Ok so here's the next chap! I hope u guys like it :3 this one is a more calmer one, maybe yurij is a tad bit ooc, but pls forgive me fot that! And for any mistakes i made!
Disclaming the ownership of the yoi charavters :p just own egor and the chauhan bros ^^
Chapter 11
The next morning Yuuri and Viktor had to drag Yurij out of the bed in order to make him ready to go to St. Petersburg. They were most probably going to spend the night there at Lilia's (with her permission obviously), considering it was at least a 6 hour drive, depending on traffic. The two adults made sure Yurij was armed with enough snacks, drinks and clothes. Arjun laughed at the big luggage Yurij dragged with himself.
"They really are like your parents!" He snorted, covering his stretching lips.
"Oh shut it. They will be even more annying," Yurij snapped, though there was an undertone of adoration in his voice. "Can we stop by the hospital first? I want to check up on my grandfather," He asked as Arjun easily put in the heavy luggage in the back of the car. He had come to pick him up with a simple dark blue Citroën Picasso this morning.
"Sure, hop in the passanger seat, and buckle the seatbelt!" Arjun said and grinned at Yurij's eye rolling. Both sat in and Arjun started the engine, driving towards the hospital. The way there was awkward, with little attempt for conversation. Yurij, once Arjun parked, he shot out of the car and ran directly into his grandfather's room. He gazed at his age-worn face that seemingly became younger in the peaceful coma. The teen carassed his whitening brown hair and gave a kiss on his forehead and spoke.
"Gyiedushka, whish us luck so we can win the lawsuit," He murmured. "And please watch over me," With a final kiss on the cheek, the boy turned and rushed back down into the car.
"You were quick," The purplehead Indian noted.
"My cat needs me," Was the stoic reply he got. Arjun chuckled and set off for St. Petersburg. In order to dissipate the awkwardness, he put in his favourite cd, a collection of Fall Out Boys' and Imagine Dragons' best songs. The Russian's ears immediately perked up as the first tunes of 'Centuries' started. He leaned forward excited.
"I see you like them," Arjun grinned and the teen nodded.
"Though I like felines more. Especially tigers," He added.
"I can see that," The Indian chuckled pointing at Yurij's tiger striped shoes and leopard spotted jumper under his coat. "You'll probably like my Indian tiger tattoo on the low of my back," He said. Yurij whipped his head towards him hearing this.
"You have a tiger tattoo?! Show me! I want a tiger tattoo too!" He exclaimed with shining eyes and a light blush on his face.
"I'll show you later. And once the lawsuit is over and your parents agree, I'll gladly escort you to a tattooist. Until then I can only make you a henna tattoo," Arjun smiled, glad to have broken the ice.
"Can't wait for it!" Yurij sat back with happy eyes, fiddling with his jumper. "You have some nice guns, though," He pointed at the other's muscular and lean arms.
"Oh, thanks. I do kuchiphudi, bharat-natyam and kathak with my brother. These are different classical Indian dances. They are very strenuous," Arjun replied with a small smile. "I can show you this too, later on." He said and Yurij nodded.
"I do ballet and even a little contemporary dance along with figure skating. My ballet teacher made me work so hard sometimes that I puked," The teen said recalling Lilia's hellish tutoring. This made Arjun chuckle.
"That's not the best method, but it's one way to strengthen your body and improve your stamina." Yurij snorted, though didn't deny it. The rest of their way was filled with snacking, drinking (non-alcoholic beverages of course) and pleasant chatting.
"I wonder if they are fine," Viktor sighed aloud for the millionth time in the past one hour.
"They definitely are," Yuuri rolled his eyes. "Arjun seems to know how to deal with teens like Yurio."
"True, but still," Viktor sighed again. He turned onto his back on the king sized bed in his bedroom he dicided to share with Yuuri.
"Okay, I get that you're worried, and frankly I'm too, but I'm more worried about the adoption lawsuit and his grandfather," The Japanese skater said laying beside Viktor. "Besides the paper stuff we need to deal with tomorrow." He added sourly. Viktor groaned and burried his face into the crook of Yuuri's neck.
"Don't even remind me of those," He muttered as Yuuri circled him with his arms and fiddled with his hair.
"The only thing that keeps me going is that it's for Yurio's sake," Yuuri chuckled, kissing the top of Viktor's head.
"True," The silver haired Russian muttered with a smaller smile. "Though if Arjun dares to do anything-"
"Viktor. Arjun is not evil!" The Japanese man sighed hitting lightly Viktor's head.
"Oww!"
"You deserved it," Yuuri snorted. Viktor looked up with a grin and kissed his lips, lightly biting them. Yuuri kissed back, carassing the older man's cheek. It was a slow and loving kiss, nothing sensual about it.
Once they arrived in St. Petersburg, it was already evening. Arjun drove to Yurij's neighbour and both got out.
"Don't freak out, but Mrs Praskovna is... uh, to put it lightly, wierd," The Russian said as they walked towards the entrance.
"What do you mean?" Arjun curiously asked.
"You'll see," Yurij responded flatly. "And she can't speak," He added and the Indian nodded. Yurij rang the bell and it only took the owner two seconds to open the door. Mrs Praskovna was a tall woman with angular lines. She was probably over 60 considering her whitening hair. What was wierd was the way she dressed, wore her hair and her overdone make up. Her dress was a long one, with long sleeves and with dizzyingly colourful patterns of various styles. Flowers, Indian patterns, Japanese sakura patterns, Matryoshka doll patterns and so on. Her lips were painted purple, her green eyeliner was a little too strong and her eyeshadow went past her eyebrows. Her nails were at least one and a half inches long and painted red, Arjun noticed as she beconed them in. Her hair was done up in a typical Classicist hairdo, like Mozart's.
"Mrs Praskovna, I came to retrieve my cat," Yurij said clearing his throat. The woman nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back with a big fluffy furred brown striped Siberien Forest Cat and thrusted it into Yurij's hand. "Thank you for taking care of her," The teen muttered and the woman nodded. The two boys quickly left, not wanting to spend more time with the eccentric woman. Then they drove to Lilia's house where the ballerina and Yakov were waiting for them with borscht.