Yuri!!! On Ice Book 1

Chapter 15

**Author's Note!**

I really hope you like this chapter and don't and to slap me at the end of it. Lol, it's not what you think! I'm not quite that slap worthy. Enjoy!

Yuri's POV 1st Person Omniscient

I step into our apartment, shutting the door firmly behind me, it's snowing like crazy out there and a gust of wind almost sends it flying open again. Victor and I moved to St. Petersburg last week, after finding an apartment online. I haven't quite adjusted to the cold. I remove my coat and scarf, although replacing the coat with an only slightly smaller sweater. I make my way into the kitchen and find Victor unpacking our cutlery and silverware. "Yuri," Victor says as he sees me, putting down the stack of plates he's holding, "You look half frozen! What were you doing out?" He envelops me in a warm hug, which I really appreciate.

"The car, Victor." I say simply "I took a cab and picked it up from the dock, I still can't believe we sailed the car over from Japan." I continue, remembering Victor's look of incredulity when I suggested we sell our old car and simply buy a new one when we got here. With a small sneeze I gently release myself from his embrace and begin to help him unpack our kitchen supplies. By the time we finish it's well past midnight. "We should really go to sleep." I say, "We'll never get over this jet lag if we keep staying up until all hours of the night." Victor agrees and we turn in.

"Psssst, Yuri!" A voice whispers out of the dark, "Yuri, are you awake?" I sigh and roll over, there with his blue eyes open and glinting in the moonlight, is Victor.

"We're supposed to be sleeping." I whisper back with a small cough, and rearrange my pillow.

"I can't sleep." He returns, looking at me like a child in the darkness.

"What can I do to help you sleep?" I treat him like a child until I realize my unfortunate choice of words. He grins,

"I have one idea....."

"Victor, no! The neighbors!" I say laughing as he pulls me towards him, at first I cling to the bed frame in mock protest but quickly give in. He kisses me passionately, and the night grows dark.

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The next morning the house feels...... christened. I pull myself out of bed with a yawn and make a beeline for the kitchen, where I smell coffee brewing. "Good morning sleepyhead" a touseled haired Victor says as I walk in, "What do you want to do today?" I smile and kiss him, then hope I don't have too bad morning breath, picking up a cup of coffee ready on the counter I drink half of it, hoping it'll help my headache subside. 

"We should probably unpack the living room next, " I say practically, "After all it's our last one, then go to the rink and skate. We need to practice. Yakov will be knocking down our door if we don't show our faces there soon." He groans,

"Boring!" He teases me and I giggle, "So I suppose it falls to me, the free thinker, the ingenuitive, to figure out what we're going to do today?" I roll my eyes, we're not sparing the dramatics this morning I see, but what am I gonna do? He's my crazy, dramatic, mischievous, puppy-ish boyfriend. And I love him! "Oh!" Victor says, and jumps about a foot in the air as he says it, "I know what we're going to do! Go and get changed, into something warm, and get your skating bag ready, and mine too if you don't mind! I'll be back in an hour!" He races out of the house grabbing the car keys as he goes, 

"But Victor!" I yell after him, "You don't know where the car is..." I trail off, knowing that he's already gone, I cough loudly and shuffle over to the door and bolt it against the cold. Shivering I go and do as he says. I really am never going to get used to this climate!

Victor's POV 1st Person Omniscient

I skid to a stop outside the apartment building and survey the parking lot trying to find mine and Yuri's little beat up blue junker. It's a lot harder to locate it than I thought it was going to be, because everything is blanketed in white, but at last I do find it, and hop inside. I blast the heating and wait a few minutes for the windows to defrost, a plan formulating in my mind all the while. We've been dating for 3 and a half months by now, and we already live together, not only do we live together, we moved to a foreign country, well my country, and we live together. I think back to what I said before the Grand Prix Final, 'We're engaged, we'll get married after Yuri wins gold'  At the time I'd meant it as a joke, but now I'm thinking what if that could be true? After all, what's one more commitment on top of all the others at this point? Even if this were the case we couldn't be married for at the very least a year, even if he won this GPF, and if he didn't it would be two. Tons of couples are engaged after dating each other for only two years! It's not that crazy! No, I thought, the crazy part is me proposing after dating him for only 3 months, and the even crazier part would be him saying yes. At last the car is ready, I set off! I walk inside the skating rink and find Yakov standing at the counter conversing with Lilia Baranovskya, over the subject of Yurio, I'm sure. "Yakov." I say, walking up to the duo, 

"About damn time!" Yakov barks at me, and motions for me to head over to the rink, "I'll be there in a minute, start working on your short program or something."

"I need to talk to you." 

"Later."

"It's important!" I say in a ringing voice, rigid with authority, Yakov turns to face me, incredulity in his every feature. "Please." I add, trying to sound slightly more polite to bridge the enormous favor I'm about to ask of him and the other skaters. He looks at Lilia, and she nods and walks away as if saying If you must  "Yakov." I start, unsure, "I want to marry Yuri. I want to propose to him today, in this rink, with your help. With all the skaters' help actually." I stop, and wait for a reaction. Nothing. I stare at him. Nothing. "Yakov?" I say, a bit worried now. He grunts and looks me in the eye. he nods, one curt nod, and that's all I need. "Thank you!" I cry and hug him, he tenses, but doesn't pull away. I head into the rink at a brisk trot and call to the other skaters to come over. They come. I swallow nervously, all eyes are upon me. "I am proposing to Yuri. Today." I say quickly, Mila gasps and hugs me. "But I need your help." I continue once she's released me. 

"What do you need?" Yurio speaks first, and I'm surprised to say that he seems, not aggressive, for once. I smile, "You." I outline the plan and we go through it once or twice, after that I leave them to their preparations, and I head off to my next stop. It's surprising how quickly this plan is coming together, I hadn't any intention of proposing today, but once I had the idea I knew it was right. I hadn't had a plan either, but this just popped into my head, as though it were a memory formed long ago waiting to be of use. I guess, subconsciously I had been planning the proposal, and the wedding ever since the banquet when I officially met Yuri.

I arrive at Edgar's house, Yuri has never met Edgar, but has heard me speak of him enough to know he's a chef, and one of the best damn chefs Russia has to offer! Once I tell him my idea he agrees vehemently and tells me that he'll have the first stage ready in 45 minutes, I thank him and race back out to the car. My head's in a whirlwind, and I can't think straight, I don't have any idea what on earth it is that I'm doing, but at the same time I know exactly what is going to happen. Everything is blurred and exciting, yet so bright and blindingly obviously clear that I can't believe I hadn't thought of it sooner. 

Before I know I've even started the car, I'm at home, and am running up the stairs to our apartment three at a time. I bound through the door and scream "Yuri!" racing through the relatively tiny house in my eagerness to find him, to show him, to ask him. And then I see him, as I race into the bedroom, propped up in bed, buried under a mountain of covers, Yuri. Face white, yet with a feverish tinge on his cheeks. He's sick.