Hello! Second chapter up. For my readers, I know that adoption can take awhile but for the stories sake I've speed up the process. I want to focus on the relationship between Yuri and Katya not on the adoption although throughout the story I will allude to how she settles into her new family and a little about her old one.
Disclaimer: I don't own YOI no matter how much I wish I did.
Twenty year old Yurio muttered darkly under his breath as he leaned against the wall in the ice rink. He'd been skating for as long as he could remember and he loved it, but something felt different about this season.
For the life of him, he couldn't get excited about either of his programs. He wondered if this was how Victor felt the season before he took off to coach Yuuri Katsuki. If so, then maybe Victor had the right idea.
For the first time in his life Yurio didn't want to skate. What was the point if he couldn't convey his emotions to the audience. Maybe he should talk with Victor or maybe Otabek. Leaning back against the wall he closed his eyes and sighed. Yurio had never felt like this. He felt static and unmoving.
"Brother Yurio!"
A smile graced his face as he turned around. He knelt down and Arina bounded into his arms. He stood back up and moved her to his hip, "what's all the noise for?"
Arina giggled, "we're getting a new sister! I'm so excited."
Yurio frowned. He hadn't heard that piece of news. Although he had moved out of Victor's apartment when he had turned eighteen, he still was over there just as much. In fact he had met them for dinner and they hadn't said anything.
"What do you mean," he asked the overly excited child in his arms. He would never admit it but Victor and Yuuri's sister had created two beautiful children. Arina had Yuuri's and Mari's dark black hair but it was paired with Victor's aquamarine eyes. In other words, she would be a heartbreaker when she was older. Alexei on the other hand had Victor's unusual silver hair and the dark brown eyes the Katsuki family was known for.
Arina smiled and shook her head, "daddy and papa said not to tell you. You have to find out for yourself." She wiggled and Yurio set her on the ground. Before Yurio could stop her, she ran off. Yurio scowled. If she was here then that meant Victor or Yuuri would be here. He twirled around with a glare. "Yuuri!"
The good natured Japanese man turned on the ice as Yurio skated towards him. Yurio grabbed his shirt and started to shake him. "What did Arina mean? You already have your hands full with the twins, plus your skating career. You don't have time for anymore children."
Despite the words he was saying, there was an underlying tone of worry. Yurio frowned as Yuuri merely smiled and pet Yurio's blond hair. "I didn't know you cared," Yuuri said with his eyes closed. "Don't worry. We won't forget you. You'll always be our stupid oldest child."
"You…you," Yurio growled out.
Suddenly someone wrapped their arms around Yurio's waist. He struggled but the arms only got tighter. Victor plopped his head down on Yurio's. "Yuuri's right. You'll always be part of our family no matter how big it grows."
That wasn't what Yurio was worried about AT ALL, but deep down some part of him was relieved. He pulled away from Victor and crossed his arms. "So what did Arina mean?"
Victor grinned and it was a grin that Yurio knew well. It was a grin that told Yurio that Victor had some plan and Yurio would have no choice but to go along with it. He slung an arm on Yurio's shoulder and guided him towards the wall. "Yuuri…you can take the rink while I talk with Yurio. Practice your FS," Victor called over his shoulder.
Yurio grumbled as Victor led him towards the wall not denying the small snack or water that Victor handed him. He was hungry and the last time he ate was early in the morning. Victor crossed his arms as he leaned back. "You need a change."
Yurio coughed. How had Victor known what Yurio had been thinking? Victor laughed, "I assume you know what I'm talking about."
"How," Yurio spluttered. "How did you know that?"
Victor sighed, "because it's exactly how I felt right after winning my fifth gold medal. I got over it by heading to Japan and coaching Yuuri but I have an idea on how to help you."
Yurio frowned, "what do you have in mind?"
Victor grinned and leaned forward so that he could whisper in Yurio's ear. A few seconds later, he pulled away with a howl, "what!"
Victor pushed him out the gate. "Nope. I've already spoken it over with Yakov. He agrees with me. No skating until you bring her with you."
Yurio scowled, "idiot! I don't even know who you're talking about. How can I bring her here if I don't know who to look for."
Victor pushed a piece of paper in his face. "You can find her at this school. Her name is Katya Milkhailov." Victor waved Yurio off with a stupid grin on his face. "Hurry back soon."
Not for the first time did Katya's mind drift back to the adonis she had run into at the ice rink. She had never seen such perfection and she blushed just thinking about him. She pushed up her glasses, she didn't really need but used anyway to help her remain under the radar, and stood up to leave the classroom.
