The Russian Princess

Summary:

Who would've thought that doing one good deed and dying for it would get me reborn; impossible, right? What's more impossible is getting reborn into a place that was supposed to be a figure skating anime.

Apparently I was born as a known ice skater's little sister; this should be VERY interesting, wouldn't you think?

(SI/OC)

Disclaimer:

I don't own any of the Yuri On Ice characters or plot; that honor goes to Mitsurō Kubo for writing such an awesome piece of show and for Sayo Yamamoto for the directing as well as MAPPA for producing it! I only own my own made up OC and the few made up plots as she grows up.

HOS:

I apologize for this being extremely late due to how I wanted to start it off.

Some of you have questions and concerns about Vitaliya joining any compitions or not; allow me to clarify!

She hasn't joined any compitions due to her not being ready, she is no Victor and like to be prepared and more confident in her skills in her young age. If you're talking about the Junior Figure Skating like Yurio then she would have to wait until she's thirteen to join since she has to be that age to compete; it's the rules. I had to look it up and I like to be thorough. Though don't worry, she'll join the Juniors with Yurio and the rest of the younger skaters.

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Special Thanks To:

Lifesjustalaugh:

Ah, don't worry about the competitions, she'll join Yurio in the Juniors when they turn thirteen; it's in the skating rules and all that. She doesn't compete in the little leagues to make herself known since she wants to be confident and prepared when she skates; after all, she's no Victor and doesn't want to become his shadow.

MaidLeviLexi:

Thank you for the praise, here's the chapter you've been waiting for, hope you enjoy it!

YouAreJesting:

Oh no, don't die! Lol! I ship Victuri just as hard since they are the first slash couple that I actually enjoy and wouldn't be as embarrassed on writing them out since I'm not used to writing any type of slash fics. I'll give you all a small spoiler; Yuri and Vitaliya become great friends later on in the next few chapters.

That gives me more confidence to continue writing more! I reread what I wrote to make sure they make sense and didn't misspell anything before posting it up; it's my peeve that I get that I don't want others to get confused or find anything I had messed up on which I have no problem with at all!

The bonding between her and Victor is adorable and I'm not gonna stop with their sibling love. We all know how passionate Victor is and I wanted to use that to what and how he would act if he had a younger sibling to dote on and trust me, in this chapter it gets better!

Oh, don't worry about the confusion of the two Yuri's, I'll be using Yuri for now until the Japanese Yuri enters the picture. For now when they're in Russia I'm gonna use his given name until the canon story starts. As for the Skating Camp, you'll just have to wait and see in this chapter~

foxchick1:

Wait no more for here is the next chapter! Enjoy my friend!

OTrizy:

Wow, thank you for the amazing compliment! I don't normally do any type of slashes but I'll make Yuri and Victor an exception since they're the first anime couple that I'm actually comfortable on shipping together!

meteor13:

It was fun writing the last chapter, I hope you enjoy the next one!

Guest:

I'm glad you enjoyed it and hope you continue loving it; hope you like this next chapter!

THEDOOTKING:

Lol! Thank you so much for shipping Yurio and my character so quickly when they just met! Even though I found it adorable either way!

NoGAMENoLIFETeT:

Oh wow, what a coincidence that you and my OC have the same birthday! I just picked a random month and day; I'm glad that you're happy! Thank you for the praise, I'll continue doing my best!

KisaragiMaru:

Oh, then you'll be surprised in this chapter then! He's so adorable in this chapter!

Child-of-Strength:

Lol, I promise that the juicy parts are coming up soon! I just have to get my readers who and what my character is like before starting off into the canon story! I apologize for the long wait!

carmenotaku98:

I apologize for being so late once more! I hope this chapter makes up for it!

And I appologize for forgetting about Makkachin since Victor got him in a young age; he'll make an appearance in this chapter! Enjoy!

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Chapter Two

It was about forty-five minutes later that I find myself at my usual cafe with Victor who rushed over after my call to him about what occurred after sending Yuri and his grandfather on their way toward the ice rink. I had reassured them that my older brother was meeting me around the corner at our usual cafe; Yuri's grandfather offered that they stay with me until he came but told them it was no need and sent them on their way and that I would see Yuri at summer camp. As soon as they were gone I quickly called Victor and said only one word; car, and he came right away knowing what happened after telling him where I was. It had almost been a year since my last trigger; I was doing SO good too. I hate being around cars, mostly outside of them, inside of them I was fine.

