Yuri!!! On Ice Book 1

Chapter 20

**Author's Note!**

Okay, so this is about a week after the last chapter ended off, ie, the bed shopping, and such. This mostly happened because I had no clue what to put in between these main chapters, and didn't want it to be more badly written filler stuff so I just decided to go ahead and do a time jump. This chapter, this first scene actually, take place as Yuri and Victor come to Russia. I'm really excited for this, and the next chapters! I have like everything mapped out in my brain after these points so I can't wait to get to that! Yay! (And yes this first scene is similar to the beginning of the one in Chapter 6, but I digress. Enjoy!

Otabek's POV 1st Person Omniscient

I look around the arrivals hall, confused. Their plane was said to have landed 45 minutes ago, but neither Yuri nor I can seem to find them. "Any luck?" A voice says from behind me, Yuri, making his way through the crowd asks hopefully. I shake my head and he groans, "Where the hell are those dip shits?" Yuri and I were late to the airport to pick up Victor and Yuri, after getting stuck in traffic for a painfully long time, and even after fighting our way through the crowded, busy airport to the international arrivals hall we can't find our charges anywhere!

"Are you sure they said to pick them up here?" I ask Yuri, and he rolls his eyes to answer my question for the fourth time today.

"Yes, when Victor called me before he boarded the plane last night he said their arrival time was 2:45, our time."

"Well, do you think they read the signs wrong and ended up somewhere else?" I pester,

"Victor's fucking Russian! If he can't read the signs in his own language how the hell did he survive in Japan!" Yurio screeches, exasperated, his little outburst drawing curious looks from passers by.

"Should we just try calling them again?" I venture and Yuri flips me off.

"We called them over a dozen times, EACH. If they didn't pick up two minutes ago why would they now?" Yuri says but nonetheless dials the number. I hear a click and a voice on the other line says,

"Hello?" Yuri nearly cries in relief and irritation screaming,

"Where the fuck are you!" into the little metal rectangle,

"At the apartment." The Yuri on the other line answers calmly, "Where the hell were you an hour ago when we got in?" Yura turns red and splutters,

"We were stuck in the goddamn fucking traffic trying to come pick up you fucking shitheads!" I repress an odd impulse to laugh, how does he swear so often and so fluidly? Only Yura.

"Look," Yuri says over the phone, his voice both tired and irritated at the same time. "We're trying to unpack our damn house, I'm sorry you got stuck in traffic and were looking for us but we're at home. So, unless you want to come over and help we'll just see you tonight at 7, okay?"

"Fine!" Yuri, my Yuri, spits into the phone and then hangs up, still fuming.

"So, I assume we're just going home?" I say, tentatively, not wanting to anger the tiny, but mighty, furious kitten. A curt nod, and we set off, back through the crowds to my bike, and then to home.

Yuri's POV 1st Person Omniscient

"Fine!" Yurio spits into the phone and then hangs up.

"Whoooo" Victor whistles as I replace the phone in my pocket.

I laugh and roll over to face him, "He was just being difficult, you know how he is." Victor smiles and agrees,

"Oh believe me, I do! I was his rink mate for YEARS, and I know exactly how impossible he can be," He laughs, "One time he tried to kick me, you know, there, but was too short and only reached my knee." He sighs, "They grow up so fast." I chuckle and put my head on his shoulder. We're currently lying in a sleeping bag on the floor of our new apartment. We have no furniture, and none of our stuff has been shipped yet, so we only have what we brought with us and what came with the house, which is; a washer/dryer, dishwasher, stove, microwave, and fridge. You know, the pirate's hoard. As for what we brought with us it was basically whatever we could get through customs on the plane ride over. Clothing, the sleeping bag, all our skate stuff, naturally, and our electronics. Needless to say the skate stuff took up most of the room. Victor and I agreed that under no circumstances would we allow our most precious belongings be shipped in a boat across the ocean to Russia without us. They were our carry-on's. I look up at the ceiling, I was lying earlier when I said we were in the middle of unpacking, in reality we're in the middle of the bedroom floor watching movies on the laptop. We've decided to combat the jet lag by relaxing and hopefully, napping, now, and then wearing ourselves out after dinner with Yurio and Otabek so we can go to sleep according to Russia's timezone. I doubt it'll work. I rise off the floor and Victor sighs, "Why are you leaving?" I smile,