I decided to try something new :D
Just to clarify the ages during this story.
Viktor: 16 years
Yuuri: 12 years
Yurio: 6 years
Chris: 16 years
Mila: 9 years
Micky & Sara: 12 years
Emil: 9 years
#1). I am not allowed to give Yuri a new name, only because my biggest fan shares the same name and people need to know who is who
Viktor followed his coach as they walked down the crowd of fans who screamed his name and tried to climb over the fences as an attempt to grab him. Viktor smiled and waved in reply then most of the girls fainted to the pavement. One of them happened to be Minako and the boy that was with her looked upon her in shock.
"Minako?"
Viktor halts in his tracks then beams a smile at the boy then cries out in glee; "Hey there, little piglet. What is your name?"
The boy's jaws dropped then his face turned bright red and he answered, barely louder than a whisper; "Yuuri Katsuki."
Yakov turned red in rage when he saw the teenage skater coming towards him with his long silver hair blowing in the wind like a silky sheet as he dragged a young, dark haired boy along.
"Hey, Yakov! Meet Yuuri Katsuki, my number #1 fan!" Viktor cried merrily. "Can I keep him? I will take really good care of him. I always wanted a friend named Yuuri."
A little, six year old boy with blonde hair stormed towards them then yelled; "Hey, You already have me!"
"Yeah, but I said I always wanted a friend named Yuuri." Then the young skater strokes his chin and says thoughtfully; "I guess it's pretty confusing, isn't it? Wait, how about I call you Yurio?"
"WHHAAAT?!"
Viktor nods rapidly . "Yeah, sounds like a plan. From now on your name will be Yurio Plitsetsky and this is my number #1 fan, Yuuri Katsuki. Can I keep him, Yakov?"
Viktor met stares of pure rage.
#2). I am not allowed to spy on other people
"Yurio, hide!" Viktor gasped dramatically then pulled the six year old behind a nearby street billboard and kneeled down. "I've saw that person yesterday standing at the exact same spot. He's up to something, I know it!"
The young teenager points at a dark haired man wearing a long trench coat standing at the side of the road.
"Look how his eyes look around. He's nervous because he's about to do something. Maybe it's a drug swap."
"Viktor, you're nuts! Please stop watching Sherlock. You're a skater for crying out loud, not a private detective!"
Viktor simply smiled. "But I could be, if I really want to. I mean, look at that toddler that's crossing the street."
Yurio followed the silver haired teenager's gaze and saw a toddler crossing the street as he held the hand of an middle-aged man.
"Just a toddler with his dad, Viktor!"
"Hey, little children can be really mean and sly, Yurio! I can speak out of experience because the biggest and baddest kid is sitting next to me."
"Hey, I am not-
Yurio didn't get the chance to finish his sentence because Viktor grabbed hold of his sleeve then dragged him along while whispering; "Trench coat man is on the move! Let's roll!"
Tippy-toeing from one street billboard to the next, Viktor followed the dark haired man in the long trench coat. Yurio had no other choice than follow the wannabe detective, reluctantly.
#3). I am not allowed to convince the journalists (and Yurio) that Yakov tried to eat Yurio
"I'm about to let you all in on a very secretive piece of information," the silver haired ice skater whispered mysteriously as he stole glances to Yakov who stood not far away having a heated discussion with another coach.
The journalists looked at the boy with widened eyes then one of them gasped in awe; "You're finally gonna tell us how you keep your hair so shiny?"
Viktor takes no notice of the question and says instead; "This might come as a shock, but 'dear old' Yacov happens to eat little children."
The journalists looked at the teen with baffled looks.
"Yeah, yeah, ask Yurio," Viktor added then beckoned the six year to come closer. "Hey Yurio, tell them about that time Jakov bit your arm."
"I TOLD YOU, I WON'T LISTEN TO THAT NAME! Also, I can't recall that happened."
Viktor slaps his forehead as if he suddenly remembered something. "Ah yes, you were asleep when that happened. Oh well, now you know. Yakov tried to eat you."
"He was?" Yurio gasped and looked slightly frightened at his coach who finished his heated discussion with the other coach then met Yurio's eyes.
"There you are, you little…
"NO, DON'T EAT ME!" Yurio screamed in fear then sped away as fast as the wind while Viktor fell to the ground and started to roll around laughing his head off.
#4). No matter how much I need the money, I am not allowed to auction other people's stuff
"No way, no! You always buy useless junk, Vitya!"
"But Yacov, this time I want to buy these new skates," Viktor whined while clinging onto his coach arm. "It has gold glitters and they only have one pair left in my size."
"I don't care, Vitya! Your parents gave me the job to keep an eye on your expenses. You buy more junk than a regular teenage girl."
