Yuri in Russia
Summary: Two Russians and a Japanese walk into a pub. The Japanese manages to unintentionally say something that pisses off the younger Russian. A series of chapters detailing Yuuri's life in Russia with Viktor. It wouldn't be Russia without Yuri Plisetky's constant presence, of course. Just a funny little thing that I'll update every once in a while.
Off Ice 3: Chases and Photos
"Yurio, alright you win," Yuuri called out. He had been so close in catching his target, but his legs burned and he was pretty worn out. They had been running around the block, drawing the curious stares from the people passing by.
"You're just saying that so I'll stop." There was no way Yuri was letting himself be caught. Nope.
"I'm serious. I'm giving up," Yuuri slowed down to a stop, "let's head back." Yuuri panted, his hands on his knees as was trying to catch his breath. Yuri looked back and decided to stop a couple of strides away just in case.
"Tired already, old man?" Yuri proudly stood up straight though his chest was rising up and down, his cheeks tinted pink as if he had just finished skating his program. Yuuri straightened up and began walking away from Yuri, hand on his hip, back in the direction of the apartments. Really, it had been a miracle that neither slipped and injured themselves considering they had been running in slippers. He heard Yuri jog next to him and glanced down. The blonde boy was slightly smiling, but his face formed a full-blown scowl once he realized he was being watched. "What's your problem?"
"My shirt is soaked, and it's cold."
"Should've thought of that before you decided to accept Viktor's proposal," Yuri retorted.
"I didn't expect a teenager to petty enough to drag me through spilled orange juice." Yuri rolled his eyes.
"Whatever." Yuuri opened the building door for him. It was four stories tall with Viktor's loft apartment on the third floor. There was a man behind the front desk, looking bored, but waved at Yuri as they passed by. The entry floor was more of a lounge area with the mail wall near the elevator and stairs. Off to the side there was a doorway leading to a restaurant like area with a bar the patrons could use.
"Oí, Katsudon, did you bring the key?" They were in the elevator, going up. Yuuri fidgeted, checking his pockets. "Uhm."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Yuri groaned, running a hand through his hair, "are you serious?"
The elevator stopped and the door opened, "it's not like I locked the door in the first place."
"Idiot, the top lock locks by itself, so if you don't have the key, we're locked out." Yuri stormed out of the elevator towards the apartment. "Call Viktor. Hopefully, he's already on his way back."
"Uhm. My phone is in my coat pocket." Yuuri looked straight ahead as he walked past Yuri who had stopped walking to gape at him. The blond threw his arms up in the air before pulling his own phone out from his pocket. He put the phone to his ear as he walked, muttering obscenities from what Yuuri could tell. "Viktor!..." was all that Yuri understood from the spitfire Russian Yuri was talking in. The brunette had an inkling he was being mentioned in the conversation when Yuri scoffed and waved his arm in his general direction.
"Заткнись, дай мне поговорить! Когда ваш рейс? (Shut up, let me talk!)...
"га? Я просто спрашиваю, потому что ваш идиот fia - забыл ключи в квартире (Hah? Im just asking because your idiot fia – forgot the keys in the apartment)…
".У ВАС АВТОМАТИЧЕСКИЙ БЛОК НА МЕСТЕ. МЫ НЕ МОЖЕМ НАСТРОИТЬ (YOU HAVE AN AUTOMATIC LOCK IN PLACE. WE CAN'T FUCKING GET BACK IN)..." Yuri barked a few more things in Russian, and ended the call. HE swiftly walked past Yuuri, who by now was leaning against the door, waiting. "Viktor says Mrs. Adler has the spare key."
"Are you coming or not?" He gruffly asked when Yuuri stayed by the door. Yuuri nodded and followed after him. The older woman opened the door after the first knock. The corners of her teal eyes wrinkled as a large, warm smile graced her features.
"Yura!"
"Mrs. Adler," His features naturally softened.
"It's been too long. Come in, come," she ushered them in through the door. "Vitya did a splendid job of keeping me up to date." Mrs. Adler giggled when Yuri rolled his eyes, knowing he understood what she was getting at. Yuuri nervously shifted where he was standing in the entrance.
Yuri glanced over at him, "I'm sure you've heard of Yuri Katsuki."
"Plenty," her smile widened, "nice to finally meet you, dear." She couldn't help but giggle when the man blushed, "you can call me Mrs. Adler."
"Uhm, nice to meet you..."
"Come now, boy. Im not an alien," she chuckled, "who do you think Vitya and Yuri learned English from?"
"Yeah, she's pretty spartan. Don't let her fool you," Yuri interjected. He laughed when the older woman swatted his shoulder.
"Now, who wants some hot chocolate?"
"With marshmallows and whipped cream?" Yuri eagerly asked.
"Of course! Who do you take me for," she turned her nose upwards before laughing. "And you, Mr. Katsuki?"
"Uhm, just Yuuri is fine." He fidgeted, "and Yes, please. If it isn't too much trouble."
"She wouldn't be offering if it were." Yuri grumbled.
