Insomnia (OtaYuri fanfic)

Chapter 1: 'Meet me on the roof'

Have you ever experienced the feeling of being a total stranger, no one knowing you, the coldness hitting you out of nowhere and from every corner? Well this was the way a certain Kazakh man felt at the moment. Sure, he had one friend, which was this lovely young lady, Mila Babicheva, but other than that, he didn't have anyone. Heck, he didn't even meet his own flatmate yet, and they've been living together for at least two weeks. How did he manage to totally ignore his mere existence, he had no idea. The only thing he remembers about him is the muffled footsteps he'd ocassionally hear late at night when he thought he is sound asleep and already dreaming of whatever he holds dear to his heart. When he agreed to this, he thought he could at least make a new friend, so he won't be all alone in this unknown place that he has yet to explore.

He was intrigued by the mysterious teenager that he had yet to meet, he couldn't understand why he'd be coming home so late at night, why he would stay up even when he already got home, able to go and rest after a hard day of training, in the comfortable and welcoming sheets. This was mostly the reason he never was able to talk to the Russian. He'll be waking up early in the morning, make some breakfast and coffee, making sure to always have some extra coffee in case his flat mate, who would still be fast asleep in his room, with no signs of waking up any time soon, would want to have some as well when he does wake up late in the morning. The routine would be followed by him leaving the flat before the blond would wake up, so he won't be late for his part time job. He almost gave up the idea that they would ever meet at this point. Almost.

This morning, before he opened the fridge so he could prepare himself something to eat, he noticed a sticky note on the door. He carefully took it off the fridge to read it, absorbing and proceeding every word on that tiny piece of paper.

"Hey there stranger,
Sorry for being such an asshole and ditching you these days.
Imma make up for it.
Meet me on the roof at 10 pm. I'll wait for you.
Signed, The dickhead living with you. xD"

A short chuckle escaped the Kazakh's lips as he was reading the sticky piece of paper. So his flat mate was rather loose and outgoing, huh? He didn't seem to be one to hold back his direct thoughts, or more like the 'language' problem lots of people have, and he found that rather good, meaning he didn't have to hold back either, cause someone might get offended or anything, like it would usually happen. He took the sticky note, placing it into one of his old notebooks, one where he used to keep memories. There weren't any recent events he would desperately want to remember, but this one sticky note could very well be a very nice memory or one to forget later. Either way, this one piece of paper could mark the beginning of a new friendship, something he was excited for, something he wished for, so it seemed like something important to him, something to keep. He stuck it to one of his pages, a smile appearing on his face. It wasn't often that he smiled, people saying that he was rather stoic. But the excitement filled every inch of his existence at this point, he was about to meet the person he shared a home with these past two weeks. With that, his day suddenly became brighter, his mind slipping to the thought of meeting the teenager even at work.

