A/N: HELLO! This will be my first ever YOI fanfiction. I can't wait for season 2, so I have immersed myself in the fandom. So I hope you all enjoy my story, and if you do, please give me a review. Thanks guys!

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Disclaimer: I sadly do not own YOI.

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Yuri Plisetsky walked along the cold streets of Moscow. It had been snowing all night last night, and Yuri had not been able to sleep very well. He was carrying only a few items with him, along with his cat Potya. Potya had been asleep for quite some time, his breathing the only thing showing his signs of life. Yuri sighed, and continued to walk the rest of the way to the ice rink. Today he had to do something that he would never have done if he didn't have Potya.

Yuri had to ask for help.

Not for himself, no. There was no way in hell that he would ever ask anyone for help if he didn't have Potya. In fact, once he found a place for Potya to go, he wouldn't dare ask for more. Yuri wouldn't be someone else's burden. Eyes stinging at the cold, Yuri shivered and held Potya closer. If Yuri was this cold, there was no telling how cold his beloved cat was.

'Finally.' Yuri thought as he made his way inside the ice rink. It was significantly warmer inside than it was outside, and Yuri closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth.

"Ah. Yuratchka. You're early." came a voice. Yuri opened his eyes to see his coach Yakov standing before him.

"Sorry." Yuri said, removing his coat and revealing Potya inside. No longer asleep, Potya stared up at Yuri with wide eyes.

"You've brought the cat?" Yakov had never been very fond of cats.

Yuri nodded.

"Um…Yakov…I…" Yuri gulped and swallowed his pride. "I was wondering if…if you would take him." Yuri said, not meeting Yakov's gaze. Yakov looked at Yuri strangely.

"Why? Is something wrong?" he asked. Yakov knew Yuri. He knew how much he loved his cat and how he would never give him away voluntarily. He also knew that Yuri wouldn't be asking if he didn't have a very VERY good reason.

"Nothing major, just…my grandpa has developed an allergy and says we can't keep him anymore…so…I was wondering if you or someone I know could take him…for a while." Yuri said.

Yakov let out a sigh he didn't know he had been holding. He was afraid it was something major.

"Oh, Yuratchka. I can't. My place doesn't allow for pets." He said, giving him a sad smile.

Yuri nodded, petting Potya's fur. "I understand. It was a lot to ask of you." He sighed.

Yakov thought for a moment, then took out his cell phone, typing away.

"What're you doing?" Yuri asked.

Yakov sighed. "Just wait, impatient child." After about a minute of silence, Yakov's phone dinged.

"Ah. Yes!" Yakov smiled, which was a rare sight in and of itself.

"What?" Yuri asked, curious.

"Victor and Yuuri said they'd take him. If…if that's okay. They live in a house, unlike me, and can pretty much have as many pets as they'd like." Yakov said.

A part of Yuri was frustrated at the thought of Katsudon and Victor taking care of his baby, but the other part of him knew he couldn't afford to be picky. At least not in his situation. He should be thankful that they were willing to care for him. At least Potya would have a warm place to sleep at night.

Yuri sighed, but smiled slightly. "That would be a big help. Thanks." He said.

Yakov smiled and pat Yuri's head. "They were on their way here anyway. Victor and Yuuri wanted to work on their pair skate routine."

Yuri nodded and looked down at Potya. He would miss his cat terribly, but it couldn't be helped. This week had been the worst week of Yuri's life, but he wasn't about to show it. People would look at him differently. They would pity him. Fuck that. Yuri didn't need anyone's pity.

FLASHBACK

"Grandpa! I'm home!" Yuri called as he walked through the door. His grandpa didn't answer him, so he yelled again.

"Grandpa! Are you home?!"

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Silence still graced the house.

"Come on, old man! Say something!" Yuri yelled one more time.

When he received no answer yet again, Yuri sighed. He looked around the room, but only saw Potya laying on the couch. His grandpa must be taking a nap or something. Yuri went to his grandpa's bedroom and opened the door to see his grandpa laying on the bed, seemingly asleep. Yuri sighed and went to wake him. There was no telling how long he'd been asleep for.

"Grandpa?" his hand went to shake his grandpa awake. He shook, but Nikolai didn't stir. "Grandpa?" Yuri called again.

When Yuri didn't receive an answer, he shook harder.

"Hey! Grandpa! Wake up! I'm home! Let's go get dinner!" he said.

Still Nikolai didn't stir.

"Grandpa?" Yuri started to worry now. He went to grab Nikolai's hand, and stopped in his tracks. His grandpa was cold. Very cold. Yuri went straight to his wrist and tried to find a pulse. There wasn't one.

"Hey…grandpa! Stop this…it isn't funny!" Yuri's eyes went wide and shook Nikolai harder. His grandpa's body lay still.

"Grandpa!" Yuri's voice was cracking now. "You can't do this to me! Don't leave me all alone! I need you! Don't leave me!" Tears were flowing down Yuri's face now. "Come on, grandpa! Wake up! PLEASE!" Yuri wailed.

At this point, Yuri didn't care who saw him acting like a baby. He just needed help. Someone who could wake up his grandpa…

Yuri dashed out the house and ran next door.

"Zenobia! HEY! HELP!" Yuri yelled. An elderly lady answered the door soon after Yuri started pounding on it.

"Yuratchka, whatever is the matter?" she asked.

Tears were now freely falling from Yuri's face.

"Grandpa won't wake up! He's gone!" Yuri wailed. Yuri didn't care how much of a baby he was being right now. He just wanted help.

Zenobia, seeing Yuri's distress, quickly called 112 and waited for emergency services to arrive. They were unable to revive him, as he had been dead hours before they arrived. Yuri was now truly all alone in the world, save for his cat.

Unfortunately, as Yuri came to find out, Nikolai did not own his home, he rented it. So unless Yuri could continue renting the place out, he would have to find somewhere else to live. Of course, Yuri had money in his bank from all his figure skating winnings, but those went directly to a savings account that he couldn't access until he reaches the age of majority. He wouldn't be 18 for another 2 and a half years.

"Do you have anywhere you can stay until you get sorted out?" asked one of the men who had been talking to Yuri.

Yuri nodded, knowing damn well that he had nowhere to go.

"Okay, good." The man smiled at Yuri, but Yuri didn't smile back. Instead he glared at the man with a fire in his eyes. He had spent too many tears tonight, and he wasn't about to cry in front of a stranger.

He would get through this. He would. Yuri Plisetsky had the eyes of a soldier.

And a soldier marches on.

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A/N: Okay, so…yeah. I think I just depressed myself writing this. But I'll update soon.

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