Disclaimer: All characters belonged to Kubo-sensei ^^
Note: sorry for taking so long, i was busy handling stuffs. and also a lot of people request this to be m-preg which i'm not sure if i'll be turning this in to mpreg just yet. but the idea is there and we'll see in the future. we'll see. and this will be focus a bit on Yurio and Otabek and see how their relationship progress. there was a question that was asked is Yuuri pregnant because of his features. i took a lot of references by looking at my 14 cats. usually after heat my female cats looked more elegant and beautiful and alluring... this sound weird describing cats this way but it's based on what i see everyday. and i implemented that observation on Yuuri. he might be pregnant and he might be not but his features are changing bit by bit. anyway do enjoy this chapter ^^
Chapter 11
Yurio looked at Viktor who was happily skating on the ice. He seemed rather unusually happy. Too happy…something must have happened. He looked like he was skating to a way different program than he usually did. And that actually irritated Yurio in a certain way. He wasn't planning on returning for this season was he? Because it was Yurio's time to shine. He would be the one getting the gold medal.
Everyone in the rink was fascinated with Viktor's skating. Even his coach Yakov thought that something unusual happened but he was glad that Viktor was able to skate again. He thought that after the death of his beloved Makkachin the skater would never set his foot on the ice again. The Vitya that he coached before had come back.
As soon as Viktor ended his skating, everyone clapped their hands. Now there's rumor about a certain 5 times gold medalist coming back on the ice this season, though he wasn't planning anything. Then again, he loved to surprise people. He smiled at the people who clapped their hands and went back to the edge of the rink to Yurio.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Yurio shouted just as soon as Viktor went to the side of the rink.
The elder Russian blinked a few times. "You don't like it?" he asked. "I thought I did a beautiful move. Was there something wrong with my skating?"
"NO IT WAS DAMNED BEAUTIFUL!"
"Thanks!" Viktor smiled and went to the locker room.
Yurio couldn't believe his eyes. Viktor looked like a love struck high 15 years old high school student. "Yakov did you see that?" he asked as the old coach was walking passed him. "He's so gross."
Yakov chuckled a bit. "Let him be, he probably had a good day and was inspired to skate." He made his own assumption. "Who knows he might come back next season. If he will I'll clear my schedule to coach him."
"But you never clear your schedule for me!"
"Boy, what am I doing now? Go back in the ice and show me what you got!" he pushed little Yurio to the ice and started coaching him.
Yurio frowned. He wanted to finish his training and went out with Otabek already. Why Otabek was here? The Kazakhstani was there to join Yakov skating camp with a bunch of other skaters from all over the world. He wanted to improve his flexibility by getting help from the fair—the tiger of Russia himself. So he came to Yurio.
Otabek was the first friend Yurio ever hung out with and he felt calm whenever Otabek was around. Despite the fact that he's older than Yurio by two years. They had so much to talk about. That day was Otabek's day off but sadly Yurio had intense training so they agreed that they would go hang out at night.
"Yuri! I want more expression from you!" Yakov shouted as he was observing the little Russian. Yurio heard him and frowned. "Not that expression! This kid I swear to god."
Yurio was supposed to make a triple salchow after this step sequence. But he felt that his training with Viktor had earned him a good amount of energy to make a quad salchow. He picked up what he learned from Viktor and tried to land the jump.
"He's not going to—…" Yakov didn't get to finish and Yurio did the jump and…failed.
The little Russian fell on the ice on his third rotation. He was okay except for THE TORTURE THAT HE FELT ON HIS RIGHT FOOT! He's not going to cry, nope. He's a strong Russian. Though, he was still on the ice and clutching his foot like there's no tomorrow. He looked up and saw Yakov and a bunch of other skaters coming in and rushing to him.
"Yuri are you alright?!" Yakov asked in concern. If his foot was in critical situation, then bye-bye ice skating for the poor boy. "Let's go to infirmary." He helped the boy standing up.
Yurio struggled. "i-I'm fine." He held onto his coach and went to the infirmary. He sat down on the chair.
Viktor who was walking back to the ice saw the tiny Russian in the infirmary. "Whoa what's going on in here?" he asked while stopping to take a look. Yurio looked like he was holding in his tears. He's trying to toughen up.
Yakov was looking at the little Russian's foot. "It's starting to swell," Yakov said. "he fell when he was doing his jump."
"Which jump?" Viktor asked looking at Yurio.
"S-salchow."
The gold medalist sighed. "Yakov, I'll handle this," he said. "You go handle the others okay? You asked me to take care of him remember?" he smiled.
