Author's Notes: As always, I do not own any of the characters used in this story. However, I am really pleased with how this drabble came to life, visually. Also when the author, has herself laughing…I'm guessing you might too?
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Well This Sure in Hell isn't Romeo and Juliet
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Well as far as Yuri Plisetsky was concerned, this hotel was getting a bad online rating…
10 minutes earlier
He was going out to get breakfast before today's practice with Otabek…or so he thought. Yeah, that was until his fan girl senses had started tingling and the Russian saw a shadow outside of his hotel room door. Was that sniffing he heard?
Yuri hesitantly leaned forward to look through the peek hole of the door and damn near jumped and let out an obscenity at the sight of a very large eye peering in at him!
"Yakov! You need to do something about this," angrily stated the blonde, phone in hand, sitting in the furthest corner from the door of his room. That shitty coach of his was having breakfast with Lilia off site, while he was practically starving! After hearing about how Yuri was bothering him, and that he should call hotel security and handle his own affairs, the irate blonde hung up and dialed the hotel.
"HUH?!"
"Yes sir," came the voice on the receiving end of the telephone, "we are VERY sorry but you see these girls have infiltrated the entire hotel…we've called the other international skaters and asked that they stay in their rooms until this matter is resolved. We're just at a loss on how to handle the situation; we hope to have the local authorities dispatched soon."
Whether it was the growling of his stomach or the one that erupted from his mouth, one couldn't be sure.
"Tch! Fucking, great! I'm on the friggin' top floor of this shitty hotel…"
He glared out the window and saw the balcony before him.
"What the hell am I supposed to do, fly?"
Yuri blinked at what came into view. Maybe he wouldn't have to fly after all?
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Otabek had just hung up the phone with the hotel receptionist. He was kind of amazed that he could hear anything with all the screaming going on in the lobby where the call had been made. He sighed, well breakfast with Yuri was off.
He returned to his bed, leaning up against the headboard and swiped his phone. There were new messages from the other skaters.
Phichit: Fan girls everywhere! It's like the Huns have invaded China!
The Kazakh sighed, glancing at the pictures that the social media obsessed boy had gotten…perhaps through the peek hole of his hotel door?
JJ: Probably Yuri's Angels…Yuri-chan is very popular after all...
Katsuki: I hope they didn't find Yurio's room right off.
Chris: His fans are known far and wide for their sense of smell and detective like resources…he's probably barricaded himself in his bathroom.
Otabek could feel a headache coming on as they continued…
Phichit: Do you think they can disarm hotel locks?
Katsuki: Phichit-kun, don't say such creepy things!
Chris: When people are overcome by such a powerful eros…
Katsuki: Chris!
…and the headache was continuing to grow….
In fact it was evolving to a great weight on his shoulders, as a cloud of disturbing thoughts had appeared. Yuri, trapped in his hotel room with nothing more than a protein bar—that was scary enough. However, Yuri holed up in a bathroom with only a hair dryer and some shower amenities to defend himself, while eros filled women poured into his room…
Phichit: Who has Yurio's cell phone number?
Katsuki: Yurio won't answer me…
JJ: Oh, I know someone he'd answer…right, Otabek?
The joys of social media, everyone in your discussion could tell when a message had been viewed by all party members. The brown eyed teen was certain, that even through text messages, he could still feel JJ's smirk.
Otabek: I will text him…
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Yuri was humming to himself at his good fortune. He'd grabbed a backpack with necessities and left the room via the balcony. His phone buzzed and he could see that it was Otabek.
Otaya: Are you still in your room? I mean, alone…since the hotel has been invaded?
Yuri: Not quite. Hey, do you have any food in your room?
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Now Otabek was thoroughly confused…
Katsuki: Is Yurio, alright? Viktor's still asleep…
Otabek: Hang on. Texting him at the moment.
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Otaya: I have food…why?
Yuri: You're on the 10th floor right?
Otaya: Yes…
Yuri: Your room is on the same side of the hotel as mine, right?
Otaya: Yes…
Yuri: And where would you say your room is situated best on that side?
Otaya: …..The middle….wait, why?
Yuri: Okay, good! I'll see you soon!
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No there wasn't anything definitely good or concrete about that cryptic text message.
Otabek: I think Yuri managed to get out of his room.
Phichit: #ninjakitten, #tigersaresneaky
JJ: Yuri-chan is pretty small…
Chris: Perhaps he climbed through the ceiling duct in the bathroom after the eros filled women entered his room?
Katsuki: (terrified emoji)
Otabek was suddenly having visions of Yuri climbing in the hotel air ducts…dropping in on him when he reached his floor and demanding food.
