Chapter Two – The Meeting

Things had gone so much better than even Viktor could have imagined and he found that he couldn't seem to wipe the smile from his face. There had never been a moment where he had doubted that Yuri would make the right choice in this matter, he knew that his fiancé was the type to think about others above himself, but he had thought that there was the potential he would have to do at least a little bit of convincing so to have Yuri accept this with so little persuasion was more than he had even dared to hope for.

And the ear to ear smile was a permanent fixture right now.

"Great! Let's get our skates and head out," Viktor said, of course already having his gear waiting so it was a simple matter to go and grab his skates so that he could change. And he knew that Yuri would have brought his as well since they always practiced, it was a daily activity for the two of them now that the younger man had had a little time to adjust to life here in Russia.

So this part at least wasn't out of the ordinary.

"Okay," Yuri agreed with a nod of his head, the slightly younger man shrugging off the backpack that he was wearing and then sitting down on one of the benches that were in the room for that purpose. Unzipping the backpack the Japanese man pulled out his skates and then started to change into them, thinking the entire time about the blonde boy that he had seen earlier and the fact that they were actually going to attempt to adopt.

That was still a surreal thought to him.

Because of his thoughts, Yuri was a little bit distracted while he was putting on his skates, which was the reason why it took longer than it normally would have.

"Are you okay Yuri?" Viktor questioned, craning his head down to look at the younger man as he asked this question. He was somewhat worried about the slow way that Yuri was going about putting on his skates and it made him second guess himself and wonder if Yuri was secretly upset about his suggestion that they take in the little orphan boy that he had met at the rink.

"Oh yea, I'm fine," Yuri was quick to say, the younger man raising up and waving his hands in a placating way while at the same time looking over at Viktor. "Really, I'm fine. I was just thinking." Which was the truth, he had been thinking.

Thinking about just how much their life was going to change.

"Okay…if you're sure," Viktor said, keeping his blue eyes focused on his fiancé for a few moments longer as he debated whether or not he was going to believe the words that Yuri had spoken to him. In the end he decided that he didn't have a real reason not to since Yuri wasn't in the habit of lying to him, at least not that he was aware of, so there was no reason to think that he was going to start now.

Even with his thoughts distracting him and slowing him down it still didn't take too long for Yuri to change into his skates and once he had done so Yuri got to his feet. "Ready to go Vitya?" he asked as he glanced over at Viktor.

Watching as the smile that Viktor was already wearing only grew wider.

"I love it when you call me that!" Viktor said in what could only be described as an excited voice. His eyes were practically shining and his smile was impossibly wide right now, Viktor reaching out and grasping Yuri's hands in his own. "I'm ready, I'm more than ready," he said in a low voice, the slightly older Russian man leaning over and giving Yuri a kiss on the lips before taking his hand and then leading the way once again to the rink.

A smile spread across Yuri's face in response to Viktor's exclamation, the younger man happy with the reaction that his use of that nickname had garnered.

He always loved it when he was able to get that type of reactions from Viktor.

Once they reached the rink Yuri's gaze once again shifted to focus on the small blonde child that was still out on the ice though now rather than skating figures he was leaning against the little half wall. It appeared as if he were watching some of the other skaters at this point and the first thing that Yuri noticed was the intense look in the green eyes of the child. He had never seen a kid with that kind of look on their face and it definitely served to capture his attention.

Yuri was pretty sure that the child who shared his name was currently scrutinizing the other skaters.

"C'mon, we're not just going to stand around and watch this time," Viktor said, giving Yuri's hand another tug and then leading the way to the entrance to the rink itself.

Yuri nodded his head and allowed himself to be led along by the hand, loving the feel of Viktor's strong hand grasping his own. Stepping onto the ice he felt that familiar rush that always came along with it, the slightly younger man having always had an affinity for skating. That had only grown when Viktor came to be his coach and now Yuri couldn't image being on the ice without the Russian man.

It was unthinkable that he wouldn't have Viktor at his side.

"Let's go through our routine once before we go over and talk to him," Viktor suggested, the man leaning close to Yuri so that he could whisper this plan to his fiancé.

"You wouldn't be stalling now would you Viktor?" Yuri couldn't help but ask but even as those words left his mouth he realized just how absurd that would have been had he been serious about it. He was pretty sure that Viktor Nikiforov had never had a problem talking to anyone in his entire life, he was a very outgoing individual.

"Of course not," Viktor said, leaning close so that he could whisper in the other man's ear. "Maybe I just want to show off with my fiancé a little bit, hm?" The tone of his voice could only be described as seductive and that managed to get a blush from Yuri.

Something that Viktor seemed to delight in doing, or so Yuri thought.

"You do that on purpose," Yuri accused with a shake of his head before giving Viktor a light little shove and then skating away from him. Far from being angry however he was just setting things up for their routine, which started out with him skating alone before Viktor joined him a little bit into the program.

Viktor just chuckled at the accusation, not even bothering to deny it, and then issued a little umph noise as he was shoved before watching as Yuri skated off.

The desire to pursue was strong but he held that at bay and just waited.

