Yuri was told he would never again skate, well, they didn't tell him those words exactly. Instead the Doctor had said 'Yuri, your chances of skating in competitions is 27%' which sounded a lot like 'Never Again'.

After all he had done and sacrificed to be the best, and live up to Victor, he had failed. It was almost as if he had a toy he wanted, and a much older kid snatched it away from him and broke it.

When he had left the hospital, which was a while since he stayed to get surgery for his leg, he locked himself in his room back home. He didn't let anyone in unless it was his mother or father coming to bring him food, and if Victor tried to go in, he would ignore him as if he wasn't there.

Which led to Victor bringing Yurio from Russia to Japan in hopes he could motivate Yuri into fighting again.

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"Yuri, before you go in there, just know you may not be able to get through to him. The news of him possibly never skating again has broke him, and he was already fragile to begin with. It's okay if you can't get through to him" Victor's voice was soft and full of pain as he spoke to Yurio.

The young boy knew that by the fact Victor had used 'Yuri' instead of 'Yurio' that this was a serious matter.

"I'll get through to that bastard so you can come back to Russia and compete, with him too" Yurio growled as he walked to Yuri's room, and even though it seemed like he didn't care for Yuri much, it was quite the opposite.

He looked up to Yuri for pushing himself harder and harder for the affection of Victor. He was able to get Victor to remember a promise, which had meant something, and even though he was still better then Yuri, he felt like he needed to out-do him.

'Bastard, you better listen to me! I'm suppose to beat you when you're in top shape, and rub it in your face!' He growled in his head as he opened the door to Yuri's room.

It was much different then he had pictured it.

The air was thick and moist; it was suffocating in a way. The room was dirty with clothes throw everywhere, and the walls were decorated with what seemed to be news paper clippings and photos.

Each newspaper clipping was about one person: Yuri. Although he couldn't read them, he was very sure they all were about his injury, and him not returning to the ice.

It was pathetic.

On the bed, wrapped in many layers of blankets, was none other then Yuri himself.

"What do you think you're doing? You're just lying in here, wasting my time and Victor's. We could be skating but instead we are worrying about your dumbass" He growled. 

He hoped his words would cut deep into Yuri, to get a reaction out of him, but he stayed still. Yurio wondered if Yuri was dead or asleep.

"Did you hear me bastard?!" He growled as he ripped the covers off of Yuri, revealing his entire body. He gasped involuntarily at the sight of his competitor.

Yuri was skinny, at least half the size of when he had gotten the injury, wearing a shirt that was either too big, or he was too small. He had on boxers which barely seemed to hang onto his small frame, skin a pale color, like snow on a winter day. His left leg was in a black boot, propped up by pillows.

"You look like shit, dumbass. Are you starving yourself? You will never beat me, or even be as good as Victor in this state. You better get it together because he is worried about you!" Yurio yelled at Yuri, still not sure if he was awake or not.

"...why?" his voice was low, and cracked as if he hadn't talked in a long time, catching Yurio by surprise as he wasn't even sure if it had belonged to Yuri.

"Because! You're selfish and you don't understand that you have so many people supporting you even though you're just shit right now! You are the center of Victor's attention right now, and it's hurting him more then you think! He hasn't slept in days, he's not eating, so get your sorry ass up, and stop moping!" Yurio yelled as he grabbed Yuri's shoulder, forcing Yuri to look him in the eyes.

Yuri's eyes were red and puffy, his face stained with tear tracks, much like the rest of his body, his face was really pale, the red under his eyes and on his cheeks were the only color.

"I have wasted his time. Tell him to leave with you so he can finish his career properly. I will never be able to skate again; the odds are well against me" He spoke, choking on Victor's name.

Anger flooded Yurio as he grabbed Yuri's shoulders, forcing Yuri to face him, and restrict his movement.

"You listen to me Yuri. Victor loves you more then skating, and that was his life. I won't let you wallow in self-pity all because the odds are low. The odds of me breaking world records at my age were low, but I did it. So you can try to skate, because you are Katsuki Yuri! " He growled.

Yuri frowned as he looked into Yuri's eyes, the frown slowly turning into a smile.

"Victor loves me?" He asked, tears stinging his eyes. 

Yurio nodded furiously."He loved you more then anything else! When we were in Russia, all he ever cared about was Skating, but your video of you doing his program caught his eyes. He found himself attracted to you and came to you. When we competed for him to teach us, he chose you. It was always you Yuri, because he loves you!" He shouted.

Yuri stared at Yurio, a smile on his face. His eyes closed, but the smile never left his face. All he needed was Yurio caring for him enough to tell him Victor loved him.

"Thank you Yurio" he paused, opening his eyes to stare into Yurio's eyes" I hope I can beat you next time, and take Gold." Yurio loosened his grip on Yuri's shoulders, a smirk gracing his face.

"You wish, dumbass" he said softly, not a hint of malice or anger in his voice.