New YOI fic: Beneath the Shine of a Thousand Spotlights
Chapter 1: The Grand Prix Final of Cinderella and the Beast
I waited until Viktor's birthday to post this. So happy birthday to the best fictional figure skating coach and my inspiration to get out of a slump and boldly pursue what I'm passionate about!
Summary:
Twenty years of competitive figure skating have left Viktor Nikiforov burnt out and empty. No gold medals and broken world records can revive his passion for the sport. Viktor is tired of being reduced to his looks and skills by fans and acquaintances alike. Thoughts of retirement cross his mind when a drunken Japanese Cinderella dances into his life, stirring long-forgotten feelings. But that which sets his heart on fire also holds the power to throw Viktor into even deeper darkness.
This story covers the time from the GPF in Sochi to Viktor boarding a plane to Japan to become Yuuri’s coach.
Excerpt:
“How do you feel having broken your world record in the free programme for the third time?”
“Where will you compete next?”
“Now that you’ve won the Grand Prix Final more often than every other skater in history, what is your next goal?”
“There have been rumours about you retiring. What are your thoughts on your future career? How will you reassure your fans?”
Viktor tucked his black necktie into the vest of his dark-grey three-piece suit and regarded himself in the mirror. As so often, his silver-blonde bangs exhibited a life on their own. He returned to the bathroom and fixed them with hair wax.
I wish I had known my hair would do this before I had it cut, he thought. Now, it’s too thin to let it grow long again.
He checked his mirror image one last time, then returned to the bedroom and picked up the dark grey blazer from the comforter. This day had been crammed with gala practice, interviews, gala, and more interviews he had braved with non-committal answers and his star-smile. Now, one final social function was left to attend, which he would brave with more star-smiles and non-committal answers until he could go home.
What people took for the beautiful and mysterious ice prince, was in truth a façade to hide the ugly beast lurking underneath that was keeping Viktor in a chokehold. Never give the press what they’re couching for. Information was power, and Viktor preferred to stay in control of what he wanted to reveal.
They’ve been talking about my retirement as if I’ve already announced it.
Suddenly, he was choking on the sadness that had been lurking at the edge of his mind during the competition. He had thought it was gone. Why was it back? After three days of competition, he had no energy left to deal with this.
Just two more hours. This is just to make an appearance. I don’t need to stay until the end. There will be champagne and music, and someone to hang out with.
But he was deluding himself. Attending a social function was just a different kind of performance. Being physically present was not enough. This was about cultivating acquaintances with other skaters. Just the thing to look forward to when a competition had drained you of the little energy you had scraped together to get through the event in the first place. It was expected of the Russian Hero even more than of any other skater, and Viktor hated to disappoint.
There was a knock on his door.
Taking a deep breath, Viktor composed himself. I kept myself together for a long weekend. I can manage another couple of hours.
“I’m coming!”
He opened the door and stared right into Chris’s grinning face.
“Curious. Your hair’s way too neat for this, Viktor dear.”
“That’s because you always come too early.”
Chris chuckled. “That’s my signature move.”
“Unmistakably and gorgeously.” Viktor eyed his friend in the black suit and the necktie that, for once, was chastely pulled tight. “You look fabulous.”
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Yuuri: Okay, it's almost time for Viktor's surprise party! Let's go down the list—balloons?
Mila: Check!
Yuuri: Cake and drinks?
Chris: Check and check!
Yuuri: Flowers?
Georgi: Check!
Yurio: Onions along the perimeter of the building so Viktor won't come in early? Check.
Phichit: Why are we using onions to ward off Viktor like he's some kind of vampire?
Yuuri, sighing: He doesn't like onions.
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