Chapter 6- Silence

Yuri opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed. Whut? He thought.

Otabek was sitting in the bed next him. Yuri tried to talk, but his throat felt dry. What happened? Why was he here? Otabek lifted his head, walked by the curtains and called in Viktor, or at least, that's what Yuri thought he did, because he couldn't hear anything.

Yuri was glad he knew some sign language, he learned it on a whim, but he never knew he would be using it.

What happened? He signed.

Viktor walked in and mouthed, You were dehydrated.

He was, what? Yuri didn't understand what was happening because well, he couldn't hear anything.

Katsudon walked in after the doctor. The doctor seemed to be discussing something with Viktor as if he was Yuri's father or something (oh god no).

When they were done, Viktor made a head movement where he gestured it towards the door of the hospital room, that meant, "Let's go".

There was one problem, WHY CAN'T HE HEAR ANYTHING!?

When Yuri and everyone else got into the car, it was kind of awkward for Yuri because he could see everyone's lips moving, but no sound coming out, he couldn't hear the hum of the car's engine, he couldn't hear the wind after Otabek rolled down the window.

His thoughts were interrupted because Beka poked Yuri's side.

When he turned towards him, Beka said something, Yuri's ability to read lips was at an amatuer level, so he didn't understand anything he said.

Yuri turned toward Viktor in the driver's seat and saw him sign, Your hearing isn't back?

Yuri just shook his head as a response. He could see Katsudon slump in his chair. Yuri didn't know what the big deal was, so he just sat back in his seat and looked out the window.

When they got home, Viktor wrote out on a piece of paper what happened to him.

Turns out, a lot of ear wax accumulated in his ear, so he has temporary ear loss, and the reason Yuri fainted was from dehydration.

That last part was believable, but really ear wax. So when will I be able to hear you two fight again? Yuri signed as a joke. Viktor just kept a serious face.

It might last a few days, until then we'll hold off the Yuri Friendship Plan, Viktor signed back.

He could see him laughing, but no sound came out, maybe it was because Yuri went red with anger. [A/N: Where did I go wrong with this, someone kill me oml] So, now Yuri has to deal with not hearing anything for about 2-3 days, someone end him while the suffering is at its height.

Maybe if he played some music, he might hear something?

So, he left the table to go to the guest room and put on his headphones, clicked a random song, and turned the volume to the highest setting.

Nope, ничего (nichego), all Yuri could hear was the bass, hell he could feel it, not hear it.

Then he felt it suddenly stop and then turned from the window to see Viktor's angry face, holding the headphone jack.

YOUR MUSIC WAS TOO LOUD! Viktor rapidly signed.

Sorry? Yuri signed back. Viktor just grabbed the bridge of his nose and walked back out.

That was fun, Yuri thought and then laid down on the futon, wondering what to do, since he can't hear anything.

For one thing, he'll be able to talk, but he won't hear himself talk, so if he says anything embarrassing, he won't know 'til it's too late. As an attempt to hear himself, he did the unexpected, he made a really loud, over exaggerated sigh.

He sat there for a moment, nothing.

What was he going to do? He didn't notice Otabek walking in because, well, he was deaf, obviously. When he turned around, he was just there, looking concerned, and Yuri made a failed attempt at screaming, which probably sounded pathetic to Otabek.

You ok? Otabek said, or rather, mouthed. Yuri nodded.

UGH THIS SUCKS. Yuri stood up to look at Otabek, Otabek wasn't that much taller than him. How did he fail to notice that? With that thought in mind, Yuri plopped himself back onto the futon, sitting criss-cross applesauce. [A/N: what was I supposed to say? Pretzel style?]

Then, Yuri proceeded to have another internal crisis, he knew almost nothing about Beka and vice-versa. GREAT, now what? Unless he was thinking out loud, or something because he was suddenly face battling the Kazakh. [A/N: I'm sorry if all the fluff bothers you, gotta add some fanservice one way or another]

Should Yuri be surprised at this point? He just accepted the Kazakh's actions and wrapped his arms around the bigger man's neck.

I swear, if Viktor and that Pig walk in, ah, who the hell cares anymore, Yuri thought. All the movements that happened back in the hotel in Barcelona, were happening again here, in Viktor's house, because... reasons. So glad they were in a house so that no one arrests Otabek for going out with a minor. Good thing the age of consent in Kazakhstan and Russia were 16 (hehe, good thing his birthday passed).

