Yin and yang
20-year-old Yuri Plisetsky twisted and twirled as he slid along the ice during practice. Yuri Katsuki and Viktor stood at the edge of the rink. Only Viktor was they only one of the two actually on ice. Katsuki had decided to take a year off in order to look after their adopted son and since Yakov retired from coaching, Viktor had taken over as his coach for this year's competition in a few weeks.
In the empty stands a lone emerald eye traced his every movement as its pair hid under thick black bangs. The woman to which owned these eyes smiled as she pulled her waist length hair into a high pony tail. She wore one of Yuri's old t-shirts, one he'd bought five years ago when hunting down Viktor in Hasetsu, it was a little too big for her petit frame and it hung off of one shoulder revealing two straps. She also wore dark grey form fitting jeans and high heeled ankle boots
Daniella De La Cruz.
It had been two years since he'd met her and he couldn't be happier. Not that he ever shows it - well in public that is. Little was it known that the ravenette in the stands had the blonde wrapped around her little finger. Yuri had grown a lot since his debut as a senior skater now easily the same height as Viktor. He had a much more manlier figure. But his hair and sense of style hadn't changed much.
"Yurio, you can stop for the day," Viktor called once he had finished his routine. Yuri glided over snatching up his bottle and blade guards. Once he was off the ice he climbed up the stands and plopped himself next to Daniella, making her giggle.
"Tired?" She giggled resting her head on his shoulder as she watched the other Russian skaters glide around gracefully.
"hardly," he scoffed. They stayed in relative silence for a bit as Yuri gulped down the bottle of water. Yuri though about how he had met her and smiled slightly hiding it behind the bottle.
Daniella stood glaring at the man in front of her, one of the other Russian skaters had her cornered at the skating rink. She had been there because her father had been assigned as a judge for this year's event.
"C'mon little lady, why don't you just go out with me? I would give you the time of your life," He murmured huskily.
"Like I said I don't want to," She whimpered. The Russian was about to say something when he suddenly crumpled to the ground revealing an extremely pissed off 'Russian punk'
"She said no, dumbass, geez, you're always causing trouble" The other skater slunk off somewhere "That idiot didn't actually do anything to you did he? It would be a pain if he did"
"No, he didn't, thank you"
"Be careful" Yuri growled before turning away and marching after Yakov.
Yuri looked down to see that she was starting to dose off on his shoulder. "Oi. Don't sleep yet, let me get changed and we'll go home"
Yuri stood leaving his stuff beside her as he wondered to change out of his sweaty clothing. A lot has happened since he met her; Viktor and Yuri had gotten married in the states, Yuri had fallen for her after spending time with her at his events, he'd confessed not long after, she'd moved in with him from her home country now with a Russian citizenship and recently something had possessed the two Nikiforovs to adopt not only Yuri but a younger 5-year-old child. Yuri still went by Plisetsky to save the confusion.
In the changing rooms he changed from his tight fitted black t-shirt and tights into a fresh tight fitting t-shirt with a black hoodie unzipped, his favourite leopard print jersey also left undone and ripped black jeans. He then reached into the pocket of his jeans fishing out his dog tags that Daniella had given him for his birthday, one with each of their names and leopard print engraved into the front and back then traded his skates for some black sneakers. Shoving his clothes into his bag, he slung his bag over his shoulder and exited the changing rooms to see Mila chatting with his girlfriend.
"Oi, hag, what are you doing annoying Dani?" Yuri demanded none too gently.
Daniella smiled "Be nice, Yuri," She purred.
"I was offering to take her clubbing,"
"I can tell you now it's a no," Yuri stated pointing to a yawning Daniella. "Let's go kotenok," Yuri walked over and scooped up the small woman making her squeak.
"Sorry, Mila. Yuri! put me down! I can walk!" Daniella protested.
"Just take it and sleep like you want to," Yuri groused carrying the squirming girl bridal style.
Yin and yang
A few weeks later Yuri woke up in his hotel, Daniella snuggled into his side as she slept peacefully. They were currently in France for the first stage in this year's grand prix competition. Daniella's home country. Yuri shifted slightly as he moved to get ready for practice causing Daniella to stir.
"Yuri?" She mumbled as she gripped his wrist before he could stand. "Where are you going?" Yuri gave her a tender kiss as he coaxed her to release him.
"I'm going to get something to eat for us then head to practice, sleep a bit more dorogoya, I'll be back soon"
"Pain au chocolat si tu plat" Daniella mumbled into the pillow as she fell asleep again. Now Yuri wondered the streets of Paris France as he headed towards the normal place he went for breakfast since he got here.
His face was uncaring, hands shoved in his pockets of his track suit pants, hood up avoiding any form of eye contact. Yuri was beginning to think he was bi-polar, he laughed at himself for this. Daniella was the only one he would ever show that soft side to outside his performances on the ice. She just naturally drew it out of him, he only let it be drawn out in private, but even in public she was still treated differently, so different that people could tell.
I can't believe that meek little girl now has me wound so tightly around her little finger. He chuckled. Without realising Yuri had arrived at the place. He shrugged buying a chocolate Danish and something for himself and started heading back.
Once he had walked back through the door he saw Daniella pull her long sleeve crop top over her head. Tugging it down she noticed him frozen in the doorway and blushed. Yuri then gained his sense back, shaking off the lust that clouded his mind.
"Here, kotenok, breakfast" Yuri eyed the outfit as he handed her, her breakfast, her favourite black jeans fit snuggly from her waist down and matched with the black crop top but it left her stomach bare. "Are you going to put a jacket on or something?"
"Why? What's wrong with it?" Yuri turned her to face him and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close. In turned she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I see nothing wrong with this top, chouchou,"
"Of course you don't, because you are just unaware of how sexy you look"
"Isn't that good?"
"Yea. When we are alone. I can tell you now guys will be drooling over you," Yuri huffed making her laugh. Yuri leant in so their lips were a breath apart, "If you want I can help you change," he purred, his Russian accent getting thinker making her shiver as he moved to close the gap only to be interrupted making Daniella back away blushing madly.
Viktor burst in grinning like an idiot as he greeted the two, completely ignorant to the situation. "Yurio, Daniella you're both up how great!"
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking, idiot?" Yuri snapped at his adoptive father.
"But you wouldn't have answered," Viktor stated.
"That's the point!" Yuri growled "You don't see me just randomly walking into yours and little piggy's room do you?"
"Because you are always too busy with Daniella"
"Viktor, ty velikiy idiot, (Victor you are a giant idiot,)" Yuri hissed. Daniella blinked dumbly.
"Yes, yes, now it's time for practice before the competition starts" Viktor laughed as he exited the room. Yuri gnashed his teeth in anger but anger changed to shock when a kiss was placed on his cheek
"Bon chance, mon cher, à bientôt (Good luck my dear, see you soon)"
"Spasibo moya dorogoya (Thank you my darling)"
Kotenok = Kitten
Chouchou = sweetheart
Dorogoya = darling
