Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline
Chapter Ten- Cruel Adolescence
AN: I'm sorry, I seem to have an affinity for hurting Yuri and making him cry…
It had been a few days since 'the JJ incident' and things had pretty much gone back to normal. Well, as 'normal' as they possibly could in the current circumstance. Yuri's restriction was lifted, and he was happy to see his friends again. Soon however, he finds himself not having as much fun as he thought he would. After everything that had happened over the past couple weeks, getting high, gossiping and shopping weren't holding the same appeal. On the third day of his restriction being lifted, Yuri found himself nursing a small and unfortunately too familiar hangover. He'd hoped that if he got drunk enough, maybe his friends wouldn't annoy him so much, but alas that never did end up happening, so he resigned himself to staying inside and sulking for the day.
Around noon he managed to stumble his way down the stairs to get himself some coffee and maybe some pastries from the kitchen, hoping that the fat chef Pavel lived has the sense to prepare some. After all, he should know about Yuri's affinity for sweets by now. He wore no shoes, only some thick, slouchy knee-high socks, some sleeping shorts, and an oversized black sweatshirt. Yuri knew it was foolish of him, but he bought it on a whim thinking that if Otabek were to be his, were he to wear a piece of the man's clothing, that it might be something like this. Just the thought was enough to make him scowl when he looked at it, and yet he kept wearing it, like some sad ex-girlfriend who couldn't let go. Except he was more pathetic, because this was all in his head.
Yuri had always been good at playing pretend, being isolated from others a majority of his life Made it a necessity. He had never met another child his age until he attended his first day of kindergarten, and that still was a small, exclusive group of the offspring of Russian elite. He was rarely permitted to any extra curricular activities that couldn't be strictly monitored by his father and grandfather. As if this didn't hinder his ability to make friend enough, the other parents or caretakers often hear his last name and would tell their children to stay away from that boy, he was dangerous, so they avoided him like the plague. At recess he spent most of his time on the edge of the forest, making up stories in his head. Sometimes, he liked to pretend he was a boy raised by Tigers and lived with his Tiger family in the woods. He liked to think it was his job to prevent the humans from getting to close to them. Sometimes, he played out fairy tales that his mother had read to him, though he never knew if he would rather be the beautiful princess, or the brave prince that came to save her, so he was often both. He never realized that it was "strange" for him to want to be the princess, he never had anyone around to tell him so.
It had been once he started to get older that he realized there was something different about him. First off there was his appearance. He was one of the smallest kids in his class year after year, and always the smallest boy. While the other boys started to broaden and out, he stayed lithe and dainty. They cut their hair short, played sports, and chased the girls around trying to pull their ponytails or flip up their skirts. Yuri's mother liked his hair long, so he kept it around chin length. His hobbies included ballet, ice skating, and spending time with Mama. His features seemed to only grow more delicate over time, and he could have easily passed for one of his female classmates if not for the boring male uniform he was made to wear. Personally, he would much rather wear the girl uniform, it was much cuter, but when he asked his mother about it, she gave him a sad smile and told him it wasn't possible. Eventually his classmates grew out of the age where they headed their parents warning about Yuri and began to interact with them.
At first things were simple; black and white, the way they normally were with kids. The boy would make fun of him for being too shy, small, and girly. The girls wanted him to be their friend; fawning over his graceful beauty, always wanting to braid his hair or style it cute in it for him. Once he got in trouble by the teacher for wearing some barrettes with little flowers on them because "Boy's don't wear hairclips" before he ripped them out of Yuri's hair. His eyes watered at the pain and the boys laughed at him, but he waited until he was home safe in his mother's arms before he cried about it.
But sometime around the early stages of puberty that changed. Now sometimes when the boys teased it was… different than before. They started pulling his hair, tripping him in the hallways, it was like they were always touching him, and he didn't like it one bit. The worst was when a group of them cornered him the locker rooms after gym class. They laughed at him and said that he was way too pretty to be a boy and tried to make him take all his clothes off the prove it. They all grabbed him and forced him to the ground. One of them held his hand over Yuri's mouth and nose as tears streamed down his face in fear and embarrassment, he couldn't breathe and thought he might die. Luckily the gym teacher walked in when three of the boys were holding him down while the fourth was trying to remove his sweaty shorts from his flailing, kicking legs. He yelled at the other boys while Yuri tried to cover himself. When the teacher was done with his scolding and sent his attackers away, he looked at Yuri with disgust and told him to stop toying with these boys and act appropriately. This time when he told his mother what had happened, she got very quiet and pursed her lips tightly.
