Scenarios On Ice

rewrite the stars ✶ yuika + gamon

"Yui, everyone else in the squad are either engaged, married, and heck—a lot of them are already having kids. And you're still here single as a pringle?" Hazelle was saying to her Russian-Japanese friend one morning at a Starbucks café in Manhattan as they sat across from each other.

Yui took a sip of her coffee before placing the cup back down on the table. "Who cares? It's not like I need a guy in my life to keep me happy. Besides, I'm not the only one. Aniki just broke up with his girlfriend."

"You can't be single forever, though." Hazelle stared into the other girl's eyes. "Your eyes... they're grey. That means you're depressed."

"I'm always depressed, so they're always grey." Yui took another sip of her coffee.

"It's about the whole thing with Uncle Viktor, isn't it?" The Chinese-American girl frowned.

"Obviously." Yui muttered.

"He wants to talk to you guys and apologize, doesn't he?" Hazelle advised, "Why don't you give him another chance? He's still your father."

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" Yui heaved a sigh as she ran her fingers through her dark hair. "And what about you? You're still in pretty bad terms with your parents after you've chosen to be an idol over skating."

Hazelle bit her lip, not knowing how to respond.

"Yeah, I know," Yui nodded. "Life is full of shit."

"I'm doing quite fine, though," said Hazelle, though she sounded slightly uncertain. "I have Yuto to cheer me up. But you, on the other hand—"

"Like I've already told you, I don't need a boy. I have you and the others."

"Well, it seems like we're still not enough, though. But hey, if this reminder can make you feel better—we'll be heading off to the airport soon to pick up Makka and Uncle Yuuri. Yurik and Yuki will be coming over any moment by now. The Plisetskys are staying not too far from here, they know a lot of cute guys you might be interested in."

"I doubt that." Yui snorted, drawing the cup of coffee to her lips.

The doors flew open, letting in a pair of blue-eyed siblings; the boy, dark-haired and very tall, and the girl, much shorter and with silver hair.

The boy grinned the moment he spotted Hazelle and Yui sitting at the corner. He greeted them with a wave of his hand as he and his older sister approached and joined the two at the table.

"Nii-san and Otou-san haven't arrived yet?" Yurik questioned, raising a brow at Yui.

"They'll be arriving in a few," she said, checking her watch. "Uh... two hours."

"Oh, alright then. So let me show you guys some memes I made related to the Russian elections," Yurik drew his phone out of his pocket and began to swipe through his pictures.

Yuki giggled. "You and your memes."

Yurik looked as if he had just remembered something unpleasant, his grin forming into a frown in an instant. "I don't know why I'm even still embracing my Russian side when... you know..."

Yui scowled. "Yeah, that Dicktor is Russian."

"Dicktor?" Yuki gave her siblings a puzzled look. "That's... a very interesting nickname you have for Papa."

"Hey, he's not our Papa now, remember?" said Yurik. "We call him Dicktor now. Sometimes Fucktor."

"Don't you guys think you're taking this too harshly?" Yuki sweatdropped.