Yuuri introduces the figure skaters to the world of the Abattoir agency.
Yuuri Katsuki froze when he saw the magnificence that was Tala Valkov walk toward him as he clutched the silver medal in his hand tighter.
Damn! How had he forgotten?
Victor and Yuri and the Grand Prix, that's how. So, of course, the entire stadium stares when tiny, entirely Asian Yuuri Katsuki smacks his forehead and bellows
"Bozhe moy, moya zhizn' zakonchena!" With a grin, Tala nodded and replied
"Da." When Yuuri switched to Japanese to moan, Tala simply repeated his actions, smile bright and eyes amused. Herding the bitching skater to the door, he stopped in time to ask loudly
"Oi, we taking any of the bakas with us?" Shaking his head, Yuuri paused, chewing his lip before shrugging and listing off
"Well, if they want to come, I want Victor, Phichit and Yurio, definitely. I guess Chris, and Otabek, if they did want, too. I mean, it's not like I'm bros or rivals with JJ and the others."
Tala smirked, slinging a graceful arm around the skater before leading him away again
"Up to you, Katsugan. You know moya lyubimaya-koi is always pleased to have visitors." By now, of course, the skaters were confused and not afraid to admit it. With a sigh, Yuuri squared his shoulders and said resolutely
"They do not needs must know, Tala. But it needs be said, and perhaps they should see, but if they would understand… No, I see now, this, I must do myself. Not all that glitters…"
"Is gold. Da, you understand now, why we needs must. Come, Katsugan." Rolling his eyes, Yuuri trotted after the taller young man, calling exasperatedly
"Not all of us are humongous Russian stoics, Volk!"
With that, the chase commenced. Especially since Phichit was clueless. Or it would have, were it not for the fact that a young woman in fatigue style clothing covered by a leather duster came forward, eyes dancing, she asked Victor
"You would be the Victor Nikiforov that our Yuuri's been telling us about, wouldn't you?" With a hesitant nod, Victor opened his mouth to ask questions, when she responded brightly
"Well, I don't expect you'd have heard of me, but I'm Kalina Hiwatari. I'm escorting those of you that Yuu-chan mentioned to the meeting place." When Chris asked what kind of meeting, she dead panned
"Secret naked dancing rituals, Chris-chris-chan."*
Through piling in the limo and riding through the streets of Barcelona, they wonder. Kalina shushes questions before leading them to a mezzanine. Explaining the intercom system briefly, the woman disappeared, others filtering into the room below, all decked out in cultural garb that became them. Last to enter were Yuuri, Tala and Kalina. Yuuri swished in in a beautiful black and red haori, while Kalina was decked out in a blue kosode, a stiffly suited up Tala escorting her very properly. With the intercom on so they can hear but no one in the room below can, they hear the greetings the others give Yuuri. Mainly congratulations on placing in the Grand Prix, though there is a little teasing about last year's pole dance in Sochi, it's more in a 'why didn't you invite us?' vein.
Yuuri takes the teasing with far more grace than he gives them, his calm not simply outward, now. Kalina comments cheerfully
"Calm as still water, Katsugan. Do you put on for your friends?" Yuuri sighs, his answer coming through loud and clear
"I am not their brother, Kalina. Not their comrade, not trusted with secrets, though Phichit believes he has secrets, they are nothing like the Brotherhood's." Kalina giggles, sounding like champagne, then Tala speaks over the giggles
"We do trust you, Katsuki Yuuri. That's why we asked you here tonight." For some reason, the formality makes the observers sit up, especially Phichit and the Russians. Yuuri's calm reply of
"I think I know what you'll ask, Valkov, and I know how I would answer." there is a hum of agreement, before music begins, and Yuuri joins Kalina, Tala and their friends in singing a gently hopeful piece, standing in a circle, before they finish and Tala clears his throat.
"Katsuki Yuuri of Japan, Brother of the Abattoir, we, the Council of Ten, have deemed you ready for a call to action. Do you accept that call to action, knowing what yet we may ask of you, what we may have you do?" Yuuri squares his body and answers
"I know myself, Tala Valkov. Your call, I answer, the vow I take one of mine own making. What is my duty, Councilor?" Tala smirks, as do most of the men in the circle, before announcing
"Enforcer Katsuki, we promote you to Hasetsu Area Lieutenant, further promotion pending martial training. You will receive funding to either build your own headquarters, or improve on existing structures. Your task is this: train yourself, and others, and train well before you represent. On the ice, the stage or the ballet floor. Train, and you fulfil your task." aside from Yuuri's agreement, the other skaters are unsure why his response stuns them as it does, but when next he speaks, they all freeze.
"Yes, Hasetsu will be a haven for the young and old, aspiring or tired, but only so long as my own are protected." A pause.
"You will celebrate me tonight, but I would rather celebrate the All, than the One. I claimed my family a decade ago, but this night, I stake my claim anew." another pause.
"Victor Nikiforov. Yuri Plisetsky. Phichit Chulanont. Christophe Giacometti. Otabek Altin. Mine. My own." His voice is heavy, and final and when Tala acknowledges it, he promises formally
"All that is yours, as you have claimed once and again, should you falter, we will pull you up, should they need protection, or shelter or comfort, any who can will give it. For if they are yours, and you are ours, then they, too, are ours. All they need, we will provide, if it makes you happy."
The other councilors acknowledge this, and though Yuuri later pretends to be surprised that the skatesquad showed up at his victory celebration, he really isn't. Especially when Victor slings an arm around his shoulders and Phichit clings to his waist and the others hover. It should be annoying, probably, but it isn't. Not when he just swore his life to having them cared for.
When he explains his plan to expand the onsen and improve on the rink and studio, and increase general commerce rather than build new buildings, the Squad voices approval. It is, incidentally, Yuri who later demands (in private, just them and Victor in a cuddle pile)
"We'r training in Hasetsu? With the triplets and your idiot fanboy and katsudon, right?"
Yuuri assures him that of course, they are already expected at the onsen, and Nikolai has already been invited, and everyone is excited to see them. Yuri falls asleep between the two older men (completely clothed, of course) and only pretends rage when Victor posts a picture captioned: #Victuuri #FamilyPic #VictuurioFam yuri-plisetsky Katsuki-don on every social media account he has.
The, er, aptly named VictuurioFam hightails it to Japan, stopping only to gather Nikolai and whatever else Victor and the Plisetsky men need before the next return to Russia.
Bozhe moy, moya zhizn' zakonchena- My God, my life is over!
Da- yes
baka-idiot
Katsugan- (bastardized, probably) victory eye
*I debated calling Chris 'Kiss-kiss-chan'
lyubimaya-koi- russian-japanese, roughly translates to 'my lovely love'
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