Pretty odd, isn't it?

I was sitting in our usual private spot when my brother quickly came in and headed toward me, I stood up as he hugged me in a concerned brotherly way as I held him just as tightly for a few moments. We pulled away while Victor gently held my face and looked me over, "Are you alright, printsessa?" I gave a small nod and little smile as I closed my eyes as he kisses my forehead, gently hugs me once more before we sat down and ordering his usual drink. I texted Mila to let her know about the situation, after getting the confirmation I put my phone away and gently held my drink with both hands as I gently traced the rim with my finger.

"Where's Makkachin, he's usually with you?"

"He had a vet appointment this morning, going to pick him up in an hour or so." he continues to stare at me with the look of concern still on his face as the silence goes on. Soon I couldn't take it any more as I moved my cup away and held my head in my hands.

"I was doing so well... if only I wasn't so distracted earlier... I always feel so pathetic every time this happens. I don't want to feel so triggered anymore." stressed, I ran my fingers through my now free hair, "I'm such an idiot..."

Victor scoots closer to my side and gently takes both of my hands in his as he makes me look at him with seriousness in his eyes, "You know that is not true, don't ever say that about yourself." he says sternly with a soft tone as if trying not to upset me, "Don't let this fear control you, one day you WILL overcome it." he smiles at me, "It's just going to take a little bit more time; don't rush it or else it will control you. Just take your time." I close my eyes as he moves away my bangs and kisses my forehead once more, "Just one step after the other, okay?" I gave a little nod with a small childish flush at the brotherly affection as he pulled away, "Good, now come, let's go pick up Makkachin." we paid for our drinks and left the cafe to take the taxi.

I sat there quietly with my brother while my duffle bag lied on my lap, eyes closed while leaning against his shoulder, completely relaxed. It didn't take long to get to the vet and have Makkachin released who looked happy to see me. I smiled as I kneeled down and hugged him around the neck while Victor took care of the paperwork. I didn't let go until my brother came back, staring at me thoughtfully in his thinking pose, "What is it?"

His blue eyes looked back at me and smiles softly, "I was thinking about a way on how to help and calm you after your anxiety and panic attacks; I purpose a service animal." I blinked a few times, "Or a trusty animal companion to take with you while on the streets when no one is with you; like how Makkachin is to me, a companion." said companion 'woofs' happily when hearing his name as we both smiled at the action.

After giving it a bit of thought I peered at my older brother a bit shyly, "If I do this, does it mean that I can choose any animal I want?" My sibling chuckled at me at my adorableness and gave me a side hug that I leaned into.

"Just as long as if it's a cat or a dog then yes." I smiled happily and hugged him with both arms around the waist and thanked him, "Once we get you evaluated by the doctor about getting you one, I'm positive that it'll help you whenever I cannot while I'm away out of the country." It's happened once or twice when I had my 'episodes' and didn't tell him about it until he finished his competitions so I wouldn't distract him while he competed. He scolded me for it saying that I mattered more than any skating competition; I never felt so loved and happy when given that heart-felt confession but it would make me more guilty if I was the cause of his stress on not doing his best. So I kept it to myself whenever he was away if it ever happened again.

A week or so later Spasitel (Meaning 'Savior'), a five month old Nevskaya Maskaradanaya or a Siberian cat, had white, tan and light brown fur with bright blue eyes had joined our little family. Spasitel is male who would be my savior and comfort animal wherever I go from now on. He gets along with other animals especially Makkachin. It took a few days to get used to each other whenever I visited Victor at his nice open home. He, Spasitel, usually curls up into my jacket in my arms with his harnest, or in his carry on. He's nice to other people but doesn't like to be touched unless he initiates contact first. He loves Victor of course as well as Mila, especially Yakov to my amusement, he likes to curl up around his shoulders while I practice my routine and jumps.

Pretty soon he'll be comfortable with someone else.

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It was the first day of trainiing camp as it was to evaluate to where everyone, to their skill level, to where they'll end up doing in their schedules. A few days later I had mentally thanked my mother to home-school me like she did with Victor until he took his test to pass high school and be on his own afterwards. She taught me everything she knew and was surprised that I was very smart for my age but history, it was a little hard since I'm not in America anymore since that was the only history that I actually know and didn't much dwell into other countries. My mother was happy that I was so eager to learn different languages from her; she taught me English (That I already knew) Japanese, Chinese and...

