Unconditional Love

Please stay

13th March 2014 (Sofia, Bulgaria)

Yuri was absolutely buzzing with happiness, not that anyone but Yakov—or Yuuri—would be able to tell, as he ran to the familiar mop of black hair with blue rimmed glasses in the hallway. With Yakov hot on his heels, who absolutely couldn't be bothered with the teen's excitement, and had an annoyed expression stuck on his face ever since Yuri's practice ended. After which, Yuri had changed as fast as he could before running off to look for his cousin.

As the little blonde got closer to the mop of black hair, though, he could hear Yuuri talking to someone in Japanese and—since there weren't many whom the older spoke to in Japanese—assumed it was one of their family members.

And he was proven right, as he got close enough to make out the conversation. "...ri-neechan, I'm still in Bulgaria" A pause, probably listening to his sister's reply. "I'm waiting for him, yes" Yuuri's tone sounds exasperated as he paced around, looking around, searching for Yuri, he supposed.

Yuri could see Yuuri abruptly stop and stare straight at him. A wide grin made its way onto the blonde's face as he ran up to the Japanese man.

"He just got here, do you want to talk to him?" Yuuri asks his sister on the other side of the phone, who—seeing how the black haired man distanced his phone from his ear—shouted at him. Sighing, Yuuri handed his phone to the little Russian, who took it eagerly.

"Mari-neechan!" He exclaimed, as soon as he got the phone to his ear. "Hey there, little gremlin." Yuri could feel his smile become even wider as he heard his cousin's usual monotone tone, ignoring the nickname she had given him years before, when he was indeed a gremlin, literally trying to keep Yuuri all to himself, but he's not gonna say that out loud. His family (His family!!) knows—except said thick-headed Japanese skater—and that was embarrassing enough to Yuri.

"Did Yuuri tell you? I'm first!" He began rambling about the competition, completely ignoring the fact that Yakov had caught up with him and was already there, beside him, giving him a weird look.

Yuri really couldn't care less of what Yakov thought right now, he needed to tell Mari everything, even if Yuuri probably already did. The blonde tuned out his coach and his cousin's voices as they began to converse.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Yakov turned to face the Japanese skater with a questioning look on his face. Yuuri scratched the back of his neck, his lips tugging into a nervous smile. "Er.. My sister called and wanted to speak with Yurochka, so..." He trailed off as he gestured to the blonde, who kept rambling about how boring practice was for him.

The older Russian nodded in understanding, of course, he couldn't understand a thing Yuri was saying since the blonde spoke a bit too quickly in Japanese ("Isn't he just so annoying? He won't let me skate to anything that isn't classical music! It's too boring!") for Yakov, who had a small—if not none—knowledge of the language.

Both adults waited for the blonde to hang up the phone call, sometimes engaging in a conversation themselves, mostly about Yuri though. Yuuri asked about his training regime, giving a few tips himself, being very familiar with Yuri's skating style and habits.

"Sometimes Yurochka will use my step sequences as transitions to jumps," Yuuri explained to the old coach, who had often questioned this habit of Yuri's. It was weird, because Yakov had never seen step sequences being used as transitions of all things. "Because he often saw me using them during practice." He finished and Yakov felt like he had an enlightenment.

Humming, he cupped his chin with his hand. "So, he got some of his skating habits from you?" He asked as the Japanese skater's cheeks became red and nodded. "Yes" The response came out a bit choked, but Yakov didn't point it out, not wanting to embarrass the skater any further.