Memories of an Assassin

9foxgrl

Rivalry Time!

Viktor was sulking, that was the only way he could have described it. He had finally met Yuuri again, buck naked might he add, with the offer of becoming his coach and the man waved him off! And then we he had managed to compose himself and get out of the baths Yuuri was nowhere to be found!

'Maybe I came on too strong and scared him off.' Viktor grumbled and he laid his head down on the dining table. Around him he could hear the older group watching a soccer match and eagerly shouting for Yokohana to score. 'But he didn't act skittish at Worlds...then again he was mad at me...'

"Vicchan?"

Viktor wearily raised his head to see Yuuri's lovely mother Hiroko standing before him holding a tray of food that smelled heavenly.

"Yuuri had to go shovel the sidewalks but he'll back in soon." Hiroko explained as she served him. "I believe your poodle followed him as well so just relax in here and eat up, you're far too skinny!"

"Ah! Thank you." Viktor replied with a faint blush as Hiroko skipped away. 'Well, at least Makkachin is making a good first impression.'

"Good evening, may I join you?" a young man with blue hair asked as Viktor started to enjoy his meal. Viktor saw the man cautiously peek behind him were the other tables were now full of rowdy older man yelling at the television.

"Please go ahead." Viktor replied as the man took the cushion across the table.

"Thank you." The young man sighed as the shouting was suddenly muted a loud cheer. "I'm Nagisa Shiota; I teach at the high school across the bridge."

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Vikitor Nikiforov."

The two ate in silence for a few minutes before Nagisa spoke up again.

"Are you vacationing in Hasestu?"

"No I'm actually here to coach a skater, that's if he agrees to it." Viktor replied glumly.

Nagisa nodded and took a few more bites of his fish platter. Suddenly he paused and looked at Viktor critically. "You look familiar...did you go to Kunugigoka Junior High as an exchange student?"

"No." Viktor replied, slightly shocked at meeting someone who didn't know who he was for once.

Nagisa tilted his head. "Anywhere in the Tokyo prefecture?"

"No." Viktor replied again in confusion. "I've only been in Japan before for figure skating competitions like the NHK or Worlds a few months ago."

Nagisa nearly choked on a piece of vegetable as Viktor's name suddenly hit him like faster than one of Sugino's fast balls. "You're that Viktor? The one Yuuri practically worshipped in junior high?"

"Eh? Really!" Viktor's face brightened up. 'So he does like me?!'

"Don't tell him I said that." Nagisa replied stiffly.

The two exchanged some idle banter over their meal and a bottle of sake, mainly Viktor wanting to know more about Yuuri's likes and dislikes and how not to accidentally set off the younger skater again.

"Is it okay for me to be straight forward with him?"

"Yes, it might actually work in your favor since he's not trusting of new people." Nagisa replied. "But for the love of Kami don't push it."

"What about hugs?"

"Don't jump on him from behind, you might get sent air borne." Nagisa replied

Soon both men had dozed off at the table, but were was awakened by a woman shouting for Yuuri. While Nagisa bolted up right away but Viktor, pulling on years of dealing with reporters and Yakov, feigned exhaustion and rolled over to hug and Makachin who had rejoined him while Yuuri and a woman sat down next to Nagisa.

"Nagisa what did you do to Viktor?" Yuuri asked sternly.

"Nothing, we were just chatting." Nagisa replied with a yawn as Yuuri offered him a cup of green tea.

"Is that supposed to be a good or a bad thing?"

"I at least warned him not to run at you from behind." Nagisa offered helpfully before smiling at him. "He's here to coach you huh?"

"So he claims. I can't imagine why though." Yuuri sighed.

"It's all over the Russian news." Minako commented. "They say Viktor saw that video of you performing his free skate and was inspired. He came because of you Yuuri."

"Because of me?" Yuuri lowly replied, trying to fight back the blush on his face. Viktor peeked at Yuuri cautiously and felt his heart jumping. He wanted to jump up and hug Yuuri but felt a foot nudge his and looked up to see Nagisa shaking his head slowly.

