Everything Is Not What It Seems

Chapter Four

RE-EDITED

Yurio POV:

The phone rang only three times then a deep voice said, "Hello?"

I smiled slightly at the voice and said shyly, "Hey Beka, I-I know it's really late for you, but I just needed someone to talk to. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't wake you."

"Hey, no I was already up it's alright. Did something happen at skating practice?" Otabek Altin said, his voice laced softly with concern. 

"Victor was really mad again today, especially at the piglet," I answered him petting Potya softly on her back. 

She purred as Bekka said, "Can you tell me what lead up to him being so mad?" 

I sighed softly and stopping my soft ministrations on my cat's back before replying to him, explaining to him everything that had happened today at practice. Katsudon's crazy quad-flip with both hands raised, Victor's angry face at the Japanese man, and how he was even angrier after Yakov had talked to him privately in the locker room then demanded that he and Yuri leave the rink and go home. 

"Have you talked to Katsuki since then?" Beka asked me and I said a soft no to him in return. 

"Why don't you call him and talk to him, make sure he's okay. I don't like the way Victor is acting," The Kazak man spoke through the phone speaker. 

I guess he's right, I should call him. "Alright beka, I'll call him right now okay. Talk to you later," I told him watching Potya stretch her claws coming out for a split second before retracting. 

"Yeah, talk to you later," He replied and we ended the call. 

I contemplated on actually calling him. Would he not answer? I looked at the time, no, it was barely even dinner time yet, so they should still be awake. I pressed the dial button before I could change my mind and put the phone to my ear listening to the dial tone as it told me it was ringing. 

Three rings later and katsudon picked up, "Hello, Yuri, are you okay? Why are you calling?"

I almost smiled at the concern he displayed for me but I stopped myself and said, "I was just wondering if that big-for-headed oldie did anything to you. I'll kick his ass."

The piglet laughed softly said, "I-I'm fine, we had a small argument when he got home but we resolved it. Please don't worry about me, you have too much on your shoulders. Just as a teenager, you don't need to worry about a 24-year-old man like me."

I could hear the slight stress and waver in his voice. "Stop lying katsudon, what did he do?" I asked him a bit annoyed. 

He sighed down the line then spoke, softly, almost too soft, I could barely hear him explain to me that Victor had almost hit him. I was about to blow up when Katsudon continued, "Yuri, don't worry, he didn't actually hit me though. He stopped himself, he promised he wouldn't do something like that ever again. And, please don't tell anyone. We're fine, really we are."

"You let me know if he does lay an unwanted hand on you," I said bluntly and went back to petting my Persian kitty. She began purring again bopping her head on my stomach. I smiled down at her as katsudon promised to let me know. 

"Hey, Yurio, I wanted to ask you, what type of cat do you have?" He asked me out of nowhere. 

I blinked, no one's asked me about my cat at all, let alone what breed she is. "She's a Persian, her name is Potya, she's five years old. I've had her since I was 10," I answered him as she meowed lightly against my stomach. 

"Does Potya mean anything? Most Japanese names mean things, so I wanted to know if it was the same for Russian too," He said down the line and I could hear the slight smile in his tone.