Our Sweet Yurio - A Yuri on Ice AU Story

Chapter 10 - Not So Normal

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so sorry its been like two weeks! Please don't kill me! I tried to make this chapter a little longer to make up for it!

Thanks for reading!

Sunday had been the worst. Those two lovebirds had dropped me off before heading to the airport. For the remainder of the day, I had to endure the torture of being around a divorced couple. It was horrid. They argued every five minutes over the dumbest things. How on this earth had they ever got along and got married? I would much rather be around those lovesick weirdos than Yakov and Lilia.

At least Lilia wasn't always as harsh as Yakov. Its not like I was sensitive to his harshness, but I'd much rather have her occasional kindness. Unlike Yakov, she doesn't get on my nerves as much. I suppose he does have his kind moments. I thought, thinking back to the last two months, But I'd never admit that.

Actually, how the heck did I manage to get that "close" to people I've known for such a short time? I wondered, but shrugged.

Literally, I've been adopted for like two months and I've gone absolutely insane. I just wanted to go fall in a nice hole where I wouldn't be bothered.

But no, of course that wasn't an option. If I were to do that, I could only imagine what would happen...

"Yurio! Oh where'd he go off to?! YUURI! CALL THE POLICE!" Victor would freak out, running around like a deranged gorilla in the living room. "ACTUALLY, NO! I'M CALLING THE POLICE! YURIO, DEAR SON, I AM COMING TO SAVE YOU!" He would shout as he dialed 911.

"911, what is your-"

"MY SON! WHERE'S MY SON!" He'd interrupt.

"Sir, I-"

"OH NO! SOMEONE PROBABLY KIDNAPPED HIM!"

"S-Sir, can I ask your-"

"OR MAYBE HE BECAME ONE WITH THE STREET CATS! OH NO! HE JOINED A STREET CAT GANG!"

"Are you okay, sir? Is ther-"

"Oh wait, no he just dug a hole outside and is laying in it," Victor would say as he peeked out the window. "SON! I'M COMING TO GIVE YOU LOTS OF LOVE AND CUDDLES AND...AND WE CAN PLAY DRESS YURIO UP AS A CAT!" I would hear him shout as he dropped the phone on the ground and ran outside. I'd silently add "for the 87th time" as I watched him run towards me, tripping over the air 42 different times in 10 seconds.

"Seems legit," I mumbled as I pulled my socks on. "Oh flip flops, I can feel the seams on my toe. Someone help me, I'm going to go insane." I desperately tugged and twisted the sock, but to no avail. "Goodbye cruel world..." I mumbled. I sound like Victor now, all dramatic and weird. Ew. I hope I don't miss the stupid idiot or something.

"Yurio! Are you rea-" Yuuri walked into my bedroom saying, but then he burst out laughing, having seen my extremely irritated expression. I probably looked ridiculous.

"Don't. Laugh. Stupid pig," I said sternly, narrowing my eyes at the Japanese skater.

"Y-Yes, of course," he stammered, "A-Anyways, are you ready to go?" He asked, looking down slightly and nervously twiddling his thumbs. At this situation, Victor would probably say one of two things:

A. "Aww, Yuuri, you're so cute!"

or B. "Yurio, stop harassing my beautiful pork cutlet bowl."

If he said the latter, I'd look at him as if he were stupid because it'd be that pig's fault for being scared of a two year old that is also is son. Pathetic, isn't it?

"I'm ready," I responded, standing up and gesturing towards my shoes, since I couldn't put them on yet. Sadly, I'd have to give up hope on fixing my sock or else I'd be late for daycare.

That was what happened a few days prior. That pig is ridiculous. I thought as I walked out the door and got in the car with Lilia.

"Onward, slave," I accidentally said, but me being me, didn't care.

Lilia only looked at me weird. I guess she was used to it. She usually scolded me for that sort of stuff. Maybe she's just tired from ALL THE FREAKING ARGUING yesterday. I thought.

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Soon we arrived at the daycare and Lilia dropped me off with a quick "Goodbye. Have a nice day." Her under-eyes had been really dark, which I had noticed as I walked away. I wonder if she's okay...Eh, she probably is. Doesn't matter.

I walked inside and took a seat on the carpet by Otabek, as I had been the past few days. He was the only one I seemed to be able to tolerate after all. All those other kids were annoying. Just like the kids in the adoption center...well maybe not that bad... I thought, shuddering.

"What's up? Otabek asked, looking over at me. He seemed to have noticed.

I shrugged, "I was just remembering the obnoxious kids at the adoption center."

"You realize I'm still at the adoption center, right?"

"O-Oh, yeah. Forgot," I replied awkwardly, my face heating up slightly. "How do you stand it there?"

Otabek thought for a moment, before speaking up again, "I dunno, its just normal. Nothing's really much different there than here. Of course, I'd like to be adopted soon, but I wouldn't hate staying there."

"You sure its normal? Because that is not normal," I replied after a moment, referring to the teddy bear smoocher from the first day. He was currently standing up beside a few kids sitting on the rug and holding a hand mirror. He was making kissy faces and winking, as well as posing. What was his name again..?

"Chris! Sit down!" Mrs. Hinata scolded. Oh yeah, it was Chris.

"I need someone to take pictures of my beautiful face..." Chris trailed off disappointingly, "Will you do it, Phichit?" He turned to the kid beside him.

"Sure, maybe in a few minutes though!" The Thai kid replied happily, turning to Mrs. Hinata as she began the introductions. How do we have people from so many different ethnic backgrounds in this daycare? I wondered. And there's literally only...two other Russians here...they're names are...Georgi and Mila. Yeah. I knew them before I came here.

"Maybe they aren't all normal," Otabek whispered in my ear, referring to what we had been previously talking about: Chris.

I nodded, "Exactly."

A/N: Well, that's it! Hopefully it was long enough! Thanks for reading and tell me what you thought!