Shall We Date? Let's Skate!

Summary: "Shall We Date? Let's Skate!" was the hottest dating sim game on the market . . . and it was also the video game one Yuuri Katsuki suddenly wakes up in. Now, Yuuri has to battle floating screens, pesky Quests, and . . . wait, what do you mean he's now the main character?! Featuring poor, poor Gamer!Yuuri.

Disclaimer: Nope, do not own, pfft. I wish.

Chapter III: Complications!

On the bright side, he didn't need a translator because the other Yuri knew English. On the other hand . . .

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Yuuri resisted the urge to sweat as he fiddled nervously with his menu. Across from him, Yuri Pliestsky, the boy he had saved from his fans, sat sneering into his own laminated papers as they waited for someone to take their orders.

. . . Just how did Yuuri find himself in a situation like this again!? Oh, wait, yeah . . . because of his own fat mouth. Yuuri had stumbled nervously to the front desk of the diner, and instead of asking for one seat he had blurted out how he needed a table for two. And for some reason, the other boy decided not to go away! Which, what? Yuri Number 2 probably didn't even know Yuuri's name!

"Um," Yuuri started off slowly, uncomfortable with the tense silence. Just what could he talk about? Think, Yuuri, think; channel his dear inner Phichit! ". . . What meal would you recommend me? I don't really know what any of these dishes are . . ."

"Tch, why are you asking me that?" Yuri snorted, green eyes glinting before he looked away. ". . . Try the Khinkali."

Yuuri beamed at the slight social interaction success and happily told their waiter whatever Yuri had said. See, he wasn't too terrible at this! He could totally pass his real life dating sim game!

"So," Yuuri smiled shyly when the waiter left with their orders. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Yuuri Katsuki―"

-5 REP with Yuri Plisetsky!

. . . Oh, who was Yuuri kidding? Pass the game? Pfft, like that would happen! After all, Yuuri had never gotten to the end of a single one of his dating sim games yet!

"What?!" Yuri snarled, looking, for the lack of better words, completelt pissed. Just what horrible things did Yuuri say to set the boy off? Yuuri had only introduced himself―! "My name is Yuri too! There shouldn't be two Yuris in the Junior skating division!"

. . . Okay, Yuuri did not expect that.

"Uh," he blinked, feeling mystified. "How did you know I was a skater?"

The other Yuri blinked as well before jabbing an angry finger at Yuuri's chest. "Duh, you're wearing the JSF's jacket!"

". . . Oh," Yuuri started, staring at his black jacket blankly. He had really never noticed. No wonder there were so many people pointing at him during his impromptu shopping trip. "But, um, that still makes your point moot. I'm competing in the Senior division."

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". . ."

"Are you lying to me?" Russian (?) Yuri snarled, looking just a bit bewildered as how Yuuri felt. Yuuri, though . . . he didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.

"I'm twenty-three," he answered dryly, in lieu of a hysterical break-down.

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". . ."

Oh man, silence, welcome once again. Thankfully, their waiter came over and broke up their awkward silence with their dinners. Yuuri made a mental note to tip him generously later.

". . . Hmph," Yuri snorted again as he dug into his food. "I never saw you in a competition with Viktor before."

Viktor . . . ? Yuuri blinked, trying to match the name to the whirlpool of faces in his mind. Unfortunately, he failed.

"Um," Yuuri started slowly, feeling as if he was being out of character once more. Well, it wasn't his fault there wasn't a tutorial for the game! "Who's Viktor?"

". . ." The spoon that had been heading towards Yuri's mouth fell into his bowl messily as the other boy gaped at him. "Are you shitting with me right now? What kind of skater doesn't know who Viktor is?"

Yuuri blinked again, before, oh! Was this Viktor the one plastered all over on his walls? "Is he the guy with the weird silver hair?"

". . ." Yuri blinked again in shock, before bursting into chuckles. "You're actually serious! You don't know who Viktor is!"

+15 REP with Yuri Plisetsky!

". . ." Wow. Okay, Yuuri was so, so lost.

【Episode 1】What a Piroshki! The Grand-Prix Final of Tears

Progress: 24%

Yuuri went back to his room that day with a much lighter wallet (he had wordlessly paid the bill for the other Yuri) and an intense desire to know the hotel wi-fi password. Thankfully, Celestino had already foresaw his protégé's sudden need for the internet and it didn't take long before Yuuri was in and ready to go.

