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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Yuri_Plisetsky's_Family, Victor_Nikiforov, Yakov
      Feltsman, Mila_Babicheva, Potya_|_Puma_Tiger_Scorpion
  Additional Tags:
      Viktor_with_K, Child_Abuse, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Physical
      Abuse, Depression, Aggression, Loneliness, younger_Viktor, More_tags
      later, Starvation, Force_Choking, Rape/Non-con_Elements, it_gets_worse
      from_chapter_5_on, Sexual_Abuse, Cutting, Blood, I_feel_so_bad_for
      writing_this, I'm_Sorry
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-07 Updated: 2018-01-24 Chapters: 5/? Words: 9826
****** Lone kitten ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     They never wanted a second child and they showed it. Yuri Plisetsky
     was the second son and both his parents and his older brother
     despised him with their whole heart.
Notes
     disclaimer: This fanfiction might get pretty insense at one point.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Dreaming *****
When they found out they would get a second child, the Plisetsky's didn't want
to keep it but it already was too late at that time. When the son was born they
named him Yuri. Both his parents didn't feel any connection to him, no love or
affection at all. They considered giving him away into an orphanage but Yuris
grandfather, Nikolai, kept them from doing so, hoping they would learn to love
him over time.
They didn't care about Yuri. They shoved him away like it wasn't their own
child so Nikolai would mostly take care of him. From a young age on he would
often stay at his place. It was Nikolai who taught him to walk and speak.
Nikolai who changed his diapers until he could go to a toilet on his own but
unfortunately it wasn't at Nikolai's place he saw figure skating on TV for the
first time.
The small Yuri Plisetsky, four years of age had found the remote and zapped
through the programs uncontrollably until he found the sports channel which was
showing adults, dancing on sharp blades over the ice. To the little boy it was
so amazing he couldn't look away anymore. He placed the remote beside him on
the sofa as he kept staring at the screen. His eyes seemed to sparkle, his jaw
dropped a bit when one of the man, dancing over the ice, jumped up and twirled
around several times.
“Mommy!” The little boy yelled several times before his mother finally entered
the living room with an angry look on her face. Her blond hair of shoulder
length was messy. Her eyes had a grey, lifeless color.
“Yuri!” She started to yell as soon as she saw the TV screen flicker. “I told
you to not get close to the TV! You are not allowed to watch!” She walked
towards him to grab the remote, but before she could even reach it. The little
blond boy reached out his hand and pointed towards the screen.
“Mommy I wanna do that too! I want to dance on the ice like that!”
His mother turned around. As soon as she saw the figure skating on TV she
became even more furious. She quickly switched it off before giving her son the
back of the hand. For a few seconds the little Yuri kept quiet before starting
to cry loudly. It wasn't the first time he got hit but it still hurt him.
“Don't even think about doing this! Select a sport for boys! God, you are such
a disgrace!” She started to walk off again, leaving the little boy to cry by
himself.
It was only an hour later the doorbell rang. Yuri, with his cheek still swollen
from the hit, ran toward it and opened up, only to jump into his grandfathers
arms a second later.
“I waited for you!” He proclaimed while smiling at his big hero.
Nikolai smiled but just as he was about to answer, his gaze fell on Yuris cheek
and his smile dropped at once. His brows lowered and he started to walk away
with the little boy in his arms.
“How about you stay at my place for a couple of days Yurachka?” He tried to
force the smile back on his lips when he closed the door behind them and
started walking through the snow.
The blond boy nodded a few times. His grandfathers home wasn't far away but he
was happy to get away. Even at that young age he knew he wasn't welcomed at the
place he had to call home. He didn't know why, but he called his grandfathers
house his home all the time.
As soon as they arrived, Nikolai set the boy down and went into the kitchen to
make some hot chocolate. Instead of following him like so often, Yuri ran up to
the TV, hoping that the figure skating was still on and after some zapping
around, he was lucky. Instantly his eyed were glued to the TV again. He could
not look away, not even when a steaming mug of hot chocolate was placed in
front of him. A little confused Nikolai sat down on the sofa next to him,
pulling him a little closer.
“What are you watching Yura?” He asked calmly, looking at the screen together
with his grandson.
“Ice dancing! Grandpa! I want to do that too but when I told Mommy she hit me
and said it's for girls, but I really want to do it!” The small boy for once
turn his head towards his grandfather, his eyes still sparkling and the amazed
look on his face.
The older man blinked a few times until a smile formed on his lips. “Of course
you can do it. I will search a place for you to learn Yura, just let me handle
this.” And as soon as the next morning was there they sat in the rusty old car
together, driving to an ice skating rink. The rink where Yuri would start
learning.
At age 6 Yuris father left them alone and never came back. His mother and
brother gave him the fault while the young boy could not understand any of
this. From this point on it only got worse. Everything was Yuris fault, well,
everything bad was. The worst thing for the young boy however was when he was
forbidden to see his grandfather ever so often. At age 7 he started to cry
himself to sleep every night. This was the only time he showed his sadness,
when he was alone. When he was on the ice or in ballet class he let out his
anger. When he saw his grandfather he acted happy. At home he was numb. Nothing
he did made a difference to him anymore.
The older he got, the more often he showed up with bruises everywhere he went.
Because he always seemed so angry, everyone would believe him he got in fights
with other people.
When Yuri was 9 years old he came back home from school one day to find boxes
packed with everything they had in the house. In his hand he had a letter from
his teacher. He jumped over the boxes in his way, landing lightly just on his
