Blood Rink

Chapter 12

Yurio let go of Yuri, keeping his hand om his shoulders as he moves back.
"Thats not fair at all!"
Yuri's eyes widened at the anger in his eyes and voice.
"They're your parents, not your bodyguards, manipulating you like that is sick! Not to mention, you're so used to that treatment you can casually talk about it to strangers!!!"
Yuri was frozen. This wasnt the reaction he'd expected at all.
Otabek laughed darkly.
"Y'know, people like them are why we do what we do."
"Sick bastards" He muttered to himself.

They were... Upset. Upset that he'd been treated that way.
"Its not something to get that worked up about.
It's like asking a fish if it is upset it can't fly"
He looked down.

Yurio was indignant. "No it's not!
Something like that shouldn't be expected at all!!"
Otabek put his hand on Yurio's shoulder.
"Calm down, you're making a scene"
"I don't care! Why would you expect me to think that's ok Yuri??!!"
He'd called him by his real name, that was something.
H-Honestly, I thought you'd..."
"What? I'd what??"
"... I thought you'd get sick of my conplaining and decide I wasnt worth your time"
A scrape from a chair caught their attention. Victor had stood up, and his eyes were wide in shock.
"You said that in the hopes we'd dump you"
Yuri swallowed slightly. He shouldn't have said that.
"Uhhh..."
Otabek smirked.
"Nice try kid, but you've done the opposite."
Yurio had a Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
"You've just given us another reason to keep you"
Yuri's eye's widened.
"I-I'm not some lost puppy you know!"
Victor walked behind him, leaning on the couch.
"No you're not. We just stole you from the pet store"
He was smirking, clearly taking control of the situation, yet his mood softened.
"We're not going to get rid of you, Yuri. We started something and we'll finish it"
He didn't know what that meant, but from the way everyone around him was watching Victor, they did.
Silence.
"So..." Otabek again. The guy knew how to break the ice.
"I make pretty good stir fry if I say so myself, anyone want lunch?"

They sat at the table in the kitchen. Otabek, Yurio, Phichit, Victor and Yuri. Otabek hadn't lied, the food was good, but Yuri barely ate. Nerves had his stomach doing quadruple-flips. They liked him? Wanted him around? What happened to the violence, the gang? So many questions he was too scared to voice.
"Yuri"
His head shot up. Victor. God his soft voice sounded almost... Safe.
They made eye contact for mere seconds.
"Eat."
Yuri contemplated refusing him, but was slightly terrified of the scenarios playing out in his head. He picked up the fork silently.
As he ate, thoughts flicked through his head. Victor could play the piano, which suited his personality to a key, but the way he played it was... Softer. It was beautiful, nothing like his actions in that alley, but even the best people had their bad side.
Even he did, although he'd never stoop that low.

Yuri froze, only just hiding the shock on his face. Would they make him hurt people?!?!
No. They couldn't force him to, and he wouldn't do it willingly, right?

Right?