Yuuri in Russia
Summary: Two Russians and a Japanese walk into a pub. The Japanese manages to unintentionally say something that pisses off the younger Russian. A series of chapters detailing Yuuri's life in Russia with Viktor. It wouldn't be Russia without Yuri Plisetky's constant presence, of course. Just a funny little thing that I'll update every once in a while.
Off the Ice 1: So it Starts
"Hey, Katsudon, get out of the way." Yuri shoved him out of the way so that he could stomp into the apartment. Yuuri rubbed his side where Yuri's bony shoulder made contact with him, but otherwise didn't remark against him. He was already used to the Russian's antics. Whether that was good or bad, he didn't know. Viktor had given them the keys to his apartment because he would be arriving much later than the two of them. Apparently, Chris had invited him drinking the night before their flight, and they had become so drunk that Viktor decided to extend his stay in Barcelona so that he could avoid going through airport and reported while hung over. Yuuri offered to stay with him, but Viktor shooed him away, telling him that it would do him some good to bond with the ball of anger that was Yuri. Yuuri rolled his eyes. If you could call snide remarks and jokes at his expense bonding, then yeah, the two had bonded nicely.
"What are you even doing here, Yurio," he grumbled, pulling in both of their luggage into the apartment. As far as he knew, Yuri was already living with Yakov and Lilia.
"Hah? Trying to kick me out?" Yuri scowled from the small entrance hall.
"No, no. Only you would think that," Yuri managed to get all the luggage in, and started taking off his shoes. Yuri scoffed, and proceeded to raid the kitchen.
"Fucking gross," Yuri exclaimed from in front of the fridge. Yuuri scrunched up just nose, imagining all the rotten food that was stashed away.
"Is anything edible," he tentatively asked, standing by the table.
"Beats me. I don't want to touch anything in there even with an eleven foot pole," the blonde gagged, "smells awful and I think I saw something move."
"Don't be dramatic," Yuuri walked over to the fridge and opened it. He nearly threw up, and quickly shut it.
"Told ya," Yuri plopped himself on the grey couch. He glanced around for the tv remote, but gave up when he saw it was by the tv. Much too far away to reach.
"Let's go to a convenience store, then," Yuuri stated walking towards the front door again.
"No way. Go by yourself. I'm tired," Yuri grumbled.
"We haven't eaten since we left Barcelona," Yuuri deadpanned. Yuri grumbled, and turned over in the sofa. "Fine. Leave me stranded in Russia being able to speak less than basic Russian." Yuuri walked out and closed the door behind himself. Yuri flipped back over on the couch to glare at the ceiling.
"Oi! Katsudon –" he stormed to the door and poked his head out the door. His face came face to face with Yuri's beige scarf and blue coat. Yuri looked up, and the Japanese man had a smirk on his face. Yuri scowled and blushed.
"Do put your shoes on, Yurio. I'll wait right here."
"Shut up!" Yuri chuckled and waited for the younger male to finish putting his shoes and jacket on. They left after locking the door.
The next three chapters have been pre-written and will be released on a weekly basis on Saturdays. After that updates will become irregular unless I prewrite more in the following three weeks. Of course, YoI isn't mine, and I make no profit out of this. Instead I am fueled by my love of these characers and your response/reviews, so please drop on by.