Just a Towel Boy

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Not my art ☝️

Yuuri POV
I was a lonely boy roaming the streets looking for somewhere warm. Then I saw her, the kindest person I've ever met. A young girl with beautiful blond hair came up to me "Hi I'm Elena!" I look up to her sweet toothy smile. I smile slightly as I shiver. "Are you cold do you need help?" I nod my head. She turns and shouts "PAPA!"  a man came up "what's wrong fairy? Oh who is this. My boy your gonna freeze with that attire."
"Papa he needs place to stay can we help him?" He looked at her and smiled "of course my fairy, go to you mother real quick and tell her to go get me the blanket in the car and get your brother we are going back home in a few minutes" she smiled, face full of determination, and she ran off. He smiled and looked at me "What's your name little one" I look at him and fidget"Y-Yuuri, Yuuri Katsuki"
He nods "Well Yuri, my name is Nikolai. How old are you?"
"I'm 9 ... and a half"
"My daughter is the same age as you. Where are your parents?"
"I-I... I " tears rolled down my face Nikolai pulled me into a hug. "Shh it's okay, it's okay" he rubbed my back in circles "Do you have any other relatives?" I nod "I don't know where they are." He nods "okay well I'll help you find them okay!"  I nod again "until then you can say with us." I hug him tightly "thank you so much Mr. Nikolai" he smiles "call me Papa"

Cut!!  Now for scene 2🎬🎥 .... Lights camera ACTION 😀

I was looking at the blanket my father (Nikolai) gave me when we first met. we never found my family but the plisetsky's were kind enough to take me in. Many things have happened since then.  I'm 24, I speak Japanese and Russian, I love ice skating, and I take care of my nephew Yurio. Well really his name is Yuri but everyone calls him Yurio. Yurio is 6 now and he is already a handful I can't imagine what he will be like in his teen years. I put the blanket away and walk to Yurio's room. Yurio is spread out snoring loudly wearing a tiger onesie I laugh and walk over to him "Hey Tiger, wake up" he growls and turns away from me. "Come on you have school. 1st grade year can't start itself!" I say enthusiaticly
he glares at me
"I made you piroshkis!" I say slyly and he instantly got up
"I'm getting up because I want to not because you made piroshkis!" I laugh "of course now come on I got your cloths here." I got yuri dressed and fed, we were walking out the door." I put him in the car seat "Uncle Yuuri?"
"Hmm?"
"You start your new job today right?"
"Yup!"
"Why do you have to work ... You should be a skater!"
I smile "Thank you Yurio, but I'm not that good I can fair well in small tournaments but not anything big." Yurio hit my head
"Yes you are! Your a decent skater! Not as good as dedushka but decent!" 
"Thank you Yurio"
I laugh there was always a rare moment like these were yurio was this nice to only me, Then again I am his favorite uncle. Not that he had a choice, but that's another story for another time (or chapter😜)
I get in the drivers seat and start off towards yurio's school. Once we get there I park and get yurio. We walk into the school I walk him to his class and kneel down "Alright Tiger you have a great day okay" yurio huffs "You too pig" he mumbled I smile he always wants to seem tough but there is a soft side he let's out on occasion. I ruffle his hair and go to leave for my new job.
I had lost my last one right when Papa died. My old job was at a cafe  they said I was to distracted. I mean I had just lost the man who raised me of course I would be a little distracted. Plus I gained custody of Yurio, which I'm glad to take care of him. However dealing with a boy who lost his grandpa is not easy. Luckly I found another job at an ice skating team I can thank my friend Yuuko had owned the rink the team uses. She has one here, Japan, and in India she says its for her daughters when they grow up. I'm basically a towel boy but it pays so its a good job until I find a another one."
I finally get to the rink and I park so I can get in and get ready. Once in I look for people and only found one. A beautiful man with short silver hair skating on the ice as if he was floating. I knew who he was Victor Nikivorof the best ice skater in my opinion. He must have seen me because he glided toward me and stopped. "Hello you must be the new towel boy! Welcome to the ice house!" He seemed friendly enough I walk over and smile "yup that's me, my names Yuuri your Viktor Nikivorof right?"
He smiles "Yup! So Yuuri~" my heart speed up a little bit "since you will be our towel boy you should know how to skate! Go get a pair and meet me in the rink!" I wanted to tell him that I knew how to skate but words couldn't leave my mouth. I go and grab a pair "what am I even  doing" I let out a chuckle I walk out with the skates on "Were is everyone else?" I take the guards off and place them on the bench. "Oh They made practice a little later then usual today" I nod and get on the ice. "So it seems you can keep your balance which is good" I giggle he stares at me in confusion I push off and skate circles around him. "You can skate?" I smile "of course I can been doing since I was a little boy after my Papa taught me and my sibling's.  Papa use to love watching us skate. We would even preform for him." I stop going in circles and look Victor in the eyes. "Well compliments to the teacher!"  We smile I look down.
"By the way I'm a big fan!"
I saw his eyes darken a bit I was confused but I kept talking. "Your one of the only skaters I watch that brings a story or emotion to life, I even cried during  Dido's Lament I really felt the sadness through your moves. Every move you made looked like it was agony and the ending when you collapsed I - sorry I get carried away haha that song really hits home."