Aki Live! (Yuri on Ice Fanfiction)

Reunion

I was finally all moved in. It tool a week but wverythibf was finally how o wanted it to be. I have no idea how many visits to the furniture store we took, but the house was to our liking. I flopped down onto my bed, which was covered in teal and gray sheets. I pulled out my phone, and scrolled through to find a certain contact, that I had yet to use. I sent a quick text to Yurio, or Small Yuri, as he was in my phone.

A: Boi, guess who's in Russia

Y: You have the wrong number.

He reaspobded quickly, oh it was six here, so he was probably havinf dinner or something. Bur even over text her was such a tsundere.

A: Are you sure you're phone isn't haunted?

A: Jk, couldn't help it.

A: It's Aki

Y: Oh, sorry, you never gave me you're number, and you never texted me, so I thought you forgot.

A: Victor and Yuri wouldn't let me...

Y: ?

A: They think we are more than friends.

Y: Why?

A: idk

A: well anyways...

A: I've actually been here foe a week, just finished moving in, and I wanted to get out....

A: but I don't know where to go.

Y: We should go get dinner together.

Awe, so that tsundere did have a heart.

A: Yes!

A: Text me the address I'll meet you there.

It took him lobger to reaspond to that text. I thought ot wasn't anything, thinking he needed to fond the address to send it to me.

Y: wouldn't it be a better idea for me to come to where you are and take you to the restaurant.

It took me a littlw while to figure out what he was say. Thent he cane leaning against me bed reminded me. He didn't want me to struggle because of my sight, bit I didn't want to cause him any more hassle then already. But he could then worry about me.

A: I mean... I would be fine on my own, I still have alright sight with my glasses on... But it if will help you sleep at night you can.

Y: Alright, where do you live?

I texted him the address and paced around the basement waitinf for him to show up. The nose of a door bell echoed through the house. "I got it!" I yelled, grabbing my cane and running upstairs. I threw open the door to find the blond Russian standing there, bit confused.

"Why do you live in a house?" he asked me. Oh yeah, he wasn't informed with everything that happened.

"I'll explain over dinner," I told him with a smirk. I called out that I was leaveing and left with Yurio. He started leading the way, and accidently kept on hitting his foot with my cane. "Sorry," I laughed akwardly, pulling ir close to me, "Im still not used to using it." He reached for my free hand and grabbed it in his own.

"This will be easier," he said. I laughed, desidibg to be annoying, and started swibging our connected arms.

"So, you ready for the story?" I asked him, starting to skip lile the idiot I was. I had started regaibibg some confidence, with hell from some meds, and acceptinf the fact I'm goinf blind.

"Sure, you dork," he commented, trying to stope from swinging our connected arms. I could swear I saw a bit of a blush on him, but it could just be wind burn. I proceeded to tell him what happened after an hour after he left. Leavobg out pits and prices, like my breakdown on the roof. We were in the restaurant by the time I finished.

"So, that's about it," I shrugged, openobg up the menu, needing to break out the rusty skill of reading Russian. "What have you been doing the past couple months?" I asked, truly wondering.

"I've been practicing," he shrugged, "Yakov brought in his ex wife to coriagraph my free skate." It was strange to be conversation in Russian. I mean I had little converstaions with Victor, and Yuri when he was still there. But nothing really too strenuous. Yuri was talking slowly so it was easier for me, but I don't think that was nessicary, as I could easily ease drop on the people sitring at the table next to us.

"Whose his ex wife?" I asked, there was a chance I knew her. "And I trust you to order aomething for me, I am not in the mood to try and translate this." I said throwing down the menu.

"Alright," he laughed at my bluntness, "She's Lilia Baranovskaya." I choked on a bit of air there. I somehow mamaged to reconize the name. Some years ago I was researching stuff about the school I was going to, like famous people who went to the school. She was one of them. Now at the school it is required for Music majors to take one dance class, and I sighed up for ballet. She was going to be my teacher. "Are you alright?" he asked, freaking out by my sudden inability to breath. I nodded, regaining my breath. The waiter came and Yuri ordered for the both of us. He got born of us something called pirozhki.

"How is she?" I asked, trying to get the deats on a teacher before either meet her. "I need to know." I gripped the edge of the table and lowered my head down, swuintibf at him. My vision for clearer as I did. His face was a bit pink, maybe he was getting something.

"She's a bitch," he said simply. We continued to have a easy goinf conversation. I learned he had a cat, and I declared I needed to meey it, and possibly steal it. I was part way through my explabation of how cats are ruling the world, to both our amusement, when the food came.

It was looked like a pastry, but a pit bigger. I watched how Yuri ate it, and coppied. My face lit up as the flavors melted in my mouth. "I know understand Yuri's love of food," I said, shoving more into my mouth. I was hungry for once.

"If you think this is good, you should try my grandpa's," Yuri declared, with pride and excitement in his voice. I nodded my head vigerously, the most responsibility I could give with food over flowing my mouth.