"Siz joğaltasız ba?" (Are you lost?) I asked a confused frustrated male who now looked surprised that I knew his language.

"Siz qazaqşa söyleysiz be?" (You speak Kazakh?) I chuckled a little and nodded with a warm smile.

"Meniñ atım Vïtalïya, seniñ ne?" (My name is Vitaliya, what's yours?)

"Otabek Altin." says the thirteen year old as I take his hand and shake it gently as he slightly relaxes and smiles a bit. The inside of my jacket shifted as my fur baby peeked out at the new voice. I laughed in amusement when seeing the look on the young man's face when seeing Spasitel.

"If he likes you he'll nudge his head against you but in his own terms." I say switching to Russian, "Now, back to my first question; are you lost?" Otabeks face changed back to his original frustration as he showed me his schedule.

"They lowered me down to a novice, simply because I couldn't keep up with the Ru—err... others in the intermediate level." He stumbles over his words that he had forgotten that he was in the presence with a Russian and didn't wish to offend me; how cute, "This was not how I wanted to begin my training for my Juniors by becoming a novice of all things at my age when I have been training for years for this; this is degrading!" I let him rant a bit to get it off his chest as I silently stare at him with a blank face, after a few moments of silence I spoke.

"There's a reason why Russia is one of the most hard working countries when it comes to sports as well as other things. I'm not saying that you don't work hard it's just you can't keep up with our harsh traning that we're used to." I gave Otabek a warm smile, "They sent you to a novice level to slowly ease you into what we do to build up the strength, flexibility and endurance to get you caught up." I watched him slowly relax but could still see the frustration while he looked down with his brows furrowed and hands clenced. I bent down to his level as I held Spasitel in my coat to catch the boys' gaze, "You don't have to train alone though," he blinked and flushed at my words and at my closeness, "I can help you if you allow me. I'm quite used to the harsh training and could do what I can to get you the progress you need to get through Juniors." We both stood up straight and stared at one another.

"Aren't their trainers and our coaches to help us?" asks the flushing Kazakhstanian as I chuckled and flushed as well.

"There is but it wouldn't hurt to have a friend around to help one another through the obsticles, right?" I was a little shy and nervous with a young canon character that would soon grow up to be a spectacular figure skater in five years and best friends with Yurio later on.

It wouldn't hurt ot be his first female friend, right?

There was a moment of silence before the young boy gave a small smile, "I wouldn't mind a friend." we both stood there smiling at each other with our childish shy flushing before we were startled by a female voice calling out.

"'Liya! There you are, come on we're gonna be... oh? Who's this?" Mila walked over to us with a friendly but unsure smile toward the male beside me.

"Oh, hey, Mila, this is my new friend Otabek Altin. He's from Kazakhstan; he's here to train for his Juniors like you are!" I beamed a smile, "He's in our level and needs some help to get through the harsh training." said boy gave a small bow of his head in greeting toward my female friend as she looked him over a few times before giving a nod in confirmation.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mila, 'Liya's best friend. Hurt her feelings in any way and I'll be sure to make you regret it; you got that?" Otabeks eyes widen with little fear as he nods quickly with small beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face. I gave a small pout at my female friend.

"Are you going to be like this at every friend I make?"

"As your childhood friend it is my right and duty to protect you from others that might take your kindness for granted. I might as well tell him now than later if he ever does so in the future." I sighed in exaspiration before giving another smile, "Until he's Spasitel approved then I'll have nothing to worry about." Otabek had a small offended look on his face, "Come on, we're gonna be late for ballet stretches!" I nod as Mila walked ahead of us as I looked back at the boy next to me with a faint amused smile.

"She means well, I promise. Once you get to know her she'll be much nicer; she's overprotective of the younger skaters that she knows personally." I take his hand as he flushes a bit once more, "Don't worry, I have a feeling that you're not that type of person to hurt my feelings unintentionally or abuse any kindness." I gave an eye closed smile as he stares in flushing surprise, "Come on, we have some training to do!" I gently tugged him forward before we jogged to our next training class.

As we jogged I didn't notice Otabek continuous flushing stare at our joined hands before he soon returned the grip.

