Unconditional Love

Ice Palace

21st March 2014 (St. Petersburg, Russia)

Yuuri was a kind and warm person, Mila couldn't help but notice. The shy smiles, the way his cheeks and ears turned a nice shade of pink whenever he was embarrassed and the fond smiles he gave to Yuri every now and then looked very endearing to her.

He had also allowed her to take a picture with him, after making her promise that she would not post it without his permission, of course. Mila had accepted, much to Yuri's dismay. She could tell that the little blonde didn't like that the Japanese skater was so friendly with Mila.

As for the reason, she was not so sure. Mila had so many questions that remained unanswered and she was pretty certain that Yuri would never tell her. Maybe Yuuri would, but she needed to talk to him where the feral kitten-like teen wouldn't see nor hear.

She smiled to herself as she listened to Yuri ramble about how cool cheetah prints were, as if he weren't wearing one as they spoke. Then, pausing, her mind suddenly pictured an old woman with her hair tied up in a flawless bun, narrowed eyes and an obvious frown on her face. Lilia! Her mind 'helpfully' supplied.

Mila gasped under her breath in shock as she remembered that she had been sent to Yuri for a reason, she had gotten distracted by her excitement about Yuuri's presence! Lilia was going to be furious not only with Yuri but with her too!

She was doomed! Oh, Lilia was totally going to murder both of them! How was she going to discover things about Yuuri if Lilia killed her?! Or tease the living daylights out of Yuri?! She could not let that happen!

"Yura!" She called out in panic, making the two boys turn to her with bemused expressions. "Lilia wants you at the rink!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide in what seemed to be fear.

The two froze, their expressions identical, eyes wide and mouth pressed in a thin line, as if repressing a shriek.

Yuuri broke out of the apparent trance first and stared at Mila in a mix of shock and excitement. "L-Lilia-san is?" He asked, making Yuri spring back to life too. Mila could tell that Yuuri was excited, while the little blonde seemed to look forward to it for some weird reason.

(The weird reason was that Yuri was fond of Minako, who was a cheerful and playful person, and he was looking forward to seeing what kind of person Lilia was. Though, he wasn't sure what to expect from Yakov's ex-wife.)

The blonde scowled. "Why didn't you say that before?!" He hissed out at Mila, who scratched the back of her neck with a sheepish smile and mouthed a few apologies.

With a sigh, Yuuri walked over to the two teens and took Yuri's smaller hand in his, before turning to face Mila with a smile on his face. "Lead the way?" He questioned as he tilted his head to the side and Mila could faintly see how the little blonde squeezed the Japanese's hand a bit tighter.

She fought back the smirk threatening to appear, she didn't want Yuri to bite her head off, not that Lilia wouldn't do that in his place anyway.

Humming in understanding, the red-haired teen beckoned the two males to follow her to the rink, while walking out the apartment complex, Mila complained to Yuri about how he should be more careful when he closes the door of his apartment, which prompted a grin out of the younger boy.

"That's not my apartment anymore." He declared with a proud glint in his eyes, which got him a fond look from the Japanese man. Meanwhile Mila was completely dumbstruck.

She stuttered out a few incomprehensible syllables before shrieking in shock. "What do you mean it isn't yours anymore?!"

The three winced at the tone that was a tad bit too high than what Mila had planned. "Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, it hadn't been long since she saw the two and she had already apologized twice. "But what did you mean?" She asked again, this time with a quieter voice.