Hotel Happenings | Yuri On Ice

Part I

     Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov, and Yuri Plisetsky were in London, England for a skating competition. It was 18:00 when the trio reached their hotel. They had two full days until the competition itself. What was to ensue in the meantime?

     "I'll go ahead and check us in," Yuuri says. He headed over to the receptionist's desk.

     Meanwhile, Victor was playing with Makkachin to keep the poodle out of the way. Yurio couldn't help but notice a black cat wander in through the open doors of the lobby. The cat wandered right towards him and started to circle around the Russian Punk, who was trying to play off his excitement. He was unsure whether or not he should address the kitty. The cat proceeded to sit itself right by Yuri's feet, so the boy couldn't resits taking it into his arms.

     Just as Yurio reached to pet it with a free hand, it jumped up to his shoulder, which startled him. The cat took a liking to Yurio, and they get in a playful sort of wrestling match, the boy letting out squeals of both surprize and delight, seeming to forget he was in public.

     "Bark, bark!" Shouted an excited Makkachin, which spooked the cat. The dark- furred creature scurried away, leaving Yurio disappointed. The sadness turns to anger, and he turned back to his salty self.

     "Oh, great! I thought you had that mutt under control!" He shouted at Victor, who replied in Russian.

     Yurio continued to yell in Russian and make a scene. Victor knew that trying to calm him down would be useless. He akwardly waved at the people staring, as Yuuri in the background was mortified and tried to pretend he wasn't with them.

     Some man, a local, presumably, made a comment under his breath. It sounded something like "Ugh, typical Americans."

     This did not casue Yuri's temper to lessen, as he now directed his anger towards this stranger. "Do I even look American to you? You can't just assume everyone you don't like is American! Why don't you say that to my face, you fu-"

     "Hey, calm down and look! Isn't that boy your friend?" Victor said in a joking manner to Yurio, motioning towards Otabek, who happened to also be checking in, or at least trying to. Yurio started sputtering and blushing.

     "W-wh-what?! He is NOT my fucking boyfriend!" At this point, Otabek had noticed Yurio as well, but he didn't quite have the same reaction. He turned back to the receptionist who was helping him.

    "What? What do you mean? How could you be out of rooms?" Otabek said with ever-so-slight frustration to the receptionist.

     "Sorry sir, it's extra packed here because of the competition in town. We could-"

     "I understand, as I am skating in that competition." Otabek said, still with his signature calmness. 

     "Hello, Otabek!" Victor chimed in, "you know, there's some space with Yurio in his room!" Victor said in his usual cheery tone.

     "I, uh," Otabek looked flustered, but it was nothing compared to Yurio who looked like a tomato. "Sure, I guess, if you're okay with it, Yuri," he said, turning to said teen.

     "Uh, yeah," Yurio replied. He gave Victor a look that was some mix between 'you're dead to me' or 'you're gonna get it'. "I mean, sure. I'd rather not be left alone with these freaks."

     This caused Yuuri to roll his eyes at Yuri, Victor to laugh it off, and Otabek to question his decision to associate with these people. The group of now four headed to their rooms.