Chapter 5- A Rumor in St. Petersburg pt2 (Yurio POV)

"Why did you accept?!" he yelled.

"Because your grandpa's place is four bus stops away, we're both tired, and I can tell you don't want to sit in any moving vehicle for 40 more minutes" Otabek said. Yuri hated it, but Beka was right. Viktor apparently "lost" the other futon he had, so Beka and he had to share one, sure he didn't mind, but he needed his personal space.

Beka and Yuri found themselves spooning, because there was no other way they could fit on the tiny-a** futon. Surprisingly, neither of them could sleep. The only way Yuri could tell was because, Beka's breathing would usually get smoother if he was asleep, and Beka told him, Yuri would involuntarily curl up in a fetal position, no matter where he was.

"Yuri, you're still not asleep?" Beka asked. Yuri just shook his head. "Maybe it's because we're not at your grandpa's" Maybe he's right Yuri thought. Then again, he didn't want to go back to his house, he was afraid of what his grandpa might say. Nikolai Plisetsky might be just like the rest of the Russian population, close minded and resentful towards his kind.

"Ow" Beka said. Yuri didn't realize he was squeezing his arm so hard.

"Sorry" he said. "No it's fine if that's what you need to do to let your nerves go" Why was he so nice to him? Why did he let himself be Yuri's personal punching bag? Of course, Yuri doesn't know why, he can't read minds. He then felt Beka's breathing smooth into a repetitive rhythm. Oh, he thought, I might as well go to sleep too.

DAMN HIM! The light shining through the window was enough to wake him, he didn't seem like it, but Yuri was a light sleeper. Beka wasn't in the futon, so when Yuri fell backwards, he immediately got up frightened and then remembered where he was. He walked from the guest room into the next door he saw, and walked into Viktor's room. It was 4 meters bigger than the guest bedroom, and had more things, the guest bedroom was just empty. The circular bed was also empty of any human life. Then, he went to the next door, excellent, he found the bathroom. It was big too. There was enough space between the door and the sink that he could lay down. The toilet was one of those high-tech ones, the bathtub was as big as a jacuzzi with a glass panel door, so that you could see into it. The faucet looked gold plated and there was a bar of fancy soap that also looked like it had flecks of gold in it.

Good thing I brought a toothbrush, he thought and got to work. He walked into the living room, EVERYONE WAS DRESSED AND ALMOST DONE WITH BREAKFAST!

"Ah!" Viktor exclaimed, "Sleeping Beauty has awoken!" Yuri shot him the evil eye and sat in Beka's lap.

"Sleep well?" the Kazakh asked. Yuri just nodded and kept staring at the floor. After a long moment of silence, Yuri asked,"How do you do it?" Viktor looked up from his food.

"Do what?"

Yuri was at the end of his rope. "You know what I mean" he just grit his teeth together to keep from screaming.

"Oh, that" Viktor put down his spoonful of kasha. "You see, sometimes I do get death threats and letters of support, but the threats usually only come from Russians, so it's pretty easy to ignore"-he wiped his hands-"the support letters are usually from foreigners in the US and such, but other than that, it's not that hard." He kept eating, it left a feeling of awkwardness in the air. Viktor got death threats? It looked like Pork Cutlet Bowl didn't know either.

"You get death threats?" he asked. Viktor just nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because, I didn't want you to worry and we need to focus on skating" Yuuri looked down at his glass of orange juice.

"Look at them, all fluffy and mushy with each other" Yuri whispered. Otabek had his arms around him. His expression was that of a "really?".

"What?" Beka shook his head and grabbed a spoon and filled it with some kasha.

"Say 'ah'" he said.

Yuri blinked at him, "wha?" Otabek held the spoon to Yuri's mouth and on instinct, Yuri opened his mouth and received it, realizing too late what he'd just done.

"Awwwwwwwwww" Viktor said putting his hands to his cheeks.

"WAIT NO!" Yuri exclaimed desperately with his mouth full, trying to make them forget what just happened. Great, they're not gonna let it go now. Yuri crossed his arms and put on an angry expression.

"Sorry, Yurio" the other Yuuri said, giggling a bit. Then, things got quiet….very quiet. It got so quiet it was possible to count all of the tiles in Viktor's kitchen.

"How long have you two been in St. Petersburg?" Otabek asked casually.

"12 hours and 10 minutes" Viktor answered and then took a sip of his tea. Beka snorted.[A/N: This is how long it takes for a direct flight from Barcelona, Spain to Pulkovo International Airport in St. Petersburg, Russia plus 8 hours of how long they slept, obivously] This clearly was going to go nowhere, if the tension was only going to build up even more. So, Yuri went into the guest bedroom to go change. After he was done, he walked back to the living room, only to see Katsudon cleaning the dishes and Beka and Viktor nowhere in sight.

"Oi, where did Otabek and Viktor go?" Yuri demanded.

Without looking up Katsudon replied,"They went out to the grocery store"

Yuri slammed his forehead against the wall that led into the kitchen. That startled Yuuri and he almost dropped the slippery porcelain bowl.

