Just the Two of Us - Otayuri Fanfic

A Friend

As with earlier, I felt like I had been viciously pulled out of my dream-like state and into the harshness of reality far too quickly. I glare towards the voice, which had come from the kid that Yakov was tutoring. It was pretty obvious that she'd recognize me, even if she was only an amateur; I am, after all, the winner of last year's Grand Prix. She can't have been much older that ten - possibly eleven - but the wide eyed reaction is that of a youngster's. I scowl, ignoring a triumphant smirk from Yakov behind. 

"No, I'm the British Prime Minister." I reply, sarcasm injected into my tone as I stay my distance. I notice he's now glaring at me and the confused look on the girl's face makes me sigh as I glide towards them. 

"I am Yuri Plisetsky." I admit, looking down at her, which is something I'm not generally used to considering my height. She seems to take a few hundred years before she blurts out in reply, "I... I'm a massive fan! I knew Yakov coached you but... but I never expected to actually meet you! You're the reason I want to become a figure skater!" 

Blinking in vague bewilderment, I dredge up a small smile, "Ah... Thanks, I guess." I look up to Yakov for reassurance that I had replied in a suitable manner. Unlike Viktor, I had never really paid close to those who called themselves my 'fans', therefore was constantly unsure how to respond when they approached me. However, Yakov has seemingly disappeared...

"Where did Yakov go?" I ask before the girl can reply. She follows my gaze, tensing up, "Oh... Um... I don't know." I can tell instantly that she is nervous now, and it makes me uncomfortable too. Biting my lip, I'm about to ask her some mediocre question to fill the awkward silence when suddenly Yakov appears again with a huge grin on his face that startles us both, "Plisetsky! Get off the ice now and go home." "What???" I yell, "You can't just throw me out! Not without an explanation at least!" The girl speaks up too, "Sir, he hasn't done anything wrong..."

"Yuri - just go. It's your birthday and besides, I'm teaching." I don't know what annoys me more; the fact he's forcing me off the ice or that he still has that godawful grin plastered across his face. "Fine!" I snap, "But don't blame me if I fail next year!" I have a suspicion Viktor has something to do with this but I didn't mention it, knowing I'll get even more worked up. Furious, I glide off the ice and stomp out of the rink, into the changing room.

Once I finish shoving everything back into my bag, I drag myself to the reception, feeling sorry for  myself. How dare Yakov throw me out like that? It was totally out of order- "Can't I at least go and see him?" I look up as I hear a raised voice and nearly scream when I see who it belongs to. Otabek is standing just a few meters away.