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Notes: There will be '*' sign. You can check note at the end for explanation.

Italic for conversation in English

Beta'ed by PureRedCrane


Previously...

"Dedushka. He stayed with me when I was waiting for you. He..." Yuri trailed off when he realized he didn't know the man's name at all. Turning to the kind stranger he asked. "What's your name?"

Chuckling at the sheepish attitude of the boy, the man thought that the boy might be actually embarrassed for not asking this sooner. "My name is Yuuri. Katsuki Yuuri."


Chapter 2

Unexpected Rendezvous

"And my name is Phichit Chulanont!" The other young man with caramel skin chimed in with huge bright smile adorning his face.

"Hey...Phichit...You're scaring him." Yuuri said as he caught the other's arm.

"Eh? Is that so?" Phichit looked at the Russian boy before them, whose eyes widened at the two men. "Eeehh...Sorry, sorry." he said, putting his hands together in front of his face as he crouched down so he could see straight into the boy's eyes.

The boy nodded slowly, unsure. "It's...okay..." he said to Phichit before darting his blue eyes back to the man with glasses, "Uuh...Your name..."

"Hmm?" The man looked at him with a soft gentle smile, bending a little bit. "Yuuri. My name is Yuuri."

"Yuri*...?" the boy repeated.

"Yes. Yuuri." Yuuri nodded, his dark brown eyes carefully watching the boy's confused expression. "What about you? What's your name?" The boy blinked at the man before grinning.

"My name Yuri too!" His small hands clenched into tiny fists as he waved them excitedly. Turning to face his grandfather, the boy relayed the talk to him. "Dedushka! This man's name is Yuri too! We has same name!" The oldest man of the group laughed.

"Is that so, Yuratchka? What a coincidence." Nodding knowingly, the bearded man looked at the tourist and extended his hand towards the man who shared the same name as his grandson. "Mr. Yuri? I'm Nikolay Plisetsky. N-Nice to meet you." Nikolay stuttered his words a bit, not sure if he said the right thing or not. But judging from Yuuri's response, Nikolay knew he said the right thing.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Nikolay." Yuuri said as he stood up straight, taking Nikolay's hand and giving it a firm confident shake.

"Hey...Don't forget me..." There came Phichit's whine. The dark skinned man was still crouching in front of the Russian boy, his finger poking the cold concrete beneath them as the three others were busy with their own introductions. A soft laugh came from Yuuri. He politely let go of Nikolay's hand and patted his friend's shoulder.

"Sorry Phichit. We didn't forget about you." Yuuri said to Phichit, who pursed his lips, sulking at being ignored.

Phichit seemed to want to say something, but one small outstretched hand slipped into his vision and made him look at the hand's owner. His gaze was rotating from the boy to the hand then back to the boy again, sending a question through his confused gaze.

"Yuri! I'm Yuri!" the boy said rather loudly. His voice gained the outsiders' attention, who stopped short before ignoring them and going back to their own business. There was a small scowl on the boy's cute face as he waited for the sulking man to take his hand.

Phichit was taken aback and he might not have responded if not for Yuuri patting his shoulder again and calling his name.

"Ah? Ah yes. Nice to meet you...Nice to meet you, Yuri!" Phichit said. "I'm Phichit Chulanont. You can call me Phichit. Phi-chit."

Phichit looked eager to make Yuri call his name. It was as if the boy was a baby and he was the father of the baby, who was about to say his first word. The three adult listened to Yuri try to call the name. The boy struggled a bit at the foreign name, but then the name rolled smoothly from his lips when he actually said it.

"Yes. Phichit!" The owner of the name looked joyful as he leaped high with his hands up. Two stunned Russians stared at Phichit, who took out his phone and typed something on the device. It was Yuuri who took their attention away from him.

"Sorry about that. Phichit has always been...easily excited." the young man said to them with an awkward smile on his face. Yuri looked back at Phichita and then at Yuuri before sharing a glance with his grandfather. The two held their gaze for a while before sending laughter into the air.

"...Eh?" Yuuri blinked his eyes, confused at the sudden laughter from the two. "What?"

"Eh? What are you laughing about?" Phichit looked away from his phone to stare at the two laughing Russian, and then he looked at his friend, who shared his confusion. Both foreigners waited and stared with eyes wide due to unexplainable confusion as the pair of grandfather and grandson laughed at their own secret joke.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to laugh like that." Nikolay said, failing to realize that he said this in Russian and both black haired young men didn't understand it.

