Our Sweet Yurio - A Yuri on Ice AU Story

Chapter 8 - Tower-Building Guy

A/N: Hey, hey, hey! Welcome back to yet another chapter of Our Sweet Yurio! I hope you all enjoy it!

"Everyone, wakey-wakey," I heard a voice whisper. It sounded oddly obnoxious, as if it was a certain person that I despised. I wondered why that was, but didn't bother dwelling on it in my half-awake state.

Groggily, I sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned, stretching out in an almost cat-like way. "Beka...?" I asked softly, not at all realizing what word had just slipped out of my mouth until it was too late. Said boy was staring directly at me, a slightly amused, fond even, look on his face. It almost reminded me of a look that stupid old man might give that pig. It wasn't actually a "loving" look, but still.

"Oh, so now you've got a nickname for me?" Otabek asked, the slightest grin appearing on his face.

My face heated up as I responded, "N-No! I was half asleep is all! Stop being so embarrassing!" As I frantically tried to convince him otherwise, I realized the annoying voice I heard earlier was Mrs. Hinata, who was still trying to wake up a few kids. Phicheeto and Chicken Nugget Guy were among those still sleeping. I forgot their names a lot, yet somehow I didn't forget their nicknames. Brain logic. I thought.

"Whatever you say, Yura..." Otabek sounded like he didn't buy it. I decided maybe if I just avoided it then he'd forget I ever said a thing.

"I'm still tired," I said, originally as an attempt to change the conversation subject, but then I yawned.

"Mhm," Otabek hummed in response, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"Alright, kiddos. You all can go back to playing now, alright? Your parents will all be arriving soon!" Mrs. Hinata announced. I only shrugged and tugged on Otabek's sleeve slightly to get his attention back on me.

"Do you want to try and do something...?" I asked a bit timidly, scratching the back of my neck nervously. It was awkward saying those sort of things, considering how unused to it I was.

"Sure," he said plainly, "We could...see who can build the tallest tower," he suggested.

"That's dumb."

"Are you backing away from a challenge, Yura?" Otabek raised his eyebrows.

As a response, I dragged him over to the "block" area, which was actually just a container of blocks among the other toys and whatnot. "Let's do this," I said, digging into the blocks with one hands and grabbing a handful. I stacked them as strategically as I knew how, hoping that it was a good course of action and they wouldn't fall over.

Several minutes later, our towers were finished, and with no falls, luckily. Unlike that pig's skating. Ha! I thought.

Otabek's tower was tall and cube shaped, with a motorcycle on the very top of it. 'Cause why not? Right? I thought, considering mine was a tall and fat tower with a tiger plushie on top.

"Mine's the best," I stated.

"Hmm..." Otabek took a look at mine, analyzing it, "Okay."

"What do you mean, 'Okay?' " I demanded an answer, immediately taking it as him patronizing me, which I absolutely did not appreciate.

"Exactly what I said. Okay. I agree. I approve. Yes. Yup. Yeah. Of course. Sure," he rambled, "Get it?"

"Umm..." I looked at him weirdly, "Yeah, okay...I win then? Cool."

"Yup." He nodded, blinking once.

"Sometimes you remind me of a fish," I said bluntly.

Otabek didn't immediately respond, only giving me a confused look and a raised brow. "...Why?" he asked.

"I just feel like if fish were people they'd be as emotionless as you are most of the time."

"Fish don't have emotions..." He trailed off, "...Or at least, I think so," he added.

"Whatever," I mumbled, shrugging.

"Yuuurrriooooo~~!" An insanely obnoxious, peace-destroying voice called. Or should I just say, "idiot?"

"Kill me," I whispered so that only Otabek could here, before standing up from my spot on the floor and looking over at the Russian. "What?!" I asked.

"Time to go home~!" He sang happily, "We missed you!" Yuri approached awkwardly from behind him, his cheeks slightly red for who knows what reason. I wasn't an awkward pig, how would I know?

"Woo. Hoo," I responded blandly as Victor turned around, whipping his hair dramatically because that's logic and walking off to the door. He made the assumption that I'd follow. I did of course, watching in disgust as the old man hooked his arm around pigface's. I'm so done with this family. Please take me back to that adoption center. See? I have manners. Help. Me. I begged my brain, even though it'd do me no good at all.

"How was your day?" Victor asked as he drove "carefully" and "keeping his eyes on the road." His words, not mine. In reality, half of the time he was gawking at the pig in the passenger seat beside him. A fourth of the time, he was staring adoringly at me, successfully managing to both creep me out and scar me for life. The final fourth of the time, he was actually watching the road. I was honestly surprised we weren't wrecked somewhere and dead, which didn't seem so bad at the moment.

"Fine," I mumbled, rolling my eyes at his attempt to converse with "his precious son."

"Oh, so what'd you do?" He asked curiously, eyes sparkling with interest. He didn't appear to be giving up on this conversation any time soon.

"We just played and stuff. Nothing special." I narrowed my eyes at his reflection in the front mirror.

"Oh? Meet any friends?" He asked, raising a curious eyebrow and smirking.

"Nope."

"What about tower-building guy?" He asked. Crap! He noticed. I thought.

And so, my ride home was spent answering hundreds of questions about tower-building guy.

A/N: I hope this chapter was okay and that you all enjoyed! See you all next time!