A/n... fangirls while writing cause it's kinda a VICTURI scene. Sorry sometimes words auto correct to caps cause I get really excited when I talk about YOI with my friends and I caps everything so... enjoy

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Yuri

"Don't be so nervous ya'know," he laughs,"this isn't the first time we met"

I desperately try to rake my memories trying to think of another opportunity I had had to meet the legend of the Mafia world... my mind drew a blank

He laughs, and immediately I flush... his clear hearty laughter sounds so cheerful and innocent... as if he was truly amused... I am confused... did I make him laugh?... or is there something on my face? Or clothes?... I start checking to make sure that I don't have lettuce between my teeth... and that I zipped up my fly.

His laughter doubled at my panic and confusion, and I'm the end I just give up on checking all the things I could have done wrong, and watch him roll on the floor with uncontrollable laughter. Frozen in place I sit staring at him till He calms down... wow I did not expect to see the Prince of the Mafia world rolling on the ground in laughter.

"Umm... would you like a drink?" I ask as he hiccups his laughter finally subsiding.

"No I should be fine YURI," he says singing my name. I am taken aback that someone of his importance knows my name, and I guess it showed in my face because Victor erupted in to more peels of ringing angelic laughter.

"It's just that I've forgotten how you lack self esteem... oh Lord how adorable you are," he says wiping the tears from his eyes, and smiles at me. "My little Yuri why must you think of yourself so lowly?"

"Ummm..." I don't know how to answer

"Well we must fix that. I know how you doubt yourself, how you think you are not good enough. Not good enough at school, sports, love," and he leans closer and gently lifts my chin up so that I look directly into his ocean blue eyes. My thoughts immediately go to Yuko, and how my unrequited love will forever remain unrequited. I get lost in the depth of his ocean deep eyes seeing myself reflected... yes I really did not think I was good enough for anything.

Victor leans in closer and whispers, " I know how afraid you are about disappointing you father and your group members because you believe you aren't going to be a good enough boss." I shiver . It is as if he is staring directly into my soul. My deepest darkest secret was being shown, reflected back at me by this blue-eyed gray haired Russian.

"But," he says slowly, and I hold my breath waiting for what he is going to say next, " what would you say if I said that I would coach you?"

"WWWWHHHAAATT???!!!" I exclaim, " VICTOR NIKIFOROV TEACH ME?!?!?" Taken aback by my outburst he drops his hold on my chin and leans back on his hands (sitting cross legged) looking right at me

"Why not?" He shrugs

"It's just that you are Victor Nikiforov... the living legend... the guy who dragged his group from the lowest of low positions to the very top. The guy who single handily destroyed the social class system in Russia to be fairer for everyone one. The guy who dropped Russia's crime rate to 2%!!!"

"And what of it?" He replies rather coolly

"It's just that...I that" I stumble over my own words. I take a deep breath in then exhale. " It is just that you have been my idol since well... since forever."

He lets out a short harsh bark of laughter, " Oh that's it? Well then I guess we can start our lessons tomorrow after school than."

I look at him still trying to process the fact that my idol would be teaching me how to be more like him. My face must have looked as blank as the OSSLT (a joke with my fellow Ontarians who are in high school... I suppose the joke would work the same if I said my future instead of OSSLT) .

He laughs. The gentlest laugh I have heard ever. He gets up makes a finger gun, kisses his hand as if he is loading the finger gun. He then points the gun at me and, "pew" he pulls the trigger and winks. He then leaves me still wondering how I even had the chance to talk to Victor Nikiforov.

I hear a crash behind me and turn around to see an apologetic Phichit. I groan. No doubt he followed Victor and heard every word. I lie down with the back of my hand over my eyes.

Phichit crawls over to me and tickles me. Immediately I sit up laughing and breathlessly trying to escape his tickling hands. He smiles, "Sooooooo... 100.77 for Victor Nikiforov?"

I groan and lightly punch him in the arm, but I'm smiling.