Everything Is Not What It Seems

Chapter Eight

RE-EDITED

So, I just only now, as I'm editing this looked up the time difference between Russia and Kazakhstan. I am so sorry for all the inconsistencies regarding this fanfiction. This was written back in 2018. 

Please enjoy regardless though.

Yurio POV:

I was looking through my Instagram while taking a break from practicing when Otabek texted me. He must be out of practice. 

Beka: I'm in Russia, let's hang out, I have my bike I'll come get you. Where are you?

I was freaking out as I quickly sent him a text back saying I was at the rink in Moscow and that I'll be outside so he doesn't have to have a hard time finding the rink. I put my water bottle and towel in my bag as well as my skates, or as I liked to call them, knife shoes. I slid my sneakers back on and shrugged into my jacket then my coat and walked outside the rink, ignoring Yakov's questioned yelling as to where I was going. 

"Training is still in session!" He yelled but I only rolled my eyes shutting the doors behind me leaning against the wall of the building. 

Several minutes later I could hear a Harley coming up the street and I saw Beka on the bike pulling to a quick stop and throwing me a helmet. I put my bag's strap around my shoulder so I could hold it properly. I put the helmet on climbing on the bike hugging beka around his torso as we rode off in the freezing weather that was Russia. 

I was surprised Beka even wanted to ride his bike in Russia, it was way too cold to ride a motorcycle in Russia. 

I laid my chin slightly on Beka's shoulder as he picked up a bit of speed and just drive. Driving just to drive I guess. Honestly, I didn't care for the weather, as long as Beka, my best friend, and the only friend was with me. Ten or so minutes later and we were at a small bridge that was above a frozen-over river with snow all over the place. 

I climbed off the bike as he turned the key, turning the engine off. I took the helmet off laying it on the seat I was sitting on as Beka kicked the stand up to hold the bike up. 

"Okay, I'll explain why I'm here later, but you gotta tell me why you've been quieter and more depressed, and more angsty than normal," Beka said looking intently at me with his dark eyes. 

"It's katsudon," I answered looking over the bridge across the white clouded horizon. 

I knew Beka would just stare at me until I answered so I decided to skip that step and just tell him what's on my mind. 

"What happened? Do I need to get authorities involved?" He questioned standing next to me arms laying against the cold metal railing of the safety guards on the bridge. 

"He actually hit him this time Beka. The pig keeps telling me not to worry about a, and I quote, '24-year-old-anxiety-ridden-man'." I angrily spat gritting my teeth together. 

"We should get the authorities, we can stop Victor legally without any issues. As long as Katsuki testifies or states himself that Victor had abused him," Beka stated in his usual calm-like manner. 

Looking down at the frozen river I sighed, "Katsudon doesn't want to get any authorities involved, he doesn't even want to admit that Victor is at fault and not him. Victor makes him feel like he's at fault, that he's overdramatic and all this crazy bull shit beka and... and I'm worried."

I couldn't stop myself anymore, it was all coming out and thankfully coming out to Beka. He'd never tell anyone, he's just as introverted as I am and rarely even speaks at competitions, let alone anywhere else.