"Still rough around the edges, I see," she tutted at Yuri before turning back to the brunette man, "it's of no trouble. Come inside, both of you, and sit on the sofa while I go prepare the chocolate." The two boys followed the elderly woman into the living area where she directed them to the off white sofas and arm chair. The furnishings perfectly matched with the carpet and wall paintings giving the room sense of warmth and comfort. Yuuri didn't miss the framed photos of both Viktor and Yuri on the book shelves near the windows. Curiously, he walked towards them.
In one of them Viktor had one arm around Yuri, forcing the younger, grumpy boy to take a picture with him. Another, Yuri and Viktor were sitting down at the table, books and papers splayed out across. Yuri looked like he was dying or sleeping on top of a pile of books. The third was of an older man who had streaks of grey in his otherwise jet black hair. He was smiling as he handed a small, fluff ball to an astonished Viktor. "Wait! Is that," Yuuri exclaimed pointing at the fluff ball, "Makachin?"
"The brown fuzz ball?" Mrs. Adler answered from the kitchen, "Yes, back when he was just a puppy." She walked back into the living room where one Yuri was sprawled on the sofa and the other standing by the book shelves.
"Uhm, is that man your husband?" Yuuri asked. The man most certainly didn't look like Yakov, and he bore no resemblance to Viktor. Yuuri thought he had made a mistake because the blond teenager tensed.
Mrs. Adler lightly hit Yuri to get him to sit up correctly and took a seat next to him, "That's correct, Yuuri," she smiled softly, "Mika adored Vitya as if he were our own. I still do, mind you, even though that boy rarely writes anymore."
Oh, Yuuri understood now, and uncomfortably shifted in his spot, "So, uhm..."
"Yes, Yuuri. My husband passed away," she sighed, but didn't show any other signs of distress, "it took a big toll on Vitya."
"Way to go, Katsudon," Yuri sneered from the sofa, referring to the melancholic mood that seemed to settle in. Yuuri guiltily gulped. He really hadn't meant to pry into something so personal and with a completely stranger nonetheless!
Mrs. Adler rolled her eyes, "Oh quiet, you. You have the least amount of tact out of the three of us, Yura." Yuri huffed in response, crossing his arms in front of himself. The subtle glance the blond sent to the older woman didn't escape either Yuuri or Mrs. Adler. "Well, there's a photo album in the cabinet there," she turned to Yuuri, pointing at the cabinets by the bookshelves, "bring it here, and I'll show you embarrassing pictures of this rascal."
Yuri vehemently protested then. Mrs. Adler shook her head and opened the photo album out of the blond ice skater's reach. Yuuri smiled. The heavy mood forgotten. They laughed over the photos and there were plenty, especially of a younger Viktor. But seriously, how on earth did Yuri manage to somehow come out with a weird face whenever he was in the back ground of photos? Sometimes he looked in the middle of a sneeze, yawn, or something! Soon the hot chocolate was ready, and the three moved to the dining table to prepare their chocolate with marshmallows or whipped cream, both in Yuri's case. He stuck his tongue out at Yuuri when he noticed his amusement.
"So, Yakov told me that Vitya is returning to the ice," Mrs. Adler spoke from the kitchen area.
Yuri scowled, "You still talk to that old man about us?" The old woman chuckled before walking towards the table.
"Yes, I do. Only every so often now," she scrunched up her nose, "I think he's worried Lilia is going to get jealous if she finds him corresponding with me –
"Gross. I did not need to know that those two are getting back together." Yuuri on the other hand looked confused, and felt left out of the conversation.
" –Honestly. Yakov should know that Lilia and I have come to know one another," Yuri stared at her wide eyed. Yuuri guessed that the blonde didn't know that bit of information. Mrs. Adler sighed, but then smiled, and clapped her hands "alright, now that everyone has their chocolate, let's go back to the living room and finish looking through that album."
Yuri rolled his eyes, and sipped his chocolate. Unsubtly, he kicked the Japanese man under the table. Yuuri glared at him before turning to Mrs. Adler with a wide enough smile to spite the younger male, "I would love to, Mrs. Adler."
"Good!" Then she paused, thinking. Her teal eyes lit up suddenly. "OH! I also have some home movies from when Yura was little - well, littler."
"Mrs. Adler, that would be perfect," Yuuri drawled as Yuri groaned from his seat, now moping over his chocolate. The rest of the day was spent in Mrs. Alders's apartment, swapping stories and some jokes at Viktor or Yuri's expense. Yes, Yuuri and Mrs. Adler got along wonderfully as she had expected. She hummed to herself softly as she placed a large blanket over the boys, now sleeping away from each other, leaning on their respective armrests. She was glad it was Yuuri whom she was entrusting Vitya with. Taking a glance at Mika's photo on the mantle, she smiled and continued to softly hum.
A/N: A bit (or a lot) late in the day, but here it is! I'm in the process of moving, but expect next chapter on Saturday. As always, I own nothing and receive no rewards, but your follows/reviews.
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