He wasn't thinking of doing anything obviously, but things were getting heated, and there was a place downstairs that getting excited...real excited.

Yuri decided it was a good time to stop, so he parted from the Kazakh, and was left breathless. Yuri said something like, "Why".

He just saw Beka smirk and lay down next to him. Yuri was still trying to catch his breath, besides no one told him that you don't breathe when you make out with someone, especially if things are about to go down the route of making the beasts with two backs, if you catch my drift.

Yuri didn't know what to do, so he clung to the Kazakh. He was clinging to him as if everything that was happening were a dream, if it was, he didn't want it to end, he wanted to stay with Beka forever.

This was a great moment for him to get flashbacks.

"Mommy, Mommy!" an eight year old Yuri yelled.

"What is it, honey? Can it wait? I'm really busy" his mother said without looking up from her scattered mess of work documents.

"Oh, ok" Yuri said, walking away, slightly disappointed, but understanding that his mom was a busy woman, she needed to work that they can eat. I know, I'll make mommy breakfast! little Yuri thought.

Since, he knew how to use the stove a bit, he set to work. His mom usually left him alone a lot, so he quickly learned how to cook for himself. He made a bit of a mess, on the floor, on his new shirt, all over the counter, etc.

Yuri brought back the plate of food to his mom. He was really proud of himself, because he had limited skills and he was short, so he couldn't reach some of the things he needed. He expected his mom to go, "WOW! I never knew you could do this by yourself, such a good boy!"

Except...

That wasn't what happened.

Her face contorted into that of hatred, she clenched the paper, before yelling, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU RUINED THE KITCHEN, YOU LEFT EVERYTHING IN A MESS YOU SLOB, YOU BETTER CLEAN ALL OF THAT UP BEFORE I FINISH MY WORK OR YOU'RE GETTING THE BELT, ALSO THROW AWAY THAT TRASH THAT'S ON THAT PLATE, I'M NOT EATING ANYTHING YOU MAKE" She placed her fingers on the bridge of her nose, muttering something about ungrateful children and sending him away to live with her father.

Yuri didn't know what he did wrong, but he understood because he did leave the kitchen a mess, so he cleaned it up.

Then fast forward a couple years...

He was done with his mother's shit, he kept arriving to practice with bruises. He finally told Yakov. "Why did you keep this to yourself?" he asked. "Because... be-because" he started, but he couldn't bring himself to say, 'because I didn't want anyone to know how I weak I actually am'.

"The reason doesn't matter, what matters is you actually sucked up your pride, good job Yuratchka" Yakov said. Except, that didn't help. Following Yakov confronting his mother, when he came home, he was met with a slap to the cheek.

"WHY DID YOU LIE TO HIM, YURI?" she yelled, "WHY DID YOU SAY I HIT YOU? I HAVEN'T LAID A FINGER ON YOU, WHY ARE YOU SO UNGRATEFUL? I WISHED YOU WERE NEVER MY SON TO BEGIN WITH IF THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME, YOUR MOTHER THE ONLY PERSON WHO COULD EVER LOVE YOU!"

Yuri just stood there stunned, he didn't know what to say or do. Why was she-?

Her mother raised her fist this time, and struck him down harder than before. This time, his cheek was bleeding. "No one, will ever love you the way that you are," she said bending downwards to cup his chin.

The next day, he ran away, to go live with his grandpa. Nikolai Plisetsky disowned his own daughter the moment he found out.

Tears were once again streaming down his cheeks. He's lived with that fear ever since. That's why he's been so mean to everyone, if they were never attached to him, he wouldn't be able to lose them in the first place.

Ice-skating distracted him from all those memories, all this pain, that's all he had and his grandfather, so he basically had nothing to lose. His only grandfather showed him compassion, but the problem was, the way you're raised, is the person you turn into when you're older.

So he was afraid, afraid to grow up, afraid to show love, because he was afraid of turning into his mother.

"Yuri" he heard a voice. Was his-? It was! He could hear Beka, he could hear Beka!

He looked up and faced the Kazakh, not before jumping on top of him and throwing his arms around his neck. This man was going to keep from turning into that retched woman, if anyone could do it, it would be Otabek Altin, Prince of Kazakhstan.

Well, this got emotional, very fast. I apologize if this cause anyone to have flashbacks as well, anyway, I wanted to make this as sad as possible. Leave a review if you thought it was sad, or you just want it to end as fast as possible. Well, RHYS OUT!