tiptoes. It was like he was a ghost. He walked past his older brother but this
one didn't seem to notice him. Invisible as he was he walked into the kitchen
to find his mother preparing food. If he would bother her now, he would be
yelled at so he just quietly placed the letter on the counter next to her and
left again, this time a bit more quickly but also not as silent as before and
the next thing he remembered was his back hitting the hard floor. He opened his
eyes to see his brother kneeling above him, his face red with anger, actual
tears filling his eyes.
“This is your fault!” He yelled at Yuri.
“Wha-” Before he knew, a first hit his cheek. Yuri started to squeal in pain.
“Because of you we have to go away! I will lose everything just because of you!
Why can't you just die already?!” He kept yelling. His tears dripped down,
landing on Yuri's chin.
Yuri had no time to be confused about it or ask what was going on. He quickly
covered his face when he saw his brother raise his fist again. He did not stop
however. Instead, he started punching the smaller boys stomach over and over
again. Yuri started to struggle but it only made it worse until finally his
mother entered the room.
“What's going on here?” She said in a sad voice. She didn't even seem angry.
The older boy stopped. He slowly got up again and wiped away his tears.
“Nothing.” He mumbled while Yuri slowly took away his shaking arms. His face
was red, covered in tears and snot. His stomach hurt worse than ever before. It
felt like he could never get up again. Slowly he curled into a ball, keeping on
crying.
The woman sighed and gave the older boy a sign to leave. He listened and ran
into his room. As soon as he was gone, she sat down on the nearby sofa, waiting
for Yuri to finally sit up straight. The only concern on his mind however was
how he was gonna practice ice skating that day?
It took him quite some time to stop crying. The pain had vanished a bit and he
tried his best to stand up again, not expecting his mother to still be there.
For only a second he looked into her strict face before turning his head
towards the ground again, staring at his own feet.
His mother cleared her throat, making Yuri wince a bit, expecting to be hit
again.
“So, would you mind explaining this letter?” She asked, holding out the
envelope to him.
“It's...” He started to fumble around with his own fingers. “It's a notice for
our class trip. You have to sign it and...And it says how much it costs and
everything.” He did not look at her again.
“You can't go.” When hearing this a little anger boiled up in Yuri. He looked
into the face of his mother.
“Why?” His expression saddened. “I never went on a class trip and it's not that
expensive! If you can't pay I will ask grandpa, you just need to sign!”
“You can't go because we're moving!” She interrupted the small boys arguments.
“In one week we are gone from here.”
Yuri just stood there. He had no idea what to say when two questions shot into
his head. “Where?” He mumbled through clenched teeth.
“Saint Petersburg.” She sighed, not even specifying it more than necessary and
the blond boy didn't care about it as well. Instead he asked the second
question.
“Why?”
“None of your business.” She said in her strict voice. This time Yuri did not
take it.
“Of course it is my business!” He started to scream. “My friends are here, my
school! I am ice skating here and what about grandpa?!” But the only thing he
accomplished with that was getting slapped straight across the face. He tumbled
back a bit by how hard the hit was and in how much pain he still was.
“Don't talk to me like that! It's better like that! You will go to school there
and hopefully forget about this ice skating nonsense! Your grandfather will
stay here of course, don't worry about that. If he really cared about you he
would come but he won't! Now shut up and go pack your stuff!”
The talk was over. Yuri ran into his room, crying loudly while throwing
everything he owned into boxes. He through about running away but what was the
point? There was no point in anything anymore. He felt like his life was ending
and that feeling grew with each day until he was siting in the car, crying his
eyes out while leaning out of the window, waving goodbye to his grandfather.
This was it.
***** Moving *****
Chapter Notes
     disclaimer: In this fanfiction Viktor is not that much older than
     Yurio as you will see in this chapter.
10 hours of driving and Yuri had been awake the whole time. His brother had
fallen asleep at one point and kept on snoring but it didn't bother him. He was
playing around with the little bracelet on his wrist the whole time. He didn't
even look out of the window until the car stopped. He saw a little house next
to him. It didn't seem too bad, but Yuri could not forget everything he had to
leave behind.
Inside he found all the boxes. His own he had marked with little stickers of
cats.
“Which room is mine?” He asked quietly. His mother pointed at a door. Yuri
cared about nothing anymore. He grabbed his boxes and brought them into the
room. It was smaller than his former one. He did not bother to unpack yet. He
let himself fall to the bed and stared at the wall.
“What now?” He asked himself as he hugged a pillow. He had to give up
everything and now he was here, at a place he didn't want to be in.
It took him some time to finally decide to get his laptop out and start it up.
The first thing he did was checking the placements from the last few
competitions. There was one name he had seen so many times and yet didn't
bother to look up before. It was Russian. Viktor Nikiforov. He always seemed to
place high.
With a sigh Yuri typed the name into google and scrolled through the pages to
get to some wiki page. He instantly clicked it as soon as found.
Viktor Nikiforov is a 13 year old skater from Saint Petersburg. Yuri stopped.
This boy wasn't that much older than him and now he even lived in the same
city. He kept on scrolling to find out more and there it was. Hidden in the
last corner of the page. The ice rink he was training at. Quickly Yuri googled
that as well and got the address rather quick. It wasn't far from his new home.
He jumped up and searched every box for something to write and note down the
way. As fast as he could he put on some sport clothes and grabbed his skates.
He stormed out of his room to the front door only yelling one thing to his
mother.
“I'll go exploring!” He slammed the door shut behind him and stated to run,