Obviously he was not as good an actor as he thought.

"Come on, it's not this is your first unusual guest." Nagisa whispered.

"Well I guess that's true." Yuuri muttered lowly.

Yuuri was sitting in front of the low table just petting his beloved poodle Vicchan while next to him Koro-sensei and Karsuma-sensei were nervously sipping on cups of tea. All of them were a pile of nerves right now, Koro-sensei had dropped off Yuuri at his aunt's shop when the half deaf woman got the drop on them and insisted Koro-sensei stay for dinner.

Then when Karasuma-sensei arrived to rescue him, she insisted that he stay as well and would not take no for an answer.

Now here they were, watching Yuuri's diminutive aunt adding ingredients to the sukiyaki pot.

"I hope you boys like Eastern style sukiyaki."

"Oh yes, thank you ma'am!" Koro-sensei replied eagerly.

"Please ma'am it would rude of us to intrude on you."

"Nonsense, it's good to share a meal with others from time to time." Tsugami replied as she served them a bowl full of meat and vegetables. "Besides strong young men such as yourself need to eat more than sweets, burgers and instant noodles."

The teachers stared at the elderly woman in disbelief before looking at their student suspiciously, Yuuri stared right back at them in confusion.

"Don't look to him for answers! I raised two boys myself, I know when they're not eating healthily." Tsugami replied before tag teaming with Koro-sensei in an interrogation of Karasuma's love life.

Feeling another nudge to his foot, Viktor sat up and rubbed the 'sleep' out of his eyes before enthusiastically greeting Yuuri.

"Yuuri! Did you finish your work?"

"Yeah, I did." Yuuri replied with a quick glance at his empty plate. "I take it you enjoyed my mother's cooking?"

"Yes I did." Viktor replied with a wide grin. "Your mother is a wonderful cook!"

"And he only had a standard kaiseki dinner, imagine his reaction to the house special." Minako teased. "It's Yuuri's favorite after all!"

"I would love to try it." Viktor commented cheerfully and gave Yuuri a wink.

"I'll go tell Hiroko-san." Nagisa replied as he darted out of the dining hall.

"So Nikiforov-san, what brings you Japan?" Minako asked with a vicious smile.

"Hmm? I came to be Yuuri's coach." Viktor replied. "Speaking of-"

Yuuri had to fight back a yelp as Viktor took his hands and looked him in the eye. "Yuuri Katsuki; are you going to give me your answer to my proposal?"

"Must you word it like that?" Yuuri replied in Russian as he could see Minako bent over in silent laughter. "And let go of my hands!"

"Only if you tell me your answer." Viktor replied in a smooth tone that set Yuuri on edge.

"FINE! Yes, you can be my coach Viktor!" Yuuri practically shouted as his cheeks turned a bright red, they heard click behind them and turned their heads to see Minako was hastily hiding her phone. Thankfully Yuuri was saved further embarrassment by the return of Nagisa and his mother carrying a tray of food.

"Here we go the house special!" Hiroko proclaimed proudly as she set a tray in front of Viktor. "One katsudon, extra-large!"

Viktor eagerly picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the fried pork. His eyes lit up in joy as he shouted "VKUSNO!"

"This is amazing! Is this what God eats?" Viktor stated happily between bites.

Minako frowned as Hiroko placed the same dish in front of Yuuri. "You do realize this means I'm putting you through Hell tomorrow right?"

Yuuri stopped mid-bite. "Huh?"

"You'll be doing suicides to Orpheus in the Underworld before we work on the choreography for your exhibition."

Yuuri seemed to pause for a moment as the assassin side of his mind dueled it out with his anxiety. Luckily his stomach intervened and he nodded to Minako before eating his food.

"Eh? You're choreographing your exhibition for the Grand Prix already?" Viktor asked curiously.

"No. Part of the obligations to a sponsor of mine is to perform at two charity galas during the year." Yuuri commented. "I have one for the Tokyo Children's Hospital in June and another in December for my old junior high."

