In which Yuri is PMSing
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It didn't take long for Yuri to figure out where Victor would be. After all, it appeared as though there was only one ice rink in Hasetsu. After getting the information on some directions from a suspicious old lady, Yuri made his way to the winding streets, only pausing for a moment to block Yakov.
He decided that the old lady wasn't so suspicious once he saw the group of reporters huddled around the entrance of Ice Castle Hasetsu (what kind of name was that?) who were eagerly peering in through the glass doors. Yuri paid them no heed as he marched up the stairs, dragging his suitcase along behind him, although a few turned to look at him.
At the front of the mob was a young woman. At first, Yuri thought she was another reporter, before he realized that she was actually attempting to block the reporters from entering.
"Sorry, sorry!" the woman called in heavily accented English. "Victor is busy right now! I can't allow media in! Sorry! Please stay back!"
Yuri shoved past a cameraman, whose eyes widened and immediately began whispering something to someone next to him. Yuri managed to catch his name and Victor's before the young woman stopped him.
"Um, sorry, but you can't go in right now!" she said, holding her hands out.
Yuri raised an eyebrow. It was obvious at this point that she was the owner or manager of the rink, but she must have been rather disinterested in competition skating if she didn't recognize Yuri. Or perhaps that was him overestimating his popularity again. Just as he was about to (extremely politely) explain that he was here to see Victor, the woman's eyes widened.
"Oh, Yuri! I'm so sorry. Victor told me you were coming. I didn't recognize you."
Yuri shrugged, biting his tongue back from saying something too rude. "It's…alright. Can I go—"
"FINISHED!"
Yuri groaned, recognizing the voice behind him. Sure enough, none other than Yuuri Katsuki staggered up next to him, walking past Mari. "Finally, the last workout! I can finally start skating again!" He turned to the woman, oblivious of Yuri's presence. "Is Victor in there?"
That's when Yuri lost it.
So (totally not of his own will) the next thing everyone knew, Yuri Plisetsky was kicking Yuuri Katsuki in the back, so hard that he flew past the doors and fell on the lobby floor.
He wasn't called the Russian Punk for nothing.
"What the fuck? Coming to Japan to visit was one thing. That was what I had been expecting. Coming to coach someone? Fine, that's alright. Whatever. The old man's close to retirement anyway. But coming to coach you? What the hell? And not only that, but you haven't even started skated yet?
Yuuri stared at him in shock, mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. Eventually, though, Yuri's anger was redirected as Victor stuck his head out of a room, grinning broadly with that stupid-ass heart-shaped smiled of his.
"Yuratchka! So nice to see you!"
Yuri's eye twitched. "Nice to see you, my ass."
"Oh Yuri, don't be silly, you don't have much of an ass," Victor retorted cheerfully. "It's all flat back there!"
Yuri grabbed a knife shoe from the counter and chucked it at Victor's face. Yuuri yelped, but Victor simply ducked as the skate flew above his head. The woman however, didn't have such a mellow reaction.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" she screamed, marching into the lobby. She slammed the door and locked it, and Yuri wondered why she hadn't done that in the first place. His thoughts were interrupted, however, as she jabbed a finger in his chest. "DON'T THROW AROUND SKATES LIKE THAT! FIRST OF ALL, YOU COULD HURT SOMEONE! SECOND OF ALL, THEY COST A LOT!"
"Okay, okay, sheesh, I'm sorry," Yuri muttered, shoving his hands in his jacket's pocket. Victor made a little noise of surprise and Yuri immediately whipped his head back to look at him. "What?"
"You're apologizing," Victor said, eyes wide. Yuri looked back at the woman, rolling his eyes.
"What's your name?"
"Yuuko," she responded, placing a hand on her hip. Just as she spoke, three little girls wearing matching outfits suddenly appeared out of nowhere, snapping pictures. Yuri yelped, nearly backing into Yuuri.
"It's Yuri Plisetsky!" the one wearing blue declared, turning to Purple.
"We need to post this immediately!" Pink said.
"Don't use social media without my permission!" Yuuko cried, attempting to pull away the cameras.
"So many Russian skaters are coming to us!" Purple said, hiding her camera behind her back. "Next thing we know, Mila and Georgi are going to be here!"
