Unconditional Love

St. Petersburg

19th March 2014 (St. Petersburg, Russia)

It was a pretty long flight and, thankfully, Yuuri wasn't too affected by the Jet lag. The three of them arrived in Russia early in the morning and Yakov had called his assistant to drive them to the nearest apartment complex to the Ice Palace.

Alas, he was very much affected by the freezing weather. Now he understood why Yuri had warned him to wear a thick coat and a scarf. How Yuri got used to Russia's weather so easily, even after living in Hasetsu for years, Yuuri will never understand.

(Yuri's answer to that was always the same, whenever Yuuri asked. He'd say "I am half Russian, after all." With a slight proud grin on his face, which only made the Japanese sigh with fondness every time he heard it.)

9 hours. They spent 9 hours on the plane to get to St. Petersburg. Yuuri wasn't ready for the weather change, or any changes for that matter. Moving to Detroit had been hard enough for the Japanese.

It didn't take long to get to the place where he would stay, and Yuuri was glad for that, he really wouldn't be able to take much more. He needed a warm bed to lay on, preferably as soon as possible.

The coach had, graciously, offered Yuuri an apartment in the complex where the Russian skaters lived. As there were not many who lived there.

Stepping out of the car, Yuuri almost needed to carry the little blonde out, seeing that Yuri had fallen asleep in the car. However, the kid, being a light sleeper, snapped his eyes open and offered to help Yuuri with his luggage instead.

Yuuri couldn't wait to lay down and—from the way he was nodding off—Yuri couldn't either.

Another similar trait the cousins shared was their reaction to Jet lag. Neither of them could function properly right after a flight, especially a long one, they needed a good sleep before being able to do anything else.

"Yura," Yakov called out to the blonde, getting both cousins' attention. The two turned to look at the old Russian, who could see the way their eyes looked unfocused and tired, so he opted to be blunt. "I'm assuming you'll want to stay with Katsuki here." He started, getting Yuri's attention.

Seeing the way the youngest oh them perked up, Yakov sighed, he really couldn't keep family apart now, could he?

He really wouldn't want to keep them apart either. Yakov had seen just how much Yuuri's presence influenced the blonde's entire performance. From emotion to the precision of his jumps.

Apparently, the Japanese Yuuri had been Yuri's role model ever since he was little, or so Yuuri had told him. Not that Yakov couldn't see it himself.

With the way Yuri's eyes brightened every time his cousin complimented his skating. So Yakov decided to allow them to stay in the same apartment, as the Japanese seemed to be a responsible person.

"So, after you rest," He continued as they walked through the entrance of the complex, while Yakov's assistant parked his car. "Take your stuff and move it to Katsuki's apartment." Finished explaining to the man.

Yuri's blonde hair bobbed slightly as he nodded his head vigorously, he then turned to look at his cousin, who smiled brightly at him.

The old man pinched the bridge of his nose. One day Yakov will truly need sunglasses with these two cousins around, they're too bright when they're with one another.

Sighing, he walked to the reception, where he quickly spoke to the receptionist regarding the apartment he got for the Japanese skater.

"Yes sir, I did as you asked." The receptionist smiled at the coach as she handed him two keys, one for each Yu(u)ri the two of them supposed.