Their time in New York City was mostly uneventful, a week of shows and following any leads they or their contacts could find regarding the group hoping to bring Celestino and those above him down. Working with Viktor might have been better if not for the fact that the man was always strictly business, he seemed to be allergic to fun. Yuuri resorted to attempting jokes but nothing broke that shell. He doubted he would ever get used to how completely reserved Viktor could be.
And the man dared to say Yuuri had withdrawn from the world.
Dealing with Viktor at times was beyond irritating.
The more Yuuri came to know him the more Viktor reminded him of a slightly altered version of himself. Where Yuuri sought to control others, the older man sought control over himself. But every time he thought they might be close to being friends, or at least being more comfortable with Viktor the wall appeared between them. Yuuri blamed himself for that most of the time, he still could not completely trust this man. He had reasons not to. Good ones.
The problems started when their flight to Paris was delayed for several hours, most of which Yuuri spent wandering the airport along with Viktor. There was no way to be free of his constant presence so Yuuri decided to do his best to ignore his traveling companion. They wandered, ate lunch and wandered more until the discovery that their flight had been canceled.
Of course Viktor was among the group of first class seat holders demanding that they be booked on the next flight available, even if it was another airline. By the time Viktor arrived at the front of the line, the poor man at the counter already looked worn out. Yuuri was sure he'd heard it all and would hear it again repeated several more times. Being a man who generally commanded respect, whose wishes were no doubt followed without question it didn't go over well when many of his demands were refused.
Viktor was angry, he was tired and he had an elite membership card that brought him considerable more notice than most of the others who were fuming around them. They would be given a room at a nearby hotel, the last one available according to the man at the counter, but it did have two queen sized beds. Yuuri groaned inwardly. Viktor was arguing over their flight early tomorrow now.
Yuuri put himself between them bowing slightly. " I'm sorry my friend is being so rude, traveling has made him tired. We will gladly accept the room and vouchers, and we're both grateful for your help in getting us on that early flight tomorrow morning. "
The man behind the counter smiled, glancing over at Viktor, as Yuuri accepted the vouchers and the print out with the hotel and flight information. They were going to be a few hours late but at least they'd get to Paris in time enough to have some time to prepare for the first show. Viktor gave him an irritated glare and Yuuri shrugged. It wasn't that the man meant to be rude, he just didn't have a clue. Yakov likely pampered those closest to him, the finest of everything and Yuuri thought he probably owned his own private jet. It was all in the way Viktor held himself, the way he walked, talked and reacted to everything and everyone around him.
Yuuri didn't mind the hotel, or the shuttle bus they and a few others took to get there from the airport, he just did not like the idea of sharing a room. Not with Viktor. He'd shared rooms before with other dancers, but this was different. No one was in a good mood by the time they arrived and Viktor took it upon himself to check them in. By now the man was thinking of all this as a novel experience and that helped ease the tension.
The room was clean and both beds large, it wasn't a bad place at all and they had been lucky since it was last minute and most hotels in the area were full. Yuuri had stayed in hotels like this many times, but for Viktor this must be a few steps down from normal. At least he'd stopped grumbling about the situation. The airline and the hotel were being more than kind. This wasn't the first time Yuuri had faced a canceled flight and was forced to make rush plans and rarely had it as smoothly as it had now and it was all due to Viktor's prestige membership card with that airline.
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Join Me In Hell
FanfictionAn angst filled yuri on ice mafia au whose ending might make you look at Stammi Vicino in a different way. Rescued from a life of poverty and abuse Yuuri Katsuki was taken in and raised by Celestino Cialdani - a man who ensured Yuuri would thrive...