Chapter 3- Back at the hotel

5 days since that stupid Pig ran away. If he ever shows up, Yuri might end up killing him. Viktor was still cooped up in his room, he's never seen him so pathetic as he was now. Well, so much as happened to Yuri in those 5 days, it was almost unfair. With those thoughts in his head he felt Beka wrap his arms around him. Thank god they were in his hotel room.

"You're angry" he said.

"What do you expect, that pig hasn't shown his sorry face in 5 days and it's caused Señor Best-in-the-World depressed over here" Yuri said. Otabek nodded. Yuri noticed that he has been surprisingly supportive of the entire situation and hasn't complained once whenever they weren't together. No one knows besides Phichit that they're together (that Thai boy can see right through anyone, jesus). Otabek was 3 years older than him, so they can't be together legally until Yuri is 18 (which sucks). His phone vibrated, it was a text from Phichit:

We found him, try not to kill my best friend pls ;-;

This only infuriated Yuri more. He got out of Otabek's chest and cracked his neck and knuckles. "Yuri, whatever you think of doing, don't" Beka said. "Don't worry, I'll break everything, but his skull and his spine" he responded while opening the hotel door with Otabek following behind him. Yuuri was sitting on one of those luxury sofas with Phichit to his left (Yuri's right). It seemed like the anger radiated off his face because Yuuri immediately jumped when he saw him.

"Yurio… h-hi" he started to say, but Yuri interrupted him. "Don't give me that crap you pig" that made Phichit flinch. Chris then walked in with two lattes, but then turned on his heel as if to know he wasn't wanted. "Normally you and Viktor make up after an argument, what the f*ck happened this time you a**hole" Yuri said his voice shaking with rage.

Yuuri didn't seem like he could find an answer. This only fueled Yuri's rage and aggression even more than dampened it. Before he could stop himself, his arm was raised, luckily Otabek had grabbed his forearm.

"That's enough, we're going back to the room if you can't behave yourself. I'm not saying what Yuuri did was right, but you just have to let him recover from whatever happened, then do whatever the hell you need to do" Otabek said. Yuri tugged his arm out of his grasp, gave Yuuri a look that meant sudden death and walked back to the elevator.

Viktor was in the elevator, "Is he actu-" -Yuri raised his hand to stop him- "Your precious pig is in the lobby along with Phichit and Chris, I still don't know what you see in him" -and as he walked passed him- "the Viktor Nikiforov I knew is dead"

Then the doors closed and it was just him and Otabek. He didn't know what came over him because all of a sudden, he collapsed and had tears streaming his face. All that anger he held in let loose at once.

Otabek stood there, slightly confused. "You've been crying a lot lately" he said picking him up slightly as if he was afraid Yuri might break. "I'm fine!" he yelled as he pushed him away, well as much as he could because Beka was much, much bulkier than he was, so it only knocked him slightly off balance.

"Maybe, you're still Viktor's fan" Otabek said. That sent Yuri into shock. "Wha-what do you mean by that" Yuri said. "You don't like to see him hurt" he responded. Those words just sent Yuri into an internal crisis. Thanks Beka, love you too. At that point, Otabek had to drag his a** out of the elevator. Yuri angrily threw himself onto the hotel bed and screamed into the pillow.

"What are you doing?" Otabek said with a "done" look on his face.

"I'm taking my anger out on this pillow" Yuri said and then threw said pillow at the wall and started to slam his foot on it when it fell. Otabek just sighed and laid on the bed, watching him beat up the poor thing.

"Oi, Yuri" Otabek said. Yuri turned with blood lustful eyes.

"What" he said. "If you're going to keep acting like this, we might as well go out somewhere, otherwise I'm going to have to resurrect that pillow" Otabek said staring at Yuri covered in feathers.

Yuri put on his shoes and walked out the door angrily, then bust back in, "Where exactly are we going?"

They went to some place called, Gelaaati Di Marco. Yuri gladly pigged out on the food. He never was a fan of Spanish food, but this place was amazing.

He silently hoped that the Grand Prix was going to be held in Peru next year. [A/N: haha Country bias] Otabek interrupted his thoughts, "Are you going to apologize?" Yuri looked up from his food.

"What do you mean?" Then he realized what his boyfriend meant. "Why do I have to apologize to that pig?" he said.

"Because it's the right thing to do, Yuri" Otabek said, grabbing his hand under to the table.

Yuri hated whenever Otabek did that because he knew it comforted him and caused him to feel guilty for his actions.

Yuri just sighed. "Why did I end up with such a softie?" he murmured to himself.

"Because, otherwise Yakov would be bailing you out of jail once a week" he said. Beka did have a point.

"Fine, I'll go apologize to the pig" Yuri said as he placed down a few Euro notes for the tip.

They left the restaurant and went back to the hotel. When they walked into the lobby, it was strangely quiet. It didn't seem to bother Beka, but something ticked off Yuri, like a tingling at the back of his neck.

You want to know what that feeling turned out to be?

EVERYONE ALREADY WENT BACK TO THEIR RESPECTIVE COUNTRIES! Yuri should've known they all would've left without saying goodbye.

Yuri texted Phichit:

Y: Where is everyone?

P: Oh…..uh we all went back

Y: You guys did what

P: Sorry, but we all couldn't stay any longer and we were gonna be late for our flights, but I think Viktor and Yuuri left something in your room for you

Y: You've got to be kidding me

Sure enough, Phichit was right. When Yuri unlocked the door, there was a note that looked to be slipped under the door. It was addressed to him. He unfolded it and it read:

Dear Yurio,

I understand that I caused trouble for you guys in the past 5 days while I was gone. I would just like to apologize for my actions and say good luck with anything you plan on doing. I'm most likely a horrible role model and Viktor left a basket of your Grandpa's pirozhki on the table. We asked your Grandpa for the recipe and made them as a peace offering and yeah we know you can make them too, but this was all we could think of, so goodbye.

Sincerely,

Katsuki Yuuri

AND VIKTOR!

Otabek found the basket first. "Why is this basket full of-" - he snapped trying to remember the word- "empanadas?"

Yuri facepalmed knowing that he would've offended almost every single Russian ever. "They're called Pirozhki, not empanadas, we're not in South America" Yuri said with a slightly angry tone. He grabbed one and broke it open, revealing the breaded pork, scrambled eggs, and rice.

"Except, these are special" he continued, "these are Katsudon Pirozhki" Otabek ate one and Yuri could see a momentary spark and heard him whisper, "vkusno"

Are they that good? Yuri thought, sure enough, they tasted like those his Grandpa made.

Why would Pork Cutlet Bowl and Viktor go to such lengths to make amends? Then, a thought came up or rather a text that coincided with his thoughts. "Phichit?" Yuri said as he read the contact.

P: OMG OMG OMG OMG YUURI IS MOVING TO RUSSIA WITH VIKTOR *FANBOY SCREAMING*

This only infuriated Yuri. "Beka, pack your things" he said. "What, why?" the Kazakh responded. "We're gonna go hunt for a pig and it's owner"

I understand this is the worst way to end a chapter, but you see... this was as much as I wanted to edit from that google document. Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I am, otherwise why would you be wasting your time reading this, amiright? Welp, sit tight for your next installement, in about a week? An hour? 5 minutes? IDK, RHYS OUT