Hello! I'm new to ff net and this is my first story on here! I originally posted this on wattpad and now I've decided to post it here too. This story contains spanking so if that's not your cup of tea, please don't read. In this story, I've changed Yuri's age to 12 instead of 15 and this is set after season 1 so Yuri, Yuuri and Victor are all training together in St Petersburg.

To avoid confusion,

Yuri = Yuri Plisetsky

Yuuri = Katsuki Yuuri

Yuri Plisetsky stood frozen and stared with mounting horror at the scene before him. Tendrils of fear creeped all over him in a bruising grip, nearly suffocating the small blonde boy. He was dead. This was something he knew with absolute certainly. He was fucking dead.

The shrill sounds of the gross couple next door having another of their famous fights was what woke Yuri Plisetsky from his deep slumber. His mind still hazy, he stumbled off his leopard print bed and onto the cold tiled floor, making a mental note to make a complain about that shitty couple. Again. Squinting at his bedside table, he fumbled around for his phone with his right hand as his left hand clutched at his head which was housing a raging headache. That was probably the first sign that today was going to be a trainwreck of a day for the russian boy. The headache was making him rather irritable and when he finally located his apple phone, he clutched it with more force than necessary.

He turned it on while hobbling to the bathroom, ignoring the notification bar informing him of a couple unopened stray messages, his cat like green eyes zeroing in on the time. He didn't really comprehend it at first, but when his mind finally caught up to him, he carelessly dropped his phone onto the floor, barely noticing the tiger print case popping off from the force as he hurled himself into the bathroom.

He was late. Oh he was so late. Yakov, that senile old dumbass would probably yell at him but he could care less about that honestly. What he did care about was the fact that he had just wasted precious time sleeping when he could be practicing and perfecting his routine.

Practically speeding through the mundane chore of cleaning himself up, he then threw on a plain black tee and dark blue trousers he found strewn on his messy bedroom floor. Picking up his phone, he grabbed his practice bag, also tiger print, and made a beeline for the beige colored peeling main door.

Forcing his feet into his sneakers, he was just about to kick the door open when his emerald eyes caught sight of an innocent stack of unopened letters sitting upright on his coffee table. Vaguely, memories of getting home late after visiting his grandpa and sleepily getting his month old mail from the mailbox, dropping them carelessly on the table with quick promises to open them the next day before slumping onto the worn couch and falling asleep last night entered his mind.

Scrunching his face up in deliberation, the little kitten sighed before dropping his bag onto the white colored tiles before stomping over. He'd just check them real quick and then head to practice.

And here is where his day got worse. At first there wasn't anything worthy of his notice, just some fanmail that he would read later on, but soon he stumbled across a rather urgent looking letter. Carefully opening it, he pulled out the cleanly folded crisp white paper and unfolded it, his eyes scanning through it quickly. And with each word, his green eyes flared and narrowed in annoyance.

Apparently he had been late on the payment for the rent of his grandfather's apartment and they were threatening to evict him.

With a terrifying snarl, he shredded the paper to fine dust in a fit of anger. Looking down at what was left of the paper, he sighed and ran a calloused hand over his forehead. Yuri had been handling the finances of his family for as long as he could remember. It had always just been him and his grandpa and his grandpa always tried so hard for him. He would work late into the night just so his grandson could eat, leaving nothing for himself. They had always been poor but when Yuri's talent was spotted, he was finally able to turn the tables and take care of his grandpa. As long as he won, he could provide and so he plunged himself into training and the figure skating world.

It also meant he couldn't spend much time with his grandpa but as long as his grandpa was living comfortably, Yuri found that he could live with himself. Recently though, he had been having some troubles. He had always been able to get by and with his recent win, he should have been all set but he was only 12 and not very good with managing money. He had spent a bulk of it on spoiling his grandpa. He thought he'd still have loads left over and he had not foreseen this. He knew for a fact that he definitely did not have enough for this month's rent.

His grandfather lived in a lavish apartment, along with a maid to take care of him, all paid for by Yuri because his grandpa deserved the absolute best but it was expensive.

He knew there were other options, cheaper options but he just couldn't bear the thought of leaving his precious grandfather in a home. Huffing, he tugged up the hood of his black hoodie and walked out of the door, this time slowly and with less hurry. He'd just have to worry about it later, now he had to practice.

As expected, Yakov had a lot of not very nice things to say when Yuri sauntered in a whole 3 hours late but Yuri simply yelled back at him before stomping off to the changing room.

