Title: Family Dilemma

Warning: Alternate Universe, family AU, Slow Build, Mention of past divorce, Single Parent Victor Nikiforov, Victor Nikiforov is not a skater in this, Victor is a Cook, Katsuki Yuuri is the 5 times gold medal winner, Yuuri and Phichit is the best bro ever, Yurio is Victor's son, Lot of PhichitSelfie

Rated: K+

Pairing: Victuuri, Victor X Yuuri

Summary: Yuri was only ten years old, but he already knew that sometimes the most perfect family was not perfect at all. And what's not perfect can be perfect for him and his little family. A story about young Yuri Plisetsky watched his father, who had been single again since 3 years ago, fell in love with a person who changed both his and his father's life.

Notes: Yurio is not fluent in English.. Thus why the grammar error in his talk

Italic is for conversation in English..

This fiction is saved and beta'd by PureRedCrane

Chapter 1

Stranger

Yuri Plisetsky, a young boy in the tenth year of his long life, was aware that there was no such thing as perfection. Just few years ago, when he was only seven years old, his parents decided that it would be best for them to get a divorce. Since then, his single father had been trying his best to take care of him and as well as the restaurant.

He had learned the hard way how to take care of himself. While other children were supposed to be so affectionate and spoiled by his parents, Yuri had no such luxury, but he didn't mind. Back then, he thought that having no mother to take care of him would be bad, but when he compared himself to his fellow schoolmates, he somehow felt superior to them.

When his friend got scolded by their mother, he was partially glad that no one would nag him about doing whatever he wanted. He could do anything and no one at home would stop him.

His father was busy with restaurant most of the time, his grandfather was very patient when he visited the house and encouraged him to do what he wanted. Meanwhile, the house keeper his father hired to keep the house livable was too insensible to even scold him. So long as she got paid for cleaning the house and provided anything Yuri needed, which wasn't much since the young blond had learned to be independent and didn't want anyone to look down on him for not able doing something, the woman didn't care.

Besides, Yuri was a smart kid. He knew what he wanted. He knew what he should do without putting himself or his family in trouble.

And that was the reason why he was standing alone in front of the supermarket several blocks away from his home. His small hands were tucked into his black thick coat as his emerald eyes skimmed over people walking passed him without giving him a single glance. Small feet clad in black boots tapped the freezing concrete impatiently.

A frown had formed in his face since minutes ago and it didn't show any sign of leaving until a warm black knitted glove made contact with his coat. The blond haired boy looked up with expectation, only to scowl when he was met with unfamiliar face. The stranger frowned with a hint of worry.

"Why are you alone?" Yuri heard the man ask in a different language. He recognized it as English, the language which he learned from his mother before the divorce.

It had been a while since the last time he talked in English. He was in Russia and most people spoke in Russian, not English obviously, thus why he was sure whether his not-that-proper English was latched by thick Russian accent. "I waiting my grandfather."

Taking in his answer, the man asked again, a look of relief seemed to lift the frown from his face. "Where is your grandfather?"

"He leave his money at home. So he go back home to get it." The foreign language rolled uncomfortably from his mouth, making the boy fidgeting under the still worried stare of the stranger.

As if noticing it, the stranger patted his head gently and beamed a smile at Yuri. "I see. Do you mind…Ah...I will wait for your grandfather with you."

Yuri watched as the man moved to stand beside him. Silently, he looked at the stranger, assessing the man's appearance. The relatively young man didn't look like people in Russia. His face looked different compared to the people walking passed them. The man wore black from head to toe. He had short black hair and dark rimmed glasses covering his equally dark eyes. His long coat was also in black and so were his pants and shoes. 'He look like the bad guy in movie.' Yuri mused to himself before looking down at his own appearance. All black. Same.

"What does your grandfather look like?"

The voice halted Yuri's wandering thoughts and made him looked at the man, confused. 'What did he say? I didn't listen to him.'

The man blinked at him, expecting an answer before repeating his question when the boy didn't respond. "What's your grandfather look like?"

This time, the boy's eyes lit with understanding. He brought his hand to his mouth as if thinking. "Grandfather have...umm what is beard in English?" he asked himself as his small hands hovered over his mouth and cheek.

The man smiled a little as the boy beside him struggled to bring the words out. Crouching and bending down a bit until their eyes were on the same level, he helped a little as he knew what the boy meant. "Facial hair? Moustache? Beard?"

At the mention of hair, the blond nodded with a bright smile as if he could answer the hardest question ever. "Yes. That. Yes. Hair!" the boy exclaimed aloud as he continued the description of his grandfather. "The hair…They are gray. Grandfather wear hat and he is big...Tall..." Yuri raised his hands up high to show how tall his grandfather was, but of course his hand couldn't even reach the actual height. So, he looked around to point at someone whose height was almost the same as his grandfather's. Then his eyes brightened even more when he saw a familiar hat peeking from behind the crowds.

"Dedushka!" he shouted and ran towards the familiar approaching figure of his grandfather with wide smile, completely forgetting about the stranger.

"Dedushka. It took you long." the boy complained as his hand reached out to grab the bigger hand.

His grandfather only laughed at the pout on Yuri's face. "Sorry, Yuratchka. I forgot where I placed the wallet, that's why it took so long for me to be back here."

Accepting the reason, the young boy urged the elder to start their shopping for pirozhki before he remembered the stranger in black.

"Yuuri!"

Turning around when he heard the call, wondering who was calling him, Yuri saw a dark skinned man walking in their direction while waving his hand high.

Frowning at the unfamiliar man, Yuri and his grandfather watched the man slowing his pace and stopped in front of the stranger from earlier. "Yuuri! Where have you been? We were looking for you. Everyone almost got a heart attack when you suddenly disappeared."

Blinking in confusion, Yuri approached the two men while dragging his grandfather with him once he remembered what he was going to do. "Dedushka! Meet him!"

Both men looked at them when Yuri walked towards them, and the stranger with glasses looked at him softly. "Is that your Grandfather?"

Stopping before him, Yuri nodded. "Yes. This is my dedushka -grandfather-."

"Yuratchka? Who is this man?" his grandfather asked in confusion, partially wondering why his grandson seemed attached to the stranger when he usually barely cared about people around him besides his family.

"Dedushka, he stayed with me when I was waiting for you. He..." Yuri trailed off when he realized he didn't know the man's name at all. Turning to the kind stranger, he asked. "What's your name?"

Chuckling at the sheepish attitude of the boy, the man thought that the boy might actually be embarrassed for not asking this sooner. "My name is Yuuri. Katsuki Yuuri."

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to be continued