***Hello, everyone! To be honest, I meant to upload this yesterday, but I was extremely tired and didn't want the chapter to have more errors than it normally does. You guys deserve better. Anyways, I don't own Yuri, Yurio, Otabek, or Nikolai. If I did, then we would have already had season two by now, and the Victuri wedding would have already happened. We all want it.
Chapter Two: What He Won't Say
"Your... mom?" Otabek echoed, caught off-guard. Yuri nodded slowly, his headache even more prominent now. He laid back with a sigh.
Nikolai rubbed the back of his neck. "My daughter, yes. Nadya Plisetsky. She wanted to come see you, but I didn't expect you to have... such an extreme reaction," he explained.
"I don't see why she would begin coming to my competitions now. She never even watched the streams. You always drove me, before I got my license," Yuri spat.
"When was the last time you saw your mother in person?" Katsudon asked slowly.
"I can't remember, and I don't care to remember!" Yuri snapped. He suddenly gripped at his head with his good hand, gritting his teeth. Otabek rubbed his back gently, trying to help him relax so his head pain would ease up, if only a little.
The Kazakh skater looked to the other three in the room. "Can one of you find him an ice pack? Or something to drink?" he asked.
Nikolai nodded. Then, he looked to Victor and Katsudon. "Why don't you come with me, boys?"
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It took a while to locate an ice pack and a cold bottle of water, with how maze-like the hospital seemed to be. "Excuse me, Mr. Plisetsky," Katsudon said, "but what exactly happened to Yuri's mother? If you're alright talking about it."
Nikolai looked at the Japanese skater. "You wouldn't ask this of my grandson because he would most likely bite your head off, correct?" he said. "Admittedly, yes," Katsudon said, even if it was a little embarrassing.
He felt Victor rest a hand on his shoulder. "Did you know that Yurio and I go farther back than the promise I initially made him?" he asked. When Katsudon looked at Nikolai, the older man nodded.
"Yes. Yuri's father is Victor's cousin. Therefore, they're second cousins. Yuri was raised with his mother, though, as his father passed away when he was an infant. He doesn't even remember Fyodor. He was a nice man, though. However... once he lost his life, Nadya's slight temper problem because constant anger. With no one else to take it out on, from the day she seemed to snap, she took it all out on poor Yuri. Until he was five, he was abused. But I finally won custody over him," he explained.
Victor smiled fondly. "I remember babysitting a few times before my skating career really took off, back when I was a teenager," he recalled.
It was around then that they reached Yuri's room. Nikolai looked at Katsudon. "Please, don't share what I've shared with you tonight. This is personal information, but... well, Yuri sees you as family, really, even if he won't say it," he said.
"I won't repeat a word of it," Katsudon agreed. Then, they went inside.
Otabek was sitting with Yuri, holding him close as they rested together. "It took you long enough," Yuri mumbled. Nikolai handed over the ice pack and water bottle.
Yuri relaxed, holding the ice pack to his bruised forehead. Otabek cracked open the water bottle and helped his boyfriend drink a few sips. As Yuri relaxed into sleep, both Victor and Katsudon seemed to silently agree on something.
Yuri might not have had a good relationship with his mother when he was younger, but that was over a decade ago. He was stronger, and more mature. Besides, his mother had made the conscious effort to come and see him skate at a major skating competition.
He needed to see her once he was discharged from the hospital.
***Typing a Yuri! On ICE fanfiction chapter with a Fullmetal Alchemist compilation playing from my phone? Makes sense to me. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!