"Uuh..." Yuuri grunted, his hand reaching the back of his head as he looked back at Phichit, who shrugged his shoulders, showing his nonexistent ability of understanding the language.

It was the young Yuri who finally explained after he could put his laugh down. "Sorry...Phichit...He is like...my father..." the boy said while stifling his soft laugh.

"Father?" Phichit repeated the supposedly familiar word of English dumbly as if the word was a complete stranger to him. Yuuri looked at his best friend from head to toe, trying to solve the mystery of Yuri's word before giving up and looking at Yuri for an explanation. "What do you mean, Yuri?"

"Years ago, when I was still a small baby...Grandfather often recorded videos of me..." Yuri started with his hands posed as if holding a camera, "And in that video, father was very happy when I said my first word. I said papa that time, then he started sending messages and called his friends." His small hands were now raised in the air, trying to portray the excitement his father had showed in the video he saw.

"Ooh...I see. Well, Phichit sure looks excited as well." Yuuri said, looking at the other man with a grin on his gentle face. Both Yuuri and Yuri exchanged a smile before a groan came from Phichit, making the three looking at him.

"What's wrong, Phichit?" Yuuri asked worriedly when he saw the upset expression on the usually extra cheerful friend.

"I'm hungry..." Phichit answered, his hands placed on his stomach to emphasize the hunger he felt. "Let's go find the others and go to the restaurant Georgi recommended." Nodding his agreement, Yuuri told Phichit to ask the other how they would tell the Russians about them leaving. Smiling a bit awkwardly at Phichit's expression, the glasses wearing man turned to face Yuri and Nikolay.

"Well, we have to go now." he said, reaching out his hand to pat the blond head.

"Ehh? You go now? Why?" Nikolay's eyes widened when he heard what his grandson said.

"Hey...Yuratchka. He has a place to go. You can't hold him back." he said, reprimanding the boy, who was now pouting.

"But..." Yuri's bluish green eyes flickered to his grandfather before meeting the gentle and understanding brown eyes hiding behind glasses. "Okay...Goodbye." Smiling, Yuuri resumed patting the fluffy bright colored hair.

"It's nice to meet you, Yuri. And Mr. Nikolay too." he uttered, looking at the grandfather with soft smile. Nikolay laughed softly with his hand resting on Yuri's small shoulder.

"It's nice to meet you too. And...thank you for...staying with Yuri..." He seemed to want to say more, yet the limited English hindered him from doing so.

"It's no problem. Yuri is a good kid." Yuuri responded with a smile, seemingly able to understand what the grandfather wanted to say. Turning a bit, he called his friend, who was still on his phone. "Phichit. You have to say bye too."

"Oh...Okay." Looking up from his phone, Phichit approached them with a strained smile. "Well, I sent message on our group chat. All of them have seen it, but no one's replied yet." He waved his green cased phone, informing Yuuri about the chat before squatting in front of the little boy again.

"Yuri. It's sad that we have to part. But let's cherish this small moment and keep it in our memories." He started while fiddling with his phone a bit. "Let's take a selfie together." Phichit grinned at the boy before standing up and held both of his hands out toward the boy. "Here, I will hold you in my arms, and then let's take a selfie of four of us." The boy easily agreed, and he raised his arms toward the chocolate skinned man.

"Okay!" His cheerful answer made Phichit immediately swoop the boy into his arms. Out of nowhere, a black selfie stick had attached to his smartphone and Phichit already sought a good angle for the selfie. "Hey! Yuuri! Come here. Let's take a selfie." he called while still moving his selfie stick to different angles, the boy in his arm waved his hand to get some attention from the glasses wearing man who had had his phone out after Phichit told him about the group chat. Nikolay chuckled at their excitement.

"Mila is typing." Yuuri informed, walking towards them as his gaze still attached to the phone's screen.

"Oh? Is that so?" Phichit replied uninterestedly, still tilting his selfie stick. "Oh! I got it! Yuuri come here! Mr. Nikolay, please stand closer to us."

Reluctantly, Yuuri walked into the space as he stood beside Phichit. Nikolay stood close to the grinning Yuri, who had his hands cutely making 'V' signs.