He quickly finished his warm ups and then hurled his tiny body into practicing jumps. He was particularly grumpy today due to all the problems weighing on his tiny shoulders and he did not want to speak to anyone, especially not to stupid Victor and his pig of a fiance.

And speak of the devil, Yuuri just spotted him and immediately skated over, leaving Victor, who had been leaning in for a kiss, looking like a fucking idiot. Yuri would have laughed if he wasn't so mad.

"Hey, Yurio! How was your visit with your grandpa?" Katsudon asked with a huge pure and innocent smile on his face that Yuri hated with every fibre of his being.

He glared.

He had been trying so hard to forget about the money situation and with just a few words, Katsudon managed to trigger the weight that Yuri had tried to stuff to the deep recesses of his mind.

"Stop calling me Yurio you stupid pig! My name is Yuri. Y-U-"

"Yuuuuriii~"

Yuri wasn't able to finish because at that moment, the bane of his very existence, Victor Nikiforov, skated over, a huge pout on his lips. He immediately latched onto katsudon and continued whining like a fucking child about the kiss he was denied. Katsudon sighed, a fond exasperated smile playing on his lips. Yuri gagged.

"Ew, you two are disgusting! Go be stupid somewhere else!"

Victor turned to look at him as if he just noticed him although Yuri knew he fucking saw him come in earlier. Asshole.

"Aww Yuri! Are you jealous?" he teased, a shark like smile on his face.

"What the fuck? You're such a piece of shit, Victor! Go and make gooey eyes at your katsudon somewhere else! Away. From. Me!" he screamed.

Victor simply smiled indulgingly and ruffled his hair. Both Victor and Yuuri were so used to his bad temper and insults that they don't even react to it.

A flash of red caught Yuri's attention and he flicked his eyes to the left and as he thought, there stood Mila, an annoying smirk on her stupid face.

"Awww is the baby angry again? What did you do, Victor?" she gigled infuriatingly.

Victor simply smirked as Yuri fumed.

"You guys, don't make fun of him!" Yuuri scolded lightly, turning to smile at Yuri.

"Don't mind them! They're idiots," he said turning to glare pointedly at Victor who whined like the fucking dog he was, "so as I was asking, how was your visit to Nikolai yesterday?"

Usually, Yuri would jump at any opportunity to gloat about his grandfather but the letter weighed heavily on his mind and the teasing had already irritated him immensely.

"It's none of your fucking business! Go away you fatty!"

It was his usual insult. The one he always yelled at Katsudon. He wished he could think of something more creative that would actually hurt him because everytime he insulted Victor or Yuuri, they just laughed and talked about how adorable he was.

As he expected, Yuuri didn't even flinch at the insult. His warm smile faded though as his brows creased in concern.

"Are you okay, Yurio?"

He definitely thought it was weird that Yuri didn't want to talk about his grandfather. Damn it! He should have just spouted some crap so they'd stop sniffing around his business. Planting a harsh glare onto his face, he snarled.

"I'm fine, idiot!"

Yuuri didn't look convinced.

"Are you sure? Do you have a fever? Maybe you should take the day off."

Halfway through his worried tirade, he moved forward and held his hand out, presumably to touch his forehead and to check for fever and Yuri didn't know why but he snapped. He was tired and he still had the headache from this morning and Mila and Victor just made him so mad and his grandfather. Oh god what was he going to do about his grandfather? He was so stressed and upset and angry and he found the perfect person to direct it all at.

"SHUT. UP! DON'T TOUCH ME!" he yelled and without thinking, he lifted his left foot and slammed it against Yuuri's leg in a kick.

Everything happened in slow motion then. Yuuri let out a strangled gasp and his eyes widened fractionally as he fell backwards. Victor and Mila stood still looking shocked and Yuri. Oh Yuri was devastated. It was a thing he did all the time. It was just a normal Yuri thing. He kicked people all the time when he was angry. But he was just so angry that he had completely forgotten that he had his skates on.

Blood dripped periodically out of katsudon's leg and Yuri didn't want to look down, didn't dare really, but he was absolutely certain that the left blade of his left skate was stained with blood. He was fucked. Well and truly fucked. He wanted to run, he really did but he was frozen. Victor was going to murder him. There was an unspoken rule that everyone in the rink was aware of. Never hurt Yuuri Katsuki. Victor was an idiot but a protective as fuck idiot who could be terrifying if angered.

Yuri had crossed a line. No, he hadn't just crossed a line. He had triple axeled across the line and then quad flipped Victor Nikiforov in the fucking face. Fuck.

Aaand that's the first chapter! I've already written the second chapter so I'll be posting it in a bit. :) Thank you for reading!