Walls
Yuri Had never been good with sharing his feels , his thoughts, his worries. He'd spent so much time holding it all in that he's Unknowingly constructed walls around himself stopping anyone that got too close, stopping anyone who cared. This had become his reality and this is what was destroying him.
One month before the start of the skating season yuri , otabek altin and a few other young skaters were invited to compete in a once in a life time competition held in the capital of Denmark at a new state of the arc skating facility. The two were sharing a hotel flat after becoming friends at the last world championships, The flat was made up of two bedrooms, one small kitchen and a view of Denmark that anyone would die for. All of the competing skater spent there time touring Denmark, relaxing and generally having a good time , however yuri did not, he spent his time training and focusing on improving ,The only thing the small Russian did other then skating was spending time with otabek. The Kazakhstani boy was one of Yuri's only friends and the two skater had become friends after the last world championships .They had messaged each other back and forth over the summer break and visited each other constantly, enjoy each other's company. Besides spending time with Otabek, all Yuri did all day was skate.
These were one of those days
Yuri stared at the cold hard ice in front of him and let the feeling of being alone wash over him, It had been the first time in weeks had he had the ice rink to himself, the normally crowd complex completely empty except for the young blond and As the music began to play a soft elaborate melody he began to skate across the ice practicing a couple of simple jumps and getting more and more complex as the music sped up, he flew across the ice gracefully letting the cold air bite in to him. Any time he skated he was in a world of his own free of Pressure, able to fully enjoy himself , he put everything he felt in to his routine and executed the moves perfectly, as the music can to a close he let him self relax in to the ending pose with a beautiful grace. Someone from across the other side of the rink began to clap, snapping Yuri back in to reality, He turned to see his friend standing near the entrance and felt his face flush red as he began to skate towards his friend ignoring how sore and heavy his legs felt.
"why are you here"
"It's 12 o'clock at night yuri, you're be skating for 5 hours"
"Oh"
The taller boy raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle.
Yuri looked confused as he had forgot to check the time 3 hours ago.
he began to untie his skate he and slowly released how tired he was, he arms were numb from the cold and his muscles ache all over making it hard to bend his back.
"You shouldn't go so hard on yourself Yuri, the competition not for weeks" otabek said his serious voice full of care.
"Sorry dad" Yuri replied sharply making a face a his friend, otabek lips twitched in to a smile, the amount of sass the small boy had constantly made otabek laugh.
Exiting the building Yuri began to walk with him towards motorcycle parked out the front of the building.
Otabek slowly began to turn on the ingnision as Yuri slid on to the seat behind him and wrapped his arms around otabek's waist, he had done this so may times that it had become normal. They sped through the city, Yuri could feel the air whip past him as rode they reached the high way. The small boy pressed his face into to otabek's back in a poor attempt of ignoring the cold.
looking back at a the cold Russian, Otabek began to drive faster so they could get back to the hotel before Yuri fell asleep, it had happened before so it could happen again
~night~
Yuri shook himself awake, trying to remember the last time he slept for more then 3 hours, the lack of sleep slowly chiping away at the boys strength
beginning his morning routine and turning on the coffee maker waiting for it to start to make coffee but instead he was gifted with the sound of it failing apart.
"Shit" the young boy cursed in Russia as he started cleaning up the mess, he felt a hand on his solder making him jump
"What happened" otabek asked as Yuri turned to face his friend
"It broke" Yuri muttered unintelligible
otabek let out a tired grown, the older boy relied on coffee as much as Yuri did.
"let's go out to a cafe then"
Yuri let the taller boy drag him out of the flat and into a local cafe nearing the hotel filled with vintage furniture and hipsters.
"Yuri, are you ok" otabek asked concern filling his voice "you have been acting different lately"
"Don't worry I'm fine"
"Are you sure"
"I'm sure beka" Yuri replied with a grin while using his friend's nickname
"What ever you say yura" otabek grinned in return
Yuri began to sip his drink and look at the news paper when he read it
-skating legend Viktor Nikiforofu returns to skating-
Yuri was shocked, Viktor was returning to skating would mean Yuri would be up against a 5 time gold medalist, Yuri was a good skater but Viktor was something else, Viktor's a god on ice, Yuri had no chance.
" hey Yuri, are you in there" began waving his hand in front of Yuri trying to get his attention, his expression blank. He soon gave up and pulled the paper out of a shell shocked Yuri hands
After reading the headline otabek silently payed for the drinks before dragging Yuri back to the motorcycle set on getting home before Yuri began to mope.
~later~
Otabek had gotten Yuri home after the incident to that yuri didn't do anything rash, he'd gone to sulk in his room leaving otabek alone to think. He really did care about Yuri and wants him to be happy but sometimes the young Russian locks him out, refusing to let otabek help him, he new something was wrong he could see it but for now there was nothing he could do.
Authors note:
thanks for reading
this chapter a little slow since i wrote it a while before I actually published it but I promise it improves in the next chapter.
My writing has improved a lot since then
Hope you enjoy
love Loki
I've updated this chapter so I hope you enjoy