Chapter 9- Back at the House

Considering what happened before, Yuuri wasn't sure whether he should let Yurio watch the news.

So far, there hasn't been a mention of him or Viktor on the news, but you never know with Russians. Even though Yuri Plisetsky won gold, the news outlet wasn't saying a word, maybe if they watched Russian ESPN, they might?

Even so, Yurio wasn't lashing out, he was just sitting on the carpet, curled up, watching the TV intently, as if waiting for something to happen.

It wasn't until 18 o'clock (6pm for everyone else), that Yuuri decided to make something, surprisingly, Viktor had everything Yuuri needed to make Pork Cutlet Bowls, but the pork looked expensive, so he got to work.

After what seemed like forever, he finally managed to steam the peas, fry the pork, make the sauce, and make the rice in record time.

When he was placing the pork cutlets on their respective platters, Yurio was standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"What're you doing?" he asked.

"Making food" Yuuri responded.

"Why?"

"Because you must be hungry, and I am"

"Um, ok" Yurio plopped himself on a chair at the mahogany table. Yuuri brought the food over to the table, along with forks.

Yuuri got to eating, but it wasn't until halfway through his own bowl did he realize that Yurio has only eaten one strip of pork and barely anything else.

Something must definitely be wrong if Yurio wasn't chowing down.

Yurio had a blank expression instead of his usual sneer, so Yuuri couldn't tell what he was thinking.

"Yurio"

The blonde looked up at him.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

He nodded with the same blank expression. Coming from someone who suffered from extreme anxiety and depression, Yuuri knew that meant,'no I am not ok'.

Yuuri decided to leave him alone til tomorrow, because it'll only close Yurio off more than he already is, so he didn't push anymore questions and they ate in silence.

There wasn't much for Yuuri to do because Yurio volunteered to wash the plates and glasses (despite having a wrapped up hand) and the dogs fell asleep on the couch. Yuuri was too scared to turn on the TV in case the News Anchors were talking about Viktor again.

He didn't want to set off a panic attack. From what Yuuri knows, he can't use his own pills on Yurio if he did get one, so it'll have to come down to just counting to 10.

Yuuri just went onto Instagram to see if Viktor posted anything and found ... nani mo (何も).

Looks like Viktor might be too busy with Nikolai to post anything at the moment. Since it was already 7:30, Yuuri decided to turn on the TV, praying to all the gods he believed in that the news is done for the day.

He pressed the on button on the remote and... THANK KAMI-SAMA THE NEWS WAS OVER AS SOON AS HE TURNED IT ON!

Then again, they were showing a Soap Opera, so he turned it off and went back onto his phone and there was a call from... Phichit?

"Hi?" he asked

"HI YUURI, I JUST WANTED TO CALL TO ASK IF YOU WERE OK BECAUSE IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE LAST TALKED!" the booming voice replied.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, Viktor just locked both Yurio and I in his own house, sooooooo I'm doing great" Yuuri tried to make it seem as sarcastic as possible.

"REALLY?! I WISH I COULD GO, BUT I GOT A SITUATION HERE WITH MY SIBLINGS SO, *farther away from the phone* ACHARA PLEASE GET OFF OF DANG! *closer to the phone* SORRY YUURI I GOTTA GO, TELL VIKTOR I SAID HI" with that, the phone hung up.

Yuuri was laughing at the thought of Phichit's younger siblings Achara and Dang fighting, them being identical twins made it even more hilarious because Phichit confused them despite knowing them for 14 years.

His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps approaching the living room and found Yurio with a blanket wrapped around him, the young Russian went to the love seat and curled up into a corner as if trying to get away from Yuuri.

Yurio didn't say a word, but stared at the ground the entire time as if trying to fall asleep, or as if trying to escape this nightmare he was in. [A/N: I am so sorry this is gloomy]

Yuuri didn't do anything and tried his best not to interrupt the silence that was filling up the room like gas.

"Hey" Yurio's small voice called.

Yuuri turned to face him, "what?"

"What're we going to tell Viktor and Otabek?"

Yuuri took a moment to try to understand what he meant, then he realized. What were they going to tell Viktor and Otabek? That the plan failed? That they both failed to get along? That one of them got injured because the other failed to follow through?

He watched Yurio pull out his arm to examine his wrapped up hand, he turned his hand around as if trying to find some imperfection in the gauze, but there were none.

Yuuri could clearly see the 16 year-old suffering internally, but he didn't know what to say because it was harder to get Yurio to open up than to open clamshell packaging.