And of course, the first thing Yuuri searched up was . . .

Your Search History

Viktor Skater

Viktor Nikiforov Wiki

Viktor Nikiforov 20XX programs

ajhas;AKDAFkj

how to get over sudden stage fright

It was time.

Yuuri skated leisurely on the rink. He and his other competitors had around six minutes to warm up (though it had probably diminished to five now) and Yuuri had squirreled himself away to the upper left corner of the rink. Humming softly, Yuuri visualized the Skills menu in his mind and mentally picked a Quad Salchow. Phichit said he apparently had trouble with it.

And whoo! There he went!

Yuuri 'practiced' a few more of his jumps before he was called back. Nervously, he took the offered water bottle before taking a few small sips. Though to be honest, he didn't know why he felt the fluttering butterflies in his stomach. Unlike the other competitors, the game would make sure he could perform the moves as long as he thought about them.

It kind of made Yuuri feel guilty, but, well. Maybe it was because he was suddenly knee-deep in the plot, but he sometimes had to remind himself that he wasn't a figure skater. Perhaps that was why he felt so uneasy?

Pfft, yeah, no. Yuuri knew the real reason, and that reason was already winking at his adoring audience. Ugh, he shouldn't have searched up who the silver-haired man posted all over his walls was. Curiosity really killed the cat.

Main Quest Alert!

【Episode 1】PART ONE

Go out and perform your short program to the best of your abilities!

Completion Awarded: +300 EXP

Completion Failure: NONE

[Yes/No]

"And first up we have Yuuri Katsuki, from Japan! For his short program, he will be skating to . . ."

Yuuri took a deep breath before giving his coach a nod and skating into the center of the rink. And then the music started.

A step sequence there, a sit spin here, a triple flip there . . . It was probably the game's influence, but Yuuri could already skate a good chunk of his program without thinking about his Skills menu. Though he obviously didn't, especially when it probably wouldn't be as perfect.

"And there we have it folks! Yuuri Katsuki just skated a perfect short program!"

Breathing harshly, Yuuri smiled at the roaring audience before skating toward the, uh, Kiss and Cry. Immediately, his coach gave him a bright smile and a cheerful hug, and Yuuri was ushered over to take a seat.

Main Quest Progress: 1%

【Episode 1】PART ONE COMPLETED!

It was a great program, be proud!

Completion Awarded: +300 EXP

Yuuri's mark came up and Celestino beamed. Honestly, he wasn't too sure if it was a good mark or not, but at least his coach was very happy. Walking out of the Kiss and Cry, Yuuri sighed softly.

How was he supposed to win this dating sim game? Was he supposed to win the skating competitions? Was that how Yuuri was going to make someone fall in love with him?

Well, probably, right? After all, who would fall in love with a loser?

Yuuri inhaled slowly. Right. As long as he won (which wouldn't be too hard since perfect programs were easy with the game), he would be one step closer to going back to the real world.

All he had to do was win . . .

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Ring . . . Ring . . .

Click.

"Yuuri?"

Yuuri stared at the wall and teared up a bit. Whoa, his sister Mari was in this world too? It was a huge surprise to hear her voice, especially since in the real world his older sister had long passed away . . .

"M-Mari-oneesan? Hi," Yuuri started, resisting any urges to break into sobs. "Ah, why are you calling?"

". . ." There was a long pause, and for a moment Yuuri thought his sister had hanged up. No, don't hang up yet . . . !

"Mari?"

"I-I'm sorry Yuuri. I'm so sorry," a shaking, strained voice said. Yuuri's heart leapt into his throat. The last time he had heard that tone, it was his mother who had pulled him into a hug and told him that his sister was gone. Did something happen to his parents? Or his friends back home? Or his―

"Vicchan is dead."

". . ."

Warning!

You have been afflicted with:

LV 8 MISERY.

Skills Quadruple Salchow, Quadruple Toe-Loop, Triple Flip have been LOCKED!

Continue . . . ?

[Yes/No]

AN: Am now back in school starting tomorrow ORZ. Thank you to all the lovely people who reviewed, favourited, and followed this story! You guys are too awesome!

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