only occasionally checking his little map. He did not know what came over him
so suddenly but he wanted to skate and he really wanted to skate at the same
place Viktor did.
He did it. He found the place. It was huge and for a moment he felt a little
intimidated. The small boy took a deep breath and shook his head rather quickly
before entering. He slowly walked up to the front desk and knocked on it. From
where he was standing he could see the rink itself and a young girl skating on
it. On the right side of it stood an older man, giving her commands. A dreamy
smile started to form on Yuri's mouth. He could barely look away.
It was a middle aged woman who ripped him out of his thoughts.
“Hello dear, did you get lost? How can I help you?” She smiled at him a bit
concerned.
Yuri shook his head. He felt nervous all of the sudden, but he didn't want to
show it. He couldn't depend on his grandfather for those things anymore. He had
to do it himself. He had to grow up.
He held up his ice skates. “I want to skate here!” He claimed loudly. The
woman's smile didn't vanish.
“Oh sweety, this is not a open rink you know. This is private, only for figure
skaters who train here.”
“I know that already!” Yuri crossed his arms. “That's why I am here! I want to
train here.” For a second Yuri had to think until he remembered what it said on
the website. “And I want Yakov Feltsman to train me!”
The woman now seemed a little confused but her smile only dropped for a second.
“Alright hun.” She said with a sigh. “Wait here for a moment, alright?” She
walked away to the ice rink toward the older man at the side of it. Yuri could
see them talk and the man glance over at him. He gulped and tried very hard to
keep his straight face up. He could see how he said something to the girl on
the ice. She nodded and came off it to drink something. Just in that moment her
and Yuris eyes met. She smiled at him. Yuri looked away.
He looked back up again when he heard steps right in front of him. The man was
now on the counter, looking at the blond boy.
“Are you Yakov Feltsman?” Yuri simply asked.
The man raised one of his thick eyebrows. “Who wants to know?”
“Me!” Yuri crossed his arms. “Yuri Plisetsky, I want you to train me! I want to
be as good as Viktor Nikiforov!”
The man now sighed. “I'm not giving beginner classes. Go away little boy.”
“But I'm not a beginner!” He yelled, holding up his worn out skates once again.
“I can skate!”
Just as the man wanted to respond, the little girl came to the front, her water
bottle still in her hand. “Let him try out.” She grinned.
“Whatever.” Yakov sighed. “Follow me.” He said and walked off. Quickly Yuri ran
after him, followed by the red haired girl.
“I'm Mila.” She said with a smile which Yuri couldn't see. He didn't care. He
was too excited.
“Yuri.” He simply responded. As soon as he entered the rink he started to enjoy
the cold air surrounding him. He sat down on one of the benches and put on his
skates. They barely fit him anymore and the blades were rusty and worn. Yuri
did not care. He just wanted to skate. He threw his normal shoes to the side
and made his way to the ice. On the sideline he was able to see Yakov and Mila.
While the redhead had a huge grin on her face, Yakov seemed not amused and
annoyed by even the presence of Yuri. He did not care. He stated to skate
around a few circles to get the feel of the new ice underneath his blades. It
felt better than ever before, like it was made just for him and with that feel
warming him up from the inside he did his first double toe loop, landing in the
perfect position.
A smile formed on his lips, growing bigger with every jump he did and he even
landed he triple Salchow for the first time ever.
“You can stop.” Growled Yakov from the side when he finished the jump. When
Yuri skated over to them he saw the amazement of the clapping Mila in her eyes.
Yakov walked over to the benched with Yuri, ordering Mila to continue with her
training.
“So, you want to train here?”
Yuri nodded eagerly.
“Where are your parents?” Yakov sighed, looking at Yuris worn out skates,
frowning a little.
“My mother is home, my father left when I was younger. I came here on my own.”
He started to untie the laces of his skates.
“Well, they will need to sigh you up. Listen young boy, as good as you might
be, it isn't cheap to come here. This is an professional skating rink, we are
training our students to maybe go to the Olympics one day.”
Yuri stopped. Of course, he did not think about that. “How much?” But when
hearing the price he gulped.
“Fine, I'll go get a job then so I can pay for it.” He finally took off his
first skate, putting it to the side.
“Boy you are a bit young for a job, aren't you? If your parents can't pay that
much just go look for a cheaper rink to train at until they can.”
Yuri blew out the air through his nose. “My parent doesn't even want me to keep
skating so thank you for nothing old man!” He threw his second skate to the
ground. From the corner of his eye Yakov saw a bit of metal breaking out of the
blade. Quickly Yuri slid back into his normal shoes, put the hood on his head
and walked off, leaving his skates behind. His dream has been crushed. Now he
really had nothing anymore. Making his way to the door he bumped into someone.
He didn't look up just mumbled a “Sorry or whatever.” Then walked outside where
he let his tears flow down.
The silver haired boy blinked a few times, following the younger male with his
eyes before entering the rink.
“Yakov?” He asked , looking at how the older man bowed down and grabbed some
skates and a little piece of metal up in his hand. “What are you doing and who
the hell was that kid?” The boy seemed genuinely confused with the happenings.
“Ah, You're late Viktor.” A bit confused by not being yelled at, Viktor sat
down to put on his skates.
“Would you please tell me what happened?” He asked again, a bit louder that
time. Yakov shook his head quickly and snatched back into reality.
“Ah, that kid came here some time ago and demanded that I trained him. I let
him show me what he got and he was really good but he couldn't pay the tuition
so I sent him home.” He sighed. “Look at this.” Yakov handed the boy one of the
little skates.
Viktor's brows narrowed a little. “He skated on those? They are rusty and
broken...” He mumbled more to himself than to Yakov, but this one nodded.
“I only realized later.” He sighed, again. “The kid seems to have some anger