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Heights had never bothered Yuri Plisetsky. He'd climbed some trees as a kid, cats were his favorite animal and he'd flown numerous times for competition. However, 25 stories was a bit high up, he observed, while overlooking the rail before him.
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"Shit, this thing's a piece of cake," observed the Russian, using the control panel in his hand. He'd already made it down one story, while humming, and the best part was no annoying fangirls.
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JJ: Omg…I don't think Yuri-chan's in the air ducts…
All: ?
JJ: I'm pretty sure I just saw him outside of my 20th floor window…
Katsuki: …Were you drinking with Viktor last night?
Chris: No. That was Viktor and myself.
Phichit: #Spider-man, #cat-astrophe, #Yurionwindow
JJ: I'm serious. Blue jacket, black hoodie, undeniable patch of blonde hair, and boy did his eyes widen when whatever he was standing on let go.
Katsuki: OMG! I'm waking Viktor!
Otabek may or may not still be breathing…
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Oh…floors 19-16 were a bit of a blur. The feeling was similar to the bad stomach dropping amusement park ride that you begged to go on and later regretted. Thank the gods that Yuri Plisetsky hadn't eaten that morning.
His chest was currently puffed out like a startled cat, his knuckles white against the rail.
Everything had been going fine until the damn button jammed and he found himself stuck outside of JJ's hotel room…of all the godforsaken windows to be caught peeping into…
Yuri swore at his luck…
"Of all the fucking windows to be stuck outside," he growled, watching in disdain as JJ practiced his signature pose in front of his mirror.
The Russian blanched, even through the window he could make out the smile that could blind the masses. He was certain JJ must have a marketing contract with a tooth whitening company…no one's teeth were THAT white.
The irate teenager violently pressed the button of the control panel...
"C'mon, I don't want to see this—
JJ appeared to be turning toward the window and Yuri's current shitty dilemma…
"—SHIT!"
As the carriage obliged and proceeded to drop him…
…At an alarming rate…
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Otabek couldn't keep up with the flurry of texts popping up on his phone. His expression was grim and the only text message he wanted to see, was in response to the one he had sent, to Yuri…
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Yuri had answered his phone and was currently standing in between floors 16 and 15. His demeanor was quite ordinary, given the current situation.
"I'm not exactly in my room," he explained to his coach, "but I haven't left the hotel either…"
Unbeknownst to him, wide eyed children were currently trying to get their parents attention…
"Mom!? Mom, there's some guy outside of our window!"
"How much sugar has daddy let you have this morning," offhandedly remarked the mother, feigning interest from the other room.
"Mom! I haven't OD'd on sugar!"
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Phichit: …Guys, I think JJ was right…
All: ?
Otabek's eyes widened as the enclosed photos appeared on his phone.
Phichit: These just appeared on social media!
#Guyoutsidemyhotelwindow
#MomthinksIhadtoomuchsugar
#Russianaroundmywindow
Only Yuri Plisetsky could be having a phone call conversation while standing nearly 200 feet in the air, with a look of indifference on his face.
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"Yuri?! What the hell are you doing on that thing?!"
The Russian Ice Tiger held the phone away from his ear…even with the wind and the traffic below, Yakov's voice was heard loud and clear.
"…Oh…you found out?"
"It's all over social media!" his irate coach bellowed into the receiver.
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Chris: What the young will do to escape such mature eros.
Katsuki: Where did Yurio even get that?!
Phichit: Yurio has set the bar high with his selfies…
JJ: Technically, Yuri-chan didn't take these but I do like his execution.
Chris: Not just anyone could ride around on a window washing carriage with such poise.
Viktor: AMAZING!
…Oh look, Katsuki was able to awaken Nikiforov…
Phichit: Isn't it?! I'm so jealous!
Chris: His youth is invigorating…gives me an idea, Viktor…
Otabek's phone rang, just as Viktor and Chris were sharing ideas requiring a pole and black bikini bottoms…
"…Yuri?" asked the Kazakh with a rather incredulous tone, face rather glum.
"Oi, come out to your balcony…" came the blonde's voice from the other end.
The brunette, seemed to drag himself from the hotel bed as he hesitantly obliged, currently dreading what he might find. He pushed back the sliding door and stepped out onto the balcony, blinking when he found nothing before him.
"Pretty fucking cool, right?" came a familiar voice.
The feeling of dread returned, as Otabek slowly looked up, his eyes widening in response. There leaning over the rail of the rig, currently positioned diagonally above, was the Russian grinning like a Cheshire cat.
This was definitely not Romeo and Juliet. While Otabek—like Romeo—was shaken from the sight, he was certain Shakespeare had not envisioned Juliet to be so foulmouthed.