Viktor plasters a sweet smile on his face and even tilts his head slightly as he cooed; "But Yacov, I just love those skates and I promise I will practice twice as hard than normal if you give me some money."
"NO! How about you first sell some junk before you move in new junk?"
"Yacov, we are talking about skates here, not junk."
"You heard me, Vitya!" Yacov growled then walked away.
Viktor sighed sadly, but then an idea popped up in his head and his signature smile returned.
"Now tell me, what can I get for this sweet, lovely cat? She's very cuddly, but I'm not quite sure if she's potty-trained because his owner, Yurio, still pees his pants as well."
Viktor got so caught up he didn't notice the original owners of the stuff he auctioned approach him with glares of utter rage.
#5). I am not allowed to fake cry so my #1 fan will help me break free
Yuuri walked through the ice rink's hallway. Viktor texted him to meet up with him, but where was he? That's when he heard a soft tapping sound as if someone tapped on a window.
Yuuri stopped walking then turned his head to the broom closet where he saw poor Viktor peeking through the little window of the door.
"Yuuri, I knew you would come," Viktor cried out in relief and a single tear rolled down his cheek. "Yakov locked me in here because I tried to auction Yurio's cat and Mila's ballet shoes. I mean, how would I know she still uses them? Skaters don't use ballet shoes, they use skates. Anyway, can you bust me out?"
Yuuri thinks for a moment then shrugs, nonchalantly; "Erhm, sure?"
"YUUUUUUURRRRRIIIIII!"
Yuuri stops walking then darts his eyes around before finally looking up. That's when he sees Viktor leaning out one of the upstairs window.
"I'm so happy you could come so quickly, Yuuri!" Viktor cried out and Yuuri saw tears pop into the young skater's eyes. "There's a spare key under the doormat. Could you help yourself inside then come upstairs and break me free from my room? My papa grounded me because I threw a party last night."
Yuuri shrugs; "Meh, okay."
"Yoo hoo, little piglet!"
Yuuri turned around and found Viktor peeking through the little window of the broom closet, again. Viktor's eyes start to water and…
"Yuuri, can you bail me out? Yurio locked me in here because I draw cat whiskers on his face."
Yuuri sighed deep then walked to the door to bail Viktor out but suddenly someone wrapped an arm around him and forced him to walk away from the door.
"Hey there, pork cutlet! Please walk with me!" Yurio said then starts walking straight past the door and down the hall dragging Yuuri along.
Viktor squashes his face against the glass and sniffles sadly as he watches them disappear out of sight.
"Little piglet, come back. I need you."
#6). I am not allowed to refuse doing things by saying I'm not allowed to do it
"Viktor, give me back my phone," Chris growled when he found his friend changing all the ring-tones.
Viktor, not taking his eyes off the phone, smirks; "Sorry, Chris, no can do."
"And why not?"
"Because I'm not allowed to."
"W-what?" Chris stuttered, clearly stunned as he watches Viktor leave with his phone and without another word.
Maccachin decided to take a closer look at Yurio's cat then gave it friendly nudges with her nose. The cat however didn't like it and started hissing and growling.
"Viktor, tell your dog to leave my cat alone!" Yurio yelled infuriated when he saw the young skater sitting on the floor beside the animals and doing nothing else than flipping through his Instagram.
Viktor, not taking his eyes off his phone screen rolled his eyes and answered; "Sorry, Yurio, but I can't."
"Why not?!"
"I'm not allowed to."
Yurio clenches his fists and starts boiling in anger. "Says who?!"
Viktor simply smiles.
"Why is it so hard to find my stuff around here?!" Yakov roared infuriated as he starts turning everything upside down in his office to find his pen.
Viktor pokes his head inside and smirks; "Because I took the liberty to clean it. It was a real mess in here. Yakov, you are a very messy and disorganized person."
"Be one to know one!"
"Hey, I'm am not…
"Where did you leave my pen?!" Yakov cut the young teen off.
Viktor thinks for a moment then says; "I'm really sorry, Yakov, but I can't tell you. It's against the rules."
"Say what now?!" Yakov roared with an aggravated growl.
Mila walks up to Viktor and sighs; "Everyone is talking about how you drive them crazy all day. Is it so hard to just obey once?"
Viktor sighs dramatically, hand against his chest then replies with sweet voice; "Mila, I really want to, but I'm not allowed to do things other people tell me to do."
#7). No matter how bored I am or how much fun it seems, I am not allowed to ride a basket down the stairs
"Ready little piglet?" Viktor asked when he positioned himself behind a large laundry basket, keeping it balanced at the top of the stairs.
Yuuri wasn't really sure if his new friend's idea was such a good idea but still nodded then grasped both edges of the basket and leans forward to make room behind him for Viktor.