issues. When I told him to leave he threw one of his skates to the ground and a
piece broke off. He did jumps on those. I think they are also a little small
for him.”
Viktor suddenly seemed angry. “Get him back here now!” He yelled. “You wanna
just throw away a good skater? Are you an idiot?”
“Hey, don't talk to me like that!” The man yelled back. “I need to live off of
something as well! I can't just teach him for free!”
Viktor's expression got even angrier. Yakov could see the burning anger inside
of his eyes.
“Fine!” He said loudly as he got up and walked out but there was no sign of the
little boy left and he had already forgotten the name of him. With a sigh he
returned to the rink and tried to calm Viktor down, but it was no use and he
could see it in his skating.
***** Hopes *****
When Monday came Yuri still didn't want to get out of his room. He hid under
the blanket, hoping for the best. He felt weak, like all the energy hat been
drained off him. From Friday on he hadn't left his room anymore. Not even to
eat. The only time he came out was at night to go to the toilet and then
straight back to his room.
On Friday, when he had come back home, his mother had hit him for 'running away
without permission'. For the first time he didn't complain or cry. Everything
just felt numb to him, like it was a dream and then he asked himself the same
question his brother always asked him. Why cant you just die?
Yuri's mother came into the room without knocking.
“Get up.” She said in her monotone voice, ripping the blanket away from Yuri.
“It's time for school.”
Sure, how could he forget that as well? A new school, with new people where no
one knew him. He didn't even have hopes to find friends.
“I'm sick.” He mumbled, but it was no use. His mother grabbed him by his skinny
arm and pulled him up.
“Like I'd care, hurry up and get dressed! Now!” Yuri looked straight into her
eyes. She seemed tired. Too tired to look this angry. He started to chew he
lower lip, then, finally nodded. She cleared her throat and finally let go of
her sons arm, leaving the room without another word to him.
Yuri just stood there for a moment, not doing anything. He knew nothing about
his new school. Thinking about it, he knew nothing about all his new
surroundings, except that there was a great ice rink where his dreams had been
crushed.
He grabbed some random clothes and put them on without even thinking. He did
not feel like brushing his hair at all so he simply pulled the hood over his
head, hoping he wouldn't have to take it off during lessons and if so, he
didn't really care.
Even though his stomach seemed to be killing him, he didn't eat any of the
breakfast. Of course no one was concerned about this at the table. No, they
looked at him angrily and his brother then hit him in the side. It was like he
felt nothing anymore.
“Mom made such an effort to prepare food and you're not even eating! You're
such a-”
“I'm going now.” Yuri interrupted as he got up from his chair and made his way
to the front door, thinking this was a good way he could skip his first day.
“Wait!” His mother suddenly yelled. “Your brother will go with you! He already
knows the way!”
Yuri kept on waiting, while his older brother finished eating and got up from
his chair. He didn't even listen to what he was saying to their mom before
coming up to him. Outside he grabbed Yuris wrist hardly, starting to pull the
smaller boy with him as he walked very fast. Several times Yuri almost tripped
but his brother did not care at all, his grip just got a lot more tight.
“So listen, bastard.” He suddenly started to talk, while the little one was
just breathing hard. “Our schools are next to each other, our schoolyards are
connected. Don't even dare to come close to me during break time, understood?”
“Yes.” Yuri sighed. He wasn't planning on doing this anyways.
“Good dog.” His brother snorted and finally let go. “Around this corner are our
schools. You're in the right building, you're on your own now, asshole.” And
with that, he walked off.
The insults didn't hurt Yuri anymore, he was too used to it by now. For a
moment he looked at his wrist which was showing a dark blue mark. He didn't
feel anything. After shaking his head slowly he walked around the corner
towards the school. On the left side, a bunch of teenagers were standing
around, talking to each other, on the right however, kids were running around,
playing, yelling and whatsoever.
The bell didn't ring yet but Yuri walked up to he door. He had no idea where he
should go now. Just as he wanted to enter he was stopped by a hand on his
shoulder. He turned his head to look into the face of a rather young man.
“What's the matter young man?” He asked with a smile. “It didn't ring yet, you
can't go inside. Why not stay and play a bit more?”
Yuri bit his lower lip again before pushing away the hand pretty harsh. It was
like he had no control over himself anymore.
“First, I'm new here, I have no idea where to go. Second, I don't play. It's
not like I'm six anymore.”
The man blinked a little confused. “What's your name young man?” He asked,
crouching down to be on one level with Yuri.
“Plisetsky Yuri.” He simply responded without showing any emotions. Against his
expectations the mans face lighted up again.
“Oh how nice! So you're Yuri! You're in my class!” Yuri did not care at all. He
shrugged and leaned back against the next wall when the dizziness of not eating
overcame him.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Yuri nodded. Before any more questions could be asked, the bell finally rang
and Yuri was ordered to follow the teacher.
The classroom was huge. There were way too many people for Yuris taste. He was
standing in the front of the teacher when everyone ran in and sat down. It took
quite some time to be quiet but when it was, the young man began to speak.
“Class, today we have a new student, his name is Yuri Plisetsky. Would you like
to introduce yourself Yuri?” He gave a warm smile to the blond boy, who just
shrugged.
“Hi.” He mumbled. “I'm Yuri and I just mowed here from Moscow... I don't have
hobbies anymore and my life is a mess since moving. I hate it here. That's all,
can I sit down now?” He turned towards his teacher who looked at him with a sad
expression, however he nodded.
The only free desk was in the front and Yuri took it without complaining. The
whole lesson he couldn't listen. He kept looking out of the window, thinking
about everything that was wrong with his life at this point. The list was
