Book Of Oneshots

Otabek X Yuri

Otabek was woken to the sound of Yuri screaming. He was up and out of his room in less than three seconds.
"Yuri," he said gently. "Yura. It's okay, it's a nightmare."
He stroked the Russian's blonde hair softly and Yuri started to calm. His green eyes shot open, filled with fear and anxiousness.
"Beka..." his voice broke as he said the name, and tears fell down his cheeks.

Otabek pulled Yuri into his arms and held him, never wanting to let him go.
"Hey, Yura, they're not here. I'm here. It was a nightmare. They're not here and they'll never do it again," he whispered. A loud sob came from the younger boy, and a few seconds later the door was open.
"Yuratchka!" Viktor cried, running over to the bed. Yuuri followed, and they both smothered Yuri in their arms - accidentally smothering Otabek too.

"Vitya... Yuuri..." Yuri clung on to them, as if his sanity depended on them. In a way, it did.

"Yuri," Yuuri said, pulling away slightly. "It was them, wasn't it?"
Yuri shuddered and wiped his eyes.
"Yes."
"Did you see their faces?"
Yuri sadly shook his head.
"No," he whispered. "I can't believe I don't remember."

Viktor frowned.
"Don't say that. Don't act like it's your fault that they're still out there." He said, gently but firmly. Yuri looked up at him, his eyes still watery.
"But I-"
Otabek pulled him into his chest.
"Shh, Yura," he said, softly. "Go back to sleep, okay? We're here."

Yuri looked up at the dark haired boy and nodded, a sad smile on his face.
"Okay," he breathed. "Thank you."
Yuuri laid down with him and Yuri wrinkled his nose.
"Ew, I don't want a pig on my bed. Get off, Little Piggy," he mumbled, in a weak attempt to sound like himself.

Yuuri's eyes watered as he sat up.
"You're incredibly brave," he said, trying to smile. Yuri squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over.
"No, I'm not," he replied. He was unresponsive when they asked if he needed anything.
Soon, they saw his eyes close and his breaking evened out. He was asleep.

Otabek was the first to break the unbearable silence.
"I feel so useless. I don't know how to help him, at all," he said, exasperated.
"I know how you feel," Yuuri agreed. "It's the worst thing ever, seeing him like this."
Viktor laced his fingers with Yuuri's and squeezed. Yuuri squeezed back.
"Yakov's still screaming at the police," informed Viktor. "He's trying desperately to catch who did this. I think he'd shoot them and revive them to shoot them again, if he could."
They all chuckled weakly.

Viktor ran his fingers through Yuri's soft locks.
"My poor little Yuratchka..."
Yuri opened his eyes, taking Viktor by surprise.
"I can't sleep," he said, deadpan. "Is Yakov really screaming at the police?"
Yuuri sighed.
"You should hear him at the station," he said. "He's probably still there."
"I won't hear him at the station," Yuri pointed out. "I won't go out."

The air was thick with tension.
"I know," said Otabek, gently. "You don't have to do anything, if you don't want."
Yuri looked away.
"But," Viktor cut in, "it would be good - no, amazing - progress if you... told us the time before they..."
Yuri gripped the duvet.
"It... I-I think it... it was a-around four thirty," he choked out.

Yuuri suddenly forgot how to breathe. If it happened around four thirty, and they found him at seven, then that was two and a half hours. Two and a half hours.

"Yuuri? Are you okay?" Yuri asked quietly.
"No," replied Yuuri. "Yuri. Do you know what time we found you?"
The blonde shook his head, hands shaking as they gripped the duvet harder.
"We found you at seven," Viktor said, gravely. Yuri felt sick. He knew it had been long, but two and a half hours?

"I'm going to be sick," he whispered, before throwing the duvet off and running to the bathroom on unsteady legs.
"Yura!" Otabek cried, running after him.
Yuuri and Viktor stayed on the bed, horrified.
"Viktor..."
"I know. Since half past four."
"For two and a half hours, Viktor."