh? Yuri did you go to Japan to find a girlfriend?"

A woman's voice carried through, and before she could ask anything the line went dead.

Understanding that it may have been an accident, Yumei decided to use the rest of the night to think of the piece she had previously composed for Yuri.

It was true that she created the piece for Yuri as an expression of his career. It was unassuming and weak. She had planned to slowly allow each piece of music she composed to blossom as he also blossomed.

However, that was no longer possible.

She knew Victor choreographed his own programs and had new music written to create stories. Now that things were different, she had to tweak the song a little to suit the situation.

Yumei considered contacting Phitchit, a close friend of hers' and Yuri's to ask for some suggestions in the music, but before she could another idea formed in her mind.

She ended up spending a few days training with Victor and keeping up with his insistent suggestions, as well as secretly rewriting her composition.

It was on one of these days when what she had been fearing unexpectedly, came to pass.

"You still haven't chosen the music? Why can't you trust your own decisions?"

Yumei stood on the side of the rink, stretching and doing warm-ups with Victor lecturing her.

"Just try to remember something like when a girlfriend loved you."

"T-That's…" She trailed off, a dark look in her eyes before leaving the side to skate with the others in the rink. Today was quite busy, and they were unable to get the place to themselves.

"Oi, Yuri!" He called out, before hurrying to join her.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but whenever he asked her a question like this she didn't know how to answer.

And it made her heart hurt.

Lost in thought she noticed too late the man skating towards as she spun around in a step sequence.

Too late to avoid the collision.

The only thing she had time to do was brace herself, and hold out her hands as some meagre protection.

The man's eyes widened, also realising his blunder.

They collided, the impact pushing all the air from her lungs, and a sharp pain immediately followed. The man had also held out his arms in front of them to lessen the impact, and they spun around each other, moving with the momentum. She fell onto the cold, hard ice as the man stumbled before catching himself.

"Yuri!"

She tried to get up but fell back onto her knees.

She felt dizzy and sick, the world spinning around her making her all the more disorientated.

"I'm so sorry!" The man apologised, though Victor paid him no mine as he supported her weight and helped her out of the rink. She however, did give the man a small nod in acknowledgement. He seemed to be fine, if not a little shaken.

"Sorry, it was my fault too." She managed to whisper out.

Yumei barely noticed anything after that, and before she knew it she was inside the infirmary as Victor checked her state.

"Should I call the hospital? Yuri, how do you feel?" He was scared for her, so she placed her hand on his arm, though she didn't answer and instead lay down. Her chest hurt, and she took short gasps of air. Her clothes nor bindings didn't help her to breathe any easier.

"Sorry Yuri. I'm going to have to break my promise."

Momentarily, she didn't understand what he meant, too focused on the sick feeling in her stomach. She vaguely registered the sound of a zip being pulled and clothes being ruffled.

This time, dread pooled in her stomach. She tried to swat his hands away as he continued to undress her, but it was futile.

Her heart beat faster.

"Victor, please! I'm fine!"

She really was. The dizziness was reducing, and at worst she would have an ugly bruise. The impact had lessened since she had held her arms out and moved with the momentum, rather than against it. She was probably just shocked.

Victor, however ignored her before suddenly stopping. She closed her eyes, knowing exactly what caused him to stop.

"Y-yuri… You're not a man!?" She hated the way he sounded, as though she had betrayed him.

"What's with that reaction? At least say 'you're a woman'!" she joked weakly.

He didn't say anything, and the silence was more suffocating that her chest bindings. He continued to tend to her, without saying anything else before finally breaking the silence.

"I think you'll be fine."

His look was dark and his eyes never met hers, as he turned around to walk out but she caught the back of his shirt.

"Victor, wait!"

She held on tightly, desperately wanting to keep him there to explain everything. She couldn't lose him.

Not now.

"Sorry. I need time to think."

His voice was detached, and gave no hint to how he was feeling. He then removed her arm and swiftly left, all the while without sparing a glance.

He couldn't even bring himself to look at me.

Her head fell back onto the soft pillows, and she let the tears fall.

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"Yuri, I don't think i will continue like this." Victor said, staring into the distance.

Yumei had nothing to say to him. What could be said in this situation? She understood that she was at fault for lying, and yet she had nothing to say.

"Pfft your brother must be a puny man if he needs another man to protect him." Michele roared with laughter.

"W-what did you say!?" Yumei spluttered in response.

If this is what you think now... I hope you never find out I'm a girl protecting a guy. Sorry Yuri, I think i just ruined your reputation.

"Oh, you heard me."

"Well, you must-" She was unable to finish her train of thought when she was unceremoniously attacked.

"GAAH." A panicked Victor had covered her mouth with his hand, pulling her back by the waist to hug her from behind.

"You even show men such affection." Michele added fuel to the fire

Yumei gave Victor a 'We'll talk about this later. In private' glare, making him sweat-drop.

"Phichit!" She cried out, seeing a welcome familiar face.

"Huh!? Yu...ri?" He said in response. His tone sounded confused and doubtful.

"Who else?" Smiling, she still sounded strained.

"I see..."

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Thanks for reading! Reviews/criticism is welcomed.

I gave you more sneak peaks into the upcoming chapters so you will know what to expect, as I may not be able to post frequently. So instead, I will post all the chapters i have written at once once i have access to the internet again!