Chapter 4- A Rumor in St. Petersburg

He didn't know what to do. Viktor's house looked so clean and elegant, he felt if he moved a tiny bit he might accidentally dirty something. So he just sat there, sitting up, and unmoving.

Viktor was cooking something in the kitchen. [A/N: I actually decided to make Viktor a decent cook, sorry for anyone who wanted him to be a shitty cook XD]

"Yuuri, why aren't putting your things away?" he called.

How does he explain this anxiety to him? "Uh, I got lost staring at-" -he looked around- "your trophies"

Viktor poked his head around a corner. His face turned cartoonish and looked annoyed, "Yuuri, did I ever tell you that you're a horrible liar" This caused Yuuri to stiffen.

"Oh, sorry" Yuuri murmured.

"I don't care if you get the carpet dirty, just put your things away" Viktor ordered.

"Uh, yes!" Yuuri managed to say and proceeded to put his things in Viktor's room, which seemed to be the only one besides the guest one, which had a bed and a mirror and a closet. Viktor's room on the other hand, was like half of the house.

The ceiling was high, there was a floor to ceiling window with motorized blinds, Viktor's bed was a king size with a silvery white fluffy comforter and a ton of fluffy pillows it was also round, there was even a small brown poodle plushie on the bed, there was a giant mahogany desk next to the door with a small lamp and papers strewn about, and the rug felt really soft.

Yuuri being the smoothest human of all time, proceeded to slip on the hardwood floor. All of his things went everywhere and the only thing that filled his mind was OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT! He didn't even notice Viktor run in and ask him what was wrong, until after the Russian was kissing him. Well, this is nice he thought, then he remembered, he's in Viktor's house, this isn't a dream, oh god. When they parted, Viktor looked really concerned.

"Yuuri what happened? Are you okay? Is anything broken?" Yuuri didn't know how to react because that's what his mom did.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just slipped" Yuuri said. "Ok, I thought something worse might've happened, because I got a concussion once from slipping on this floor and hitting my head. Ironic isn't it? Two talented skaters slipping, on something that isn't ice" Viktor said like he was trying to distract Yuuri as if he was in pain. Why is he so nice to me? He thought again.

"Well, we might want to be careful from now on" he said. Viktor nodded.

"Now!" Viktor said while clapping his hands together, "I made Olivier salad, Borscht, and Shashlik! C'mon I'm hungry" Viktor then got up and ran back to the kitchen. Yuuri questioned if he was going out with a grown man or an 8 year old, but he didn't care.

This was Viktor Nikiforov, the guy he admired since he was young. Yuuri gathered his things and put them in empty drawers as Viktor directed while they were on the flight to St. Petersburg. When he went back to the living room, Viktor had set up the table and everything, there were even two candles lit. It was like they were in a high-end restaurant. Viktor smiled as he walked in, he stood up and pulled out the chair for him. The food was delicious! He never knew Viktor could cook! Right when Yuuri was about to start eating his second stick of Shashlik, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get that" Viktor exclaimed. When Viktor opened the door, Yuuri heard screaming.

"YOU IDIOT" a voice yelled. Huh, was that Yurio?

Yuuri got up and followed Viktor. Sure enough, Yurio was there with, was that Otabek? What was Otabek doing in St. Petersburg? Yuuri saw Otabek look over and give a small nod, as if to acknowledge his presence.

"What is wrong with you!?" Yurio yelled.

"What do you mean, by 'what is wrong with you'?" Viktor asked. Yurio clenched his teeth as if to hold back his anger, judging from the messy hair and ruffled clothing the pair had, they just got off the plane, and were most likely still jet-lagged.

"Do you mind if we come in?" Otabek asked while grabbing Yurio's shoulders, "we would like to discuss this like civilized people" Otabek looked specifically at Yurio when he said,"civilized people".

After Yurio and Otabek got situated in Viktor's house, Viktor served the remaining food on two more plates and offered it to them.

"I'm not eating anything you made" Yurio said, Otabek pinched his leg and accepted the food for him.

"So Yurio, what did you want to talk about?" Viktor said with a cartoonish smile, "Also, Otabek are you Yurio's parole officer now?"

The didn't keep Otabek from snorting.

"No" was his response.

"Anyway," Yurio started before Otabek could continue with anything. "Why in the hell did you bring this pig to St. Petersburg?" his tone of voice angry.

"Why do you think?" Viktor said with a serious expression.

"YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOING THROUGH WITH IT?" Yurio yelled in anger and astonishment. Viktor just nodded along, but Yuuri didn't know what was going on. "Um, what exactly are we going through with?" he asked. Otabek snorted.

"Good lord!" Viktor said, "You propose! You! AND you don't even bother to remember" Viktor made a big show by fake fainting, only leaving Yuuri unresponsive to the situation. Oh, he thought, he meant our wedding.

"Wait, but I got silver, and not gold" Yuuri protested. Viktor picked up his hand and kissed it.

"Nothing is going to stop this wedding," he said, "not even the end of the world" Yurio made a weird sound that obviously showed that he was disgusted. It would've been a nice statement to say, but there were two more people here and they clearly didn't seem interested in this little situation.

"You have no say if this is romantic or not, Yuri" Otabek said, putting his fork down.

Yuri went red, and said, "OI, DON'T GET BLABBERMOUTHY ON ME NOW!" Viktor and Yuuri watched the two fight, until finally Yuuri made the connection.

"Are you two going out?"

"No" "Yes"

Yurio smacked Otabek on the arm and sat back down with his arms crossed.

"So, that's a yes" Viktor said with a wide smile. "It was supposed to be a secret" Yurio mumbled.

"Phichit knows, doesn't he" Yuuri said. Otabek nodded. The idea of Yurio being in love with anybody amused Yuuri, but this didn't seem like the kind of prank that Yurio would pull.

"Did this-" -he made a circling gesture with his hands-"happen while I was gone?" Otabek nodded. Yup, it wasn't a prank. Yuuri didn't know what flipped Yurio's switch, he did in fact notice the two cheering only for each other during the Grand Prix, and they both were eating alone together at that restaurant (which one? Well, during and after the Grand Prix).

Viktor clapped his hands together, "Well, it seems like it's getting late, so would you two like to sleepover tonight?" Before Yurio could protest, Otabek put a hand on his shoulder and said, "We'd love to"

Is it just me, or are the chapter getting shorter? Oh, it isn't me and they are? Sorry guys, I just didn't write enough in that google document, but I read how long Yurio's next POV is and holy sh*t it's long af, so I promise the next chapter would be extra long, so you guys can waste your time reading my crap. Well, RHYS OUT!