Yuuri in Russia

A/N: Finally I meet a deadline! No. but seriously this is an accomplishment. See notes at end.

Off the Ice 2: Yuri is a Brat

"Quit gawking! You're standing out even more, stupid," Yuri stated as the two walked down the street.

"Oh, so you're telling me that you didn't look like a gawking foreigner when you first got to Hasetsu?" Yuuri fired back, glancing at the blond to his right.

"Tch, whatever," Yuri grumbled and looked away. Yuuri smiled and continued taking in the city. It was different from Hasetsu, making him a bit lonely. He frowned as cars and people passed by.

"Oí, we're turning right at the next block." Yuri elbowed him, making him wince.

"はい, はい." Yuri stuck close to him despite the ample room in the sidewalk, which brought some comfort to Yuuri. They rounded the corner and could see the convenience store now. It was of decent size, so he knew there would be some food options.

"Katsudon, do you even have money?" Yuri looked up at the man from underneath his hoodie.

"Of course! I always exchange money at the airport."

"Good, because I'm don't. Buy me food."

"Eh?" Yuri didn't respond, but his cheeks tinged pink as he looked away. Yuuri shrugged it off, and really, how much could a fifteen-year-old eat? Turns out Yuri stuffed the cart full of snacks and food he wasn't allowed to eat at Lilia's house. "Are you sure you should be eating all that?"

"Hah? Are you my mom or something?" Yuuri rolled his eyes, but decided not to say anything. "Besides, I can treat myself because I won the Gand Prix."

"But I'm the one buying," Yuuri murmured, pushing the cart down the aisle as Yuri kept on piling snacks.

"Fine, I'll treat you to... katsudon, if you beat me in the next competition," the boy absentmindedly replied while he tried deciding if he should get the spicy chips or the lemon-flavored ones. Yuuri nearly protested when he tossed both bags into the cart. "Though I doubt you'll be able to pull it off."

"Ha, you'd better remember that, Yurio." Yuri stuck his tongue out at him before walking away towards the drink aisle. Yuuri dutifully followed him, mentally calculating if he had enough money. After about the fourth – or was it the sixth? – drink he intervened, "Stop, we still have to buy food."

"What are you talking about? This is food." He replied, placing another bottle of what appeared to be guava juice into the cart.

"Forget you," Yuuri turned the cart around and headed in the direction he thought the premade food was. Yuri protested, but followed the older man. They ended up getting salad, a fruit platter, and roasted chicken along with every single item in their cart. Yuuri didn't even bother trying to convince the blonde otherwise. He was just thankful he still had a good amount of money left as they exited the store. "Help me out!"

Yuri clicked his tongue, but took two of the five bags from Yuuri. They walked back to the apartment in silence. Once they were inside again, Yuri dropped the bags he was carrying right by the front door, and plopped back down on the sofa, facedown.

"At least eat something first," Yuuri implored as he dragged the bags on the floor towards the open kitchen. Yuri raised an arm in the air and let it drop as a response. The Japanese man sighed and reopened the fridge door, knowing it had to be cleaned. "Help me find some plastic bags, Yuri."

"They're in the second drawer to the right of the sink," Yuri barely lifted his head to reply.

"How do you know, Yurio?" Curiosity stirred within Yuuri, he always knew the two Russians were close. Yuri mumbled his answer into the pillow meaning Yuuri would have to ask again later if he really wanted to know. He finished cleaning the fridge relatively quickly while Yuri took a nap on the sofa. Yuuri brushed his hair back with his hand while he tossed the gloves he was using in the trash bin that was more than halfway full with spoiled food. The smell was the worst, but once the lid of the bin was closed, he could hardly smell it. Now that was dealt with, Yuuri rummaged through the kitchen to see where everything was kept. Surprisingly, Viktor kept sets of cutlery instead of only the bare necessities. Yuuri took out two small plates and forks. He washed them just in case they were dusty from being stored for so long. He dried his hands with a cloth towel he found in one of the cabinets as he walked behind the sofa.

"Hey, Yuri, wake up," he said, poking the blonde's shoulder a bit. He was surprised the boy could sleep face down into the pillow without feeling suffocated. Yuri buried himself deeper into the pillow unwilling to get up, "if you sleep any longer, you won't be able to sleep later."

Yuri grumbled as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. His hair was splayed out onto his face, so he shook his head to get it to go back to its normal place. "Give me my snacks, katsudon."

"No way. Before you gorge yourself on that stuff eat some fruit. I already washed the dishes, so you can't say no." Yuri looked displeased, but nodded. By the stern look on Yuuri's face, he knew the Japanese man wasn't going to take no for an answer. He walked over to the table and stabbed at the fruit he wanted and moved them to his plate. "More, Yurio." Yuri rolled his eyes, but stabbed and took a couple more pieces of fruit.

"Happy?" Yuri stomped back over to the sofa while Yuuri served himself. "Did Viktor say when he's coming back?"

"He just said after his hangover is gone, so I'm sure he'll get the next available flight." Yuuri walked over to sit on the other end of the sofa facing the blond, his back against the arm rest.

"That idiot. Who on earth drinks that much? Even I could smell him and I wasn't standing next to him."

"Right? At least you didn't have to room with him while he was drunk."