"Wow! I didn't know you were doing the charity galas." Viktor cheered enthusiastically.

"Don't you do any like that?"

"I did a few when I was a junior, but then Yakov made me stop after some fans broke into my dressing room and cut off my hair." Viktor sighed.

'So that's what happened to his ponytail...'

"Eh, you're still doing the galas for Asano?" Nagisa asked curiously.

"He was the one who helped me get my first sponsors for the JSF that didn't want me to star in random commercials." Yuuri replied.

"But still...Asano?"

"Would you rather I trust Karma?" Yuuri asked stiffly.

"...Good point."

"Who is Karma?" Viktor asked curiously.

"Karma can't be described, he had to be experienced." Yuuri and Nagisa dryly commented in unison.

The first three weeks passed quietly as Yuuri helped Viktor unpack his stuff and then gave him a tour of the town. Viktor met Nagisa's class on one of their study groups in the park and was surprised that the petite man could keep so many delinquents under control. He then met the Nishigoris when Yuuri took him to Ice Castle so he could work on his exhibition and cheerfully obliged the triplets a selfie, but they had to promise not to upload it to their Twitter, at least not until Yuuri was ready to formally announce his new coach. He also joined Yuuri during one of his stamina building workout sessions with Minako and nearly fell asleep in the onsen that night.

It wasn't until they were sure there were no more random bursts of strange weather (snow, freak bird migrations followed by a passing water spout that caused crabs to rain down onto the town) and a visit by a retired assassin, Viktor got the chance to see the last of the cherry blossoms he had heard so much about.

Who knew how much strange weather would be caused by the destruction of the moon?

"This place is so beautiful." Viktor hummed as he enjoyed the sweet smell of the flowers floating in the breeze. Makkachin barked happily as she chased a ball across the courtyard under the visage of Hasetsu Castle.

"It is." Yuuri agreed with a calm hum.

"So who was that guy you were speaking to yesterday?"

"Oh Red? He was someone I met while my class was visiting Kyoto a few years back." Yuuri replied. "He's been backpacking around the world."

Viktor hummed in amusement before allowing the two to return to their lunch. Finally Viktor spoke up again.

"Yuuri are you interested in Minako?"

Yuuri nearly fell off the bench. "What? No! She's like a second mother to me!"

"Any lovers?" Viktor asked curiously, only to see the light in Yuuri's eyes fade away. 'Ah crap, I screwed up!'

"No...No one." Yuuri answered distantly. "No one wants someone like me."

Like his social life, his love life was more barren than the Sahara Desert. Sure growing up there were few men and women who were attracted to him physically, but every time they tried to approach him, his anxiety would drive them off. Or like that one asshole in 3-B; who had purposely tried to triggered his anxiety attacks for 'science' and to make sure any one he had his eyes on wouldn't stray to him.

Yuuri was trying to calm his breathing as he heard numerous voices around him laughing. His body was shaking, he felt like there was a vice on his chest that pressed against his lungs. The one responsible for triggering it was sat across from him grinning smugly with Takara, his opponent in the upcoming JSF junior event looking down on him.

"You know for all your 'skills' as a skater you are very weak mentally." Takara teased. "You could never handle the professional skating circuit."

"None of the coaches would want to touch you." Someone else shouted.

"Why don't you just quit now before you embarrass yourselves further." Another student teased as Yuuri fell to the ground covering his ears. Yuuri's anxiety caused the voices to multiply and shout even louder.

"Just quit!"

"Just Quit!

"JUST QUIT!"

Yuuri was suddenly dragged out of his thoughts by Viktor tightly embracing him.

"Viktor?"

"Those people were missing out on a treasure." Viktor muttered lowly in his native tongue. Yuuri couldn't help but blush, instead of pushing away the older man like normally had in the past days, he dropped his arms and let the anxious side of his mind slowly being quieted by the man's heart beat.

The two sat like that for several minutes until Viktor sheepishly asked. "Yuuri would I be too bold to ask for a selfie right now?"

