Otabek Altin climbed off his motorcycle, pulling his helmet off in one swift movement. He was going to go find Yuri Plisetsky today; he desperately needed to speak to him. He had seen Yuri many years before, and had since that moment been in need to meet him. It just wasn't that possible when they were competitors, and Yuri had a bit of a temper, so he couldn't find an opening. All he knew was the moment that he was able, he would take Yuri to the temple. If it meant that he had to follow him to do it, then, well… he would.
He stared across the street at Yuri Plisetsky as he ran towards a darkened alley. He was soon followed by about 8 girls with whiskers on their faces and cat ears on their heads. Yuri's Angels. Otabek knew that this might be the chance that he was waiting for, so he replaced the helmet onto his head and hopped back onto his motorcycle, revving the engine. Then he did a U-turn and zipped around the block to Yuri, avoiding the Angels as he drove. He smiled, knowing that this was exactly what he was after. As soon as he drove around to the other side of the alley, he spotted Yuri cowering against a door. He grinned, slowing the bike and calling out to him.
Yuri looked to him desperately, but Otabek had the feeling that he didn't recognize him, which annoyed him. He scowled beneath his helmet before he removed it, but he knew they had little time. The girls would be attracted to the chugging of the engine, which meant that they would be around the corner in moments. When the girls rounded the corner and called out, naming him as Otabek, Yuri looked to him with a surprisingly awed look on his face. Otabek knew smiling would freak Yuri out, so he just told him to get on the bike. Yuri, seeing he had no choice (unless he wanted to be jumped on by a group of effervescent girls), took the helmet Otabek had thrust into his hands and put it on. Hopping on the bike behind Otabek as he replaced his helmet, he placed his hands on the seat of the bike and stared into the sky. At a stoplight, Otabek turned around and looked at Yuri, the blissful look on his face making him turn back towards the road and blush.
He looks so cute when he does that- thought Otabek, but he got a hold of himself and shook his head, dispersing the thought. He just focused on the road, until Yuri leaned in close and yelled,
"Where are we going?!" The feel of Yuri's breath on his ear made him shiver, but he managed to reply,
"You'll just have to wait and see." Yuri did not seem satisfied, but seemed to understand that he would get nothing else out of him. Therefore, he leaned back and breathed in deeply, taking in the fresh air being blow in his face. Otabek was annoyed; he liked having Yuri right up next to him.
So he sped up the bike.
Yuri, surprised, reached out and held onto Otabek's waist tightly, sighing in relief. The wind blew in his ears now, making it so that he wouldn't be able to hear Yuri even if he tried, but he was okay with that. The feel of Yuri's arms around his waist made the blush on his cheeks rise, and a conspiratorial grin lit up his face. He wasn't worried in Yuri saw him blush; he could just blame it on the wind. Plus of riding a motorcycle; there was a lot more room for error.
Otabek still had to slow the bike at intersections, but the fact that he sped up once made Yuri much more focused on self-preservation than before. He held Otabek's waist no matter how fast they were going. Otabek could not stop smiling, which was something he'd never been plagued with before. He had to admit; he kind of liked it.
They reached the temple by nightfall, but Otabek knew as soon as Yuri got off the bike that he was incredibly confused. Otabek ushered him out to the banister, which gave them a view of the whole city. It seemed to calm Yuri, and Otabek loved the feeling of the wind in his face. Otabek chose at this moment to speak to Yuri about the day he met him at Yakov's summer skating camp many years before, but Yuri didn't remember meeting him there. Otabek bristled; he did not have to admit that this annoyed him, because it showed on his face. Yuri did not seem to notice though, but he wasn't talking, either. He actually seemed mad. But Otabek knew as soon as he the 9 words he had been thinking since that day that Yuri would open up. So he went for it.
"Yuri Plisetsky had the unforgettable eyes of a soldier." He continued to stare out on the horizon, but the shocked sound Yuri made told him enough.
"A soldier?" he said, surprised. Then he turned to the city and described his skating experience, and it reminded Otabek a lot of his own. Otabek explained that he had to move around a lot, and he only made it back to his home rink in Kazakhstan the year before, but when he said he wanted to bring a gold back for his country and Yuri tensed, he mentally cursed himself for making such a stupid mistake.
"Why did you bring me here?" Yuri asked, this being question he had been wondering about since Otabek had stopped the bike. Otabek shrugged.
"I always thought we were alike." Then he asked, "Are you going to become friends with me or not?" He turned to Yuri, and the look that Yuri gave him warmed him from his heart outward, and he could not ignore the tingle that ran up his arms when Yuri reached out to shake his outstretched hand. And he could not ignore the beating of his heart as it continued to speed up.
I just want to be his friend- he told himself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to his feelings than that.