Yuri on ice: Yaoi cafe

Strike!

"Yes, we did!" Yuri smiled.

"He accepted." Viktor added.

"You mean..." Phichit whispered.

"We can buy it?" Yuuko cried out clapping her hands over her mouth.

Viktor nodded. Yuri beamed as he spoke up. "Yes. He wants to meet us all tonight." He stated.

Yuuko flung herself across the table. She spilled drinks, got stabbed in the chest by something, but she managed to wrap her arms around the two beaming men across from her. Phichit cried out as his drink spilled into his lap. He leapt up yelling at Yuuko to be careful. The damage was already done as Yuri hugged his friend.

Yuuko jumped up dancing around. "You're shirt is white!" Phichit yelled at her.

"What? Who cares we are..." She yelled.

"Seeing your bra!" Yuri yanked off his hoodie to toss at his friend.

She gasped covering herself with the material. Quickly she shimmied into the over sized hoodie. She thanked Yuri as she sat back down. Several waiters rushed over to clean up the mess. Yuuko apologized to them all. New drinks were brought out to them.

"We, we are really doing this then?" Yuuko asked in a voice hardly louder than a whisper.

"I don't see why not." Yuri smiled. "As long as we all agree."

"Let's do it!" Phichit cried.

"If you didn't have the total asking price without Viktor's help, how are you going to pay the operating costs?" a voice spoke up from around the corner.

"The electric bill, the heating, not to mention a trained Zamboni driver to clean the ice for you." A grumpy looking man turned to face them.

"Yakov!" Viktor cried in shock.

"Hello, Viktor." He purred out the name.

"None of you have any idea of what you are getting into." The man pointed out.

"What do you plan to do with this rink?" he asked.

"We want to put together an ice show." Phichit insisted.

"That would be even more money. Where will you find the funds to pay the entertainers? Costumes? Dance instructors?" Yakov went off as they looked up at him in total disbelief.

"I will use all of my savings." Viktor offered.

Yakov scuffed. "I thought you wanted your freedom?" he arched an eyebrow.

"You're nearly there, unless you enter into this ridiculous plan." He huffed when Viktor said nothing.

"I will find a different way to repay you." Viktor growled.

Yakov chuckled. "I never wanted your money, Viktor. I want you." He turned to walk away.

"This is a fools plight you have gotten yourself into. You will be mine forever." He added as he strolled away.

"What, what did he mean by that?" Yuuko asked.

Viktor sat watching the short male walking away. His face was blank as the others watched on. As Yakov disappeared around a corner in the distance, Viktor shook himself. He turned to face the others, a smile on his face as a light danced in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it." He waved a hand.

"You're working at the café to buy your freedom from him?" Yuuko looked like she may be sick.

"I was an orphan, on the verge of turning eighteen. I would be out on the streets with little money and no job prospects. That was how Yakov found me." Viktor said.

"He offered you a job? For what? The price of you're soul?" Phichit asked.

"At the time it sounded good. I would be given a place to live, food, a job. All I had to do was whatever Yakov wanted me too." Viktor shrugged.

"We can't take your escape money." Yuuko whispered as she sank deep into her chair.

"Not when we will need you to be our star performer." Phichit added.

"Without my money, you can't even buy the rink." Viktor pointed out.

"Well, that's not entirely true." A new voice spoke up.

The group of four looked up. Standing before them were two people who looked more like thugs than anything else. The tall dark haired man had a half shaved head. His flop of black hair covered the undercut. His smirk was dangerous under his sunglasses. The leather jacket he wore, creaked as he shifted his booted feet.

Beside him stood a wiry teen. The blond hair blew wildly in the gentle breeze. He wore a denim jacket with a large tiger patch on the back. His face was twisted into a scowl as he wrinkled his nose. His eyes scanned over the group before him.

"Viktor, what are you doing with these filthy piggys?" the blond demanded.

"I'm going to purchase a business opportunity with them." Viktor smirked.

"Not alone you're not." The dark haired male snorted.

"Yes, why waste your money, when I can waste his?" the blond pointed out.

"What are you getting at little Yuri?" Viktor leaned back.

"I have the trust fund he gave me, plus access to the account from which he pays my school." Blond Yuri stated.

"Please have a seat and introduce yourselves." The pale boy beside Viktor offered.

"I'm Otabek Altin." The dark haired male introduced himself.

Otabek took a seat as he pulled one out for the blond. "This is my partner, Yuri Plisetsky."

"Partner? Don't you mean boyfriend?" Yuuko smirked.

"Well, yes, but we are undercover." Otabek smiled back at her.

"He is twelve!" Yuuko cried.

"I'm fifteen!" Yuri yelled at her.

"Relax. Its OK. We work for an organization that is trying to stop the human trafficking and other human enterprises in this country. So, let's talk." Otabek grinned at each of them in turn. They all looked startled by his confession.