already way too long when the bell came to his rescue. He didn't want to leave
the room, but he had to. No matter what weather it was, they had to go out, so
Yuri did. He walked out and simply sat down on a lonely bench that was dividing
the two school yards. He wanted to go home. Home to Moscow. Home to see his
grandpa and home to his old skating rink, even if it wasn't great. Here he had
nothing and no one. The thought made him sigh, when suddenly a voice appeared
right behind him.
“Hey!” it shouted. It was an older voice. Not expecting the person really meant
him, he ignored it and looked up to the clouds, then, someone tapped his
shoulder. He turned around to see who was annoying him.
It was him. The boy from the web. Viktor Nikiforov. Yurio for once didn't know
what to say anymore. The boy with the long hair smiled at him. It was a
gorgeous smile.
“You're the boy from a few days ago.” He said and sat down next to Yuri. He was
confused. He never saw Viktor before.
“Ah, sorry I'm Viktor. You bumped into me at the ice rink and you didn't even
look up. I kind of got in a fight with my coach because of you.” He laughed a
little, but instead of laughing with him, Yuri looked down to his feet. Again
he was responsible for something bad that had happened.
“Sorry...” He mumbled.
“Ah, don't worry, we fight rather often. Whew luckily I recognized your jacket
again! I really needed to talk to you but when I send Yakov after you, you were
gone already. Haaah, what a relief to find you here!”
Yuri barely could listen to the excited voice of the older boy. He cleared his
throat.
“So, why are you talking to me?” He finally decided to ask.
“Heh?” Viktor blinked. “Oh yea! You need to come back tot he rink! I talked to
Yakov and he will train you! I told him if he wouldn't I would stop skating
forever, hehe.” He winked at the small boy, but this ones expression didn't
change that much.
“Okay...” Yuri simply responded. He should be happy, right? So why wasn't he?
This were the best news he had gotten in such a long time and yet it still felt
numb.
"Hey, are you okay? Your'e shaking all over." Viktor's voice suddenly seemed be
very far away. Everything around Yuri seemed to be turning around, first left,
then right.
"Yes, I am okay." He forced the most awkward smile on his lips he could. Viktor
still seemed concerned.
"Okay then.." He mumbled. "Just take it easy for now I guess and I really hope
to see you at the rink later. I'll be there from 3pm, just stop by anytime,
there is some stuff we need to talk about with Yakov before you can start
training." With those words Viktor got up again. Yuri tried to look at him. He
waved one last time before walking away.
Over the next few lessons the pain in Yuri's stomach grew. So that is what it
felt like before. The pain. It wasn't that he enjoyed it, but at last he felt
something again and that felt like heaven.
School was out at one for Yuri. Two more hours at least. Two more hours until
Viktor would be waiting for him in the rink.
Even though he didn't want to, Yuri knew he could need some energy before going
there. As soon as he was home he looked into the fridge and made himself a
sandwich, which he took to his room. Just as he sat down to start his homework
he realized, he didn't even remember one word from today's lessons. The whole
time he was daydreaming or concentrating on something else. He let his head
fall down to the table, once again feeling a little sting of pain inside him.
He was still alive. Did he want to be? He wasn't sure yet.
Those two house seemed the be the longest Yuri had ever experienced. He sat
around at his desk, laid on his bed and just listened to the ticking noise of
the clock in his room. He still didn't completely unpack. Why? Because he was
still hoping to go back of course, but that hope was slowly vanishing as well.
At one point he fell asleep. The next time he opened his eyes to check the
clock it was 4 pm already. Yuri jumped out of his bed. He wanted to grab his
skates when he remembered, he left them there the other day. Quickly he ran out
again, making his way to the rink, this time not even saying a word about
leaving.
This time he didn't hesitate before entering. He walked in through the front
door, walked around the front desk and sat down on one of the benches. Viktor
was on the ice, skating his heart out, music playing in the background. Yuri
could not look away. The boy seemed too graceful to be real.
In the middle of his song, Viktor realized the young boy on the bench. He
stopped at once and came to him.
"There you are! I was waiting for you! I'll go get Yakov real quick, just wait
here!" And he hurried off again, leaving a speechless Yuri behind. It made him
think. Why the hell would Viktor Nikiforov want him, a kid, to skate at the
same rink as him? Why would he do him such a huge favor, without even knowing
him?
The gray haired boy entered again, this time with the old man together. He
seemed like he wasn't in a good mood again. Viktor sat down next to Yuri on the
bench while his coach would just stand in front of them.
"So, why did you want me to come here again?" The small boy asked a little too
confident maybe even a bit snarky.
"You shouldn't talk to me like that if you really want to train here." Yakov
growled, his right eyebrow twitching. "So, tell me, do you still want to skate
here?"
Yuri rolled his eyes. "Of course I do." He leaned back a little.
"Fine then. I'll make a schedule for you. For today you will simply practice
together with Viktor at first. As soon as Mila is here you will practice with
her since age wise you are closer together, understood?"
Yuri shrugged. "Alright, but-"
"You need new skates." The man interrupted.
It was Viktor who jumped up. "I still have all my old skates! They are
perfectly fine, I always took good care of them! I can give you one of my
pairs!"
Yuri couldn't say anything. The old man answered for him. “Fine, that means
from today on you, Yuri Plisetsky, you're one of my students.”
A small smile appeared in Yuris face. His dream wasn't crushed yet.
***** Potya *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 
The older Yuri got, the less he could control himself and his emotions. With
every month that passed his home situation got worse. He didn't feel numb
anymore. The only emotion inside of him was anger. Uncontrollable anger. It was
only on the ice when another emotion in him could break through sometimes. This
was the only place he could enjoy anmore.
 
