Yuuri 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.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Off the Ice: Rude Awakening
"Are you sure? You two can stay here if you'd like." Mrs. Adler fretted over them as the two were pulling on their shoes. Yuri was far less awake than Yuuri, so he stumbled onto the wall. The elderly woman reached out to steady him. Sleepily, Yuri hummed, unaware that he was leaning onto her. "See! You two should just stay."
"Uhm. Really, thank you for offering," Yuuri straightened up, "but we have imposed upon you too much already."
"Oh, please. You haven't been a bother at all! In fact, I'm ecstatic you came to visit." She wrapped an arm around the teenager's frame, and it looked strangely... normal. She was shorter than him by about a head, yet the teenager comfortably perched himself next to her, his head resting on the top of hers. Yuuri only wished he had his phone on him to snap a picture.
"Then we'll be sure to visit often from now on," he replied happily. His heart warmed when her eyes beamed in joy.
"Alright, but be sure to bring Vitya with you!" She tried making her voice stern, but her eyes gave her away.
"Of course," Yuuri nodded, then gesturing to the blonde, "let me take him off your hands." She assented and maneuvered towards the brunette. Yuri grumbled dissent, but was otherwise ignored. He was much heavier than Yuuri thought now that he was supporting most of the blonde's weight. Mrs. Adler handed him the spare key, and opened the front door for him. Yuuri thanked her, and said good bye. Mrs. Adler waved at him, and he began waddling towards Viktor's front door. When they were in front of the door, Yuri realized he was no longer leaning on the motherly woman and who he was leaning against, practically hugging more like. He quickly pushed himself off, fully alert and cheeks aflame. Mrs. Adler saw and giggled as she closed the door behind her. Checking the clock in the living room, it was nearly midnight.
"Shouldn't you be going home?" As the blonde sauntered into the living room, Yuuri followed behind, locking the door behind himself. He walked past Yuri and threw the spare keys onto the kitchen counter.
"Hah? No. I'm staying here." Yuri replied, digging through his suitcase to get his pajamas. "If I leave now, Lilia will yell at me. That hag."
"Is that so," Yuuri leaned on the corner of kitchen island watching Yuri. He really wanted to go get a bath now that he thought about it. He had expected Yuri to have already left right after dropping him off that the apartment, but, surprisingly, the boy was still here.
"Yeah. Well," as if reading Yuuris mind and wanting to spite him, "I'm going to bathe and then sleep. I call dibs on Viktor's bed." Yuri stood up and started walking towards the bathroom, clothes and towel in hand.
"Brat," Yuuri muttered.
"Deal with it," Yuri called back, disappearing around the corner.
Vaguely the brunette man heard what he presumed was the bathroom door open and shut. Now that Yuuri was left to his own devices he hummed to himself quietly, an unfamiliar tune he must have picked up somewhere. Curiosity took over and he began to rummage around the loft. He already knew what was in the kitchen, so he moved on to the living room, ignoring the mess that was still on the floor. He wasn't about to be the one to pick it up. There wasn't anything of interest in the drawers of the tv stand or on the table at the corner of the room where there were two blue-grey armchairs. The white curtains were still drawn. It was all very neat. The greys and blues served to give this part of the loft a relaxing environment. This, Yuuri found, carried into the bedrooms. He passed through the sliding door to the small hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathrooms. He could hear the shower running through the bathroom door. Tentatively he walked up to the nearest bedroom and opened the door. His jaw nearly dropped as the lights flickered on.
There was a four-posted bed with a white comforter and matching white pillows. A grey headboard for the bed, and behind that there was room for a row of books. The lights dangled from the ceiling at different heights, creating a beautiful display. There were two wall sized windows, one to the left of the bed and one behind it, covered by thin dark grey and white curtains. In the wall adjacent to the door there were inbuilt shelves and clothing rack where it looked like Viktor stored his things along with a couple of trinkets here and there. There was another door that connected the room to the bathroom, Yuuri guessed. Satisfied – or amazed by the luxurious feel – Yuuri left the room and walked past the bathroom door. He would have plenty of time to see what the bathroom was like after Yuri got out, so the brunette opened the door to the guest bedroom and gasped.
