Plushenko & Weir

There was little awkwardness in the male that was awake. He'd managed to squeeze out from the bed to make coffee, but he was quick and eager to be back, Just as soon as he had the covers pulled up, he was enveloped once more in a warm hold. The other male still asleep, yet even in the real of dreams he refused to let his dear friend Johnny Weir go for any longer then a few minutes.

The whole night consisted of tear-filled dreams on both parts, and tight embraces. Their only comfort was each others warm cuddling. Evgeni hadn't once woken up, Johnny wondered how their friendship would be after this, would the Russian hold to him this tightly then? Or would it be like in the movies where it was awkward?

Johnny would have pondered more, but the hotel door gace off a few clicking sounds as a knob was turned, then a click as it was pushed closed. At the foot of his bed, stood an unsurprised Takashi, the man dangling a card key from his fingers. His furrowed eyebrows turned up with his broad smile.

The Japanese made his way over to the bed, sitting on the side that brought him closer to Plushenko.

"Евгений Викторович"

[Evgeni Viktorovich/Evgeni Plushenko]

Takashi whispered softly, then looked up to Weir; whispering to him this time.

"Do you want to know why second is the biggest loser of all?"

He didn't give the man a chance to reply.

"You have me; who never win medal before. I am new in the scene, and the first to bring medal home from this. Then you have Lysacek, young vibrant American, who may have been good, or maybe bad, but he wins gold, now he's best in the world, so three feels good and so does first. But second… He's usually older, and has won gold before, second had a good kick to the stomach, now there is only one person in the whole world better then him, one person he will never be able to beat."

Johnny turned a glazed look to the peacefully sleeping man in his arms. He could feel his eye well up with tears.

"Why-Why can't he beat him? Takashi?"

He was scared to ask, they very question shook his vocal cords, along with the rest of his body.

"Several surgeries for hernias, and he's getting old. Johnny he's the greatest jumper in the world, he's made so many sacrificed that his body just can't handling anymore. He is alley cat on the ice, sure, but alley cats have proven to short life."

Tightening his arms around his charge; he pulled him closer, burying his face into the Russian's hair.

"There were a lot of things he shouldn't have been able to recover from. He's something special. That's gotta count for something…"

Takashi reached out to his friend, laying a gentle and consoling hand upon his head. That comforting hand stroked through his locks, down to caress his face and take hold of his chin to make him look up. Takashi's eyes were hard, dark and knowing. Frightfully so.

"He came charging in last night, he came in angered and messed up and struck me. Right across the face."

Johnny found himself randomly blurting out. His companion had a soft sort of smile, a mysterious look on his face.

"Why?"

"He told me that Evan was dancing and flirting with his wife."

The Japanese knew this already; he shook his head and held up his hand to stop Johnny from saying anything else. He didn't get the answer he wanted so he was just going to have to help the lad find the correct one.

"No. I meant, why did he hit you?"

Johnny looked confused, down right caught off guard when he got the hint. The person he should have attacked was Lysacek, but he didn't, he went after him. But why?

"I'll tell you. He is trusting you. He knew you would not be mad at him, but if he took his anger out on Evan, he knew the consequences. You are by far the most forgiving and warmest choice. He chose you with his heart without meaning to."

He wished he could truly understand what that meant. He felt like Takashi was insinuating that Evgeni loved him but just didn't know that he did. It was one of the more ridiculous things he'd ever heard, but he knew from the look in his friends eyes that he was dead serious.

His gaze dropped down to Plushenko, who's eyes brows were furrowed as his sleep was being lightly disturbed since their conversation had risen to just above whispers.

"It sounds better in my head…"

He scratched his cheek with a finger, chewing on his lip as he thought about what he said.

"Anyways you have a better chance of winning him over, rather than I or perhaps Evan. You can speak his language. It would probably make him more comfortable that way."

Johnny was drinking all the tips and information up like his life depended on it.

"And be constant… In his life. However, don't like... move quickly in. Is suffocating and maybe scare him."

Takashi smiled and stood, patting his friends shoulder.

"I would be lost without you!"

Takashi heaved a sigh as he got up, acting like he was fatigued. Bending down, he set his lips against Weir's forehead, tilting his head farther and placing that feather kiss on Plushenko's forehead.

"I know."

The young man waved, bowed his head as was accustomed and offered a great chesire cat grin.

"Ja ne."

Then he turned; scampered out the door, and was left leaning against it, grinning at a friend of his who was leaning against the wall next to him.

" You are conniving. Very sneaky!"

Takashi smiled even more if that was possible. His companies' lips twitched up briefly.

"Genya is hard quarry to catch. I find odd that silly Amerikan can do so vell."

"Don't mistake my intentions, you get what you wanting Artem Borodulin, and he gets something too."

There was a short scoff, and Takashi decided from that; it was time to move before the kid got all high and mighty on him. However, that boy stuck to him like a shadow; hand in his pickers with that same leisurely smile on.

"If you're going to change your mind about who you want, then go find someone else. Not a toll… Aiya. You Russians, like little helpless babies…"

A delicate sniff of disdain could be heard. His counter part had his head bowed. Watching Daisuke's feet and how he walked. It was a smooth gait, and he enviously admitted that third place could have gone to someone worse.

"Hah. What do you get out of helping babies like me then?"

Takashi merely glanced over ,eyed the man up and down as he chewed his answer over carefully.

"Entertainment."

A smirk unbefitting of his face graced him then.