"What are these geezers doing?" the little blonde boy murmured from where he was still leaning against the wall, his intense gaze focusing on first Yuri and then Viktor as the older Russian joined the foreign man. As he watched them it became a bit more obvious what they were doing but that just led to more questions because he was pretty sure that when it came to pairs skating it was supposed to be a male and female pair, not two men.

At least that was the impression that he had always gotten.

"That's just weird," he muttered with a shrug of his shoulders before pushing himself away from the wall. He could tell that they were practicing some routine but he wasn't really worried about getting in the way and he needed to get back to his own practicing. He had to make sure that Yakov wanted to keep him around as a student, he had to find a way to provide for himself so that he didn't end up stuck at the orphanage forever.

There was no way that he was going to live his life like that.

Little Yuri was so focused on his thoughts that he actually almost bumped into the pair that were skating in the center of the rink.

Thus inadvertently initiating the meeting between the three of them.

"Whoa there, careful," Viktor said as he spun Yuri away from the blonde child, preventing the collision that had been about to happen. His blue eyes focused on the boy and he decided that now was as good a time as any to start trying to make friends with the boy. "So I heard from Yakov that your name is Yuri… I think that's funny because my fiancé here is also named Yuri," Viktor said, more or less just trying to make idle conversation so that he and Yuri could get a feel for the child.

And vice versa.

"Yea?" the little blonde said, gazing up at the tall man with a frown. For a moment the look on his face could be mistaken for interest but that was sort of shattered when the little boy next spoke up. "So who really cares?"

This was said in a blunt tone of voice and the look on the child's face matched the tone almost perfectly. It was pretty clear that he didn't really care that he shared a name with the man that this guy was skating with and that he had almost collided with only a few minutes before.

"Wow, so grumpy," Viktor said with a chuckle, not really taking the boy's words to heart. He hadn't expected a warm welcome really, they were strangers after all so it was naturally going to take a bit of time and getting to know one another before the child would be pleasant to be around. "Any way my name's Viktor Nikiforov, nice to meet you." As he threw his name out there Viktor did casually wonder if the child had possibly heard of him before, he was more than a little bit famous in the world of figure skating after all and even more so here in his home country of Russia. And while he wasn't certain that this child was into the sport enough to watch other people competing he was guessing that there had been occasions where Yuri had done so, whether on his own or with others here at the rink since they were often watching other skaters' performances and analyzing them.

A good strategy for devising a routine to beat them of course.

Little Yuri's eyes widened as he heard the name, the blonde having not paid enough attention to the man before to make the connection but now he saw it and he was a little bit stunned. He shook that off pretty quickly however and just ended up scowling at Viktor yet again. "Yea, still don't care," he said, trying to make his voice as gruff as he could so that this man would go away and stop talking to him already. He had already decided that he was not going to get attached to anyone, it would only end badly for him and he wanted to avoid that.

It was easier that way.

"I think we should tell Coach Yakov that he needs a nap," Yuri spoke up from where he was standing, his kind brown eyes focused on the clearly unhappy child as he made this comment. "He's definitely grumpy."

That earned a glare from the child.

"Shut the hell up! No one asked you!" the child ended up snapping, surprising both Viktor and Yuri in the process since they never would have expected language like that to come from such a young child.

"Whoa there little tiger, calm down," Viktor said, kneeling down so that he was more on Yuri's level as he locked gazes with him. That seemed like a better idea than looming over the little one and the older Russian was thinking that it might help to make him less intimidating to little Yuri. "We're not here to pick a fight with you, we just wanted to talk. But if you want to get back to your practice now then we won't stop you." As he said this his voice was calm and kind, the look on his face hard to read.

Or at least it was for everyone except for Yuri.

He knew exactly what was going through the mind of his fiancé. The slightly older man was desperately looking for a way to help this child, even more so now than he had been before they spoke to the little blonde. It was clear that there were signs that all was not well with this little one and that just lent a sense of urgency to getting custody of him and officially adopting him and making him part of their family.

For a moment the blonde just stared at Viktor, surprised by being called little tiger and actually finding that he liked the nickname.

Even though he had always maintained that he hated all nicknames.

He didn't allow that thought to linger however and instead just gave Viktor and the other Yuri another glare before abruptly turning and skating off. Wanting to put as much distance between himself and the two strangers as he could. He made haste to the other end of the rink and once there he stopped, keeping his back to the pair as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

As well as with his feelings surrounding that strange encounter.

"I think we need to hurry up and file some paperwork," Yuri said as he gazed at Viktor, who was still crouched low to the ice where he had knelt to speak to the little blonde.

"Yea we should…could you maybe help me up?" Getting into this position hadn't been a problem and getting up wouldn't have been either if he had done so immediately but right now he lacked any sort of momentum and didn't really want to risk falling on his butt.

Yuri just laughed at the request, leaning forward to poke one finger on the top of Viktor's head, grinning as he did so, before abruptly patting his head and then offering a hand to help him up. "C'mon," he said with that smile still on his face, ready to pull Viktor to his feet so that the two of them could head out to get started on some paperwork.

A/N and Disclaimer - I do not own Yuri! on Ice, obviously, just having some fun with it. End of the second chapter, hope that you enjoyed it. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. And if there's anything you'd like to see scenario wise for this little family, feel free to let me know. Thanks for reading!