"Oh please, you think I haven't been around Viktor while he's drunk off his ass? Depending on what happened, he's almost as bad as you were at the banquet," he made a face and gagged as he remembered, "I'm never letting you get drunk anywhere near me again. Fucking never."

"Shut up," Yuuri blushed and nibbled on the piece of Apple. "... Say, Yurio? Why do you think he drank so much?"

"How should I know?" Yuuri sighed, and continued to eat his fruit. Chris probably enabled him too much, he thought, frowning. He slumped into his seat, cradling his plate in his hands. Yuri looked over and sighed exasperatedly. "Why not ask him when he comes back if you're so worried?"

"No, it's not really that important," Yuuri replied airily.

"You're annoying." Yuri suddenly stood up and walked into the kitchen to pick up the bags filled with his snacks, dropping the dirty plate and fork in the sink. Yuuri watched as the teenager methodically grabbed cups, filled them with ice, and grabbed a large bowl before bringing everything over to the sofa. He shoved one of the cups into Yuuri's hand, tossing the bags in the middle, and took away his plate of fruit from him. "Do you like horror movies?"

"No," Yuuri replied instantly, gripping the cup in his hands, knowing fully well where this was headed.

"Too bad, we're watching one," Yuri turned around to take the remote from next to the tv on the tv stand. He pulled the drapes fully closed on all three large windows so that no light peered in.

"Can't we watch something else," Yuuri tried convincing.

"No way," Yuri replied turning the tv on and plopping back into his seat. "Choose whatever drink you want. We'll split it." Yuuri nervously dug through the bags while Yuri excitedly perused the horror section on Netflix. "There! How does Ouija sound?"

"Like something I don't want to watch," Yuri replied, opening the bottle of juice. He poured the contents out evenly between the two cups as Yuri turned the volume up and pressed play. As the opening credits were playing, Yuri grabbed four individual bags of snacks and opened all of them, dumping the array of chips into the large bowl. Just as the movie started he whispered, "Katsudon, scoot closer."

Yuuri looked puzzled until he figured that if he moved, it would have been easier to share the snacks, and now they were sitting next to each other. So he was now sitting with his back straight as a washboard while Yuri was lazily sprawled over the arm of the couch. The movie started, and both males were entranced, for different reasons. Yuuri was comforted by the crunch of the snacks as weird as that was. It gave him a distraction from the horror on the screen. Yuri looked on eagerly, jumping ever so slightly when the terrifying parts played because there was no way he'd let himself be more scared than Katsudon. Eventually Yuuri leaned back into the sofa, and brought his knees up to form a shield between him and the screen. Every so often he would hide behind his bent knees, earning a smirk from Yuri. The snacks quickly disappeared, most of them into Yuri's stomach as Yuuri had a diet to keep. Quietly Yuuri extended his foot out and reached down to place his half full cup on the floor. His hands had gone numb from the ice.

"Bah," Yuri jumped at him. Scaring the older man.

"Gah," Yuuri lost his balance in his fright and toppled onto the floor. Yuri guffawed. "That's not funny, Yurio." His heart hammering in his chest. Yuuri covered his face with his cold hands. The movie continued playing in the background.

"It is to me," Yuri wheezed out, clutching his stomach. Both their drinks had spilled onto the wooden floor in the comotion. Yuuri pulled his feet off the side of the sofa, only to have them land on the spilled juice.

"You're cleaning the floor," Yuuri replied, turning over so that his back was to Yuri. That made Yuri stop laughing. Yuuri smiled when he heard the teenager getting up. Next thing he knew he was being dragged by his arm towards the sofa. Yuri was smirking. "No! Don't you dare." Yuuri thrashed trying to get out of his grip. Too late, he could feel the cold liquid seep into his shirt. He looked up in shock, Yuri was still smirking. "You're dead."

The words came out of the brunette's mouth, and Yuri had enough sense to run. He darted back running behind the kitchen island as Yuuri swiped at him. He was stuck. They were doing this weird chase around the island. Yuri would dart left, but Yuuri would go to cut off his a sort of stalemate. It is gripped the island, using his upper body strength to propel himself over and across the top. He was out. Without looking back, he darted to the front door. Vaguely he heard Yuuri complain about all the stuff he dropped when he did his stunt and knew the older man was still chasing him down the hall of the floor.

"Yura, my, I haven't seen you in ages. Are you finally back?" There was a petite old lady walking towards him, her hand on her cheek, looking pleased. She was wearing a long sleeved black knit sweater with a leopard print scarf and black dress pants. Her silvery white hair was in a braided up do. Yuri glanced back and determined he had no time to stop and talk with her.

"Yes, Mrs. Adler," Yuri placed a fleeting kiss on the old woman's cheek, and continued running, "Dasvidanya."

"Oh my," Miss Adler turned to watch Yuri run off. Seconds later Yuuri whizzed past her, "such energetic youngsters. Must feel nice to be young." The bracelets on her arm jingled as she lowered her hand, and continued walking towards her apartment. She glanced back one more time to catch the brunette nearly trip into the stairwell. She stalled, but smiled once the man righted himself. That must be Yuri Katsuki, she thought, happy that things were once again going to be boisterous.

Extended A/N: Thank you to those who Favorited/Followed! It really helps in seeing if there is interest for the story. I'll be using these end notes to reply to reviews/comments.

midnightsky0612: I too like seeing the Yuris interact, and there'll be many more interactions between these two in the future. (When oh when is season two coming out!)

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