"GO!" Viktor cried in glee then slipped behind Yuuri, causing the basket with them inside, fly down the stairs with rapid speed. "WHOO-HOO!"
"WE ARE FLYING!" Yuuri yelled excitedly.
Chris sauntered inside through the front door then didn't even get the chance to look at what danger he was in before Viktor, Yuuri, and the basket crashed into him. Chris tumbled over.
"I am so sorry, Chris," Yuuri cried as he and Viktor skid with basket and all out the door.
Viktor cackled madly, especially when they proceed bouncing with basket and all into the pedestrians on the street.
#8). No matter how grumpy and lonely Yakov looks, I am not allowed to play matchmaker
"Hiya, Yakov!" Viktor sang skating towards his coach who sat on the side bench looking like a storm was coming.
Choosing to use a careful tone of voice, Yakov asks; "What do you want, Vitya?"
"I have found the perfect lady for you."
"What?!"
"I took the liberty to make a profile for you on a dating site and…oh, ouch, let go of my ear!"
Minutes later…
"Oh, Yakov?!"
The old coach sighed angrily. "What?!"
"I've found you a lovely little lady to settle down with. She's so sweet and maybe she can teach you to be nice and…ouch, please don't."
An hour later…
"Yoo-hoo, Yakov! I've organized a date for you with-no, ouch, not…my…other…ear."
Four hours later…
"Hey Yakov!"
Yakov's angry glare said enough.
#9). I am not allowed to force Yurio into dressing up as Olaf
"Hey, Yurio!" Viktor cried and skid onto the ice rink towards the little six year old, holding a white sheet and a carrot. Before the kid knew what happened he looked like a copy of Olaf. "Come on, say it, Yurio."
Yurio penetrated his eyes furiously into Viktor then growls; "No! I've let you humiliate me for far too many times! Enough is enough!"
"That's not what Olaf says," Viktor replied, a smile still plastered on his face then squeezed the little kid into a bear hug. "Winter's a good time to stay in an cuddle, but put me in the summer and…"
Realizing he won't get out of the hug any time soon, Yurio growled reluctantly; "I'll be a happy snowman."
"Well, you don't look much like a happy snowman," Viktor cried with a pouty lip then tried to force the little boy's lips, upwards.
"Vitya, leave Yuri alone!" Yakov growled off the side bench. "It's about time you start with your own routine!"
Viktor glances at his coach quizzically before bursting into an uproarious laughter. Yakov's eye starts to twitch and the young skater knows that's his cue to run.
#10). I am not allowed to challenge Chris to hold his breath until he turns blue
Sara is doing her skate routine with her twin brother, Micky, when she sees Chris sit on the side bench with his cheeks puffed then asks worriedly; "Chris, what are you doing?"
Chris looks over then waves and points at his cheeks. Then he points at his throat and shakes his head.
"I think he's imitating a chipmunk that swallowed a largely sized nut and now he can't talk," Yurio commented, who stopped his own skate routine to look at the crazy sixteen year old.
Yuuri shook his head. "No, he's just being an idiot. He can't talk because he's trying to hold his breath." Chris applauded.
"He's kinda freaking me out!" Micky growled as they proceed watching Chris hold his breath for another minute.
Sara nods; "Yeah, please stop. You're going to kill yourself if you don't breath any time soon." For another twenty seconds they watched Chris and saw he slowly turned blue.
Yurio sighed and closed his eyes tiredly. "The adults is going to kill us if we just stand here watching Chris blow up from lack of air."
Micky nods agreed then Sara begs worriedly; "Chris, you can stop now."
Chris rolled his eyes at them, completely blue in the face and shakes his head.
"You proved your point! You can hold your breath, now stop!" Micky scowled.
After another twenty seconds, Chris finally picks up the hand mirror he had lying on the bench beside him and peers into it and discovers his face is blue. Satisfied he lets his breath out, breathing in and out with deep exhales. Then he slowly looks over to see three very confused faces.
"Okay, just when you think things can't get weirder," Yurio finally said, being the first one who dared to break the awkward silence. "Why did you do that for?"
"Are you consider trying to join the swim-team or something?" Micky asked.
Yuuri shook his head. "Nah, Viktor challenged him and said if he could hold his breath until he turns blue, he would show him his Eros, though, I'm pretty sure he only promised it so Chris would leave him alone."
Micky face palms himself and mumbles; "I think I never met someone that stupid."
Right on cue, Viktor storms onto the rink holding a flaming branch in his hands, screaming; "HEEEELLLPPPP, FIRE! FIRE! I LIKE FIRE BUT FIRE DOESN'T LIKE ME! HEEEELLLPPPP!"
Yurio looks at Micky, slowly, then smirks; "And you were saying?"
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