"How on earth can Viktor - good grief," Yuuri exclaimed to himself. The room was littered with things. It was basically a storage area from what he could see. The white walls and bed hidden by boxes and piles of clothes. There was hardly any walking space! Yuuri sighed; he'd have to get Viktor to clean this mess put. Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand by the obscure bed, he decided he may as well start tidying things up. It was his room after all...
Yuri sighed contently as he stepped out of the warm shower. He rifled through the fluffy white towels piled on one of the baskets in the counter, searching for one that wasn't dusty. That bathroom was one of the best bathrooms he'd ever been in. The design was spectacular. Adorning the white walls and floor were white, green, dark grey, and black pentagons arranged in pattern. It wasn't gaudy, and the hanging lights, much like the ones in Viktor's room minus the glass covers, gave the bathroom a futuristic look. The raised sink worked perfectly well with the grey counter. There was more than enough storage area so that everything looked in place and not cluttered. Quickly, he dried off and dressed in his pajamas. He dropped his towel over his head. Throwing his dirty clothes in the bottom basket of the counter, he left the steamy bathroom. It was quiet. What was that Katsudon up to?
Yuri strolled out to the living room, still no sign of the brunette. He frowned, noticing that the mess was still on the living room floor. He saw that the other man's coat was still on the coat rack, so he walked over to the kitchen and got a cleaning rag. Without thinking, he cleaned the mess and threw away the fallen chips. After that (rushed) job was done, he went in search for the brunette. Katsudon wasn't in the living room nor in the kitchen. Well, he wasn't in Viktor's room either as Yuri found out after opening the door. That only left one more place to check. Yuri felt like rolling his eyes when he found the other, draped over one of Viktor's boxes on the floor, sleeping. Looking around the guest bedroom, the blonde noticed that it was beginning to take shape though it was still severely cluttered.
"Viktor really let this room go to shit," he muttered to himself in Russian, remembering how this very room looked before in the nights he spent over. In the corner of the room, he noticed the discarded trophies and abandoned photo frames. Yuuri lightly snored causing the younger skater momentarily forget what he saw and snort before drawing closer to the sleeping skater. He sat in front of the man, studying him. Yuuri's glasses were askew, and his right cheek was pushed out because of the position he was sleeping in. His breath coming in soft bouts and eyelids closed to the world. "Tch. I can't believe you..." Yuri tensed when the sleeping form stirred before relaxing into peaceful sleep again. After a moment, he added in soft Russian, "I never imagined you'd be the person to bring life back into Vitya... Don't think that means you get to monopolize him. I was here first, Katsudon."
Really, if you were to ask Yuri what he thought about the Japanese man, he would scoff and say he was no competition, but even he knew he was lying to himself. The brunette proved to be worthy competition so far in this season, but Yuri already knew Yuuri could have always been competition had the he gotten over his confidence issue sooner. There was a reason why even Yuri was transfixed by the skater's step sequence the first time he saw Yuuri skate, though he would never admit it. He sighed, and got up from his sitting position and dusted his pajama bottoms off before quietly exiting the room in search for a blanket for the other. The man must be terribly exhausted considering he could fall asleep in such an uncomfortable position. Perhaps he would let Yuuri sleep on Viktor's bed after all.
"I just want to get home," the (self-proclaimed) platinum haired skater wailed into his hands after getting into the waiting cab.
The driver chuckled and responded in broken English, "Where home is?"
"Oh, that's right!" Viktor exclaimed switching to Russian to give the cabbie his address. There was little conversation between them after that as the cabbie noted how tired his passenger was. Viktor was nodding off. How he wished he could be home, sleeping snuggly in his bed under his covers. He smiled to himself, hugging his carry on, knowing that his bed would no longer feel dissatisfyingly large anymore. The streets lights passed by them as they drove on.
Viktor opened his eyes when he felt a light pat on his shoulder. The cabbie fully turned in the front seat to be able to reach out to wake him up. Viktor looked out the window and some of his exhaustion lifted; he was outside of his building. He quickly thanked the cabbie and paid his fare before stepping out. If it wasn't for the cabbie reminding him of his other luggage, Viktor would have forgotten it in the trunk of the car. Hastily he retrieved it and properly thanked the cabbie before all but running into his building, knowing Yuuri would be there waiting for him. He dug around in his coat pockets searching for his keys to unlock the door, keeping as quiet as possible for his neighbors. He slipped through his door quickly, dropping his luggage haphazardly on the floor.