'Alright, it's not like one selfie would bite me in the ass.'

'Of course the universe has to prove me wrong.'

Within a week the sleepy fishing town had gone under a siege after Viktor posted the selfie online. He thought that it would be safe since he didn't add the geographic tag like Yakov had lectured his team about, but damn his fans were dedicated!

Who knew someone online was able to triangulate his location by using a landmark and the position of the sun in relation to the grainy reflection of the moon in Yuuri's glasses. It made him want to go back and apologize to his old math tutor for saying nothing she taught him was going to matter in the future.

'I should send her a gift.' Viktor must to himself as he skated around the ice rink, waiting for Yuuri to come back from his sports physical. 'Maybe vodka? No, that wouldn't work out...She did have a sweet tooth...maybe I could get in touch with Chris and ask how to send a gift basket of Swiss chocolates.'

"OI! VIKTOR! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Viktor stopped mid-step and turned around to see his favorite angst riddled tiger cub hissing at the rink barrier beside an exasperated Yuuri.

"Oh Yura what are you doing in Japan? Does Yakov know you're here?"

"Well he called to yell at me when he saw my Instagram post a few minutes ago." Yuri replied.

Yuuri suddenly blanched and grabbed the other Yuri by the shoulder. "Plisetsky-san, does your family know you're here?"

"Not really."

Viktor and Yuuri stared at the teenager for a minute, exchanged a look and then screamed in unison.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"WHAT IF THEY REPORTED YOU MISSING YURATCHKA?"

"OR WHAT IF THEY THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED BY A PEDOPHILE?"

Next thing Yuri knew Viktor was frantically balancing on one leg dialing Yakov while Yuuri helped him put on his skate guards with the other.

"What do you want Viktor?"

"Yakov I'm so sorry, I didn't know Yuratchka would run off to Japan after me!" Viktor hollered. "Please don't let us get us arrested!"

"Viktor-!"

"I'm too pretty for jail! I won't survive the night!"

"Well that's true." Yuuri pipped up. "Better sleep with your back to the wall."

"VITYA!"

"...Yes?"

"His grandfather is well aware of his location, so is his mother, even if she's not happy about it."

"That bitch is never happy about what I'm doing." Yuri grumbled as Viktor hastily apologized for interrupting Yakov day and hung up.

"What are you doing in Japan Yura?" Viktor asked curiously, Yuri's only response was the glare at him menacingly. "Ah...I forgot something didn't I?"

"YOU MEAN YOU ACTUALLY FORGOT YOUR PROMISE?" Yuri shouted, the two older skaters twitched as his voice echoed in the empty rink.

"Oops?"

Yuri shouted again in frustration.

"Is he always this angry?" Yuuri cautiously asked while the teenager ranted in Russian about Viktor's bad memory.

"No he used to be a sweeter child...until puberty started. Sometimes it's just fun to egg him on." Viktor replied with a laugh before turning to the other Yuri.

"You promised to choreograph a program for my senior debut!" Yuri shouted again. "And I intend on making you keeping your word!"

Viktor took a pensive pose. "Well I could work out a short program for you, that's if Yuuri doesn't mind."

"Its fine, I can work on my Quads while you do that." Yuuri replied, he still couldn't stick the landing for a Quad Salchow or a Flip.

"Eh? Do you think that's going to be enough?" Yuri snapped.

"Did you want me to plan out your free skate too?"

"No you idiot!" Yuri snapped. "I want you to stop wasting your time with in this backwater town with an idiot who can't land a Quad and come back to Russia!"

"Hold up!" three voices shouted to the left of them. "We have a suggestion!"

The males turned to see the Nishigori triplets; Axel, Loop and Lutz grinning diabolically.

"Why not make it a competition!"

"Yuuri of Japan!"

"Versus-"

"Yuri of Russia!"

"The winner gets Viktor as their coach."

"W-what?" Yuuri stammered.

"It's on!" Yuri shouted. "Viktor coaches the winner! No matter what!"

