Our Sweet Yurio - A Yuri on Ice AU Story

Chapter 9 - Staying With Yakov and Lilia

A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry that its been over a week since the last update! I apologize. I was busy! Kinda. Yeah...okay.

Anyways, I won't hold you here reading my excuses for any longer! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and see ya next time!

Oh, also, important thing right here. Before you read, I'd like to warn you that Yurio may say/think some offensive things, and they are not to be taken seriously. I don't mean any harm, I just feel its sort of Yurio's character. I don't think he wants to actually hurt people though.

Anyways, enough rambling. I think this chapter has a bit more plot in it rather than character development.

Saturday was the day of the week. Which, lucky for me, meant that I didn't have to go to stupid daycare again until Monday. It also meant I had completed an entire week of it, somehow. Maybe it just isn't as bad as I'm making it out to be...No, it really does suck. I thought, narrowing my eyes slightly at the ceiling, which I had probably been unintentionally glaring at it for a long period of time. Oh well. Ceilings don't have feelings anyways. I thought with a slight shrug as I sat back up.

"Yurio!" I heard Victor call out, his footsteps coming towards my room.

"What is it, stupid geezer?" I asked as his head popped through my bedroom door, followed by his body. Of course, he was wearing that dumb grin he had. What kind of person has a heart-shaped grin anyways? What is he, deformed?! That would explain his stupidity. I inwardly smirked at the thought.

Victor's grin disappeared at my words and he turned his head to look out of the hallway again. "Yuri! Is 'old geezer' something that people call their dads too?"

A moment passed before Yuri replied. He was probably trying to think of a non-hurtful but truthful reply, which in my opinion, was impossible. No matter how you looked at it, "old geezer" was an insult.

"No, Victor. 'Old geezer' isn't an affectionate term in the least..." Yuri's voice trailed off. I smirked slightly, watching Victor turn back to look at me with a "I'm Wounded" face, as I had come to call it.

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"I'M WOUNDED, YURIO! I CAN'T GO ON ANY LONGER!" Victor shouted dramatically, collapsing onto the floor as usual. I was pretty sure this happened every morning.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course you are. Old geezers are always old, grumpy men who just miss their mommies," I mumbled, walking out of the room.

"Grumpy...? Miss their mommies..?" Victor repeated sorrowfully. I could hear him begin to roll around on the floor like a child having a tantrum. I swear I'm older than him. I thought, rolling my eyes with a sigh. Also, wasn't he supposed to tell me something. I mean, he did walk in my room as if he was planning to. Whatever, his problem, not mine.

"Yurio," a somewhat timid voice spoke up. I looked up, and of course, there stood Yuri. Who else would be here, like seriously?

I hummed in acknowledgement, giving him a cue for him to speak again. He did, taking the hint, "The Grand Prix Final is only in a month and the first three events are already over and done with, as you know..." Yuri trailed off awkwardly, but continued speaking after a moment anyways, though he did stumble over his words a bit, "V-Victor and I are skating at the last event as well, which takes place in a few days."

"So what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the Japanese man.

"We're leaving for a flight tomorrow evening, so...y-you'll be staying with Yakov and Lilia..." Yuri explained nervously, probably not wanting me to take out my rage on him.

"What?! Why can't I just go with you?! I went with you both when you went to Skate America, and I was with you during the Rostelecom Cup! What changed?!" I shouted, clenching my fists and gritting my teeth.

"Well, um, y-you see that's sort of the point in putting you in daycare...its just like how we don't want to take you with us to every practice, we're also not taking you to every competition...I-It'd be that way in a few years when you started school a-anyways! You can still come to practice on the weekends and s-stuff," Yuri explained, his nervousness showing on his face.

I scowled, glaring at him before stomping away without another word, only anger-filled thoughts.

I did, however, catch his next words, "We're leaving for practice in an hour!"

Practice went well, for them at least. I can't actually do much at my age, and I'm not their focus, so its mainly just me trying to learn on my own and almost being knocked over constantly. You'd think they'd be more mindful of where their kid was on the rink and at least try and be careful. Victor was mainly the problem though, since he was an idiot.

Once we got back, I quickly fell asleep on the couch without even making it to my room. I assumed one of them had carried me to my bed because when I woke up that's where I was. It doesn't really matter to me either way. I thought.

Apparently, I had been asleep a decent while, because it was already 10 or so. I could hear rushed footsteps running through the house from my room and the occasional words spoken. I assumed they were trying to hurry up and get out the door, meaning I likely needed to get ready.

With an annoyed sigh, I stood up and began to, or at least tried to, pack what I could on my own. I'd probably be gone from home for a week or so.

Unfortunately, toddlers can't really reach much, let alone pack their clothes that are hanging in the stupid closet. Stupid height. I thought, my eyebrows knitting together. I'm pretty sure if glares put holes through things, that all of my clothes would have holes in them.

Lucky for me, Yuri came in to help me soon after that obnoxious glare down. Although I didn't really like the pig, I still had enough common sense to appreciate his help, even if I didn't say anything.

A/N: Well, I guess that's it for this chapter! Thanks for reading!