Alois POV
I noticed the look of surprise on Yurio and Otabeks faces. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Yuuri? Yuuri Katsuki?" Otabek asked. I nodded, very confused.
"PORK CUTLET BOWL IS YOUR COACH?!" Yurio yelled. I took a step back in surprise.
"As a matter of fact he is." I replied. Otabek put his arm around Yurio, trying to get him to calm down.
"Rink. We have to go to the rink. NOW." Yurio insisted. I shrugged. I needed some practice, and my skates were already there so we might as well. "But we just got here, can't we give Alois a chance to settle in?" Otabek countered.
"Oh no it's fine." I said. "My friend might be there, I haven't seen her in a while anyways." I said, walking toward the door. As soon as I opened it, Yurio practically ran to Otabeks motorcycle and put on the helmet. "Beka! Hurry up!" He called. Otabek came out with his and Yurio's skates and put them in the motorcycle storage. I put on the extra helmet and got in the side cart. "What's wrong with my coach?" I asked. Otabek and Yurio looked at each. "Should we tell her?" Otabek asked.
"Yeah" Yurio and I said at the same time.
"Yuuri is your, well he's your grandpa in a way. So is Viktor. The adopted Yurio when he was 15."
I burst out laughing. "He's... My grandfather?!" I giggled, wiping tears from the corners of my eyes. Yurio giggled as well. With a sigh, Otabek started the motorcycle and drove out the driveway. I was gasping for air by the time we made it to the rink. I don't know why it was so funny so me, but Yuuri just seemed to young, it'd be so weird to call him 'grandpa'. Same goes to Viktor, that guy acts like he's 20. I clumsily climbed out of the cart and put my helmet under the seat. I started toward the rink, Yurio and Otabek right behind me. Viktor was behind the desk. "Hey Viktor." I said.
"Hello!" He said, smiling brightly. "I'll grab your skates." He said. He was about I turn around, but he notices Otabek and Yurio. "Otabek! Yurio!" He exclaimed.
"Is Yuuri here?" I asked, interrupting the reunion. Viktor looked from me, to Yurio and Otabek, then back at me. "Alois do you know them?" He questioned, ignoring my question.
"Uhm yeah. Is Yuuri here?" I asked again. Viktor was too busy trying to put the situation together in his mind to answer me. I sighed. This happened a lot with him. "How do you two know her?" He asked Yurio and Otabek.
"We sort of adopted her." Otabek said. Yurio was looking around, trying to see Yuuri somewhere.
"I'M SO OLD!" Viktor yelled over dramatically. "YUUUURI HELP ME!" He called. Yuuri ran in - well, if you can run in ice skates with guards on them- and looked around for a potential threat. "Viktor what's wrong?" He asked frantically.
"Otabek and our son adopted a child!" He said draping himself over the counter with a deep sigh.
"I'm not a child." I said. Yuuri noticed we were standing here. "Alois! Hi! Are you here for a practice?" He asked.
"Yeah." I replied. He nodded and smiled, then turning to Otabek and Yurio. "So where's the kid you adopt-" he stopped, noticing it was only them in the lobby. Viktor was still rambling about how he 'wasn't old enough to be a grandfather' and how his 'hair would be grey in minutes'.
"You adopted Alois?" Yuuri asked. Otabek nodded. Yurio looked like he was about to explode.
"And you're her coach." He managed to say. Yuuri nodded. I made my way behind the counter and got my skates, tired of all the stupidity.
"Can't you put two and two together? Come on! They are my adoptive parents and Yuuri is my coach and Viktor isn't old enough to be a grandfather! There! Got it? Can I go practice with my coach now?" I asked. They all stopped and looked at me. Even Viktor stopped whining an looked up. I adjusted my jacket with my free hand. "A-Alois!" Otabek said. I shrugged.
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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...
