It had been exactly one year now since Yurio's very small family had grown by two new members. It wasn't exactly an easy task, moving everyone around in Victor's home so that everyone could fit, but they made it work and finally everything had fallen into a normal type flow of things. The morning would start exactly as it always did. Yuuri was already up having breakfast, Victor was still in bed for a little while longer, and Yurio would usually get up a few minutes before that. Usually, but today was different, because when Yurio opened his sleep filled eyes and glanced at his phone clock, he all but flung himself out of bed.
"Crap! I'm late!" Yurio called from his bedroom, and was soon heard ungracefully falling down from his bed and scrambling about. "Stupid Victor... Giving me the smaller room- I can barely move in here!"
Yuri heard this from the kitchen, and looked up from his morning coffee to the clock on the stove. It was only 6:30, which was much earlier than the time Yurio usually got up on off days like today. Having noticed that, he really had no idea what the other was talking about. However, as Yurio's disgruntled, bed matted head poked itself into the kitchen, he knew better than to question it.
"Good morni-." Yuuri greeted, watching as the blonde skidded to his shoes and proceed to hop on one foot in an attempt to get them on.
Yurio stopped mid-hop (having finally gotten his shoe on) and gave his former "rival" a quizzical look. Finally, he seemed to remember what he had exclaimed at the beginning of the morning and half faced palmed, half ran his fingers through his tousled hair.
"Whats so great about this morning!? Didn't you just hear me complaining, Pig?" He stated in a calm voice, which contradicted his statement a bit as he walked over to the fridge and took out a bag of bread. "I'm late and my bedroom is too small."
"Then what are you late for?"
Popping the bread into the toaster and placing a clean cup on the counter, Yurio turned back to the brunette and triangled his fingers in front of him, making a gun like shape in his direction. This was what he usually did when he had to explain something he felt was self-explanatory or make a point. A sudden cry cut him off, though.
"Waahh! What a sweet scene to greet me this morning!" Victor exclaimed, suddenly stepping into the kitchen. "Both my Yuris are awake and no ones figh-"
"Don't cut me off!" Yurio exclaimed, turning back to Victor for a moment. "I was just about to tell your 'wife' over there and what I'm late for is none of his business!"
"Late!?" Victor gasped, his face dropping in shock. "You're not pregnant, are you!?"
"W-what? I can't get pregnant, you dumbass! Ugh, whatever!" The blonde's ears reddened up and he suddenly raced off in the direction of the front door, leaving both of the older men to raise a curious eyebrow. "I'll be home late!"
"Dinner is at 7!" Yuuri called after the boy, waving to him as he raced out the front door. "We love you!"
Yurrio stuck his tongue out, focused more on furiously running to get to whereever it was he apparently needed to be. He ignored the various callings from Victor and the other Yuri from behind him, feeling a darker blush rise on his face as a result of both that and his running.
"Stupid bastards... Love them too..." He sighed.
Running may not have been the best mode of transportation for this task, especially considering how cold the air was outside. It stuck in his throat and practically froze his somehow burning lungs the deeper he sucked it in. Still, he figured that this was a type of universe driven punishment for stupidly not setting his alarm clock and now being dead late for this VERY important task. Golden beams of sun were just barely dipping atop the horizon, poking between the various buildings that Yurio passed by on his run. They offered him just a bit of warmth, and made the job a little more bearable- but that soon had to take his attention away from it to look at the clock on his phone. 7:00 on the dot.
"Crap! Now I'm really gonna be late!" He quickly picked up his pace, racing as fast as he could when-
"Yurio!"
For the record, he wasn't clumsy. He didn't see the crack in the sidewalk because that bastard had distracted him! Yurio tripping and wiping out on the cold cement was because of someone else's fault and not his-
"What the hell is HE doing here..." Yurio groaned, turning his eyes skyward.
Otabek Altin; one of his closest and most beloved friend, had just been randomly standing a short distance away from where Yurio just so happened to be running. Now, he was looming over Yurio, curious eyes inspecting the blonde for any signs of injury or whatever. Instead of injury, he would probably find a large frown on Yurio's face, which was so deep that it actually hurt him.
"Otabek, what the hell are you doing here!?" Yurio demanded as the other yanked him to his feet.
"Is that really how you great your best friend?" He replied in a teasing tone, suddenly ducking a sudden swing from the other.
"You bastard! I'm already late as is! I don't have time to be dicking around with you!" Yurio growled, about to take off again when the other stopped him.
"Where you heading? Maybe I could-" A sharp punch in the arm caused Otabek to turn silent suddenly.
"And have you know where I'm going and what I'm up to!? Not a chance!" Yurio said, suddenly checking his phone again. "Its 7:10!?"
With a sudden cry of frustration, he reluctantly turned back to his friend, casting an apologetic gaze to the ground and huffing. As much as he REALLY didn't want anyone to come with him, he also really needed to get to his destination on time before anyone else got there. With another huff, Yurio finally looked up and rubbing his face with his palm.
"I need to get there in the next 15 minutes and I need you to keep your mouth shut on where I went today, got it?" Yurio snapped, running his fingers through his hair.
"Sure thing." Otabek assured him, taking Yurio's smaller hand in his. "Where to?"
"The courthouse."