"I'm so sorry darling, what happened wasn't your fault." She crooned as she stroked his blond hair as he sobbed into her chest. They were in the sitting room of his parent's suite and his father happened to walk in in the middle of it giving Yuri's mother an awkward look. While his father was never directly unkind to him, he was a hard man raised by an even harder man and emotional support would never be in his repertoire. Yuri cried and cried while his mother recounted the story. He remembers his father becoming very angry and yelling when he stormed out of the room. At first Yuri was afraid that Otet was upset at him, but Mama assured him that was not the case and told him that those boys wouldn't be bothering him again.
The next day when he went to school, he received an apology from every one of his attackers. They could barely even look at him and one of them had a black eye. After that, they never so much as looked in Yuri's direction again. Still that was the beginning of the end for him, the other boys in his class continued to bother him and eventually the girls got fed up that Yuri, a BOY, was taking all the attention away from them. The only one that didn't seem to care was an upperclassman that had randomly started sitting with him at lunchtime, her name was Natasha and she had a twin brother also at the school named Andrej, but he had a different lunchtime than them. Yuri's father had also decided that after an incident like that his son should learn how to protect himself, so he started Yuri training with some of men in combat and brought in different martial art instructors to ensure his son would learn from the best of his best. By the time he was 12 Yuri was already a master marksman, a red belt in karate, and a Formado in Capoeira amongst other various marital arts he had been taught over the years. He became a dangerous combination of beauty and ability, a child his father could be proud of. Now years later, he was out of practice, his diligence as a student left him around the same time Viktor did, but his graceful power was here to stay.
He pulled himself out of his reminiscing when he pushed open the swinging door to the kitchen and caught sight of Otabek, Viktor, Mila and Georgi all gathered around the kitchen table. He scowled at the sight. They seemed to be having a pleasant meal, sharing family style plates of Synrniki, fried eggs, sausages, and Bliny, conversing and laughing as if they were all great friends. Well all except for Otabek, who didn't laugh or smile, but rather existed peacefully in the background while the loud ones (aka Mila and Viktor) ruled the conversation. He caught sight of Yuri as he walked in and Yuri didn't miss the way Otabek's eyes quickly travelled up and down the length of his body before he seemed to school himself and just give Yuri a brief nod. At this Viktor raised his head and smiled wide at the sight of Yuri standing frozen in the doorway.
"Yuratchka! Come join us! Pavel really outdid himself today!" The silverette called cheerfully. Yuri just continued his scowl ignoring the group completely and stomping over the kitchen island to swipe a Pryanik from a tray before making a show about flipping his hair over his shoulder indignantly and pridefully striding out of the room. Like HELL he'd eat with those losers, he'd rather DIE. He was hoping to spend some time with Otabek but not if it meant he had to be around THEM. He finished his pastry by the time he got back to his room and collapsed face down on his bed startling Potya who ran to her cat tree in the corner of the room. He was so BORED. He didn't want to go out, but he didn't want to just mope around his room either. Really all he wanted to do was be with Otabek, but he knew the older man would not keep him company unless there was a work purpose behind it. He decided to pull up his Instagram and mindless scroll to pass the time.
About 20 minutes later and deep into lurking some rando's account that he had no idea how he ever got there in the first place, he heard a knock on his door. At first his heart jumped at the prospect it might be Otabek at the door, but as the seconds ticked on and there was no "Yura it's me" his dream was crushed, and he realized it was probably just a servant.
"Go away!" he yelled, not bothering to get up, but the idiot just knocked again. "What're you deaf? I said go AWAY!" he repeated more annoyed. There was a third knock and he flew over to the door ready to murder the uninvited intruder on the other side.
"Fucking SHIT, what about go away don't you-" His words died in his throat at the sight of Tweedle-Dee and Tweetle-Dum AKA Demetri and Sergei standing outside the door. These bastards, they did this just to piss him off. "Well, what the fuck do you дебил (Morons) want?" He dead panned; frown fixed on his face. The old men were unamused as ever and Sergei reached out grabbing ahold of his collar roughly.