At the age of 14 Yuri did not care about his family anymore. He spend his days
away at school and at the ice rink, came home late and only slept there.
 
When Yuri started to win competitions, people started to recognize him outside
and some girl from his class wanted to spend time with him. He always declined,
saying he had to practise. He had no interest in all of these fangirls.
 
During the Holliday's, one day on his way to the rink Yuri had a weird feeling,
like he was being watched. He pulled the leoprint hood over his head and walked
a little faster but the feeling wouldn't go away. He just knew someone was
behind him. He stopped abruptly and turned while yelling.
 
“What do you want?!” But no human was there. Instead a dirty cat looked up to
him. It didn't flinch, simply sat down and meowed once. Yuris heart skipped a
beat. He crouched down and held out his hand to the cat. Without any hesitation
it licked his finger and then rubbed its head against the hand. Yuri started
petting it.
 
“And who might you be?” He asked in a soft voice. “Are you a stray?”
 
The cat started to purr, circling Yuri, rubbing against his leg. He couldnt
help but smile. He always had adored cats and this one had no home. He didnt
even think about it for too long. Carefully he picked the cat up. He was about
to kep walking to the rink when he stopped one more time. He took out his
smartphone and went to instagram. Quickly he took a selfie of him with the cat
and typed something.
 
“Found a stray. Her name is puma tiger scorpion now. Potya for short.” Before
posting he looked at the picture once again and realized something. He
smiled.When was the last time he had been smiling? He couldn't remember. On his
arm his new little friend started to purr again. They were the perfect match.
Without thinking too much about it he posted the picture and kept on walking.
 
He didn't care at all about Yaov yelling at him for being late and bringing a
cat with him. He even apologized before putting on his skates.
 
The whole time he was on the ice, Potya was observing him. It seemed like she
didn't move at all for all these hours.
 
Just when Yuri wanted to leave, he was held back by Yakov once more.
 
“What?” The young boy asked, already picking up Potya.
 
“It's your last chance to sign up for the junior grand Prix Yuri. Don't you
wanna think about it again?" The man said, sitting down on the bench. He had
aged a lot in the past few years Yuri noticed.
 
“Can't I already stake with the seniors?” He huffed. “I won it last year
already, just like the worlds! Two times already!"
 
“No.” Yakov said with his strict voice. “You are only 14. That's still too
young. Who knows, maybe there will be a new challenger for you this time.” He
tried to encourage the young boy. He knew that he was bored. Everytime he could
he would take part in small competitions without the age limit of 15.
 
“Fine.” The blond sighed. “Sign me up then. I don't really care about it tho.”
He wanted to start walking again.
 
“You should care!” Yakov growled. “Even if it is the junior devision, it still
it a huge competition and it is good training for next year for you!”
 
Yuri didn't listen anymore and walked towards the door, rising one hand to say
goodbye. “I'll help pick out the music tomorrow then. Bye Yakov.” And then he
was out of the door, the cat still in his arm.
 
Just like Yakov, his mother yelled at him for bringing a stray cat home. When
Yuri didn't react she started to slap him over and over again. His face didn't
change once. He was gonna keep Potya nothernless. As soon as she was done he
walked to the bathroom, first looking at himself in the mirror. The smile from
before was gone and his cheeks were red and swollen. If he didn't have a cat in
his arms, he would have slapped her back.
 
“Sorry Potya.” He whispered as he started to run a bath. “You probably won't
like it but we need to clean you up a bit.” With a sigh he set potya into th
water slowly, expecting to be scratched. She didn't care. Instead she jumped
around and started to even swim when it was a little higher. Yuri observed her
in awe, slowly taking out his phone again, filming this for the world to see.
 
He let the cat have her fun for a while as he checked his notofications. There
were too many likes and comments on his former picture by now and as soon as
the video was up, likes for this appeared as well. Clearing his throat he
stuffed the phone in the back pocket of his skinny jeans and took some shampoo.
With one hand he held Potya still. With the other he started to wash her and
scrub off all the dirt.
 
An hour later he was done and held the, in his opinion, most beautiful cat in
his arm he had ever seen. It even seemed like she smiled at him thankfully. To
prevent another argument with his family he quickly brought her to his room and
closed the door before walking into the kitchen. He hadn't eaten in two days
again. On the counter he saw some grapes. Quickly he wanted to get some and go
to his room again but when he turned around he looked into the face of his
older brother.
 
“So you brought an animal home without any permission, huh?” He asked, smirking
at the small boy who just shrugged.
 
“So what? Wanna hit me for saving a poor animal? Go on.” He turned his head and
pointed at his cheek.
 
The tall, dark haired boy raised his fist. Of course he didnt hold back. He was
a boxer after all and his little brother literally invited him to this. He
would miss a chance to hurt the person he hated the most.
 
Yuri was hit so hard he fell to the ground, the little bowl in his hand dropped
and shattered, grapes flying around all over the place.
 
“That's it?” Yuri asked in his cocky voice, hollding his cheek. “How lam-” He
could not finish his sentence. His brother knelt over him, hitting him over and
over, seemingly not missing one spot on his body before wrapping his hads
around the small boys throat, pushing him down.
 
“You should be thankful I don't just kill you! You are destroying everything
for me and mom!”
 
Yuri struggled, his face turning red. He kicked and punched wanting to get
free, all the oxygen leaving his body.
 
“Can't you just finally kill yourself? Everyone would be happy! You're just a
burden!”
 
Yuri could not answer. He opened his mouth but no words were coming out. By the
next time the fist his his face, everything went black.
 
He knew he wasn't dead yet. The pain he felt was to huge to be gone from this
world. Slowly the boy opened his eyes. Moving his hands a bit, he felt the
cold, kitchen floor beneath him. His brother had left him there. For how long
had he been out of it? He had no idea.
 
The pain got worse when he tried to get up. He grabbed on to the counter and
with the last bit of strength he pulled himself to his feet. The broken plate
and the grapes were gone. With a sigh he opened a cubboard and took a can of
tuna out. At least Potya should have something to eat.
 
His cat had been waiting for him. She was laying on the bed, staring at the
door. When Yuri finally entered she jumped down and walked up to him, happy
about the few pets she was given. Yuri placed a small bowl down for her and
observed how she quickly ate all of the tuna.
 
“Tomorrow I will get you something better Potya...” He whispered and made his
way to his bed. He opened his laptop one more time for today and checked his
private bank account. There was more than enough money on it still. If he would
tell his family about all the money he made with skating, winning all those
competitions, all of it would be gone. Even when he started winning and earning
money, Yakov still didn't want a tuition fee from him. Several times he asked
when he should finally start paying it, but all the time he was waved off.
 
He placed the laptop beside him and started to undress. Every little movement
hurt. There was no way he could skate like this tomorrow. Before at last laying
down Yuri popped a pain killer into his mouth and swallowed without any water.
Potya jumped on to the bed to lay with him, coming very close. Again a little
smile appeared on his lips before he fell asleep.
 
