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“If you haven’t found your soulmate by your 25th birthday rarely before, you become a marble statue, in the last 30 years with the developments in technology the risks of that happening have diminished. Many people find their soulmates by simply traveling until we feel a need so strong, so powerful it’s like being pulled.”
“Are there any unfound soulmates?” came a small voice “how do you know if you are soulmates?”
A woman let out a tinkering laugh “The minute you touch you know, it feels like home. With one touch you know everything about each other. There is only one remaining soul statue, in St. Petersburg Russia, he is posed offering a hand out, it is quite popular to take photos with him, and he has been like that for 60 years".
The doors behind Yuuri slid closed with a soft woosh, his eyes scanned the crowd looking for the familiar blonde hair that belonged to Christophe Giacometti, where ever Chris was his friend and rink mate Phichit Chulanont wouldn’t be far. Yuuri made his way over to where he had located the blonde who had one arm raised in the air the other slung over his Thai friends shoulders, his heart constricted at their closeness. The intimacy of Soulmates.
“Yuuri!” Phichits lightly accented voice called out a beaming smile on his tanned face, Yuuri stomped the ache down and forced his lips to lift. “Phichit! Chris! I hope you weren’t waiting too long" Christophes lime green eyes met Yuuris a sad understanding in his eyes “No mon amie we just got out here". The trio slowly made their way to the awaiting taxi squinting their eyes against the bright midday sun.
Yuuri took in the views of St.Petersburg, of people smiling and laughing, couples walking hand in hand, he blinked back tears as the ache in his chest flared to life again causing a tremor to flood his body, crossing his arms he squeezed himself, attempting to prevent himself from falling apart. A comforting weight settled on his shoulder “Again?” he nodded “It happens more often now" he missed the shuddering sadness in Phichits eyes.
Walking into the hotel Phichit and Yuuri separated from Chris heading over to their coach Celestino Cialdini who provided them with their key cards and schedules for the next few days.
Yuuri leaned over his bed one hand twisting in the fabric over his heart, his eyes clenched shut against the tears, his other hand reached up and ripped his glasses off tossing them to be found later. A high pitched keen echoed in the room the ache in his chest clawed deeper into him. Yuuri pulled a choppy breath into his lungs, demanding his heavy limbs pull him onto the bed where the world faded into sweet darkness.
Yuuri slicked back his hair, stepped back and took in his completed look. The midnight blue of his collared V neck only broken up by jagged lines of white gems where the body of it was snug the arms were looser held in place by its own buttoned cuffs, the outfit completed by the form fitting black pants. A quick glance at the clock showed 2:30, he quickly threw on his skates and team Japan jacket before exiting the locker room.
“Next up we have 20 year old Yuuri Katsuki of Japan skating to Can you hear me? by Anson Seabra.”
Yuuri struck his finishing pose one hand extended as if placed in anothers, with heaving breaths he made his way to the kiss and cry. “Beautiful Yuuri" Celestino murmured while Yuuri balanced placing his guards on “It’ll be high marks" he lead him to the reaction bench.
“A heart wrenching performance by Yuuri Katsuki, not much is known about him but it is speculated that he has not located his Soulmate, if so we can only hope this isn’t his last Grand Prix. The scores are in Yuuri Katsuki has jumped from 4th place to 1st with a score of 106.48!”
Yuuri was pulled into Celestinos side congratulations pouring into his ear, he answered the typical interview questions before excusing himself to the locker room.
Swapping his costume for his typical blue skinny jeans and black v neck T shirt with his Japan jacket overtop, as he zipped his skating bag closed it happened.
The ache exploded with a vengeance taking the air from his lungs leaving him on his knees wheezing clawing at his chest, but this ache it was different it didn’t paralyze him he had to move.
Yuuri was pulled to his feet, turning he saw Phichits worried gaze “My..my coat I need it” he heard shuffling, a locker slam, and felt his coat against his arm, he slid his arms into the sleeves before he noticed Phichit already had his coat on. “I’ll follow you" he nodded as the ache flared again, he took off running towards the exit dodging competitors, interviewers and observers alike, he threw himself through the doors and froze.
Yuuris lungs heaved as he took in the softly falling snow, he felt Phichit stop beside him “I-I don't-I don’t know wh-" he felt pressure on his shoulder , wiping the tears from his cheeks thankful he hadn’t taken his contacts out “Take a breath” Yuuri forced himself to pull a deep breath into his lungs, his eyes scanned the streets and the ache pulsed, his feet pounded on the ground before he knew it vaguely aware of Phichit following behind.
Breath coming out in pants as a courtyard opened in front of him, he surveyed the courtyard, it was empty aside from the two police officers talking on the other side, the ache threatened to burst from his chest, then he saw it…a marble statue.
Yuuri took in the statue, the mans hair short everywhere but his bangs that hung to cover his left eye, he was frozen mid step with his hand extended palm up, Yuuri met the statues eyes a look of longing etched into the marble. The ache constricted his chest forcing a high pitched whine past his lips.
A flesh hand settled on a marble one, Yuuri released another high whine, the ache slamming into him like waves crashing against a cliff until something shifted the tension shuddered out of his body, his mind quieted.
The hand under his shifted, his wide chocolate eyes locked with teary disbelieving cyan. Yuuri tangled his hand in the silver locks gently pulling the man forward to rest their foreheads together, gazes still locked, neither willing to lose the connection.
“Mr. Katsuki have you looked for your soulmate"
“It is unknown if Mr. Nikiforov has a soulmate at this time"
“No one wants a fat pig like you as their soulmate"
“Where are you?”
"I’ve looked everywhere, Is this what it feels like to not have a soulmate?”
“We love you so much Viktor, no matter what you will always be our son"
Both Yuuri and Viktor whimpered as every emotion, every thought and every fear was laid bare for the other to see, Yuuri felt Viktor unzip his team jacket, slip his hand into the neck of his shirt stopping over his heart.
“You’re real" Viktor choked his face crumbling, legs giving out he pulled Yuuri to the ground, arms shifted to encircle Yuuris body. Great heaving sobs shook Viktors body “You found me"