In which Yuri is an angsty teenager

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Yakov had been irritable for a while.

Not that that was anything out of the norm, but he seemed…different, per say. Not only that, but Yuri hadn't seen (insert sarcasm) the great, almighty, beautiful, international skating legend that graced their pitiful piece of ice (when he managed to wake up on time, anyway).

It wasn't hard for everyone to realize that Yakov's annoyance and Victor's disappearance were related.

Yuri himself was annoyed with the stupid white-haired idol's disappearance, but not for the same reason as Yakov. But that was another story.

"Does no one really know where he is?"

Yuri glanced up from his phone, to find one of his rink mates staring at him intently with two sea green eyes. "Mila, why are you talking to me?" he asked bluntly. "What happened to your boyfriend? Oh, did you break up with another one?"

Mila's eye twitched, and before Yuri could scream, "Barcelona Grand Prix Final," she was holding him above her head.

"MILA, WHAT THE FUCK?! PUT ME DOWN!"

"I've been practicing my lift! How is it?" she asked cheerfully, spinning around.

"Unless you plan on skating in a couple's competition with him, I suggest you put him down."

Yuri sighed in relief at the appearance of Yakov, but nearly screamed as Mila practically threw him down.

"S-sorry, coach!" she said. "I'll get back on the ice!" And with that, the redhead fled. At first, Yuri was grateful for his disappearance.

Then he turned around to find Yakov glaring at him.

"What?" Yuri asked, shoving his hands in his jacket's pocket. "If you're here to ask me about that stupid—"

"I already know where he is."

Yuri raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been expecting that answer. Well, wherever Victor had gone, it might as well have been hell from the way Yakov's face was turning red.

"Where?" Yuri asked, turning back to the edge of the rink. Mila passed by him, shooting him a glare, before skating towards a gaggle of her girlfriends in the corner.

"Japan," Yakov muttered, leaning against the rink and crossing his arms. Yuri choked.

"JAPAN? What the fuck? How is he supposed to make my short program in a little island in the Pacific Ocean?" he yelled, slamming his phone down against the rink.

Yakov stared at him. "…What?"

Yuri slammed his palm against his forehead repeatedly as he said, "Why. Is. Vic. Tor. Such. An. Id. I. Ot."

Yakov stared at him for a few moments as he continued to abuse himself, before snorting and walking away. "Just don't do anything stupid like go after him."

Yuri stared at Yakov's retreating figure, dropping his skate that he had picked up to stab himself and end all his misery.

Bingo.

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Yuri had been expecting it to be hard to track down where in Japan Victor was. But the fates decided to smile on him that day (for once) and the very afternoon of the day where he nearly stabbed himself with his knife shoe, Victor posted a picture on Instagram of him posing with Maccachin in front of some sort of old-ass building with a location called "Hasetsu" tagged.

Yuri had screamed, nearly dropping his phone on his cat. He may or may not have run around his bedroom several times, screeching like those many years ago when he first found out that the holy Victor Nikiforov skated at the same rink as him.

Yeah, he was a Victor fanboy before.

That was before Yuri realized how much of an idiot he was.

…It also may have coincided with the day he realized that Victor didn't like cats.

Yuri strolled along, pulling his leopard-print suitcase behind him. A few people glanced at him, but he paid them no heed as he scrolled through his messages on his phone. Most of them were sent from an extremely angry Yakov who was demanding to know where he was (apparently Mila hadn't told him yet) and was commanding him to come to the rink. These Yuri left on read. A few were from Mila (which he also ignored), but one was from Victor.

From: Stupid Idiot

9:31 a.m.

Mila told me you were in Japan! :D

Make sure to stop by Hasetsu, Yuratchka!

To: Stupid Idiot

12:52

I'm already here.

I'm going to cut your face with a knife shoe.

Victor immediately responded with a little sticker of a dog with a bunch of question marks around it's head. Yuri snorted, shoving his phone in his pocket. He was about to round a corner when something in a store window caught his eye. He immediately doubled back to a spot a black jacket with a huge roaring lion emblazoned on the back.

"It's so beautiful…" Yuri whispered, face pressed against the glass. "I…want…no, I need."

And without another word, he bolted into the store.

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It was only after posting a picture of him wearing the jacket with Hasetsu tagged in the location that Yuri remembered that Yakov followed him.

He ignored the seventy-two messages that flowed into his inbox throughout the day.

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I apologize for the late + short update. I've been feeling more motivation for my art + PJO fics right now, and although I'm very grateful for the amazing support you guys have been giving me, it is a bit overwhelming.

Thank you for reading! :D I haven't looked over this properly so pls tell me if I made any mistakes with grammar/spelling/something just doesn't make sense lol.

Trivia: This fic was originally going to be called Something or the Other because I didn't know what to name it. The label for the folder which has the chapters is still SOTO (the acronym).

ETHEM OUT

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