Ballet on Blades

Social Services

Viktor POV

"Social Services, open up" said a voice through the door. 

"Coming" I called. Poor Yurio. I didn't want to let go of the kid but I had to.

"Nooo." Yurio wimpered as I stood. "Please... T-they'll take away.... I won't be able to skate, please Viktor..."

"Yurio I have to." Another loud knock on the door. Yuuri clung to Yurio. I opened the door. "Hello!" I smiled. The social services man smiled back. "Hi there. I'm Jon pleased to meet you. I heard Yuri Plisetsky ran into this house, is he here? You see his grandpa-" Jon began.

"Yes, we know very well what happened to his Granda 'Jon'" Yuuri said, now standing behind Me at the door. I was surprised at his bold words.

"Well then you must know we must take him now." Jon said , then he noticed Yurio peeking over Yuuri's shoulder. "Yuri! Come on time to go back to Russia with me." Yurio knew he had to go. He began to push past Yuuri, but Yuuri pushed Yurio (A/N- so many Yuuri/Yurio in that kat sentence) protectively behind his back. "No. You are not taking him." 

"The only way you can stop me is if you were to adopt him." Jon said. Yuuri looked at me. I looked back at him. We wanted the best for Yurio, and he was and outstanding skater, so we couldn't just let him go as have him unwillingly give up his skating career. I nodded at Yuuri. "That's what we'll do." I said. "Give us the number or email for the adoption agency, and we'll adopt Yuri Plisetsky."

"What. The. HELL?!" Yurio yelled. "You-we-whaaaaaa...?"

Jon looked astonished. "Eh, well alright, I mean I was joking, but I guess..." He handed Yuuri a slip of paper with a phone number on it. " The agency is Russian so if neither of you speak Russian I can stay and translate for-" 

"No, we don't need your help have a nice day" I said with a smile as I closed the door. "I'll call the agency" I said and dialled the number on my phone.

TIMESKIP~~THAT NIGHT

We have Yurio the room down the hall from us. After a little bit of arguing he agreed to actually stay with us until he could live on his own. Yuuri made celebratory pork cutlet bowl or dinner, and it was delicious. Then again all his cooking is delicious. He is delicious... I had been on the phone with the agency for hours an hours until finally custody of Yurio was ours. I was a dad. A dad.i couldn't believe it. I thought about this for a while, and watched the news. Somehow the media found out that we adopted Yurio and it was all they were talking about. Eventually it got boring so I went to bed. Yuuri had fallen asleep while reading something on his phone (again). I took his phone off his chest and placed iron his night stand . He shivered. I picked him up an lifted the blankets. He nuzzled my chest. He is so cute when he sleeps. He's cute all the time. I placed him in bed , and placed the blanket on top of him.  I planted a kiss on Yuuri's forehead the  climbed under the covers and closed my eyes. I felt Yuuri wrap himself around me as I drifted off to sleep.

Although I couldn't help feeling like someone was watching us.

A/N- Heyy If anyone has ideas or suggestions just put them in the comments. 

Kind of funny I'm talking to no one. No one reads this lol