A/N: Here's a bonus chapter. It's a short, self-contained story that isn't directly tied to the main story.
As usual with a Yuri story, the contents of this chapter might not be for everyone. And you really shouldn't be treating people the way Yuri treats others. Yuri is just not a nice person, even when he's on the side of good.
Fun Fact: Yugo realized that he could eat as much as he want and pass the stomach pains off to the next person to take over the body, so they could deal with them instead. This lead to a brief but increasingly self-destructive war between the four boys, as they try to continually pass off pain on each other.
Chapter Summary: Yuri is forcibly volunteered to help the elderly, and attempts to help an old lady eat her meal.
Some people try to see the good in others. They can see a light in others that the person themselves may not see, and they try to help them share that light with the rest of the world.
Some people are like Yuri, and their inner light is a dim light bulb that's almost dead, but it'll start to emit sparks when you try to touch it. And when people try to share that light with the rest of the world, nearly everyone gets electrocuted.
Today's story was instigated by Yuri's school counselor, who would see Yuri about once a week to help him deal with his issues. In an attempt to encourage empathy in Yuri, he signed the boy up for a volunteering job. Yuri would deliver meals to the elderly and assist them however he could.
Now normally, it would probably be a horrible decision, sending a child to a stranger's house alone. Yuri would be paired with a fellow student on the jobs, and they would work together to bring the food.
But Yuri's partner, deathly terrified of Yuri, agreed with his decision to stay back and let Yuri handle the jobs alone.
Yuri could tell that today was going to be a good day. He stared through the window of the old, shabby house of his second oldie of the day, and he holding a bowl of soup that was covered in plastic wrap.
Yuri moved from the window to pick up a rock on the lawn. A rather large, craggy rock that seemed perfect for his plan.
Said plan, of course, was to throw it through the window.
Yuri pulled his free arm back and cast the rock at the window. On contact, the rock crashed against the window and bounced off. The glass started to crack and groan, and the sound of a panicked woman could be heard from inside.
Yuri's partner, who stood several feet away from him, gasped and slowly backed away from the scene.
"Hey, ma'am!" Yuri called out sweetly. "I'm a volunteer! I've come to bring you your food!"
"I- but- I..." the old woman yelled and stammered. The poor woman was heavily confused by what had happened. "Th-there's- the door's unlocked! Please, come in, before more of those rocks fly at you."
Yuri smiled, then made his way to the woman's front door. And true enough, the door was unlocked. He proudly waltzed right into the house without a care in the world.
The woman sat on a lounge chair in a room to Yuri's right. She sat in front of an primitive 60-inch flatscreen. One of her wrinkly, withered hands rested on the side table next to her chair.
"You're lucky that I'm not some dangerous criminal, ma'am," Yuri lied. "Otherwise, I could have taken advantage of your unlocked door, broke in, and slit your throat, while the only thing you'd be able to do was register the pain and fear before your inevitable demise. And that would be tragic!"
Yuri egao'd happily. "For you, I mean. In that scenario, I'd be pretty happy."
Yuri walked towards the woman getting into her field of vision. Although still startled from the rock attack, she seemed to be pleasantly surprised by the boy's presence.
"I-it's nice of you to stop by, young man," she said softly. "Thank you for your concern."
Yuri dropped the bowl of soup on the woman's lap. Luckily the plastic kept the contents from spilling all over the woman and burning her. But the sudden gesture startled the woman yet again.
"Excuse me?" the old woman asked. "Could you please take off this plastic cover?"
"You'll have to do it yourself, ma'am," Yuri responded.
"But I can't take it off... My fingers aren't what they used to be."
"I'm not going to enable the indolent, no matter how old they are. You just need to believe in yourself and try your best, no?"
The woman looked down at her food, then back at Yuri. She let out a sigh. The boy seemed determined to help her, in his own strange way. And in all honesty, he was a lot nicer than previous volunteers.
"You're such a nice dear, helping an old lady like me," the woman said. "Most kids just make jokes about our age, or say that we're going to die soon. Those jokes are all the sa-"
"I could make jokes about them dying soon," Yuri assured her. "But I don't want to take satisfaction in deaths I didn't cause."
"O-oh..."
Yuri's eyes drifted to a small, wooden side table next to the woman's couch. Curiously, he moved over to it and slid open the table's drawer. His hand dug into the drawer and started to search for anything to grab.
"Excuse me?" the woman asked. "What are you doing there, young man?"
"Just taking a look at what you have," Yuri said innocuously. "You have any candy?"
"No, I do not. But I'd rather you not go through-"
Yuri's hand rose up. He held a small orange pill bottle, stuffed with red-and-white pills. He immediately went to work trying to crack open the bottle's childproof cap. Surprisingly, the cap proved to be very difficult to open, despite the clear instructions on the top of the cap.
"What are these for?" he asked the woman.
"Oh, I need to mix that into my meals. They're supposed to-"
"Stupid bottle!"
Yuri grunted as he tried to pull of the cap. When that didn't work, he threw the bottle to the floor. The cap flew open, and pills spilled onto the floor.
"Oh!" Yuri happily exclaimed. "There we go, problem solved!"
Yuri immediately knelt down and started to scoop up the pills. Every second and third handful would be stuffed into his pocket, while others would be held in one of his palms.
After a moment, Yuri rose to his feet. And to his surprise, the old lady had partially ripped up the plastic covering on her food. Much of it still covered the bowl, and some of the plastic fell into her soup.
"You did it!" Yuri cheered. "I'm so proud of you, ma'am!"
"Yes, I... I guess I did it," the woman said softly. "Now, about those pills-"
Yuri cast the pills his hand into the soup. "I'm already one step ahead of you, ma'am. Enjoy."
Then Yuri took a pill from his pocket. "One for you, one for me."
"No, don't you dare!" the woman cried out. "Please, that makes your heart beat faster. Who knows what-"
Yuri frowned. "Wow, way to take all the fun out of guessing. Rude bitch."
Yuri threw the pill into the soup. "I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to help. But you're just so determined to make this difficult for me."
He turned his back towards the woman, then headed towards the TV. "I know when my kindness is being abused, and I won't stand for it."
And with that sentiment, Yuri grabbed hold of the flatscreen, then started pulling at it. It grunted and groaned as it was slowly being ripped from its place on the wall.
"And I'm taking this," Yuri grunted. "They... They don't pay us enough for this job. Hope you understand."
"... Please get out of my house, young man," the woman said sternly. "Get out, or I will call the police and have them make you get out."
The TV slipped out of Yuri's hands and crashed to the floor. The screen flickered off and cracked upon impact. Smoke started to rise from the vents on the side.
"Fine!" Yuri snapped.
He turned from the TV and started to head out the front door. He "forgot" to close the door on his way out, just to make things more inconvenient for the old lady.
But then he remembered. He walked back to the door, slammed it as hard as he could, and then opened it again.
Now he could go.
That was a horrible experience. But at least Yuri learned something from all of this: working with the elderly was surprisingly fun. He hadn't had such a good time since the time the bracelet girls showed them a bird they found.
Onward, to the next house!
A/N: This was kind of a short, mellow chapter. The original draft of this story was much longer, and had Yuri do chores for the old woman. But since I didn't want this to distract me from writing Rank 0, I decided to cut out a lot of content and save it for possible stories later down the line.
We're probably not done with this old lady, though. In her next appearance, she's gonna be out for vengeance.