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It was no surprise that Otabek will not ever be fit for ballet stretches as he became more frustrated at the progress he was not making when seeing everyone else was moving forward than he was. I gently reminded him that ballet wasn't for everyone and that we should continue searching to what he was good at after the second week of training. I introduced him to gymnastics and showed him how it was done and showed off a little; I was a bit embarrassed afterwards when getting some praise by him and other people although I could tell that my male friend was slightly intimidated at my skill but admired it in all the same. He was shown a few easy stretches so he wouldn't feel so overwhelmed and frustrated when he wasn't advancing quick enough; it took his coach and I to tell him not to rush or else he would more than likely hurt himself.

A few days later the three of us were meeting each other at the ice rink when we saw Yuri for the first time on the ice. We quietly admired him from afar at his progress; it was impressive for a ten year old. I can tell that my male friend beside me stared a lot longer than Mila and I as I leaned in close, "Admiring your future competition?" He blushed when he was caught staring at the blonde boy on the rink.

"He's good..." I can see the look on his face that he was impressed and had some other emotion that I cannot describe. I hummed a little while adjusting Spasitel in my jacket, he still hasn't come around to Otabek yet.

"The key is not to be or feel intimidated to other skaters but to admire their skills and hopefully cheer them on to do their best; you'll get the same treatment in return." I smiled a little at him while looking at Yuri once more as he was finishing up his practice, "To cheer for someone and getting it back in return gives each skaters a means of confidence to do their best." My eyes close as I smiled, "But when you get on the rink, everything disappears when it's just you getting lost into your own world of imagination to where nothing can touch you but your own music..." I trailed off with a sigh but it soon got too quiet as I opened my eyes to see that both of my friends were staring at me with a small bit of awe while blinking a few times.

"I'm guessing you've been through that from experience?" he asks as I blushed and smiled a bit.

"Yeah, by watching my older brother perform, it was thanks to him that I am here today; I was inspired by him."

"Oh? Who's your brother?" he glanced at Mila who snickered a little and crossed her arms while I was looking a little sheepish and slightly uncomfortable, "What?"

"Promise not to tell anyone?" Otabek looked a little confused for a moment before realizing something.

"He's famous?" I nodded sheepishly while Mila continued to smirk slightly as the young man gained a serious look when knowing how the situation was turning out to be, "I promise then." I shifted a little.

"His name is Victor Nikiforov."

Otabek was silent for a bit as he looks me over while closing his eyes afterwards and crossing his arms, thinking, "I can see the resemblence," he soon looked at Mila, "Is that why you're protective of her? Because of her brother?" the female teen nodded in confirmation, "I see," he looked at me, "You look like him but more feminine, shorter, and with white blond hair; if people bothered to put two and two together they would realize who you're related to." I gave a small frown while glancing away.

"I love my older brother but I don't want to be compared with him; I don't want to be or live in his shadow. I just want to be me, shine in my own light, you know?" I felt a hand on my shoulderas I glanced at Mila who smiled comfortingly at me but in confidence.

"At the pace you're going I'm sure that some day you will surpass your brother. You have more flexibility than him and more improtantly that you are a female. Besides, when it comes to flexibility women always dominate that area." Otabek crossed his arms and frowns at the word 'flexibility' that seems to be his worse enemy lately.

"I don't know, my brother is quite flexibile in some places and by the looks of it, Yuri seems to be getting close as well." I say as Mila scoffs and waves her hand.

"They're men, they're not our competition, the women are; be more focused on them instead of comparing yourself to your sibling. Just be you and concentrate on your training rather trying to be someone you're not." The male thirteen year old gave a nod in agreement while stepping up next to me.

"Make your own story. Dance free in your own world to your own imagination and music; don't let anyone stop or drag you down." he states, repeating some of my words back to me while I stared wide eyed in wonder at him. It was quiet for a few moments before we heard Yakov call out.

"Altin! Your coach is looking for you by the changing rooms, get to it, now!" the older man says stopping by us as the boy nods in return and looks back at me while placing his hand upon my shoulder comfortingly.

"Ärdayım öziñdi erkin sezinip, eşkimdi körgendey aspanğa qol tïgiz."(Always be yourself, fly free and touch the sky like nobody's watching.) with those words, Otabek nods at Mila before making his way to find his coach, leaving me flushing as I stared at his back with half closed thoughtful eyes.

