Blood Rink

Chapter 8

When Yuri watched one gang demolish another, the last thing he expected was to be joining them a week later. He sat on the couch, om the far right side, isolayed despite the crowd. They were all talking and messing around, it was so... Normal.
It wasnt right! They were murderers, they shouldnt be acting like normal people!
But they had done that before. It was just another day on the job for them and it disgusted Yuri.
How could they?

A tap on his shoulder caught his attention, and he looked up at one of the three faces he knew. Otabek.
"Sup Kitty, you look alone"
"Don't call me that"
Yuri didn't mind nicknames among friends, but these people were not his friends.
Otabek sat on the couch next to him with a small smile.
"Then what do i call you?"
"Yuri"
"Yuri it is then"
They sat there in silence before Otabek leant back against the couch, hands now behind his head.
"Y'know Yuri. They way you backchatted Yurio and i earlier was...
Heh, you've got a weird coping mechanism"
That confused Yuri.
"I-I'm sorry, a what?"
"Coping mechanism. You take a situation, look at what could happen to you in that situation and how yoi can avoid it. You then survive, while also managing to get in a sharp word or two.
You're one of the weirdest people we've ever kidnapped, and that's saying something"
"Oh"
Yuri thought back to the deal he'd made with Victor. Join the gang and he'd get the revenge against his parents he wanted without actually harming them. It seemed to good to be true then. But now?
"Tell me, uh... Otabek wasnt it?"
"Yup"
"Well... What's Victor like? To you guys?"
Otabek jumped slightly.
"Don't call him that!"
Yuri was completely confused.
"It's his name? Isn't it?"
"Yeah, but no one calls him that. It's Boss or Sir. Anything else is rude"
"Oh...
But he told me to call him that"
After he kissed me on the forehead, Yuri thought to himself.
Otabek tilted his head slightly, leaning back on the couch again, hands in his lap.
"Well in that case, call him that. But not in front of anyone here. They'll freak"
Yuri could see that from how Otabek reacted
"Mh"

A voice spoke from behind Otabek. It was Yurio. Yrui flinched slightly, expecting a glare or a knife, but he was smiling.
"Sup Kitty Kat"
"Don't call me that"
"You called me a 12 year old. I'll call you whatever I want to"
Yuri let out a small sigh.
"How old ARE you then?"
"Im 24 and Otabek is 26, therefor NOT a pedophile thank you very much"
The annoyance showed in his tone.
Yuri was silent for a moment. He couldn't apologise and he didn't want to, but he could appease the guy a little.
"Well... As long as you don't murder me I don't mind if you hate me"

Yurio's POV:

What Lat had just said made Yurio hate him even more. Despite how scared, threatened and trapped he was, he was staying positive, cocky even. Masking his emotions perfectly.
"Hey, Kat. Tell me something"
The black haired boy turned towards, sideways on the couch and clearly less than happy with the use of the nickname. "Yes?"
Yurio moved out of nowhere, snatching his glasses and running for it.

Yuri's POV:

His glasses!
"Hey!"
Standing up, he ran after the now-laughing blonde. Dodging past the blurry pool table and chairs, he shouted after Yurio
"I can see without them you know!"
The others watched with a smile as Yurio stepped behind a round table, Yuri on the other side.
"I know, but it's still funny. Beisde people who wear glasses all the time have really..."
Yuro fell silent with, from ehat Yuri could see, a shocked expression.
"No way..."
Victor, who had been leaning against the wall talking with two others nearby, behind Yurio, atepped forward only to freeze in shock.

Normally, when someone wears glasses, taling them off results in really small eyes. But not with Yuri.
His eyes were large orbs of black, the white lights of the room reflecting almost like glitter, make his eyes sparkle. They were gorgeous.

Yurio, with a mix of defeat and confusion, walked around the table and put the glasses back on Yuri's face.

Victor broke the silence.
"No more stealing Yuri's glasses, got it?"
Everyone readily agreed. Eyes like that on a man were weird and deadly.

Victor, however, wanted to keep those for himself.