Katya wondered if he would be at the rink today. She was still deciding on if she should head over there or head back home. The left side of her stomach winced reminding her of what had taken place when she had gotten home last night.
"Did you see what she was wearing," Katya heard as she clutched her books to her chest. It was Nina Petrov who was the most popular girl in school. In an ironic twist of fate Katya and Nina used to be best friends but after the accident Nina had done a complete 180.
"I know. It looks like she's borrowing clothes from the flea market," whispered Anastasia Romanov, Nina's new best friend. "Maybe you should donate some of your old clothes."
Nina snorted, "like they would fit her. She's way to big."
The two girls trailed off in giggles and Katya tried not to let the words get to her. However, it didn't work and Katya felt a tear work it's way down her cheek. She quickened her steps needing to get away and she was almost at a run by the time she was out the door. However, she slowed down when she noticed a small group of girls whispering and pointing towards the gate.
She followed their gaze and froze. It was the blond haired adonis from the ice rink. Why would he be here?
Deciding that he must have been waiting for his girlfriend something that which made Katya's heart ache, Katya began to walk in the other direction. All of a sudden someone grabbed her by her shirt pulling her backwards. "Hey! Don't walk away from me," he growled.
Katya swallowed and slowly turned around looking down at the ground. "I…I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to run into you," she trailed off when she realized he wasn't speaking.
Biting her lip, she glanced up, "um…this is about the other day?"
The young man before her sighed and shook his head. "No," he said curtly. He reached over and grabbed her bag, "come on. Let's get to the ice rink. My future is riding on this."
Katya blinked in confusion as he walked over to a very pristine sports car. He threw her bag in the back then turned back around, "are you coming or what?"
Katya jumped but ran to climb in the passenger side. As soon as she shut the door he gunned the gas and they were speeding away. Katya tried to begin a conversation but the young man didn't respond so the car ride was spent in silence. Finally they pulled into the ice rink and Katya had no choice but to follow the sullen blond all the way inside.
To her surprise there was a small crowd waiting. The nice man she had met yesterday Yuuri was there as was the silver haired man. Beside them was Alexei and another young child who had to be Alexei's twin. They looked too much alike. And what really was surprising to Katya was that her Uncle was there…and her social worker.
Katya swallowed nervously as everyone turned to stare at her. Unconsciously she leaned back against the young man behind her confused and a million things spinning through her head. Yuuri at least had a warm smile which was comforting. He stepped forward, "hello again." He grabbed her and pulled her towards the small group. "I know you must be wondering what's going on. We have something to tell you."
Katya blinked, "we?"
Yuuri nodded, "let me introduce you." He pulled the silver haired man forward, "this is my husband Victor Nikiforov." He glanced over Katya's shoulder. "Yurio. Can you watch Alexei and Arina?"
The young man behind Katya who she now knew to be called Yurio grunted in response. "Come on runts."
He stalked off to the ice with the two young children running after him. Katya startled as she felt a gentle hand on her arm. Glancing over she saw Yuuri who was still smiling. "Come on. We have a lot to talk about."
She let herself be pulled over by Yuuri and to her shock she was set in between Yuuri and Victor rather then over by her Uncle. Her Uncle growled, "why have I been called here in the middle of the day? I have rather important business and I must be getting back."
Katya would have flinched at the underlying harsh tone but she was somehow relaxed when she felt a warm hand on her back and someone began to speak. Expecting Yuuri to be the one speaking, she was surprised when a voice she didn't recognize spoke up. Victor frowned, "we are here because things have come to light and if you cooperate then you'll never be bothered again."
Katya stilled at his words. How had they noticed? She was sure that she had hid the bruises as best as she could. No one should have known.
Her uncle narrowed his eyes and sensing an argument, Katya's social worker quickly spoke up. "Victor Nikiforov and his husband have offered to take Katya off your hands Mr. Mikhailov."
Hearing those words, Katya let out a soft gasp. After the accident and she was sent to live with her uncle, she had thought no one would want her again. Her uncle sneered, "good riddance. Let them have her. I never wanted her anyway especially after she killed my brother and his wife. Where do I sign?"
Katya's eyes burned with the effort of hiding tears. She hadn't really killed her parents but she as good as did. They had been coming home from a ballet recital and once they had pulled up to a stop light, a semi-truck had hit them head on. Her parents were killed instantly and it was even a miracle that Katya had survived. She was sent to live with her uncle but in his anger at losing his brother he began drinking and took his anger out on Katya always blaming her for the accident.
