Blood Rink

Chapter 11

Yuri sat in the main room awkwardly. Victor was across the room, at the round table Yurio had taken his glasses at. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, which was causal to everyone else but bleedingly obvious to him.
Yurio walked by the couch just as Yuri stood up, and they bumped into eachother. The mug of coffee in his hand hit the floor, and Yuri reacted instantly.
"くそ!わたしわばかです,すみません"
Damn it! I'm an idiot, sorry!
Yurio looked at him like he'd just stabbed a child.
"What the ever living fuck did you just say?"
Yuri froze.
"O-Oh my god I'm so sorry, I didn't se-"
"I don't care about the coffee, what language is that?"
Yurio picked himself up, giving Yuri an odd look.
"J-Japanese"
"You speak japanese?"
Otabek walked from the direction Yurio had come, mug in hand.
"Uh, yeah. I took the course in highschool"
Yurio looked almost disgusted
"You took that course willingly?"
Yuri laughed nervously.
"My parents kinda forced me"
Otabek raised an eyebrow before sighing.
"Rich people are brats, I'm not surprised they forced that on you."
Yuri watched him as he sat down on the couch.
"Whose cleaning that coffee?"
Yuri's eyes widened
"I am! I-It's my fault he spilled it"
Yurio rolled his eyes.
"What happened to the smart-mouthed sass master huh?"
"わたしはたたかうです"
Fight me
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Nothing, nothing"

Yuri had fetched a cloth from the kitchen, and was mopping up the coffee and mug shards when he cut his finger.
"いって!"
Ouch!
Yurio, with a fresh mug in his hand, looked up.
"You ok?"
"はい.てわ け がです"
Yes. I hurt my hand
"Jesus christ Yuri speak english!!"
"S-Sorry!! I cut my hand is all!"
Victor's head turned slightly, watching Yuri with one eye.
Otabek had both eyebrows raised.
"You're pretty fluent huh?"
"Y-Yeah"
Yurio stood up.
"I'll get the most girly bandaid i can find"
Yuri sighed.
Otabek seemed genuinely curious now, leaning forward.
"Is japanese the only language you speak aside from english?"
"I-I speak a little french"
"Really? Show me"
Yuri hesitated. What would he say?
Victor was watching him, slightly curious. It didn't show on his face, bit he was worried about Yuri's injury.
Victor! That was an idea. Yuri could get him flustered easily after all.
"Hey, Vi-Sir!"
Victors head turned completely.
"vous êtes ravissante!
You are beautiful
Everyone froze. They had no idea what he said, but just his slightly french accent was enough to put some pink on Victors face.
Otabek smirked.
"Hey, Yuri?"
"Mhmm?"
"Je parle français"
I speak french as well

Yuri froze. Oh shit.
Yurio, who had just walked into the room, rolled his eyes.
"Alright! No more bilingualism got it?"
He walked over to Yuri, handing him a bandaid. Barbie.
Yuri sighed, he didn't expect anything less. Yurio then got down on his knees, picking up the shards Yuri had dropped.
"What are you doing?"
"You hurt your hand, try this and you'll just mess up again. Sit on the couch"

Yuir did as he was told, silent. The room had a buzz, general morning conversation. Otabek laughed.
"Why are you so shocked Yuri?"
"Y-You understood what I said!"
"Pffft, no I didn't, I learnt that one phrase to confuse people. What did you say?"
Yuri froze, flushing slightly.
"A-An insult of sorts"
"Of sorts? Would I say it to Yurio?"
"Probably"
"Huh" Otabek finished the convo there. Yurio, who had gone to the kitchen AGAIN to throw out the broken mug sat on the couch, inbetween Yuri and Otabek.
He wasnt silent for long.
"I don't understand you all at Kat"
Yuri froze in annoyance. Did he have to use that nickname?
Yurio continued before he could speak.
"You're sassy and rude, yet polite and intelligent, yet a clumsy idiot.
What the hell ARE you?"
Yuri ignored the insult.
"I'm alone."
Yurio just looked confused.
"What drugs are you on? You're inan crowded-
"Not people alone"
Silence

"Mentally. I'm mentally alone"
This was his chance. If he drabbed,on, they'd get bored of him and, hopefully, rid of him.
Abandon, not kill.
Neither Yurio or Otabek had spoken, so he continued

"Like I said earlier, my family doesn't give two shits about me. I'm twenty two now, and I didn't technically run away, but I left when I was 19."

There was no eye roll, no "oh great a sob story"
They wanted to hear this.

"There's not much to say. I lived on my own, well as alone as I could get. I was harassed with phone calls. Why wasnt I at university yet, when was I coming home, how could I do this to them.
They got sick of it eventually, calling me a failure amd threatening to cut me off. I don't care about the money, it corrupted them and I won't let it do that to me. I ignored their calls and went about my life.

I used to live in Florida. I moved to Chicago because they sent people after me. Not to kidnap, to watch. Make sure I wasnt taken by enemies, or doing anything they wouldn't approve of. I lost the men two weeks before I saw you guys in that alley"

Yurio wiped a tear from his eye, literally. Handing his mug to Otabek, he hugged a shocked Yuri silently.

"That's not fair"