Even then, if he didn't get Yurio talking it could cause a) horrible flashbacks or b) everything goes normally and they become friends. There was a 50-50 chance, and the stakes were high.

He debated back and forth with himself, only contributing more to the silence that enveloped the room.

"You want to know what happened, don't you" Yurio said, violently pulling Yuuri out of his own thoughts.

Yuuri nodded. "If you wanna know, you don't have to promise to not tell Viktor since he practically knows everything, but don't"-he took a shaky breath-"tell Beka"

It didn't take a genius to know that Yurio was on the verge of tears. Should I be hearing this? Yuuri asked himself. He felt as if he was passing into uncharted territory, sure he was a teenager only 4 years ago [A/N: In Japan you become an adult at 20, not 18 like in America or other countries], but that didn't make him qualified to know how to deal with other people's problems.

Yurio's POV

Why the f*ck is he spilling to this pig and not to Beka? What the hell does he think he's doing? He might have to do what he did back when he was younger, suck up his pride, but what if it goes wrong?

What if they don't respect him anymore? What if... what if...

Those thoughts started swirling around his head to the point he started to feel nauseous, maybe even a bit short of breath. What was happening to him?

All of a sudden, everything started to go into a blur and adrenaline filled his system and he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything but hear the sound of his racing heart.

Everything felt like it was slipping away and he started to panic. He didn't know what was happening, he couldn't feel his hands, he couldn't really feel anything, but the feeling of everything being beyond his control.

As the thoughts grew, so did the symptoms. Then he felt a pair of hands grab his face, he couldn't see that well who it was because he was so focused on trying to breathe, but nothing.

His panic grew then he heard a voice, "Yurio, Yurio stay with me"

The voice sounded calm. "Come on, Yurio breathe with me"

He tried, then he matched the voice's breathing after what seemed like an eternity, it seemed to be getting better, but it was still bad.

"Come on, you're doing great" He-he was?

The exercise continued until reality seemed to flood back to him. Having these are never fun, but it almost seemed easier to get through it, but that didn't make the experience any less traumatizing. He was glad that someone was at least encouraging him.

"Yurio, are you ok?" the voice asked. Oh, it was Katsudon he thought. Since time tends to blur together, he checked the clock, it took him approximately 32 minutes.

He mentally gave himself a sarcastic wooo. Katsudon looked like he was expecting Yuri to hug him or something, Yuri wasn't sure what Katsudon wanted, but Yuri was sure he wasn't going to give it to him.

"Thanks" he said in a small voice. Maybe, he should hold off telling Katsudon because he highly doubts that his pig brain'll be able to handle such confidential info.

Even if he did tell Katsudon, he wouldn't understand his pain and suffering. Then again, it wasn't healthy to hold in secrets for very long anyway.

He might have to hold off until he was more mentally stable to actually go through with remembering all of it. Remembering was the hard part and also the part he didn't want to do, but if it meant his mental health to improve in even the slightest way, he would do it.

Yuri got up from the couch and went back into the room and sat on top of the futon that him and Otabek were making out on only a few hours earlier.

He missed him already, it was a deep heart wrenching type that made you feel like you were going to collapse in on yourself like a house of cards.

How did he not notice he was already dependent on the Kazakh? If he said something would Viktor have gone through with the plan?

Yuri knew it was too late already, he might just have to grit his teeth and bear it until... until whenever they came back.

He no longer cared when stupid Viktor and Otabek came back, he just wanted them back, he specifically wanted Beka back.

Yuri noticed he was still wrapped up in the blanket, funny, this was gifted to him by Viktor when he was younger and more naive.

He remembers being super excited getting this blanket, sure there was a coffee stain on it, but he still loved it because it reminded him of the fond memories of his childhood, before everything went to shit.

He grasped the grey fluffy blanket and started to cry into it. He desperately wanted to go back, back before he grew up, before he knew how the world worked, before he back the competitive piece of shit he is now.

Oh how good it would be, how good it would be to travel back, but that would mean he'd grow up again and would have to suffer all over again, once was enough, living was enough to be exact.

Yuri didn't know how long he had been crying until he almost no longer could keep his eyes open anymore and fell asleep.

Yeah, this only got more depressing, sorry guys, I had Spring Break last week and since it was also Holy Week at my church I had to do a bunch of stuff, so I had no time to update until I got to school this morning, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, RHYS OUT!