yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

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_{Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky}

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They didn't really have time to talk in the morning anyway--if they had fooled around it would've been quick and dirty, and apparently that wasn’t what Otabek wanted--which just meant Yuri had time to spin in mental circles on the plane to Helsinki.

He was halfway through his bowl of soup at Two Tigers, trying to ignore the little kids play-fighting and sometimes running into his calf, when his phone buzzed with a message from Otabek.

You should know this I guess.

The link was to an English-language newspaper; Colorado Springs, Yuri realized. He read the headline twice before hitting the translate button and confirming what it said in Russian.

"Sir?" the attendant said. "Are you done with--" He gestured at Yuri's half-eaten bowl of soup.

"No," he said, too sharply, and realized how much time had passed. "Um. Pack it up for me?"

You should know this I guess. No one sent an article about a serial sexual abuser in the ISU for no reason. But they might send it if--

He took his soup and got on the plane for St. Petersburg. Victor said something to him, but he didn't hear it. "Oi," he said to Katusdon. "I'm sick of Yakov, sit next to me."

The pig wasn't stupid--he knew something was up--but he also knew enough to keep his mouth shut, which was all Yuri wanted. Someone who'd be quiet and not look over his shoulder.

He read and re-read the article, like he was picking at a scab or trying to loosen a tooth. Like reading it again would make sense of it. He searched and found a few more articles. It had been a big scandal. The man had been in Russia and Canada, too, never near Yuri.

Yuri wasn't naive. He knew stuff had happened. Had probably happened to people he knew. But it was different when you had something certain. Had the face of the man who'd hurt--

That was what finally got him to close the article. He didn't need to look at the man's face. Or ever hear his name again. He was in jail. That was what mattered.

He looked at his seatmate. "Pig. You awake?"

"For now," Yuuri said, without turning around.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," Yuuri said, turning his face and tipping his glasses back onto his face from where they'd been resting above his forehead. "Something wrong?"

"There was a guy in Detroit," Yuri said. "Not just in Detroit. Physical therapist who--"

Katsudon's face froze for a second, before smoothing over again. "Oh," he said. "McManus."

"Did you--"

He shook his head. "We...you know how it is. Someone told Phichit-kun, and he tried to tell someone." He looked down at his hands. "When I left Hatsetsu to train, Minako-sensei told me about--there are people like that in dance too. She talked to me about what to do if someone--if something like that happened. But she didn't tell me what to do when I knew it had happened to someone and there wasn't anything I could do. About feeling helpless. I mean, I know I was lucky. But--" He swallowed. "You want some way to stop it or help it, and you can't. Or you find out it happened before you were even there and there was nothing you could have done."

"Yeah," Yuri said. Otabek wasn't the only skater Yuri knew who'd trained at the rinks the guy had been at, but Yuuri would probably suspect. Of course, he might already suspect. He might already know.

Maybe everyone had known but Yuri.

Well, fuck. So what if they did? Yuri was the one who was going to...

What was he going to do?

He checked his phone when the plane landed. No more from Otabek. He wasn't sure if it'd be better to pretend like nothing ever happened or send some kind of serious email. Thank you seemed wrong. You didn't have to tell me that sounded more like you shouldn't have told me that, and that wasn't what Yuri meant.

He settled for U OK?

OK, Otabek said. Coach sent me some music for next season. Thinking.

Let me know if you want me to listen to anything.

I'd like that.

I'll be around in an hour? Skype?

Thanks.

Otabek looked good on Skype, if a little jet-lagged. They traded music for a while--Lilia had a long list, and so did Otabek--and compared flights home.

It was always easy to talk to Otabek, even when he had no idea what to say. But they focused on the music and talked about programs, and it felt normal again after a couple of minutes. But he didn’t want to ignore what Otabek had sent him, and he felt it there, unspoken, underneath everything.

"Look," he finaly said, when Otabek was about to sign off. "I--thanks. I don't know what to say. But thanks for trusting me."

"You don't have to thank me," he said. "I probably should've told you--"

"You didn't have to tell me ever," Yuri said.

"You're important to me."

"Oh," Yuri said. "I--you are to me, too. That's why I don't. I don't care if we wait. Okay?"

Otabek's face eased a little, unless it was just some bullshit quirk of Skype. "Okay," he said. "You're still coming in April?"

"Yeah," he said. "I wish I was there now."

Otabek smiled at that. "Me too."

Oh, poor Otabek :(

Yuri's reaction here feels very real to me - his frustration and helplessness about something that already happened, not being sure what to say.

I feel very mean rn, not even gonna lie.

Thank you!

oh no baby ;__;

They don't deserve this, but no one ever does, poor kids.

:(

I like how Yuri reacted & handled the follow up

Yuri's going to do his best. Burning down the world would probably be easier, but it's not what Otabek wants, so no go.

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