Her social worker pulled out papers and pushed them in front of her uncle. "If you could just sign here."
Katya began breathing fast. "Isn't this going a little to fast? I mean…did you even check these people out?"
Unaware that she had been shouting, her social worker smirked, "Katya…really. I know you don't keep up to date on celebrities but I would at least have thought you would have recognized the two sitting next to you especially after they gave you his name."
Katya whipped her head back and forth between Yuuri and Victor both of who were smiling in amusement. Yuuri took pity on her and pointed to Victor, "Victor is a professional ice skater. He won the Grand Prix Final multiple times and other numerous competitions as well. He's a living legend."
Katya blinked in shock as she stared at Victor. He merely smiled some strange stupid smile. Victor pointed back at Yuuri, "he forgot to mention that he's also a professional ice skater. He's won just as many awards as I have."
Her social worker sighed, "because of who they are, they've streamlined the process. They have more then enough to take care of you until you're of age and not to mention they're also the legal guardian's of Yuri Plisetsky."
Unable to speak, Katya watched through blurry eyes as her uncle signed his name. After both Victor and Yuuri sighed the paper's, he stood up to leave without so much as a goodbye. Her social worker didn't say anything but simply took the papers and also stood up to leave, "I'll take this and drop it off." He smiled softly at Katya, "congratulations Katya."
She still didn't move even when he left. Her tears began running down her face until she was sobbing hard. She soon found herself wrapped in a strong embrace and she had never felt so safe since she lost her parents. After a few moments, she was able to pull away. She wiped her eyes. 'Why," she asked brokenly.
Her question was directed at either of them and it was Yuuri who answered. He gently reached up and brushed her tears away his direct gaze never leaving her's. "Because I saw something special. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."
"Yuuri is correct." Victor reached over and placed his hand over Yuuri's. "When he told me about you I knew I couldn't leave you alone. Welcome to the family Katya."
It was to much for Katya. She covered her face in her hands as her tears began anew but this time she was wrapped in both of their embraces. As she soaked up physical comfort for the first time in a long time, Katya was happy to be alive.
"Ahh, but now the fun starts," Victor said with a smile.
Yuuri frowned, "Victor. She just was adopted. I don't think she needs anymore news."
Victor shook his head, "nonsense. They need to begin training together so she needs to learn or otherwise it won't work." He bounded off and Katya wondered if this was normal because Yuuri merely sighed in slight annoyance. "Come on then. When Victor says something he means business."
Katya was confused. "I don't understand."
Victor reappeared and threw work-out clothes at Katya. "Put those on and join us on the rink." He once again left them alone. Yuuri sighed, "Victor has it in his mind to pair you up with Yurio."
It suddenly dawned on what he meant. "WHAT!"
Yurio frowned as the motley group spilled onto the ice. He was still fuming about this decision that had been made without his consent. However the more he mulled it over in his mind maybe Victor was right.
It was clear that Yurio needed a change of pace and if this is what Victor thought then maybe he should try it. Although the girl they had chosen had to be a mistake. She didn't even know how to skate.
Alexei grinned. "Katya," he cried out as he skated over to the trio. "Did papa and daddy tell you the news?"
Katya gave Alexei a shy smile and nodded, "yes."
Alexei reached up and grabbed her hand, "well then…you need to learn how to skate. I'll teach you."
Having enough of her brother hogging Katya, Arina decided to skate over as well with a pout. "No fair Alexei! I want to teach her."
Victor sighed and rubbed his forehead as the two began bickering. "Alexei. Arina." They instantly quieted. "The only one who will be teaching Katya will be Yurio."
Yurio almost slipped and fell in his shock. He glared at Victor, "what the hell old man! When was that decided?"
Victor smirked, "just now. Yuuri is busy with his own programs and I have my other students. Besides if she's going to skate with you anyway…this way she'll get used to you." Both Yuuri and Victor grabbed one of the twins and speed off before Yurio could say anything.
"Um..if it's to much I'm sure I can just learn on my own," a soft voice whispered.
Yurio inwardly sighed and turned to gaze at the young lady. He had thought this the first time they had run into each other but seeing her up close, he was taken away by how beautiful she was. She had long dark golden hair that was tied up in a messy braid and big blue eyes that held a touch of sadness.
Yuuri and Victor had told him about this young girl and how she had been abused so Yurio knew he would have to be careful.
He shook his head, "it's fine." He held out his hand, "let's get started."
Stay tuned!