Yuuri face fell as he heard the triplets enthusiastically led Viktor along for the Yuris to compete for him. No matter what he would have to do what the winner said.

And the other Yuri wanted him to return to Russia.

Viktor agreed to the terms.

'He didn't want to be here after all.'

And just like that, the anxious side of his mind got the strength to shove aside his assassin mentality and started to shout loudly.

'All those sweet words were nothing but bitter lies.'

'We're not good enough.'

'He wants to train his fellow countrymen.'

'We're not good enough.'

'He didn't know who I was until his coach told him.'

'WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!'

'He's probably waiting for the first competition to tell me this was all a joke.'

'WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!'

'WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!'

'WE'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!'

Viktor was so happy that he didn't expect to hear a faint and lifeless voice behind him ask; "If you wanted to quit why you didn't just say so?"

Viktor felt a stab in the heart as Yuuri darted out of the rink with a dead look in his eyes. He tried to chase after him, but by the time he reached the doors Yuuri was gone.

Nagisa was sitting in the Katsuki's private dining room eating some yakitori while grading papers, Makkachin had decided to join him in the quiet room and was curled up at his side knowing on a pork bone. Hiroko had been kind enough to let him sit away from the reporters eager for a glimpse of Viktor or the older crowd watching soccer on the television. Hearing a disgruntled snort he looked up to see a punkish blond glaring at him.

"Oh great, a teacher." Yuri groaned before Viktor shoved him off none too gently towards the rooms. "Another disgusting piece of trash."

"Sorry about him Nagisa." Viktor apologized as soon as the teenager was out of sight. "Yuratchka doesn't have a good view on teachers."

"He's an amateur compared to my students." Nagisa replied as he looked over another paper and sighed. 'Ah Hirashi, it looks like I need to review English some more with you.'

"A classroom of people worse than Yura, I don't think I could handle that." Viktor sighed as he plopped down on the floor.

"Where's Yuuri?"

"He walked off after Yura showed up." Viktor replied. "I lost sight of him after he ran out the back door."

"Sounds like Yuuri's having one of his bad days and went on a parkour run." Nagisa replied as he set down the skewer and wrote down a grade before looking up at him.

"Parkour run?" Viktor asked curiously with a tilt of his head.

"Our P.E. teacher taught us parkour in order to make our walk to Kunugigoka's satellite campus easier." Nagisa replied. "Yuuri tends to go running or skating in order to calm down when he's stressed."

"You know Yuuri so well."

Nagisa sighed. "I wouldn't say that, I only know Yuuri because he used to live down the street in Tokyo. He always stayed to himself and was so quiet that a lot of times our classmates forgot he was in the room."

'That would explain why I never noticed him at Soichi.'

"Viktor if you don't mind me asking, what happened before Yuuri ran off." Nagisa asked. "Did he say anything?"

"He thought because I agreed for Yuri and him to compete against each other that I wanted to quit being his coach." Viktor replied softly, a loud slap made him jump. Looking up he cringed as he realized that Nagisa had slammed down his grading book and was glaring at him. In that brief moment he could have sworn he felt as if a venomous snake was coiling around him ready to bite into his throat.

"Well congratulations Mr. Gold Medal, you've set off an anxiety attack." Nagisa hissed as he took out his phone and placed a call. "And just so you know, Yuuri copes with his anxiety by wearing himself out beyond the point of exhaustion."

Viktor felt a rock drop into his stomach and abruptly stood up. "I need to go find him."

"You're lucky that we slipped a tracker onto his phone for these emergencies." Nagisa growled as a woman shouted a pleasant hello to him. Viktor's abysmal understanding of Japanese only let him catch the name 'Ritsu' and Nagisa asking her to 'find Yuuri.'

"He's at Hasetsu Castle, probably running himself ragged." Nagisa commented as his blood lust began to flood around the room. "Find him or Russia will get you back in pieces."

Viktor didn't need to be told twice, he ran out of the dining room, nearly colliding into Yuri.

"Oh Viktor!"