It was finally time. They were about to meet, and the curiosity was killing him. How does he look like, what does he like, are they going to be friends, are they going to get along? So many questions waiting to be answered, making him more and more anxious. Of course, he was good with masking his emotions, but masking them and handling them are two different things. And he wasn't any good with handling them. He took a deep breath, the bag with the wine and two glasses in one hand, placing a hand on the door knob. He even bought wine to celebrate their meeting. Why? He didn't know, yet he felt like it was some sort of event. He finally made up the courage to open the door that lead to the roof, seeing a small, slender, delicate figure standing on a blanket, looking at the stars on the night sky, almost enchanted by them. His hair was slightly longer than he expected, almost brushing against his shoulders. As cold as it was, he was only wearing a black hoodie, the Kazakh being all dressed up in his lesther jacket and a vintage scarf. 'He must be used to the weather here' he thought, as he shyly approached the younger male with a questioning look. He was so curious to see his face for the first time. "Hey...?" He said, trying to get the blond's attention. The Russian turned his head sharply at the hearing of his voice, like he got snatched out of his own universe of stars and dreams. He gave a smile to the one who brought him back to reality, the Kazakh being taken aback. The appearance of the boy was... unexpected, to say the least. Even in the small amount of light that the moon provided, those emerald eyes stricked him. They were enchanting, they were mysterious and drop dead gorgeous. He could see the whole universe in them... What was it with this boy? Who was he? That's when he was interrupted by a masculine, but rather smooth voice, the total opposite to his seemingly fragile and delicate figure. With that appearance of his, with his looks, the Kazakh could bet he was a popular one, he looked like something you'd see on the cover of a magazine or in a famous boy band. "You actually came! Hey there stranger. Come here, take a seat, I don't bite." The boy said jokingly, seeing the shy and anxious look on Otabek's face. 'Maybe this is why he is always away. His friends must be all over him. He most probably has someone as well.' The dark haired male thought to himself as he approached him, taking a seat next to him on the blanket, placing his bag down awkwardly, hoping the Russian won't notice it. The blond, curious, seeing the bag, asked with a curious look in his eyes. "What is that?" That's when he let a smirk creep on his face before saying "Is that for me~?", a blush creeping on the other's cheeks. "Partially, yeah..." He said, handing the bag to the young pretty boy. He excitedly opened the bag to see what was in it, before letting out a loud laugh, making the other man suddenly anxious. Was he not supposed to get wine? Was it weird? Was it too much? That's when he tried interrupting the boy in front of him that was now laughing loudly in his face. "Wh-what...? What's wrong?" He said in an anxious voice, the boy stopping upon hearing that deep voice. Of course, he heard it when he tried to get his attention, but it wasn't that loud to distinguish the range and just how deep and smooth it was. He blinked a few times to earn some time to remember just why he was actually laughing, that voice making him forget his in initial reason causing his fit. "My dude, my dude... I appreciate the thought, but.This is not how you do it in Russia." He said, still chuckling slightly. "Here, I brought something, too." He smiled slightly, that short smile making Otabek's heart skip a beat. That smile... it was too much for him. The blond got a bottle of Vodka out of a backpack he brought along on the rooftop. He took out two shots, handing him one as well. "Cheers. For you being nice enough to come meet me here, and for me for being such a dickhead for ignoring you for so long." Filling them, he looked up to see the expression on the other's face and, as expected, he seemed a bit reluctant, but at the same time, confused. "There. Down one of these, you'll certainly regret it." He laughed, downing his shot quickly. Otabek raised an eyebrow at the comment, but downed it anyway with no hesitation. He decided to keep the questions for afterwards. The boy looked once again at the starts for a second, before shaking his head and facepalming. "Holy shit I'm such an idiot, I didn't even introduce myself!" He said, matter-of-factly and more annoyed with the way he forgot such a crucial thing. "My name is Yuri Plisetsky, skating in the senior division with Mila. That's how you got here, right? Through Mila. Either way, nice to meet you." He said, outstretching his hand for the other man to shake, as he looked into his eyes. The Kazakh shook it firmly, his usual composed look back, saying with a false confidence "Otabek Altin. I'm from Kazakhstan. Nice to be meeting you." He said and Yuri nodded with another smile on his face. "Kazakhstan, huh? That sounds cool." He once again filled the shots as he handed his flat mate his own. "Why do you keep refilling these? Do you want to get me drunk or something?" The dark haired male said jokingly, a bit more comfortable with the other since they finally introduced each other. The other one smiled and let out an amused snort before saying

"Well, I've been taught that alcohol is a great conversation starter."

Yuri couldn't be more right at this point. After a few rounds of shots Otabek seemed to be more talkative, the filter from his brain to his mouth slowly but surely disappearing. The pretty boy seemed unchanged from when they just started to take shots, he was just as talkative and communicative as before, with only one small detail added. He seemed a bit... flirty...? Or was it just Otabek's head playing tricks on him? "Why did you say I'll regret taking these shots, I don't see the problem, these are amazing." The slightly darker man said with a drunken smile on his face. The pale Russian smirked, raising his index finger, placing it over the other's lips with a whispered 'Shhhh', taking the other man aback for Lord knows how many times that night, this one being probably the millionth time. "You see, sweetheart, the best nights are the good nights full of mistakes. What's the fun in it if you won't regret enjoying it afterwards?" His smirk got wider as he retracted from the man, still smirking. What was that supposed to mean? What kind of tongues was he speaking in? Was that some sort of trick? Either way, the older male felt intrigued by the way he talked, by how it looked like everything he says could be turned on two sides, how he wasn't able to read through. He looked over at the Russian with a concerned and confused expression for the billionth time at this point, asking "Is this why you're always up till the break of dawn? You see that as a mistake?" The blond was, for the first time that night, surprised by how sharp he was. "No, man... that is anything but a mistake. I can't even count it as good or bad. When it's your only option , it doesn't really come off as anything, to be honest." He cracked a smile, a genuine one, not influenced by the amount of alcohol in his blood or the flirtatious way he was speaking at that time. "The thing is... Every single thought that goes through my head likes to intensify and to hit me at night. And it feels so much better to deal with them in the darkness than in the bright light of the day, for everyone to see." He looked at the sun that was making its way out, barely visible as a the sky was slowly turning its violet aura in a lovely and calming pink. The smile on Yuri's face got a bit wider when he saw the scene in front of him. 'In this light he looks even more enchanting... Poetic, even.' The Kazakh thought to himself, looking at the smiling teenager. "Insomnia... that's what they call it. Some might call it that, some might be right. I just call them 'unfortunate night thoughts'." The pretty boy said, only turning his head to face the one he was speaking with just as he said the next words. "Truth be told, I feel safe in the 5 am light. It's so much more welcoming." He titled his head to underline his message. Once again, he gave Otabek something to think about. As they were both walking back towards their rooms, the older stranger in this big city couldn't help but think of this new person he just met, this mysterious, pretty boy that he was living with, that he only knew about from that night, but wishing to find out more, wanting to solve his mystery. And with that, he fell asleep, finally content that he got to meet his flat mate.