"GIRLS!" Yuuko screamed. They glanced at her for a brief moment before disappearing into a back room. Yuuko sighed, turning to Yuri. "I'm sorry. Those are my daughters Axel, Lutz, and Loop."
"You really named your daughters after jumps?" Yuri asked incredulously. "Also, how the heck did you have triplets? You're so young. And…" he struggled for the right word. "…skinny?"
Yuuko laughed. "Um…thank you? My husband and I love skating so we had to. They have normal middle names though. I had them three years ago, when I was twenty-three, so I've had time to work out."
"Yuri, I didn't know you had it in you!"
Yuri turned back to victor, considering picking up another skate to chuck at him. He managed to restrain himself, though, after Yuuko shot him a look as if she knew what he was thinking.
"Had what in me?" he muttered, grinding his teeth.
"You're being somewhat polite! And complimenting people!"
"Oh, shut up."
"So, why did you come here anyway?" Victor asked, finally stepping out of the room. He brushed his hair out of his face, and Yuri had the urge to reach out and fix the three strands that were randomly poking out. Why did he have a fringe? It was so annoying. He was always brushing it out of his face and it was always messed up and—
"Yuri?"
Oh, right. The question.
He cleared his throat before answering. "So you don't remember your promise. I should have guessed."
"What promise?" Victor asked cluelessly, tapping his pointer finger against his lips.
"You told me that if I listened to the old coach and didn't do quads last year for Juniors, then you would make me a short program for my senior debut. I've come to hold you to your promise."
Victor smiled, clapping his hands together. "Actually, that's perfect! I know exactly what I want to do!" And with that, he ran off to another room, leaving Yuri to stare at the place where he had been in complete confusion.
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It took Yuri until they got back to the inn for him to remember a piece of vital information he had learned from Mila a few months ago. He froze in his tracks, causing Victor and Yuuri to nearly run into him.
"Um, Yuri, is something wrong?"
Yuri slowly turned his head, and he assumed that his face was portraying his inner turmoil very well from the way Yuuri flinched. He had seemed on edge after Yuri had kicked him, and although he felt a bit bad for doing so, all his regrets disappeared whenever he saw Victor's stupid face.
"Vitya, you didn't really come here to coach the piggy, did—"
He was cut off as Victor muffled his mouth with his hand, still smiling cheerfully. "Not right now, Yuri!"
Yuuri looked between the two, a bewildered expression on his face.
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"Stop calling him piggy."
Yuri glanced up from Instagram to find a certain silver-haired man leaning on the side of the doorway leading into his room. He rolled off his bed, pocketing his phone in his sweatpants along the way. He walked to face Victor, turning his head upwards so their eyes locked.
"Why should I?"
"It bothers him."
Yuri snorted. "If he takes a nickname as an insult, that's not my problem."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me that you don't mean it as an insult, Yurio?"
Mari – the katsudon's older sister – had given him the stupid nickname during dinner when she mistook him as someone from a boy band he liked. Everyone else had adopted the nickname, claiming that it was easier to tell the difference between Yuri and Yuuri. Yuri, however, hated it. He was better than the Japanese Yuuri, he knew it. So why was everyone treating him like the second option?
Yuri raised an eyebrow, mocking him. "Are you trying to tell me that when you call him piglet, it's not an insult?"
"Yes. It just depends on the way you say it, the intention behind it."
"Don't tell me how to talk to people," Yuri muttered, taking a step closer to him. "You can't even tell him that you're his soulmate."
Victor smiled coolly. "Even if I haven't told him, at least I have a reason. Why haven't you tried to go after your soulmate, hm? I heard that he was skating, too. What's his name again? Ota—"
Yuri shoved him backwards, slamming the door in his face.
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I ship OtabekxYuri and y'all can fight me right now okay squarE UP
Thank you for your wonderful reviews last chapter! I'm feeling much more motivated haha. I kind of forget what happened in this episode so I just kinda wrote whatever. Hope you don't mind!
Next chapter:
In which Yuuri's sexual orientation turns out to be katsudon
I'm getting less and less professional with these chapter names as we go on…
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