"Enough of your mouth boy, you're coming with us." He all but tossed Yuri out of his room like he was nothing more than a bad cat being put out for the night. Landing ungraciously on his feet Yuri scoffed indignantly and threw a death glare at the bulking man before stomping off in the direction of the staircase. If these two were here for him, it could only mean one thing. He made quick work of the ridiculously long journey to his Dedushka's office and burst in without knocking. What he hadn't been expecting however, was Otabek and Viktor to be in the room as well. His grandfather was conversing quietly with them and didn't even bother to look up when he entered, but his heart fluttered when Otabek looked up at him and gave him one of little half smiles. It was enough to get Yuri to just stand and wait for his Dedushka to acknowledge him instead of throwing a fit, though he was still annoyed. After what felt like forever, with Yuri's anger slowly creeping up his spine, Dedushka finally turned to him.
"Ah Yuratchka, I'm glad you're here, there's something important I need to discuss with you, please, take a seat" He said, and Yuri just rolled his eyes. He didn't know why his grandfather insisted on speaking to him like he was a business associate, but he sat anyways kicking his leg over the arm of the chair just because he knows it will piss Dedushka off. He swore he almost a tug at the corner of Otabek's lips at this, but he couldn't be sure. His grandfather just sighed and leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable.
"Yuri, in light of the recent attempt on your life, I must come to terms with that fact that in a few months you will become of age and legally old enough to inherit the family business. I admit, I must accept part of the blame for what happened as I have spoiled you and let your run wild this last few years, but now it's time to get serious." The look in his eyes was rather serious and Yuri was curious as to what he meant.
"Starting tomorrow morning you will begin training with Otabek under Viktor's supervision in combat, shooting, and anything else that might be useful. Letting you fall out of practice there last few years was a mistake." Dedushka continued and Yuri grit his teeth.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR YEARS!" He fumed and stood up, adrenaline coursing through his body. It had been Dedushka, not Yuri who had stopped his training after Viktor had taken on role of Sovietnik. It had been a punishment of sorts, to withhold his training until he could behave as his grandfather wanted him to, but of course Yuri was never going to stand for that. As a result, it had been 2 years since he had received any formal training.
"QUIET!" Dedushka yelled and slammed his fist on his desk, effectively shutting the teenager up. "I will not tolerate this disrespectful tone." He eyed Yuri harshly and the boy bit his lip to keep his comments to himself.
"Now, as I said we will have Otabek training you, under the guidance of Viktor. Today we will have them access where you are at skill wise so they can begin building a training regimen for you. It is time for you to prove that you can be serious and have what it takes to lead this Bratva one day." Dedushka continued and Yuri didn't know if he was more excited to begin training with Otabek or more angry that his grandfather thought of him so lowly. It was VERY difficult, but he pushed his anger down and just nodded, not wanting to ruin this opportunity.
"Good, now that that's settled, I have some other business to attend to." He stood as did everyone else in the room as Dedushka made his exit leaving Yuri alone in the office with Viktor and Otabek.
"Yuri my dear, why don't you run along upstairs and change into something appropriate for both sparring and shooting. Can you meet us in the training room in 20 minutes?" Viktor asked his with that idiotic smile plastered on his face. Yuri just scoffed and made his way to the door.
"I'll be there in 15."
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Okay so it was more like 30 minutes, but to be fair he had a hard time deciding what to wear and had to braid his hair back to keep it out of his eyes. He had decided on a pair of black athletic legging that had mesh sides allowing for breathability with a fitted black zip up jacket over a purple athletic tank top. He needed to wear long sleeves for shooting, but knew he'd get hot once he started sparring. He had braided his hair in one long plait straight down his back and wound it into a bun at the nape of his neck.
His heart was beating a million miles a minute, and it wasn't just from him running to the training rooms underneath the townhome. Not only was he going to FINALLY start training again, but it was going to be with Otabek. He was practically giddy thinking about how much more time they will be spending together. How if he was supposed to be sparring against Otabek, that he would get the chance to touch and feel that amazing body, to witness the strength behind the wall of a man. His body was buzzing with excitement. Bursting through the doors to the training area he found no one waiting for him and was confused until he heard muffled gunshots. He made his way to the shooting range and covered his ears as soon as he opened the door, always forgetting just how LOUD guns were. He remembered Viktor telling him that that was why he preferred knives to guns, but they were a necessity in their world. Once he gained his bearings, he realized that it was Otabek who was currently shooting at a target over 50 meters away. Once he had emptied his clip, the target pulled forward with one clean hole blasted through the head and Yuri had to admit he was impressed.