It's been almost the full summer that I had gotten to know Otabek and how much he had calmed down in his training and took it in stride but still gets a bit frustrated every now and then. His voice isn't as deep when he's eighteen since he was in the beginnings of puberty but it was neutral, heading toward the deep end like in canon. His canon personality was starting to show in his young age due to my guiding and helping him train. This was the first time he gave such a serious assurance to cheer me up and do my best that hit me deep when he said it in his language. I then closed my eyes and smiled happily and took a calming breath before opening them again to look at my friend and coach who were surprisingly silent as I was in my own thoughts, "What is it?"

Yakov grunts and clears his throat with his closed fist against his mouth, "Never mind that; get to your stretches, you're going up after Georgi." he gives an uncomfortable nod toward Mila and I before marching off to watch and coach the other known canon skater. I stared after him for a few moments before Mila nudged me and grins knowingly at me but with a bit of a sly look on her face.

"What's with that look?"

"The look you gave Altin earlier."

"What look?" At the question, Mila gave a scoff but grins and rolls her eyes.

"He said something in his language that made you look after him in longing with a glowing red face once he left," she gasped and points at me, "You have a crush on him!" she whispered yell at me that caused me flush more with widen eyes as I flustered a bit.

"W-What?! N-No, no I don't! He just gave me some words of encouragement, that's all!" I turned to head toward the changing rooms that was the opposite way from the males', my childhood friend followed after me of course. "...and he gave me an idea of what theme to use for my first debute as a Junior." Mila pouts a little at the change of subject but lets it go for now.

"But you have three years to wait though," she saw the look of determination on my face as she sighs afterwards, "Fine... just so you know, you're gonna be more busy than usual once your jumps and spins get more serious." I nod as I began to open my locker and take out my small duffel bag with my needed practice things like, my custom made ice skates that Victor got for me on my tenth birthday a few months ago; nothing too spectacular, just regular but great quality steel, white boot with the best inside and outside support, two water bottles, a few pairs of thermal socks, clean towel, bandages and ointments just in case anything happens. I placed Spasitel in his carry-on kennel and carried him and my bag out of the changing room. Mila took her own out as well as we carried our things back to where Yakov was near. We sat our things next Georgi's and proceeded to stretch near by after giving my fur baby some food and water. Some people stared as I had my leg stretched out upon the wall with my fingers reaching toward my foot upon my shin. After a few minutes I switched legs when Mila spoke again, stretching differently by me, "So, what's the theme that your 'not crush' reminded you of?" I sigh and rolled my eyes a little, slight redness still on my face.

"Do you remember the Disney movies we watched?"

"Oh, you mean that Disney printsessa marathon that you forced me to watch then listen to the soundtrack of the ones we liked afterwards on our day off?" She asked playfully yet sarcastically with a smile, "How could I forget?" I chuckled softly in amusement at that, it was true, I couldn't help but look up the soundtrack of movies or anything I like and place them on my 2G iPod Touch; I know, quite the old thing this was, right?

I nodded a bit afterwards, not noticing someone had joined us, "Right, well, I was thinking on doing a Printsessa themed routine for my debute. I'm not trying to vain or anything since Victor calls me that all the time. Now others are beginning to say it now; might as well go with the flow." I say while putting my leg down off the wall.

"Why does Victor Nikiforov call you printsessa?" a voice asks, startling me as I looked over my shoulder to stare at Yuri who had a towel around his neck and a water bottle in his hand, staring curiously at me. He made a small face at our slightly wide eyed unsure stare while Mila and I looked at each other. He was starting to get a little annoyed, "What?"

"...I-"

"Printsessa~! Where are... oh! There you are!" Victor walked over with his duffle bag over his shoulder and hugged me to his chest as I slowly returned the hug with a faint smile, "I didn't miss your practice on the ice yet, have I?"

"N-No, not yet, I just finished stretching and about to out after Georgi." I say to him as I glanced at Yuri who looked a bit starstruck at the presence of Victor. "Victor, this is-"

"I'm Yuri Plisetsky, it's really a pleasure to meet you!" I giggled a little while covering my lips a bit in amusement on how cute and excited Yuri was to see his idol in the flesh before him.

