After what was an eventful few days the euphoria of the competition had begun to die down. Yuri said some heartfelt goodbyes to Otabek that lead to both parties actually shedding a few tears. Beka left on his flight back to Almaty and the two Russians and Yuuri left back to Saint Petersburg. Yuri started a new, more intense training regimen to beat his Father at the upcoming worlds. In his head (and never out loud) Yuri had begun to refer to Yuuri as father and Viktor as papa. He could never let them know that he had some tiny amount of affection for the two. It would destroy his already fragile bad boy image he had going for him.

It was less than a week later when Yuri once again locked himself in his room. While parents were out doing some grocery shopping Yuri received another phone call that would shatter his life as he knew it. Because he was the only living relative not incarcerated for life, Yuri got all the calls pertaining to his late grandpa.

When Yuuri and Viktor returned home they heard ugly hysterical crying coming from their son's room. The dropped their bags and ran to his room. Yuri was huddled on his bed, curled up into a ball. He looked very scared like someone was out to hurt him.

"Yuri what happened? Are you alright?" asked Yuuri.

"I n n need to hide! Th th they're gonna hurt me!" Yuri buried himself into his parents and began to panic. It took a good hour to calm the boy down enough to figure out what had happened. Yuri had received a call from the police to inform him of the result of the investigation into his grandpas' murder. Yuri had every right to be scared. It was the result of the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The crime syndicate that Yuri's biological father had been a part of before he got caught red handed in the murder of Yuri's mother. If they had killed his grandpa, who's to say that they wouldn't go after Yuri?

They decided to let Yuri sleep in their room that night to keep an eye on him. The next day brought Viktor to his laptop. The man had a few emails to make. The first went to Yakov to let him know what had happened and why they would not be at practice for the day. The next was to the ISU. They're the governing body for all skaters. If anyone had answers to Viktor's inquiries it was them.

The days continued on and it drew closer to Yuri's 16th birthday. As happy an occasion this was going to be, the heavy-heartedness of that phone call weighed on the small family. Viktor and Yuuri had to drag him to practice every day and he was never left alone. Viktor spent a lot of time on his computer but he didn't tell his boys what he was doing. They just assumed it was something for Yuri's birthday.

After another week the big day arrived. Yuri spent the better part of the day skyping with Otabek and spending time together with his new family. Otabek was sad that he couldn't get away to be with him but this would suffice for now. Yuuri had prepared katsudon for dinner and Viktor had bought Yuri a chocolate cake decorated like a tiger. The picture of that cake broke Instagram as Yuri's' Angels flooded his comments with happy birthday wishes. Yuuri and Viktor had gifted the young skater many cat themed items including sweaters and jackets. They also gave him a new pair of leopard print skated with strict instruction not to use them till next season. This earned a half scowl as Yuri was way too excited about the skates. Yakov and Lilia gave the boy a few books on the history of skating and ballet. Contrary to popular belief, Yuri did like to read. Otabek sent over a photo album of their time together since the GPF as well as a very soft cat plushy. Yuri seemed genuinely happy for the first time in a while. The trio was enjoying themselves and this was when Viktor decided to tell Yuuri and Yuri why he'd been on the computer so much lately.

"Not to spoil the mood but I have a big announcement to make. Yuri, after you told us what happened with the phone call I got super concerned about your safety…"

"I'm not quitting skating you geezer."

"You're not quitting skating Yuri, now let me finish. So anyways I emailed the ISU with my concerns to find out what we should do. They agree that your safety is number one and that it would be better for you to leave Russia."

"WHAT!? LEAVE RUSSIA!? Leave grandpa?" Yuri looked crestfallen.

"Yes Yuri, leave Russia. But Yuri it for your own safety. And it's not right away. We will finish the season competing for our respective countries, and then we're moving to Canada to compete for them. The ISU and I have been coordinating with the Canadian government and Skate Canada and we should know before worlds the exact details."

Wait…ARE YOU SAYING I HAVE TO BE ON THE SAME TEAM AS JJ!? NO WAY IN HELL OLD MAN!"

"Yes we will but we won't live in the same city. JJ lives out east I think it would be cool to live in the mountains."

"Well, I'm fine with this idea." Said Yuuri "You know everything we do is because we care about you, Yuri. We want to see you grow and succeed and we can't do that here anymore. We don't want you to be scared to go out on your own. It's a new start for us all. And I know that your grandpa would want you to be safe and happy. "Yuuri went to hug the boy to let him know that he was there for him. They would get through this as a family.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Yuri talked to Otabek to let him know what was happening. Otabek approved. All he wanted was for Yuri to be safe, even if it meant moving farther away. Yuuri even called his friends and family back in Japan to fill them in. He said that he would still visit them and that this move was for the best. Viktor just kept an eye on his boys. Yuuri and Viktor checked on their son before bed to make sure he was alright. They all had to get plenty of sleep. After all the world championship started in 29 days and they needed all the sleep and practice they could get.

Hey everyone! I hope you like this chapter. I think I'll try to get out two chapters a week. I chose Canada mostly because I'm Canadian and it's easier to write about what you know. Also, Canada is a beautiful and diverse country with a good looking Priminister. Until next time –Shadows