Author's Note: First off, I don't own Yuri! On Ice, I'm not that lucky. Second, this is the sequel to one of my other stories Ring Exchange.

This story will have multiple chapters, I'm not sure how many yet, it depends on how long they end up being. It'll probably be somewhere around 3-5. This first chapter is broken up into a few parts, the first one (and a half?) in third person, then Victor's pov, then Yuuri's, and lastly Yurio's. Hopefully it's not too confusing to follow, they're broken up by lines. I hope you like it, don't hate me please!


Yuuri wasn't sure how it had started, the fight between him and Victor, their first big fight as a married couple. Sure, they had squabbled and had a few petty arguments before, but this had been so much worse than all of them combined.

After a significant amount of screaming at each other and pointing fingers, and ignoring any opportunities to compromise, they had retreated to separate ends of their apartment, as far away from each other as they could physically get without leaving the apartment.

This resulted in Victor pacing restlessly in the upstairs study, fuming about nothing, because frankly he couldn't remember what exactly they had been arguing about in the first place either. Being stubborn, and feeling the need to get the last word, which he had before storming out of the room and leaving Yuuri to himself, he told himself he sure as hell wouldn't be the one to go and apologize first.

Meanwhile, Yuuri was curled up into a ball on their bed, sobbing uncontrollably into a pillow. Makkachin gently nudged his nose into Yuuri's stomach in an attempt to cheer Yuuri up.


An hour later found Yuuri, fitfully sleeping on the bed after crying himself to sleep, and Victor slumped over in his chair in the study in a position that was sure to leave a cramp in his neck in the morning, and Makkachin, fed up with his childish owners, sleeping on the couch in the living room.


When Victor woke up the next morning, with a severe crick in his neck, he realized Yuuri had already gone to the rink to practice, even though it was an hour before they normally left the apartment.

Gathering his clothes to shower, he was surprised to find the bed unmade. Yuuri always made the bed before they left for the rink. He quickly shoved the thoughts bouncing around his head out, trying to focus on the residual anger he felt from last night.

After showering he went to the kitchen to get breakfast, stretching his neck and trying to work out the kinks.

Makkachin was avoiding him, he had quickly scampered out of the room after eating his breakfast not allowing Victor to pet him.

So you're taking his side on this one? Traitor. Victor thought to himself as he silently ate his breakfast. Grabbing his duffel, he made his way to the rink at a leisurely pace, trying to quiet his angry thoughts.

What were we even arguing about? It doesn't matter, I was right about it, whatever it was. But Yuuri seems genuinely hurt, even Makka is mad at me, and he's my dog for crying out loud!

These thoughts and more went back and forth across his mind as he walked towards the rink, causing him to be even more agitated by the time he got there than he was when he left the house originally.


Yuuri woke up an hour earlier than normal, and wanting to avoid Victor, quickly changed, grabbed a granola bar to eat on the way to the rink, his duffel bag, and left after putting Makka's food in his dish in the kitchen.

When he walked out of their bedroom he was surprised to find Makkachin sleeping in the living room. He always slept in their bedroom either on the bed, or at the foot of the bed when they kicked him off to have a little fun.

I guess he's mad at both of us, Yuuri mused.

One of the benefits of getting to the rink this early was how quiet it was.

After getting married he and Victor moved to Russia so that Victor could continue on as his coach and still train to compete under Yakov.


Because of this, even though he would never admit it, Yuri Plisetsky, affectionately referred to as Yurio by Victor and the pork cutlet bowl, had grown close to the two older men and had begun to view them as family.

As soon as he arrived at the rink, only to find Yuuri there practicing by himself with Victor nowhere to be found he knew something was up.

Yuuri had no idea he was there, he was too focused on the ice. Yuuri wasn't skating a specific routine, instead he was skating a compilation of all of his previous programs with no rhyme or reason.

Yurio was struck by how it was both dysfunctional and graceful at the same time.

"Damn it, this is pretty bad, what the hell happened between them?" Yurio hissed quietly to himself.

This is going to interrupt practice and cause all sorts of drama. As soon as the hag knows something's up she's not going to let it go until something, or someone breaks. He thought angrily.

When Victor arrived at the rink a few minutes after he did he was surprised when Victor pretended to ignore Yuuri. But he was unsurprised when Victor flinched as Yuuri flubbed a jump and hit the ice hard after noticing Victor walk in.

Yurio would never admit it out loud, but he secretly cared about Victor and Yuuri, and hated to see them like this. He hoped whatever the issue was, that it would be resolved soon, so that they could all go about their training as usual, but also so he wouldn't have to watch two people he cared about deeply, and who care for each other deeply go through the pain they were now.