"Eat and go to bed Yuratchka." Viktor shouted back as he slid past Mari to get his shoes. He didn't bother to grab his bicycle, instinct and adrenaline made him run to towards the castle as fast as he legs could take him. He could feel his muscles burning but he didn't care.

He need to get to Yuuri.

When he arrived he found Yuuri resting under a cherry tree, he was flushed from his run and had ditched his glasses and set them down on a bench along with his gym bag and a water bottle. Had he not been so panicked he would have taken a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight of cherry blossoms decorating Yuuri's hair.

"Yuuri!" Viktor shouted.

"Why are you here?" Yuuri slurred. "Don't you have to go to Russia?"

"I'm here to take you back to Yutopia, you're exhausted Yuuri."

"Why should you care?" Yuuri asked. "You're just going to leave, just like everyone else."

Takara had been right, no one wanted to coach him once they found out about his anxiety. They didn't want to be associated with a 'defective' skater and ruin their own careers.

Viktor wrapped his arms around Yuuri tightly. "I'm not leaving you Yuuri."

Yuuri was trying to block out the hundreds of voices shouting at him in his mind.

"I heard none of the JSF coaches will even touch you!"

"Just quit!"

"JUST QUIT!"

"You're too weak!"

WEAK! WEAK! WEAK! WEAK! WEAK! WEAK! WEAK! WEAK!

Suddenly those voices were muted as a jacket was draped onto him. Yuuri peeked from under the jacket and was shocked to see Asano of all people protecting him from Takara.

"Asano, what are you doing here?" Takara stammered, his helper Shinoka, who had purposely triggered the anxiety attack, tried to make himself scarce only for Asano to pin him into place with a venomous glare.

"I could be asking you the same thing Takara and you Shinoka." Asano replied cruelly. "We're you the one who asked to miss out on 3-B's study session with me because of skating practice?"

"Yes, but...sir Katsuki is performing as well and-"

"Katsuki has nothing to worry about regarding his academics Shirota." Asano growled venomously. "I seem to recall that Katsuki placed in the top fifty while he was in 2-B and still manages to do so while in 3-E! You however are dangerously low to being placing in the lower ranks and that's without your practices."

"But sit Katsuki has-"

"Anxiety doesn't make you an idiot!" Asano snapped as he pulled Yuuri out of the library.

"Thank you...Asano" Yuuri sniffed.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Katsuki I want you to keep that fool from reaching the podium next Saturday." Asano replied as he led him into the hall where Isogai and Kataoka were nervously waiting. "I wouldn't be able to accept such a fool represent this institution."

"Yuuri...if you really don't want to compete publicly against Yura I understand..." Viktor whispered.

Yuuri shook his head. "No...I've thought about it...and he needs to realize it's going to be different on the senior level. It's better that he learns it now then at his first competition."

Viktor pulled away slightly to look Yuuri in the eye.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Yuuri replied as he shakily stood up, his body was already aching with fatigue.

'Umm...Viktor?"

"Yeah?"

"Did...you run all the way out here from Yutopia?"

"I did."

"That's almost ten kilometers."

"...Nagisa is a damn good motivator when he's angry..."

The next morning it was late when the two older skaters managed to crawl out of bed, their bodies still weary from their run to Hasetsu Castle and back. They bid Yuri, now dubbed Yurio by Mari, a good morning and blearily ate their breakfast.

"Don't tell me you two were out drinking last night." Yurio scolded.

"Not drinking, running from murderous blue haired pythons." Viktor yawned.

Yurio blinked a few times in confusion before turning to Yuuri. "Have you decided to retire yet?"

"Have you figured out why your step sequences are shitty yet?" Yuuri countered as he just barely stopped himself from face planting into his eggs.

A few cups of coffee later the trio made their way to Ice Castle where Viktor started to explain to them the programs after letting them hear the music.

"The first is On Love: Agape; unconditional love. The second is On Love: Eros; sexual love. The first requires delicate presentation elements while the second demands more to the technical aspect."

