Yurio POV
It's been I few weeks since Viktor and Yuuri adopted me. I am grateful, but I would never tell them that. Although I should thank them... They saved my skating career after all. Maybe get t-shirts or something? I don't know. While thinking of what to get them, I drifted off to sleep.
It was morning. I got out of bed and brushed my hair. I looked around my room. The walls were bare. I needed some posters or something. I shrugged. Not my problem right now. I went downstairs and saw Viktor on the couch trying to watch the news while Yuuri paced in front of the TV. "Yuuri I'm trying to watch the TV could you stop pacing?" Viktor said swirling his head back and forth around Yuuri. "I understand that, but how do you think this got out? Did you post something? Maybe Yurio posted something. What if... What if we have a stalker?" He stopped pacing directly in front of the tv and looked at Viktor. "We have a stalker. That's the only explaination! Oh my god oh my god oh m-"
"Yuuri calm down." Viktor said
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN WHEN WE HAVE A STALKER?!" Yuuri yelled.
"We don't have a stalker. Someone from the adoption agency probably told someone."
"It was Jon!"
"You two are such idiots." I said. Yuuri looked up from Viktor towards me.
"Yurio you're awake." He said
"Could you get the mail? Yuuri just sit down." Viktor said.
"Whatever." I muttered as i scooped the mail off the floor. "Mostly junk mail. There are two for Viktor from the adoption agency though." I handed him the two identical letters. He read them.
"They're the exact same." He concluded.
"There's a tea bag on the back of that one." Yuuri noted.
"I don't want tea. You can have it" Viktor handed Yuuri the bag.
"Ill go make some now. It smells great." Yuuri said an he walked to the kitchen
A/N- quick thing: I know this seems like nonsense but trust me it's important. Also I'm awful at writing. Back to the story.
TIMESKIP~~ afternoon
Viktor POV.
We went shopping. Yuuri had been acting kind of weird sincere drank that tea. I wonder if it made him sick? My thoughts were confirmed when he said: " I'm not feeling good. I'm going to go back home and rest."
"Okay. Get better. Sleep." I said and hugged him. He started walking back home. Yurio and I walked around for a few hours, and got dinner at a restaurant. "Do you think Yuuri is alright?" Yurio asked me.
"Yeah I'm sure he'll be fine. He's just not felling well that's all." I said
"But all of a sudden? And the two letters? They were the exact same. What if one was fake? What if... That was poison?" Yurio wondered out loud. His words worried me. The more I thought about it the more likely it seemed. I stood abruptly. "I'm going to see Yuuri ad make sure he's alright." I said. I left 8500 yen (about $100 Canadian) on the table and left. I practically ran home. Yurio followed me, though farther behind. When I got home, Yuuri was passed out on the floor.
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Ballet on Blades
FanfictionTHIS IS GOING TO BE LONG Yurio's grandpa passed away shortly after Viktor and Yuuri's wedding. Now social services are after Yurio as he is too young to live on his own. What will he do? Social Services want to take him back to Russia, so he couldn...