"Okay. Smile..." Phichit said while clicking the button. The 5 seconds timer started, giving the four time to adjust their pose. Two small ringtones caught Yuuri's attention at the same time when the timer started.

"Mila has replied." he said, looking at his phone again.

"Hey hey, Yuuri! Not now..." Phichit's eyes blew open when Yuuri checked his phone again. He knew that the message probably was from Mila since his phone chimed too, but they were only 3 seconds away from the photo captured. Oh no, 2 seconds. Yuuri!

"Mila says that they are already in restaurant and we have to go there by ourselves. She even sent a photo stating that they already started eating." Yuuri said with a frown.

"What?!" Phichit turned his head to look at the Yuuri's screen.

*ring*

"E-Eeh?!" The sound brought Phichit's attention back to his phone which had mercilessly took their photo of unready state. Without putting the blond boy down, Phichit took his phone and checked their photo. Yuuri was palming his face as he raised up his other hand to show his phone at Phichit, who had wide eyes and mouth opened, shocked at what was displayed on Yuuri's smartphone. Yuri was able to maintain his pose and was even grinning widely, Nikolay looked at both young men worriedly.

Staring at the photo taken, Phichit sighed, muttering about how he would still keep it and they could take another photo later. Opening his chat app, he pouted at the pic from Mila and the group eating fancy looking meals. Georgi was looking proud with all the delicious looking foods and each member in their group had excited faces. It was as if he was the one who created all of it.

"So we just need to find this restaurant?" Phichit asked Yuuri for confirmation. Before the other man responded, Yuri cut in gleefully.

"I know this place." A wide proud grin, which somehow looked very much like Georgi, showed up on his childish face.

Yuuri looked at the blond haired boy, holing up his phone. "You know this place, Yuri?"

"Un!" Yuri nodded as he looked at the picture. "Dedushka! Look! Isn't it papa's restaurant?" he asked in Russian while pointing at the picture.

Curious, Nikolay moved closer to take a look when Phichit showed his phone to him. His eyes narrowed slightly to see the small detail behind the group. "Well...it does look like it. But I'm not sure. There could be other restaurants that have the same look."

"But look!" The boy whined, wanting to prove that he was right. "There is Makkachin here!" Phichit looked at the thing Yuri pointed at. On the end of the table was a taupe colored tissue box, which resembled a dog. Both Yuuri and Phichit watched as Nikolay's face grew contemplative before nodding.

"Well, I guess you're right. It could be your papa's restaurant."

Then another message filled in, this time it was from Georgi. 'I will show you the chef.' As soon as the message came, another pic showed up making Yuri shout.

"It's papa! Dedushka! Look! It's really papa!"

Both foreigners looked confused at them, only catching the word 'papa.' they looked back at their phones to see Georgi standing beside a white haired man, who was smiling widely. His white colored clothes told both of them that he was the chef.

"Right. You're right. It's really your papa." Nikolay said with a gentle smile adorning his face while patting the blond hair. "And I think you should explain it to these two foreigners."

Looking at Phichit and Yuuri, who seemed dumbfounded, the small boy said. "This..." He pointed at the white haired chef. "...is my father."

Both Phichit and Yuuri looked at their respective phone, and then Phichit beamed at the boy. "Cool! What a coincidence. I think we're fated to meet here."

Yuuri sighed at his friend's antic. The glasses wearing man was about to type a reply to their group chat when he felt someone pull him backwards. "Eeh?!"

"Yuuri! Smile!" Phichit shouted. Yuuri looked up at the end of selfie stick to see that the timer had started again. With a dumbfounded look, he stared up at the device and stretched his lips into an awkward smile.

A small familiar ring sounded again from Phichit's phone and Yuuri let out a sigh as he stood straighter to check his phone again. Behind him, Yuuri could hear Phichit complaining about his smile, which he had learned to ignore after knowing the selfie addict for years.

Typing about that him and Phichit would come over soon, Yuuri dully listened to Russian words being exchanged between the young blond boy and the elder until he felt something colliding and latching onto his pants. Looking down, he saw Yuri grabbing onto his left leg. Seeing no chance to crouch, he bowed until he was close enough to the boy. "What's wrong, Yuri?"