From the sofa, someone groaned in frustration at the noise and pulled the blankets over their head. Viktor couldn't see who it was, but guessed it was Yuri. Only he could sleep in a cocoon of blankets like that and not feel suffocated. He considered himself lucky that he didn't acquire the blonde boy's wrath by waking him up. But if Yuri was sleeping on the sofa (and only now did he remember that mess in the guest bedroom), then Yuuri must be…Viktor's grin widened mischievously. He tiptoed to his room and quietly opened the door. The thin curtains were both drawn, together providing enough coverage from the moonlight to only see the outline of the figure skater sleeping on his bed.
Viktor shrugged off his coat and lifted the blankets to slip into bed next to the skater. It was deliciously warm compared to the cold outside. Viktor shifted to his side to be able to put an arm around the sleeping form and bring him closer. He was so warm.
"Viktor, I'll give you a second to take your arm off me and get the fuck out of this bed before I do it for you," came the venomous voice.
Viktor's eyes flew open, and he froze, "Yuuri?"
THUMP. Yuuri woke up from peaceful sleep because of the noise. What the heck was Yurio doing in the bedroom to make so much noise – unlocking his phone – at four in the morning? There was some other noise. Probably, a door opening loudly and banging against the wall. Now Yuuri heard what sounded like someone was running back to the living room.
"Yuuri! Save me!" pleaded a muffled voice, but Yuuri couldn't see anyone, just darkness. Oh, he was still being covered by the blankets. He uncovered himself just in time to see a blurry outline of someone ducking behind the sofa. He squinted his eyes. The darkness wasn't helping him see clearly at all. Heavy stomps made their way to the living room, and Yuuri turned around, still squinting.
"Ah," Yuuri complained when the person turned on the lights, "Yurio, what are you doing? It's four in the morning!"
"I swear," Yuri crossed his arms in front of himself and sneered, "tell that to Viktor. He's the one who crawled into bed with me."
"What?" Yuuri whipped around to stare at the empty space behind the sofa, "That was Viktor?"
"Yes, it was, you dolt. He fucking woke me up, so I pushed him off the bed," an evil smile graced his lips, not that the brunette could see because he still didn't have his glasses on. "Now I'm going to kill him."
Yuuri sighed, and got up from the sofa. "Let's put you back to bed, Yurio. You're just tired. We all are."
"No way in hell," Yuri protested. Instead of responding, Yuuri grabed the younger by the shoulders and turned him around. "HEY. Stop! I need to get him back. Unhand me!" Yuuri rolled his eyes, and pushed the blonde forward, back into the direction of his room.
"You can get him back later in the day," he reasoned. Very nearly, he almost crashed them into the door of the bedroom. He blamed the dark. Yuri was still flailing in his grasp, but the older man easily pushed him along. Somehow, he managed to wrestle the teenager back into bed. "Now, sleep."
"Don't tell me what to do," Yuri mumbled back, sleep already overtaking him. Satisfied, Yuuri nodded and headed back to the living room.
Viktor was sitting down nonchalantly on the sofa as if nothing had happened. "What was that Viktor?" the platinum haired man looked up as his fiancée strolled back into the living room, an annoyed expression on his face.
"I didn't know Yurio was sleeping on my bed. I thought it was you," Viktor explained. Yuuri raised an eyebrow, "Then he kicked me out of bed. And I fell and it really hurt."
Yuuri rolled his eyes, but smiled and walked towards Viktor, "Glad you're back."
"Me too," Viktor murmured, receiving Yuuri in his arms, pulling the blanket over the two of them.
"You should turn off the lights," Yuuri said after a while.
"Hmm," Viktor hummed. He really didn't feel like getting up. Eventually they both fell asleep, leaning into one another, lights still on.
A/N: Hehe, I'm proud of keeping up with this story. Next chap will be up on Saturday. Also, is there another way to denote a setting/time chage other than that horizontal line? ANything I try just gets erased by the site.
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