"I can handle it." Yurio snorted.

"That's good because Yuuri will dance to Eros and Yurio; Agape!"

"CHANGE THEM!" Yurio shouted venomously.

"Yurio, you just turned fifteen years old and Viktor is twenty-seven. If you tried to perform 'Eros' you would be declaring yourself as 'jailbait' for your senior debut." Yuuri deadpanned. "I might as well call Giacometti and tell him you're taking his spot as most 'erotic skater'."

Viktor had fight off a bout of laughter as Yurio made a hilarious outraged face.

"On second time never mind, I'll stick with Agape."

"Alright you two, off the ice and I'll show you the basic choreography."

"I hate morning people." Yuuri grumbled as he effortlessly pushed off the ice and allowed momentum to send him over the barrier and onto a bench where Yuuko was watching.

"Where was this you yesterday?" Yurio asked as he joined him.

"I dunno, Belize maybe? I was told by my last roommate I'm 'salty as Hell' when sleep deprived." Yuuri commented as he stiffened a yawn as the music for Agape started.

The song was soft, and gave off the picture of innocence. Like Viktor said, this program required more emphasis on the presentation than the technical element. Yurio bit on his lip nervously, this was going to be tough for him.

"The second piece; Eros."

Viktor gazed seductively towards the trio causing Yuko to suddenly faint from a nosebleed much to Yurio's shock.

Yuuri stared as Viktor danced across the ice practically breathing seduction, it was the most memorizing thing to watch. The music was a tango, rather befitting for a dance of sexual love.

'I swear I could get pregnant just by watching this...' Yuuri mentally drooled as the song came to an end.

"Well Yuuri, what do you think?" Viktor asked.

"It's...something new. I can only hope I can perform it."

"Katsudon, you took a song that was choreographed to 'Ave Maria' and changed it to fit a rock song." Yurio retorted up in disbelief.

"To be fair I was pissed off beyond reasoning when I did." Yuuri groaned, completely ignoring the befallen look on Viktor's face. "You would be surprised how far you can get when your target pisses you off."

"Target?" the Russians repeated in confusion.

"Never mind." Yuuri sighed.

"It should be easy for you to think of how to present it, just think of a lover." Viktor suggested, his only answer was a glare that was on almost par with Nagisa's. "Oh right, never mind."

Viktor had Yuuri go work on the step sequences for Eros while he tried to assist Yurio in learning his. And while Yurio may have been considered his successor by the Russian people, Yurio was having a tougher time conveying his the theme of the performance if it was something that he was not used to.

Something he could not afford to do in the senior ranks.

"What the Hell am I missing?" Yurio demanded as Viktor called it a day.

"Agape."

"I know that! But what the Hell is Agape?" Yurio snapped.

"Agape is something different for everyone, it's not something I can just give you the answer to."

"You sound just like her." Yurio grumbled as they spotted Yuuri ahead of them on the bridge.

"YUURI!" Viktor shouted as he caught up to his pupil to give him a hug.

In all honesty, Viktor should have known better. Nagisa had warned him not to run up on Yuuri from behind. But the man conveniently forgot until he was suddenly airborne and splashed down into the ocean. He floated back up to the surface with nothing but utter confusion on his face.

"Holy shit! Viktor are you alright?" Yuuri shouted as he slid down an embankment by the bridge and jumped into the canal. "I'm so sorry!"

"God sent you to keep me humble didn't he?" Viktor asked in a distant tone as Yuuri swam over. Up above Yurio was leaning over the railing laughing.

"Hey Viktor how was the flight?" he choked out as the two stumbled back up the road sopping wet.

"Too short to enjoy the view." Viktor replied as his worried poodle fussed over him.

"Come on you Viktor, we should get you back to Yutopia before you catch a cold." Yuuri sheepishly commented. They passed several curious onlookers who were snapping photos unashamedly. They had just made it back to Yutopia when they ran in Nagisa who smacked his forehead in chagrin.

"Viktor I told you not to sneak up on him."