Yuri!!! On Ice Book 1

Chapter 8

**Author's Note!**
Sorry I haven't updated in a few days! Things have been crazyyyy busy, as I'm moving rooms. But enough delay, enjoy the chapter!

Yurio's POV 1st Person Omniscient

I am awoken by a crash, yelp, and sharp pain in my knee. I open my eyes to see my bedroom door standing wide open, and a crazy excited Victor sitting on top of me. I swear you can see his tail wagging.
"Happy birthday!!" He screams "You're finally 17! Practically all grown up! I remember when you were so young..."

I roll my eyes "You're not actually my father." I say irritated,

"Shhhhh." Victor shushes me by placing one finger on my lips.

"Move your hand before I bite you." I mutter, my speech slightly slurred by the finger. Victor takes is hand back immediately.
"Victor!" Yuri stands in the doorway panting, he looks like he's been in a fight, disheveled and with egg yolk on him, now I think about it Victor looks quite similar, "Sorry Yurio, he got past me." Yuri explains as he attempts to pry Victor off of me. To no avail. "Um, we have presents and cake for you in the kitchen." Yuri says awkwardly,

"Okay. I'll be down in a minute." I mutter, irritated by the intrusion, but suppressing a smile at the same time.

"For him to go downstairs with us you have to get off his legs. You realize that right?" Yuri said, resuming his tugging at Victor, who hops off the bed causing Yuri to shoot backward and bang into the wardrobe. Victor grabs his hand and they walk out, Yuri shooting me a What are you gonna do look as he left, though smiling all the same. I slumped back into bed and thought,          I wonder if things will be like that when I- No. Nope. Not thinking about that. No. way. 

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Yuriooooooo, happy birthday to you!!" Yuri And Victor sing as I sit downstairs in front of the cake. Otabek's here too, but he is not keen on singing. I can't blame him, I'm not either.

"And many more, you are manure, manure is poo, you smell like poo, happy birthday doo doo!" Victor finishes the song and smiles affectionately at me. I groan, I'd really hoped he'd forget about that. But every birthday, with no fail, he's sung that to me, and no amount of begging, pleading, or swearing, will make him stop.

"V-Victor! What the hell was that?" Yuri gasped, but the effect was slightly ruined by him laughing so hard.

"That was Yurio's special birthday song!" Victor exclaimed, "When he was 9 years old, a little after we met, it was my birthday, and he didn't like that, or me for that matter, so he decided to make up the rudest, most foul birthday song instead of the normal one. That's what he came up with."

"Awww, baby Yurio!" Yuri cried, "That's so cute! Back when he didn't have the... vocabulary he has today, his worst word was poo!" He and Victor laughed, and even Otabek was trying, and failing, to suppress a smile.

"SHUT UP YOU MORONS!" I yelled at them, which to my horror only made them laugh harder! I. Hate. That. Song. "I was nine okay! That was my best try! Stop mocking me!" Still their laughter continued "You shitheads! I said stop!" I screamed. Victor and Yuri looked at each other in delight, having been given just the ammunition they needed and shouted in unison

"Baby Yurio's all grown up!"

"And has a better insults." Victor added, smiling fondly down at me. I hate the soppy look of affection he had on his face, but at least the laughter had stopped. I seized the opportunity, and blew out the candles on the cake. The frosting read, in neon green icing, sloppily done, by Victor of course, Happy birthday Yurio! With 17 candles around the edge of the writing, also neon green, which clashed horribly with the orange of the base frosting.

"Present time!" Yuri said smiling, he left the room for a second and returned with a stack of wrapped boxes.

"I don't need presents, I'm not two," I said, but I pulled the first one toward me at the same time. "What... the hell... is this?" I asked pulling out a furry orange and black striped garment. Yuri giggled,

"It's a tiger onesie, we saw it at the store, and thought it looked so- you. We couldn't resist."
A tiger.. onesie? I thought as I pulled it further out of the box. Hm. It's interesting, but so inane at the same time.

"This is so stupid! It's something for a baby!" I yelled at them, although Victor and Yuri seemed totally unfased.

"Open the next one!" Victor urged, and reluctantly I pulled the next gift up to me. It was, a leather jacket? Cool! I nodded my approval and moved on to the next one. As I approached this gift Otabek turned bright red and concentrated on a point just beyond my left shoulder. Victor noticed this and whispered something to Yuri, smiling widely. I opened the box and looked at a mug. A mug?

"Flip it over." Otabek said, uttering his first words all morning. I obeyed and on the other side was a drawing, of me in my Free Skate costume with glitter all around it. Framed by the words : Powered by Spite.
I laughed. Everyone in the room jumped, having been braced for the explosion they thought would follow. "Thanks Otabek! This is cool!" I said examining the mug from all angles,
Me, on a mug!! This is fucking awesome!

Otabek smiled warmly, I love his smile, I thought, No! Stop that!       
"No problem." 

Half an hour later I had finished with the presents and Yuri had taken them up to my room while Victor, after much begging, was allowed to cut the cake. It looked like it had been through a hurricane.

"Victor! What did you do?" Yuri sighed, endeared by Victor's eagerness to please, yet utter incompetence in the kitchen.

"What? I cut the cake didn't I?" Victor said defiantly,

"You did, but into pieces not slices." Yuri laughed at the dumbfounded look on Victor's face and dragged him off to the pantry to show him an example of a "Correctly cut cake." Leaving Otabek and I to eat the crumbs of our 'slices' in silence.

"I really did like the mug." I said tentatively,

Otabek smiled thoughtfully, "I thought you would." I smiled, it was nice having a best friend. Maybe all these feelings I have, these feelings, besides anger I mean, are a side affect of that. Anyway, I don't mind them so much.