"Are all teenagers this easily angered?" he heard Katsudon mutter.

As if almost on instinct, Yuri saw a butter knife leaning on a plate, handle up, and he hit the handle so that it flew up, swung it and stopped it before it cut Yuuri's throat open.

"What did you say?" Yuri could feel the pig slightly shaking, but Yuri didn't want to throw away his career so easily, but before he could lower the knife, the door opened. Viktor walked through the door first, exclaiming something about the new caviar he got, then he saw the situation.

Viktor just shook his head, "See, Otabek! I told you we couldn't leave them alone without one almost killing the other" Both Yuris were confused as to what was going on. Otabek walked in with a box with holes, and he was already afraid of what was inside.

"Beka…. What is that?" Yuri asked putting the knife on the counter. Otabek sighed as a response, walked into the living room with Yuri and Katsudon close behind. The Kazakh put the box on the floor and opened it, revealing a white Husky with blue eyes.

"Um, what is this?" Pork Cutlet asked.

"This is so you two can get along" Viktor said smiling.

Both Yuris yelled, "WHAT"

Yuri was a cat person, so this was gonna be a living hell for him, he didn't know about Katsudon. Beka and Viktor looked like they were on the verge of laughing their a**es off.

"This isn't funny" Yuri mumbled.

"Well, we weren't joking" Otabek said wrapping an arm around Yuri's shoulder.

"Anyway, what's the dog's name?" Yuuri asked when he picked it up and the dog started to lick his face.

"I thought maybe Inu, but I later learned that meant 'Dog' in Japanese" Beka said.

"So I named it Ein," Viktor said proud of himself. Yuri saw that Katsudon was blushing, did he miss something? What kind of name was Ein anyway? Then, Katsudon started speaking rapid fire Japanese, and somehow Viktor understood everything, but Beka and Yuri were confused as f*ck as to what just happened. Maybe Yuri should remind Viktor that ¾ of the people here speak fluent Russian and not Japanese.

"So" Viktor continued in Russian, "We're gonna leave you two alone for about a week or so"

With that, Yuri attached himself to Beka's leg and said, "No".

Viktor couldn't pry him off, nor Otabek himself.

"Yuri" Otabek said, slightly annoyed,"I'm not going to get us a cat when we get back"

Yuri took that as a threat and tightened his grip on Otabek's leg. Insensitive jerk, Yuri thought. Yuri thought back to when he showed Otabek a picture of his own cats, named Lev and Masha.

"Yuri, you're seriously cutting off the blood circulation to my leg, stop" Yuri finally let go and sat there on the ground, his bangs covering his face.

"Meanwhile, we'll be staying at Nikolai's place" Viktor said, and it took everything in Yuri to not pounce and starting fighting the other Russian. They had some nerve to stay at Yuri's grandpa's place.

"When is this gonna start?" Katsudon asked.

"Tomorrow" Beka answered.

Yuri's day went so slow, he was convinced that God was torturing him for being this way. He could see the distress in Katsudon's face the entire day as well, but Viktor seemed to be trying to comfort him, because he kept suggesting they go out, but Katsudon kept shaking his head. Does he really need to be making this into a big deal? They can just fake get along and then go back to hating each other. Otabek was surprisingly quiet, well, he already was quiet, but even more. Maybe, he didn't like the idea of his own boyfriend staying alone with someone else, even if they're too old for them. Yuri couldn't take this concern, so he grabbed Beka's hand and dragged him out of the living room and into the guest bedroom. He closed the door and locked it.

"What're you doing?" the Kazakh asked. Without saying anything, Yuri just embraced him.

"I understand you want to make me a nicer person, but forcing me to stay alone with someone else isn't the proper way to do it" his voice was calm, he didn't know why.

"I know, but the longer you two don't get along and the longer you don't get along with anyone else but me that might put some strain on your career" Beka responded. Why, why was this idiot caring about Yuri and not about himself.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Yuri mumbled aloud.

"Huh?" Beka asked.

"It's nothing" Yuri said, hair covering his eyes, he went to go leave, but Otabek grabbed his arm.

"Yuri, if you asked why I'm being nice to you it's either because a) we're going out, b) I love you, c) you need protecting, or d) all of the above" he said as he brought Yuri into a hug with Yuri's back to the Kazakh's stomach, "which do you think is the correct answer" Yuri could feel his face go red. Anymore of this and he'd burst out into tears like in the elevator back in Spain.

"Ok, I understand, maybe this is for the best" he said. If only this was the case with everything. Yuri went to go walk to the door, when suddenly, everything went black.

I am so sorry this took so long to update, I was just really lazy and didn't feel like editing so much, now I have to start writing off the top of my head instead of copy and pasting words from a Google doc, I have a bit more written after this, but I thought this was a good way to end this chapter, BECAUSE THE SUSPENSE IS GOING TO KILL YOU MUAHAHAHAHAAHA *coughs* ah, sorry... see ya next time, RHYS OUT