The next day Yuri was woken up by his phone. Growling, he tried to switch off
the alarm when he realized, it was saturday and there was no alarm. He opened
one eye to see what was going on. It was a call from a familiar redhead.
Chapter End Notes
     Warning: The next chapter will be pretty rough. It will get really
     bad for some time now.
***** Pain *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter contains rape and violence.
     From this point on it gets worse than before.
     New tags have been added and I will add more throughout the story.
Yuri had ignored every call he had gotten on Saturday and Sunday. The only time
he went outside was to get food and a little collar with a bell for Potya.
After that, he didn't come out if his bed anymore.
 
As soon as Yuri was able to move again, he spent his time at the rink. After
begging Yakov to stay longer so he could practice his programs for the Grand
Prix, he was handed a key. Some days Yuri took Potya with him and stayed there
the whole night only to be completely exhausted the next day. He didn't care
about the all nighters as long as he didn't have to go home.
 
One day tho, when he almost collapsed on the ice after staying awake and
training for three days straight, Yakov couldn't bear it and sent him home. Of
course Yuri complained in his own way, cursing and yelling, but the old man
didn't care. He was used to it already.
 
His home situation got worse from day to day especially when the key was taken
from him again and he had to go back every night.
 
On August 31st the situation escalated. Yuri and his brother were sitting
around quietly, ignoring each other after the fight they had. The blond boy
actually had the urge to apologize for it but he didn't want to seem even
weaker.
 
The front door opened and both boys looked up. Their mother was coming in,
happily clinging to a tall, muscular mans arm. He had a smirk on his face. Yuri
looked away again, concentrating on his food which he wouldn't eat anyways.
 
“Boys.” Their mothers voice. “ This is Alexander. We've been dating for a while
now and today he asked me if I wanted to marry him.” Yuri almost choked. “And I
said yes.” He started to cough, only to earn an angry look from his brother.
This one turned away to them and smiled.
 
“Congrats mom! I'm happy for you!”
 
Right, Yuri though. It wasn't his brothers problem anymore. He would be moving
out as soon as he got his first paycheck. Politely the older boy introduced
himself. Yuri didn't.
 
“Hey.” It was the unfamiliar, deep male voice. “Didn't you teach your second
son good manners?”
 
Yuri looked over from the corner of his eye, seeing his mother wave it off.
 
“Ignore him. Yuri never listens. He is the problem child of the family.”
 
I'm not, Yuri thought again.I'm completely normal.
 
“Well, maybe I should teach him some manners then.” The voice was now louder
and got closer. He felt a strong hand grab his collar and pull him up, only his
tip toes touching the floor still. His face was indifferent.
 
“Get off me, asshole.” He said in his monotone voice. That was the first hit.
He made no sound. He was too used to it.
 
“Doesn't work, we tried so often.” His mother sighed in the background. The
second hit on Yuris face, this time harder.
 
“Don't worry baby.” Disgusting.
 
“I will get him straight again, I have my ways.” Only Yuri could see the
disgusting grin on his face and the licking of his lips. He frowned at the man,
repeating himself once more.
 
“I said, get off me.” And surprisingly the man did. He then grabbed Yuris hair,
yanking his head back into his neck. A knee hit him in the stomach which made
him groan.
 
“Babe.” The only female voice in the house again. “Do you want to stay here or
go home? I have the night shift today and need to leave soon.” A sad tone laid
in her voice. Yuri already knew how she could fall in love with him. He was
even more violent then her.
 
“I'll stay baby.” he replied, still pulling back Yuris hair. “Maybe I can teach
this boy a lesson. He could need it.”
 
The woman nodded before giving a kiss n the cheek. While she grabbed all of her
stuff for work, he pulled even harder, ripping out some of the boys precious
blond hair, ever so often hitting him in the stomach. Slowly Yuri began to feel
dizzy.
 
As soon as the door was closed behind the woman, Alexander dragged Yuri to the
bedroom of his mother.
 
“Why the fuck.. are you taking me here?” The boy asked, trying his best to get
free.
 
The man didn't answer. He pulled his hair very hard before letting go, leaving
him tumbling onto the bed. He groan upon landing, finally being free from the
tight grab.
 
“Just, fuck off.” He mouthed, not backing down at all.
 
“Your pretty mouth shouldn't say such naughty words. Hitting you doesn't seem
to work very well.” He started to loosen the tie from his suit. Yuri frowned.
Before he could react, the man was right behind him, the tie wrapped around the
young boys throat. He tried to pull it off, but even before he could get a good
grip on it, it tightened around the pale skin, leaving the blond unable to
breath.
 
Trying to pull it off, he left scratch marks on his own throat. His eyes
started to roll back a little as he passed out. There wasn't anything else the
man had waited for.
 
“Finally.” He mumbled before leaving the room. He walked over to the older boys
room, grabbing a package on the way there. It went as planned.
 
He knocked. It was opened at an instance, both males had a polite smile
engraved on their faces.
 
“Hey.” The man said. “I kinda forgot. Your mother told me that you just got a
real great job and I felt happy for you so I got you a little gift.” He handed
over the package.
 
The dark haired boy blinked, but unwrapped it happily. “Noise canceling
headphones! Awesome! Thanks man, you're amazing.”
 
Alexander had to hold back the grin. “No problem dude, go try them, I'll take
care of your brother and try to get him to listen, alright?” He patted the boys
shoulder.
 
“Sure. Good luck.” The door was closed again and judging by the silence inside,
the headphones were a success.
 
Quickly Alexander made his way back to the bedroom, after all, he didn't know
for how long Yuri would be out.
 
When he entered and saw the helpless, small body still in the same lifeless
position he couldn't help but smirk. A real treat. He walked over and looked at
him closely. He would get him to listen one way or the other. He always had
success.
 
Quickly he ripped off the clothes of the blond, admiring the fragile body,
covered with bruises. It was too pretty. He turned the body around, holding the
boys arms behind his back, keeping them bound together with his trusty tie
again like he had done so many times already.
 
It was time to undress himself. Compared to the small boy, his skin almost
seemed tanned. A perfect match. Just looking at the little one made him hard.
He wanted to go inside him now but he waited until the small one finally opened
up his eyes.
 