"I'm pretty sure they're going to want this back," observed the blonde with a look that indicated he was planning his next step.
The brunette didn't have time to ponder this further, as Yuri took off his leopard print backpack and tossed it toward him.
"Oh," Yuri seemed pleased, "you caught that pretty easy…" there was a hint of approval in his voice.
Otabek's world stood still, watching as Yuri climbed onto the side rail of the carriage.
"This will make things a lot easier…"
Brown eyes widened as the frame swayed like a swing under the blonde's weight…
"Yuri…wait…what are you—
The blonde hit a button on the control panel and tossed it behind him, as the carriage begin to ascend. The normally stoic teen barely had time to process the situation as the impulsive blonde jumped from the carriage—resembling the animal he loved—with arms wide open and a mischievous grin on his face.
Because I guess having caught a backpack qualified as being able to catch a person, in Yuri Plisetsky's mind?
Otabek staggered in response to the incomprehensible situation. There only inches from his face was the enthusiastic blonde's, with the emerald eyes of a soldier, his legs wrapped around the Kazahk's waist.
The older teen was currently trying to function, as he held his crush. Current status: shook!
Yuri seemed to be happy with his analysis, and announced with a grin, "I knew you'd catch me."
Thoughts were rapid firing through Otabek's mind, such as:
He's so light…
Not sure how Yuri was so light, considering he probably out ate Katsuki (during his offseason), on a daily basis.
He's so warm…
No, maybe that was just his own body heat?
He's so close…
To kiss him or not to kiss him that is the question? Wait, this wasn't Shakespeare…
What if I didn't catch him?!
Why is he looking at me with those eyes?!
Must. Not. Blush.
Must. Not. Overreact.
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…2 minutes later…
"HUH?!"
Yuri Plisetsky swore that Otabek Altin had the worst timing to be an upstanding citizen. The same thing had happened in Barcelona…because he was 15 at the time, Otabek had left him after saying that he was too young to go to clubs.
Now, at age 16, he was apparently too young to operate the window washing…whatever the hell it was…
"Oi, if I wanted a lecture," grumbled the blonde, "I would have called Yakov again…"
Honestly, what the hell was Otabek's problem? Yuri had thought his entrance was seriously the fucking coolest and didn't know why his best friend couldn't share in his ingenuity?
Well screw this…
The Russian angrily retrieved his backpack and stormed toward the door.
"Yuri?" the older teen's voice rang out.
"What?!" he haughtily replied, turning toward his best friend. Emerald eyes blinked, as he caught the brown paper bag that had been tossed toward him.
Otabek sighed, his eyes softening, "You said you were hungry, right?"
"Huh?" questioned the tiger, slowly opening the bag in hand and his eyes glossing over at the sight of the pastries inside. However, he looked at his friend suspiciously…
"You can have them if you stay…" offhandedly remarked the Kazakh, leaning against the beige colored wall in his hotel room, arms crossed over his chest.
"…Are you going to stop being an asshole?" Yuri asked, eyes narrowed toward Otabek.
Before the older teen had time to be offended or respond, the blonde added,
"Because I could go hangout with Katsudon or Viktor if I wanted to be annoyed."
The chocolate eyed teen watched Yuri, as he spared a longing glance toward the bag's contents.
"Although," he informed, giving Otabek a sideways look, "I'd rather stay here."
"Then stay…" he resigned, because that hopeful look in those ocean eyes, was just too much.
He hated awkward moments between them. It wasn't his fault that he had chosen the wrong course of action; the brunette couldn't help but be protective over Yuri. His eyes softened, watching as the blonde practically attacked the pastry in hand. Poor kid was ravenous!
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They sat next to one another on the couch. Yuri was just biting into his third pastry as his phone rang.
"привет, Виктор…" he grumbled in between bites and his eyes widened, as he damn near choked on the food in his mouth.
Otabek began to pat the younger teen's back as he began to sputter.
"HUH?!"
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Apparently Yuri's Angels really were everywhere for on social media there were images of Yuri jumping from the carriage, but no one could see where he had landed, as the view had been obstructed.
Otabek was feeling rather grateful for that…as the image of Yuri with his legs wrapped around the Kazakh's waist and being held on his balcony entered his mind.
He had to force down the blush that wanted to make its way to his face.
Viktor Nikiforov seemed to be hysterical between fits of happiness and fits of sobbing to know that Yurio was safe. They could hear Katsuki in the background, obviously phoning everyone that rumors of Yuri's demise had been greatly exaggerated…
At this rate, they'd be lucky if they got out of the hotel by dinner…
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