"Oh! So you're the one that saved my little sister from that car back in May!" my brother says happily as he places both of his hands on the young boys' shoulders and looked at him sincerely, "From the bottom of my heart, thank you for being there at the right time; my little sister means the world to me and I don't know what will I do if something really happened to her." I flushed a little and muttered my brothers' name in a small flattered embarrassed tone before he hugged the little boy for a few moments then pulling away with a smile. He pats Yuri's shoulder then ruffled his hair before turning to me, "Now, come, Printsessa, it looks like it's almost your turn for practice!" He places his arm around my shoulders and leads me away from Mila and a shocked dumbfounded Yuri behind.

Once we were out of hearing range Yuri found his voice again, "Sh-She's Victor Nikiforov's little sister this whole time?!" he shrieks boyishly making Mila laugh her heart out at the look on his face and the high tone of his voice. He childishly glared at her with a red face, "Shut up!" Soon after a little while Mila calms down as her face then became serious as she stared at him making Yuri slightly uneasy.

"Look, from past experiences from meeting new people, she stopped revealing her whole name to strangers when they began bombarding her with uncomfortable questions about her brother and her family." she slightly towered over him with a small glare in full protective mode, "Be respectful and don't just be her friend because of her relation with Victor. IF that was the intention to what you were thinking, then don't bother being her friend at all, understand?" A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Yuri's face in nervousness before giving a few nods. A smile then formed on Mila's face as she pats his head, "Good, glad we got that over with. Now, lets go watch Vitaliya practice!" she says as she pulls the young boy's wrist while picking up the cat carrier on the way not noticing Yuri's slightly disturbed look on his face.

"Girls are weird and crazy..."

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It was soon the end of Summer as everyone was packing up to leave for home. Otabek, Mila, and I exchanged our numbers to each other to keep in touch with the Kazakhstanian; I hugged him and wished him well on his training and hope to talk to him again whenever he has the time. He flushed a bit as he returned the hug, making my face turn the same color that Mila chuckled over. Spasitel then nudged his head under the male teen's chin, purring a bit; finally earning my fur baby's trust that caused Otabek to smile a bit and gave him a small pet in return before saying good bye to all of us and getting into the taxi. Mila and I waved as he and his coach were driven off to the airport; seeing him go gave me the feeling that I was going to see him again sooner than I think.

Yuri then joined us as we waited for our family to pick us up. It took about a week or so for me to be comfortable with the blonde boy, making sure he was actually friend material and not just using me to get closer to Victor. I gave him a chance and hope it goes well and that I won't regret it even if we're just rink mates and nothing more.

Mila was the one to leave first as she waves good bye to us and takes off with her mother, leaving me and Yuri standing together by the entrance of the skating rink. It wasn't too awkward or uncomfortable between us but comfortable enough to be in each others presence in silence. We got to enough each other after a few more moments of silence and had a bit of things in common; we both have a cat, enjoyed the same music as well as baked goods. Our talk was interrupted by Yuri's grandfather pulling up. The boy looks at me before giving a small smirk of amusement, "See you later, Printsessa, stay out of trouble." I playful pout and glare at him as I attempted to hit his arm making him laugh and run off toward his grandfather's car and soon left. I huffed a little but smiled faintly in small contentment as I closed my eyes and relaxed a bit before a small honk of a horn was heard as my father pulled up. I picked up my duffle bag and cat carrier as my father took them from me and placed them in the car, he hugged and kissed me before getting in the vehicle and driving off while asking me how camp went as I told him happily.

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Lights were were blaring as well as cheers coming from all around me, people waving their Russian flags as I slowly made my way to the the middle of the rink, dressed in a sparkling green princess leotard, with brown booted skates and curly red hair that was tempararly dyed for the routine that I'm about to perform.

The audience quiets down as I get into position. I took a small breath.

Spotlight shining down on me as the music then begins.

I then opened my eyes.

It was my now my time to shine.

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HOS:

Well there you have it! I hope this was worth the long wait!

The three years later bit was a sneak preview to what you're going to expect in the next chapter and then on to the start of the anime its self!

Are you excited?

I am!

Did you enjoy the meeting of Otabek and the return of Yuri?

Isn't Otabek adorable?

What do you think of Vitaliya's new kitty?

If I was a little too OOC with anyone, I apologize!

I just pretty much guessed on the whole Summer Camp thing since I'm not really familiar.

Please don't flame me!

Reviews, Faves, Follows are always welcome!

Thanks for reading!

Ja ne!

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