Confused by the grin displayed in Yuri's face, he listened closely to black haired boy's words. "We will go with you to father's restaurant!"


With a soft smile, Yuuri watched the little boy chat animatedly with Phichit as they walked side by side. His friend protectively held Yuri's small hand. Glacing sideways, the glasses wearer saw a wondering smile on Nikolay's face. "Mr. Nikolay?"

"Oh?" Nikolay turned to face the young tourist. "What is it, Mr. Yuuri?"

At the way too formal calling, timidly Yuuri said. "Yuuri is fine." He rubbed the back of his hand shyly. Being called mister by someone older made the glasses wearer feel like far older than his real age.

Nikolay laughed bemusedly at the response. 'Younglings. Feeling not used to being called Mister.' he thought while correcting himself. "Yuuri."

Now that Nikolay's attention was on him, Yuuri went flustered, thinking that he might sound rude for asking something personal. "Umm...You seem a bit..." Yuuri raked his brain to find the right word to describe Nikolay's expression, yet still easy to be understood by a non-English speaker. His hand making unnerving gestures, similar to Yuri's hand motion, made Nikolay chuckle again.

Remembering the word his grandson had uttered a moment ago, he said,. "Your friend is like Yuri's father. But you look like Yuri."

Feeling lost and confused by the older man's words, Yuuri's hand stopped moving before he pointed at himself. "Me?"

Nikolay laughed again, amused enough that he used his native language again. "Yes, that." Looking ahead to see Yuri was still talking with Phichit, the grandfather raised his hands in front of him, not forgetting to say in English. "Yuratchka, he...often moves his hands."

Yuuri saw Nikolay wave his hands slightly, resembling his grandson's and what he just did. Stretching his lips, Yuuri found himself chuckling at that.

Chuckling along, Nikolay rested his gaze on his beloved grandson. "Yuratchka is...shy child...He is not close to his friend. It surprise me when he...want to be with you. It never happen before."

Listening closely to the mumbled sentences, Yuuri held his gaze to the elder before looking at the blond haired boy, who was now, once again, in Phichit's arms. Offering no word, he listened to Nikolay again.

"He must be lonely without his mother." Nikolay said solemnly, yet the young man beside him could understand nothing.

"What did you say?" Yuuri asked, feeling concerned at the tone of Nikolay's voice.

Shaking his head slowly, Nikolay said. "Nothing. Just old man's wishful thinking." He went back to his native language, giving Yuuri no chance to understand. Maybe it was better that way. This man was a stranger and he couldn't burden him with his little family's problem.

Accepting that he would hear no more, Yuuri faced forward again. Watching Yuri and Phichit's interactions with soft gentle smile, the glasses wearing man partly wondered whether what he just heard from Nikolay was right or just the grandfather using the wrong words, because the talkative boy he saw didn't seem to be a shy one. Yuri met his gaze when he first asked him and he continued to do so when they talked. Little Yuri couldn't be a shy child in Yuuri's opinion.

Soon, the four of them stood in front of a homey feeling restaurant little Yuri had led them all to. Wriggling in Phichit's arms, he asked to be put down and then he marched right into the restaurant. With soft smile, all three adults followed the boy inside and they were welcomed by a warm welcoming feeling the restaurant provided. Before them, Yuri was looking around the area, looking for someone.

"Ohh! It's them! Yuuri! Phichit! Over here!" Both looked to one corner where the rest of their group had gathered. Standing near the group was a tall man with short white hair, who followed the group's attention, turning his head towards the entrance.

"Papa!" Calling out loud, Yuri strode gleefully towards the standing man, who then picked him up with a huge smile adorning his face.

"Yuri!" a smooth deep voice filled the space as high pitched joyful shrieks resonated along with it.

Entranced by the excitement radiating from the two, Yuuri's heart beat faster as his pair of brown eyes traced the attention stealer's scene of affection.

Time seemed to stop around Yuuri, his breath snatched away as enticing clear blue eyes captured his gaze even more, drawing him closer into the clear deep pool of warmth he wanted to be surrounded within.

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To be continued


After notes: From what I know, the name Yuri in Russia usually only has 1 'u' and thus why whenever Yuri and Nikolay mention Yuuri's name in conversation there is only single 'u' instead of double because they thought the name only has single 'u'. This will change when both noticed their little mistakes.