Yuri stayed hidden in Viktor and Yuuri's spare room, hiding away from the world and generally being moody, although he had a very good excuse. It took everything Viktor and Yuuri had in them to get Yuri to eat. Eventually, it was Yuuri's katsudon that roused the teen into eating. Viktor and Yuuri never left him alone for too long in case something happened. This went on for four days with Viktor and Yuuri helping to make plans for the funeral and talking to various lawyers. It was at the end of their fourth day of misery that they received a call from Yakov.

"Vitya, I got a call from a lawyer. All three of you need to make your way down to the courthouse downtown for the will reading tomorrow."

Viktor looked at Yuuri, curious as to why the two of them would be requested. They could only hope that it was something to help Yurio. The two skaters made their way to "Yurio's Room", as they had begun to call it, to relay the news to the crestfallen teen. They got to the door and heard sobbing and babbling coming from the other side of the door. They opened the door to find sitting up in his bed with his cellphone to his ear, talking for the first time in days.

"Beka I don't know what to do. I have no family left. What if I get put in foster care? What if I never get to skate again? What do I do? I'm so scared Beka. I'm so scared."

Yuri was in hysterics as he talked to Otabek over the phone. Yuuri and Viktor walked in and wrapped their arms around the crying teen.

"We won't let anything happen to you, Yuri. That's a promise" said Viktor. "Yuuri and I will fight for you to keep you safe да (yes)"

"You hear that Yura. You're not alone. There are people who will fight to keep you safe. I'll try to get to you as soon as I can, or I'll at least meet you at Four Continents. Ok? I promise Yura you will be kept safe." Ant with that the line went dead and Yuri continued to cry.

"Yuri, I know you don't feel up to doing much, but tomorrow we need to go down to the courthouse so that your grandpa's will can be read. But no matter what happens Viktor and I will not let anyone take you away, ok? Yuri could only nod in agreement as he leaned into the back haired man. Yuri felt comforted knowing that there were people out there who cared about him enough to not let him starve out on his own.

The next day saw the trio piled into the back of Viktor's unnecessarily bright, pink convertible. The drive to the courthouse was silent. Yuri spent the whole time worried about his fate and if Yuuri and Viktor could keep their promise to protect him. They pulled into a parking spot and made their way up to the steps. Viktor gave their names and a lady dressed exceedingly professionally led them to a back room where an old man with short gray hair and a grizzled gray beard was waiting for them. Viktor was the first to speak.

"Мой русский Фанс не очень хорош. В любом случае, судопроизводство может вестись на английском языке?" (My Fiance's Russian is not good. Is there any way the proceedings could be conducted in English?)

The man looked at the trio and nodded his head and motioned for the skaters to sit down. He sat down and pulled out a manila envelope and began to pull out and read its contents.

I, Nikoli Plisetsky being of sound mind, declare this to be my last will and testament.

To my grandson Yuri Plisetsky:

I leave you all my old recipe books. I know how much you like to cook my Yura. I hope you get hours of enjoyment cooking for your friends. I also leave you my photo album so that you may remember all the good times and the good times still yet to come. I also leave you every last cent I have. Keep skating Yuratchka. Keep winning and make me proud. I will always love you.

Yuri was cry as he was read his bequeaths. His grandpa loved him with all his heart. He would keep skating and make him so proud of his accomplishments.

To Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki:

I name you the legal guardians of my grandson Yuri Plisetsky. I trust you two to take care of him. He needs people he can trust to be there for him. Don't let me down

Viktor looked at Yuuri and cracked a smile. Looks like their fight to keep Yuri would be a lot easier than they thought. The man gave them paper after paper to sign so that they could obtain legal guardianship with many interjections and translations from Viktor, the whole while Yuuri thought about the first time he met Nikoli Plisetsky.

It was not too long after he had moved to Russia. Unfortunately, Yuuri's plane was unable to land in Saint Petersburg due to a heavy snowfall. Yuri, who had been in Moscow visiting his grandpa after the GPF, begrudgingly invited Yuuri to spend the night with him and his grandpa. He remembered a man who would do anything for his grandson to keep him safe even if it meant washing said grandsons mouth out with soap when he eventually slipped up and let a swear word lose. Nikoli asked Yuuri about his skating career, about life in Japan with Yuri interjecting with his own stories. He asked him about his plans for the future and when Yuuri told him that he was engaged to Viktor Nikoli didn't even bat an eye, in fact, he smiled and gave his congratulations to the young man. The next day both Yuuri and Yuri were on a plane to Saint Petersburg, and that night, Nikoli Plisetsky sat down and rewrote his will.

After signing the many legal documents required, the two new fathers and their sad, angry son left the courthouse. The ride was silent still but there was an air of relief. Yuri didn't have to worry about not having to give up his skating. He got to stay with the people who cared about him. He would get to keep his cat as soon as he picked her up from Yakov's. As horribly upset as he was, Yuri knew that he would be safe.