"Wow Beka! Nice shooting!" He called earnestly before his hands flew up over his mouth. Did he really just yell that?! What an idiot, how much more pathetic and desperate could he be?! And in front of Viktor too! The Silverette smirked widely, no doubt at Yuri's outburst and accidental admission of the nickname but instead of teasing him mercilessly like he was expecting, he just caught his eyes for a moment with that annoying knowing look of his and then turned to Otabek.
"Yes, excellent shooting my friend!" He clapped Otabek hard on the back, but the larger man didn't move a centimeter. Instead he holstered his gun and went to go hang up a new target sheet. Yuri was a little miffed he received no reaction from the Kazakh, but he was used to Otabek's stoic wall by now.
"Yuuuuuuuuri, I have a present for youuuuu." Viktor called in a sing song voice approaching the blond with an ornate gold box that seemed familiar to him, but he was having trouble placing it. Viktor extended the box to him. "Now before I give this to you, I have something to say something first." Yuri couldn't help himself to another eyeroll, always with the dramatics this one…
"Yuri, I have known you most of your life, and have watched you grow from a shy child, to a feisty teenager, and soon you will become a man. I had the honor and privilege to work under your father for many years and pledged my loyalty to the Plisetsky name because of him. I want you to know that your father loved you, very much, and always knew that you had what it took to become the Pakhan and rule over this family. Before his untimely death, he entrusted this to me and asked that it be passed down to you in the event that he was not able to do it himself. I was going to wait until your 18th birthday, but today just seemed more fitting." Viktor extended the box towards him and finally his eyes caught the initials engraved on the lid reading 'A.P.'. He felt tears welling up in his eyes without his consent and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.
"No… Vitya… Is this- it can't be?" He cried, his emotions overriding his will as hot tears spilled down his cheeks and he grasped for the box like it was going to disappear before his very eyes. With shaking hands, he opened the lid to reveal his father's custom gold Cabot 1911 Jones Deluxe*. Yuri had never cared much for guns, but he distinctly remembers his fathers love for this one in particular, always making sure to clean it himself. When he was home, he kept it in this ornate box on the mantel in his parent's suite. He took the gun out and pushed the box back into Viktor's hands, his own were shaking so much he felt he might drop it.
The metal was cold against his skin, but it made him warm all over. How many times had his father brandished this weapon while exerting his power and authority? His father had been an extremely powerful and respected man, just as much so if not more than his grandfather. The fact that he thought Yuri could enact that same leadership, that he could stand equal to his predecessors in strength and ability meant more to him than he thought possible. He came back to himself when he felt a strong hand clasp his shoulder and was startled to discover it was Otabek, when did he get over here? The Kazakh eyed the gun with reverence, but gave no other emotional reaction, at least not one that could be seen by Viktor. To Yuri, the warmth in those deep chocolate pools said it all.
"Are you ready to give it a try?" His bodyguard asked in an even tone, removing his hand and gesturing at the paper target already in place. Yuri wiped the remainder of his tears from his face, now embarrassed to be crying in the shooting range of all places. Once he was composed, he went to grab a pair of safety glasses and some headphones before turning around to address the two men in the room.
"Just watch me."
*The Cabot 1911 Jones Deluxe is a $10,000 for a standard issue, obviously Alexsandr Plisetsky would have paid quite a bit more to have his gold plated. I looked up "most expensive handguns" and this one came up on multiple lists 😊 I honestly don't care about guns AT ALL but I thought it important that the ones actually used by Plisetsky's were the best of the bests.
AN: Yay its out! Sorry again that this took so long to update, with all this Corona Virus shit going on my life was turned upside down for a little while, but things are finally starting to even out. I'll be home for the next few weeks so hopefully I can crank out a couple more chapters before I am finally allowed to go back to school/work.
Also, I wanted to provide a little bit of insight on how I'm viewing Yuri and his gender expression is this story. Yuri does not want to be a girl, he is not trans, he just has an affinity for women's clothing because he finds it more interesting the men's clothing most of the time. He believes he can express himself however he wants, but still views himself as a man and it's important to him that others view him that way too. I just didn't want anyone to become confused by this.
Another thing, the incident with him and the boys in the locker was probably around them time he was 10 or 11 if anyone is really curious. Until next time my friends!