Yakov stood up. "if you put it that way, I'll leave him in your care." He put his hand on Viktor and left.
Viktor went to look at Yurio's foot. "This must be painful yeah?" he touched the boy's foot. It's swelling badly.
Yurio still holding in his tears. "Will I able to skate again?" he asked.
"Yes. You will." Viktor reassured him. "Every professional skater started small. Even I did. You have no idea how many times I fell on the ice. Got both of my foot swelled at the same time. You need a lot of rest and you can't skate till it's healed."
Yurio panicked. "But, I have to train! The next season starts in a month."
"Then you better start resting now." Viktor put some ointment on his foot and bandage the foot. "you can't go anywhere tonight. You need to go home and rest."
There was a gloomy atmosphere suddenly. "I promised Otabek that I would go out with him tonight."
Viktor smiled. "I'll tell him that you can't make it to your precious movie night don't worry." He put away all the medicine in the first aid kit.
"I didn't say anything about movie night."
"Come on what else would you do at night. Other than having sex"
Yurio blushed. "Or dinner?"
"…Oh that too."
Yurio groaned. "Is there other way to heal things faster."
"Yes," Viktor said. "It's called resting." He pulled out his phone and called Otabek. "…Hey Otabek how's it going…? … yes yes, I'm doing good too. You see, I'm calling on behalf of Yurio he's—… Yurio who? …ah right you call him Yuratchka… yes… little Yura hurt his foot while jumping and he can't go out tonight… yes… yes… he's still at the rink… oh—OH! It's bad! You should ask him to rest. He won't listen to me now…oh—okay! We'll be here, toodles!" he hung up. "What a nice young man yeah?" he turned to Yurio who looked very disgusted at him.
"Please don't say things like that again, now I have to bleach my eyes and my ears." Yurio said. Viktor was talking in a drag queen tone and he didn't need to hear that. Damn, how happy could he be?
Viktor was still smiling like a high school girl. "Sorry, sorry, something special happened last night."
"What, you and the piggy fucked?"
The older skater gasped. "How did you know?"
=.=;; "So I was right?"
Viktor nodded.
"I don't need to know that, what did Otabek say?"
"Oh right, he'll be here in 2 minutes he said."
Really? But the hotel where Otabek was staying at was like 15 minutes from where the rink was. And after about a minute, the door was slammed opened but a very tired Otabek who was panting and breathing hard.
"YURA!" he shouted.
"Otabek!?" Yurio shouted back, he was surprised to see the Kazakhstani standing at the door.
"My hello isn't important you two have a lot to talk about I'll just go…" Viktor slowly leaving the infirmary, letting those two talk with each other. He figured that lovers should have privacy yeah?
Otabek went straight to the Russian and looked at his foot. "Are you alright? Is it painful?" he kept asking the same thing over and over again. "Do you need hospital?"
"B-Beka, I'm fine, you don't need to be so concern." Yurio said.
"But it's painful isn't it?" Otabek asked while looking straight into his eyes. "Your eyes are red. You're holding it in."
Yurio gasped a bit. As expected, Otabek could see right through him. He nodded slightly but still refusing to cry. He never wanted to look weak in front of Otabek. He wanted Otabek to look at him as a man.
"You can cry."
"H-huh?"
"You're shaking." Otabek said while rubbing his foot gently. "You don't have to hold it in, you can cry. Now I know what you're going to say, you don't want to look weak but what I'm seeing now is a coward. I want to see Yuratchka with the soldier eyes that I saw few years ago."
"…Otabek…" tears began to fall down a bit.
"You're stronger than you think." He flashed a warm smile to Yurio.
Yurio hugged him tightly and cried softly. "It's painful…it really is…" he kept sobbing and crying. He felt Otabek's hand rubbing his back. His strong hand rubbing Yurio's back was very calming. Yurio sighed in relieve as he felt his pain slightly gone and calmed down.
Otabek felt Yurio's weight on him and realized that the tiny Russian had fallen asleep. He was probably very tired. Maybe his injured foot was God's way of telling that he needed the utmost rest. Otabek smiled and put him down on the infirmary bed. He was about to leave when he felt Yurio's hand clutching on his jacket.
"Yura?"
"…S—stay…"
He smiled again and sat next to the bed. There's no denying it. His little Yuratchka was very cute. He wished that Yurio would never grow up. He could stay like this forever.
-end-
note: People seemed to freaked out when i typed -end- and thought that it's the end of the whole series but it's just the end of the chapter. the story will be end when i deemed it complete. anyway, do review. it's always appreciated. ^^