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Celestino greeted Yakov cheerfully, "Ciao Ciao! Yakov! Thanks for agreeing to meet with us."
Yakov just nodded in return, he motioned for Yuuri to get on the ice, "go ahead and warm up and show me what you got."
Yuuri nodded before scurrying over to the bleachers to put on her black skates.
Yakov and Celestino moved to sit down and observe, talking quietly to themselves.
"Why did you want me watch her? I know she hasn't gotten very far on international competitions."
Celestino sighed, "after you watch, we'll explain."
Yuuri turned to both men and nodded that she would begin. Yakov already knew the beginning position. It was Viktor's Free Skate from this last season, Aria: Stay Close to Me. Yakov's jaw keeps dropping as he watches her. She flows through the routine better than Viktor had at the Grand Prix, landing Quads like she is floating in the air. Her step sequence looks more difficult than Viktor's. By the time she is in the finishing pose, he doesn't even know where to start.
Yakov turns to Celestino and grips his arm, "why isn't she competing? She could anything she wants! She could make history if she lands even one quad in a competition!" He is trying to breathe out his frustration.
Celestino waves Yuuri over to them, "that's part of the reason we are here. You see, every time before an international competition, she would somehow end up injured. The first time I didn't think too much of it because accidents happen, but after the third, I knew something was going on. Yuuri would just tell me that she was clumsy, but at the beginning of last season…"
Yakov really didn't like where this was heading.
Yuuri cleared her throat, getting the attention of both older males, "a-at the beginning of last season, some of the girls didn't like the way I skate. I-I guess, you could say they were jealous. They didn't want me to compete because if I land quads, it is highly probable that I could win gold, so they did whatever they could to make sure I didn't compete for a season. But, last year it went too far, they, um, they paid some of the hockey players to hurt me, and t-took off m-my clothes and took p-pictures," She took a deep breath before continuing, "The girls made copies of the pictures and passed them out on my college campus. I think, some made it on social media, but I've deleted all my accounts and Celestino and I had to talk with the JSF to explain what happened. A-anyways, I don't feel safe practicing in the same rink as those people, but I still want to skate."
Yakov frowned at both Yuuri and Celestino, "what exactly are you asking me here? Are you asking me to coach you, or rink time?"
Celestino looked towards Yuuri, "I wish for you to coach me. Celestino has been great and I've learned a lot from him, but I'm ready to move on to the next level and I would like to do that here, safely."
Yakov turned towards the ice thinking, noise came from the lobby area, "all right, but only if you can convince that you should be allowed to share rink space with them. They should all be here soon, so get back on the ice."
Yuuri smiled and moved back to the ice.
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Viktor was the last one to show up, "finally! Why are you always late!" Yakov exclaimed.
Viktor just smiled, "Aw, Yakov, did you really miss me?"
"No!" before turning to face all of them, "now, there has been a request made," pointing to Yuuri on the ice, "she wants me to coach her and share rink space. Since the four of you use the rink the most, I figured you could give an opinion and I'll take it in to account."
They all looked shocked that he wanted their opinion, "Yuuri begin!"
She froze in the middle of putting up her hair, before quickly putting it up into a half-formed bun.
They all recognized the beginning position and were quickly blown away. Yuuri moved into the last jump and felt her hair fall loose. Landing the last jump combination and quickly moving into the spin combination before stopping at the ending pose. Huffing a breath, she pushed her hair away from her face, before moving to the far side of the rink looking at the ice.
They all watched as she rubbed the ice for about a minute before jumping up, "ha! Found it!"
Celestino just sighed before waving her over. Viktor moved towards where she would exit stopping her from leaving the ice.
"How do you know that routine?" he demanded.
She squinted at him, "um, I watched it during the Grand Prix Final on T.V."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "why that one?"
She tilted her head in confusion, "I know almost all of his routines," she blushed saying the next part, "I'm a really big fan of his, I grew up watching him and I wanted to skate like him. He's the reason I want to skate competitively, so I can someday stand on the same ice as him."
Viktor's eyes brows knitted in confusion, did she not know what he looked like.
"Ah! Yuuri, you should put on your glasses!" Celestino handed Yuuri her dark blue dorky looking glasses.
Yuuri blinked through the glasses, "thanks coach!" She turned to the man she had been talking to, "I'm sorry, I can't … see very… well." Her face turned a very deep shade of red.
Viktor raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. He stepped on to the ice, "well, Yuuri was it? You've completed one dream. You are currently standing on the same ice as me. What's your next one? Hmm?"
He gently tilted her face towards his, "to win gold," it was soft, almost unsure.
He leaned in, "is that all you want?" their noses were almost touching. The moment they did, her eyes rolled towards the back of her head and fainted into his arms.
Viktor's feet came out from under him when he took her weight, "Ow! Yuuri? Yuuri~ Yuuri! Yakov call an ambulance, somethings wrong with Yuuri! Yuuri!"
Yakov sighed before walking away from the rink.