Moscow: Rostelecom Cup, GPF Qualifer Short Program (1.08)

[yuri_plisetsky]

The Rostelecom Cup is the last event of the 2014 ISU Grand Prix of Figure Skating series. In the men's figure skating division, two competitors -- Otabek Altin of Kazakhstan and Christophe Giacometti of Switzerland -- have secured their places in the Grand Prix Final. The remaining four slots will be determined by the final standings of the six skaters competing in Moscow, based on their scores in previous ISU Grand Prix events:

- Michele Crispino (Italy): 3rd Place, NHK Trophy
- Yuuri Katsuki (Japan): 2nd Place, Cup of China
- Seung-gil Lee (Republic of Korea): 2nd Place, NHK Trophy
- Jean-Jacques Leroy (Canada): 1st Place, Skate Canada
- Emil Nekola (Czech Republic): 3rd Place, Skate Canada
- Yuri Plisetsky (Russian Federation): 2nd Place, Skate Canada

As the competitors arrive in Moscow, two particular skaters are the focus of much press and fan speculation. Fifteen-year-old Yuri Plisetsky is making his senior debut in his first major competitive event in his home country, after a strong showing at Skate Canada in Kelowna, British Columbia. At the same time, Japanese skater Yuuri Katsuki has arrived in Moscow with his coach, the long-reigning world champion Viktor Nikiforov, and based on his remarkable performance at the Cup of China in Shanghai...

...but all of this is only to be expected from the official press coverage.



On the ground, the reality is a little more complicated than that.

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[fivetimechamp]

At each of these competitions, he's backed off a little further, let Yuri do a little more of the talking, and it's paid off. Yuri will never be a naturally comfortable public speaker, but he's doing exactly what he ought to do: answering concisely and clearly, attempting a little levity, acknowledging the difficulties he's faced and the challenges yet to come. He's nervous, and exhausted, but even when he glances sidelong as if to make sure Victor is still there beside him (as he always is, always will be), he doesn't falter.

Nothing distracts him aside from the crowd reactions to Yurio's short program, the Agape Victor had created as a way of reminding himself what his duties were, when his heart lay so far away from everything he knew he should be, ought to do. Even when Yuri glances that way, he doesn't, stays focused on this moment and this interview.

(It's been made clear to him that their interest and support aren't welcome, momentary excitement in the kiss and cry aside. If Yurio would prefer to cut Victor out of Agape and out of his life altogether, it's a wish Victor can respect.)

The reporters won't be distracted, however, and soon enough Yuri is back to chatting with them, as Victor maintains a carefully bland expression of satisfaction. (After Yuri's dismay that morning in Shanghai, he has no desire to give the media any more fodder than he already has.

At least, not since he regained his sanity after his joy at Yuri's most recent perfect performance.)

[yuri_plisetsky]

It might be too late in the program to gather up all of the threads of the story he'd meant to tell, but here at the end, Yuri can push himself through the steps and spins by drawing on that sentiment he'd articulated so hesitantly all those months ago: Even if it's not perfect, even if it hurts, he feels better for trying. He won't give into despair or regret, because this is all for something bigger than himself, so much more important than these scant few minutes under the flash and glare of lights and cameras. And although he feels like that last combination spin is threatening to fray his nerves at the edges -- damn it, it shouldn't be this tough, not now -- he can pull himself through with his own power, into the rising spirals, reaching for the peace and joy that he alone can represent here in the city of his birth.

(As he strikes the final pose and the high, clear music fades away, the sensation of the cooling sweat on his face invokes the thinnest of memories, the fine mist of a freezing-cold waterfall somewhere more than a thousand miles away.)

Crude muscle memory often takes over in these immediate ending moments, when the higher thought processes are still somewhere else and post-performance fatigue is on the point of commandering everything above the brain stem. Drop the pose, partial turn, acknowledge the crowd. Start moving again before your joints lock up; avoid whatever's landed on the rink surface so you don't break your kneecaps tripping over a wrapped flower or a random plush object. And usually, all of this is enough -- except that one of Yuri's fans has an aim that should qualify her for her country's Olympic marksmanship team, because the cat-eared headband that she tosses out onto the ice lands squarely on Yuri's head, giving him a pair of pointy white ears that couldn't match his Agape costume better if they'd been part of the ensemble all along.

Bad enough that the crowd's cheering gives way to the kinds of fevered squeals that had greeted him at Sheremetyevo. Still worse that the final skater on deck to see all of it in real time is Jean-Jacques Leroy. And when he greets Yuri at the gate with loud applause, a sweeping bow, and a drippingly faux-polite 'Oh, ladies first', Yuri has to dig deep into his dignity to fight the urge to emasculate the asshole Canadian on the spot with a toepick to the groin. I forgot there was someone even more annoying than those two...JJ!

Yet he still has the judges' verdict to come, and so he storms off to get his skate guards and jacket. For whatever reason, Yakov doesn't start in on the lecture the second they're in the kiss-and-cry. But when Yuri plops down to sit in the most inelegant pose he can come up with on short notice -- leaning back, arms tucked behind his head, feet propped on the table, knees up and spread wide, giving the main camera a prime view of his crotch -- his coach has to at least make the effort to enforce decorum, where the microphones won't pick up.

('Sit up straight,' Yakov snaps. 'I'm stretching,' Yuri snaps back, not entirely a lie.)

As the scores come up, it's hard to say whether the 98.09 or the 2nd place designation is more irritating. Because the first day of the Rostelecom Cup isn't over for him just yet. Right outside the rink's main entrance are the press and the sponsors and the skating federation, all circling like sharks who've scented his blood in the water. He'll have to make it through tonight alive before he can face whatever awaits him tomorrow.

[theglassheart]

One of the instantly relieving things about Yurio and his coaches appearing up on the jumbotron is that it's basically the whistle that means he can be done here. Unless a specific reporter decides to follow him and pursue a specific line of questioning, it'll be time for Yurio and his coaches to come over here, and stand in front of the cameras and microphones, being subjected to the same round of questions as befitting his skate just finished.

The score, like the surprisingly strong end to his skate, isn't all that terrible. Even if Yurio looks like he could burn a hole through the space in front of him just by staring at it. While sitting there in what looks like he picked or planned for the most rebellious way possible. The cute white cat ears he'd left perched on top of his head both detracting from the belligerence of the image and making him look even younger in it.

Yuri does stare at the number for what feels like a long moment -- possibly feels more than is, because the reports around him become a buzzing murmur of at least half of what is buzzing in his own head. That Yuri is still the holding the first place score.

(The other half is a quiet swallow at the memory of the weekend before this one,
what had happened when he'd stayed in first at the end of the Free Skate day.)

His eyes drift for a moment to the tall purple-clad figure of Jean-Jacques Leroy on the ice, talking to his coaches. A hazy memory of whatever, still not understood, conversation he'd tried to have with Yuri or Victor before Yuri went out mixing with the knowledge the Canadian had pulled gold in Skate Canada, taking first place in both his short and free skate.

That this performance would or could shift all of it again.