Yuri felt his arms behind his back. Pain shot through his shoulder when he
tried to pull them to the front. Only then he realized how cold he was. He
blinked a few more times. He was naked. How? When? Why?
 
“Hey little one.” The voice form behind him made him flinch. Warm hands touched
his cold skin, prepping him up to his knees, his head still pushed down to the
mattress. “Any last words of honor?” He grinned, only that Yuri couldn't see
it.
 
“Fuck o- Ahh!” He felt his hole spread as something was pushed into him. It
burned him. It felt like something ripped. The pain was accompanied by a cold,
wet feeling. Yuri couldn't speak. He whimpered in pain.
 
“You feel really good, Yuri.” It was the first time Alexander used his name. He
moved his hip back only to quickly slam it to the front again, leaving Yuri
groan in pain.
 
“Enjoying it, huh?” He clawed his nails into the small ones hips, scratching
them deeply. The whimper got louder.
 
“Be a good boy and moan for me, Yuri.” He kept moving. No reactions, only the
noises of pain and occasional screaming from the boy.
 
“I said moan!” He suddenly yelled, slamming his fist onto Yuris spine. If he
wasn't being held up, Yuri would have collapsed to the bed right there and now.
 
But Yuri couldn't bring himself to moan, it hurt to bad. He received more hits
while Alexander still kept moving. Suddenly, there it was. A single moan. Yuri
couldn't control it. He felt disgusting, the urge to throw up inside of him.
Tears streamed down his face.
 
Of course Alexander heard it and started to move faster, slamming his hips even
harder.
 
Yuri squealed, occasional moans came out of his mouth, getting louder the
longer it kept going on.
 
“You are too hot Yuri Plisetsky. We will have a lot of fun.” The grown man
licked along Yuris visible spine, then moved his hips roughly. Something warm
and sticky filled up Yuri's insides. Yuri closed his eyes as tight as he could,
almost screaming again.
 
The dick was pulled from him. A little relived, Yuri started to pant.
 
“Great, wasn't it?” Alexander grinned, letting go of the buy, tuning him so he
could lay on his back. The bonds dick was dripping with precome. He hadn't even
realized this before.. Alexander didn't care. He got his cigarettes and lit
one.
 
“P-please.” Yuri started quietly. “Untie me, please.” The only thing the gown
man did, was spit the boy right in the face.
 
“Shut the fuck up or I will be even rougher."
 
Yuri bit his lip, forcing himself to be quiet. It didn't take the man long to
finish his cigarette, maybe five minutes, but even during those Yuris erection
didn't go away. With a grin the man looked at it. He still had the cigarette in
his hand. Slowly he leaned over the boy. He looked straight into his eyes when
he pressed it out in Yuris chest, leaving a small mark on him. A scream escaped
Yuris mouth.
 
“Branded.” The man said. “You're all mine now.”
 
When Yuri started crying, another first his his face. He started to see stars
dancing in front of his eyes.
 
“I'm so nice to you and you still don't seem to listen” The man sighed. He got
up from the bed and walked over to his clothes, getting out a pocket knife and
flicking it open.
 
“We don't wanna make a mess on the bed with your blood, do we?” That were the
next words. Yuri ripped open his eyes more. The man pulled him to the ground,
his hurting spine hitting the hard floor just like his head. Another groan of
pain escaping his mouth.
 
“I will not stop this before you stop screaming.” And then, with an evil grin,
he started to cut alongside the boy tight deeply. The skin sprung open, leaving
a deep, bleeding gap.
 
Of course Yuri couldn't hold back the screams.
 
“Bad boy.” Whispered the man, setting the knife to his tight another time, this
time pressing it down even more, dragging it across the leg very slowly. The
blood was streaming down.
 
Somehow, It felt relieving to Yuri. He didn't think about anything but the pain
anymore. The other happenings vanished from his mind.
 
Of course, he though.
 
There are people who cut themselves to release some tension. Maybe that was for
him.
 
His breathing got slower. After the first few cuts he felt nothing but relaxed
anymore. The pain felt good for once.
 
Alexander stopped as soon as the scream turned silent.
 
“Finally. I hope you learned you lesson Yuri.” He said his name in a saccharine
voice that made Yuri cringe. “Go to your room. One word to anyone and you're
dead, understood?” He untied the boys hands and pulled him to his feet by his
hair. The blood was still running down his leg.
 
“Yes...” The blond whispered. His voice seemed gone.
 
“Yes, what?” The adult grabbed the boys chin, ready to hit him again.
 
“Yes, Sir.” Yuri avoided to look at him but he could see how the man lowered
his raised fist. He let go of him and threw his clothes into his arms.
 
Yuri didn't say anything anymore and left the room Everything hurt. With his
leg he could barely walk. Even on the short way to his room he ran into several
things. He hit a table, knocked over a lamp and his shoulder smashed into a
wall.
 
He fell on to his bed. Immediately his cat snuggled up to his face, like she
knew something was wrong. Potya was still the only one giving affection to him.
At home he got hit, now even raped, at the rink he was yelled at. There was no
safe place anymore.
 
Yuri sighed. He needed to patch up the wounds. The blood loss was making him
dizzy. He grabbed his boxers and put them on, very slowly. Every little
movement hurt.
 
He stumbled into the bathroom and grabbed some bandages which he firmly wrapped
around his thin leg. He frowned. Had he lost even more weight? Starving himself
seemed to work. He had to step on the scale in the morning to check. For now,
he just wanted to sleep and so he did.
 
 
End Notes
     Hello everyone \(°v°).
     It has been quite some time since I wrote a fanfiction but I really
     felt like it.
     I really hope that you will like that project but be warned, little
     Yuri might have to go through a lot.
     Also, english is not my first language so I'm sorry for some mistakes
     and the lack of vocabulary hehe.
     See you again soon!
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