Kitty and Yuri, backdated to Nov 8
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ax_mainKitty looks like shit, and Yuri tells her so. In a friendly way. Kitty spills.
Yuri got to dance class early. He pretended it was because he wanted to work on some things before Stevie arrived and started in on him, but in fact... he was looking for Kitty. Things had been... weird around the mansion for the last few weeks, and she seemed to be at the heart of everything. Not to mention she'd looked like shit--and he still wasn't sure about those injuries from a few weeks ago. She'd been elusive, which didn't seem like her.
Yuri was curious.
Kitty looked up from her laptop where she'd been propped in a couple of chairs (butt in one, bum leg in the other) when she saw movement approaching out of the corner of her eye. Yuri. Normally, seeing him would prompt an uncontrollable smile on her lips at his perpetual scowl, but today, she just nodded in his direction. She was healing slowly (physically and mentally), but still wasn't exactly up for being her cheery self.
"You still look like hell," Yuri informed her planting one hand on his hip and cocking his head. "What happened to you, anyway? And I don't mean these brotherhood idiots and their bullshit. I mean the injuries."
She sighed, refusing to hide her face, even if she looked like hell. Yuri had a way of driving that message home. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," she huffed softly.
"A few weeks ago, a purple girl teleported me to Moscow. We ate pirozhkis with my grandpa and then I chose a good winter coat for her. We were back in time to do homework." Yuri cocked an eyebrow. "There's not a lot I don't believe, these days."
Kitty gave him a sideways glance. "Would you believe that I got stuck in an alternate dimension full of bloodthirsty demons for a few days?"
"What's with this school and all the fucking demons?" Yuri made a face. And then he realized who Kitty's roommate was. "Actually, you live with Illyana. So yes. I would believe it. What the hell is my life."
Kitty blinked. "You know Yana?"
"She's Russian." Yuri scoffed as if it were absurd that he wouldn't know the only other Russian student in the school. "And a self-proclaimed demon-sorceress named 'Rasputin'. Trust me, if you're Russian, it's funny." In a deeply ironic and don't-dare-post-it-to-your-instagram kind of way.
She gave him a side-eye. "Uh huh. So yeah. I was helping her with something and she fell unconscious and Billy and I were stuck in this other place for awhile."
Yuri's eyebrows went up in surprise. "In Illyana's place? She said it was like hell."
Kitty scrunched her nose. Welp. At least he was in the loop. “Not wholly inaccurate.”
Yuri pulled up a nearby chair and turned it around, so he could straddle it and lean his arms on the back, then plant his chin on his forearms. "So you spent time in hell and got torn to shit? Seriously?" Really though, what the hell was his life?
"Do we really have to call it hell?" Kitty sighed. "And I didn't get torn to, you know - I...I can, I can sort of handle myself." Except, not really, Kitty thought miserably.
"Of course you can," Yuri said, chin in the air. "I'd bet on you in a fight. You must've been outnumbered."
"We were," Kitty agreed grumpily. "Totally outnumbered."
"So Illyana isn't a very good sorceress," Yuri surmised with a cocked eyebrow.
"What?" Kitty blinked. "No, she's a very good sorceress. She just tried to do a very powerful spell, and it took so much energy from her. It left her unconscious, and Billy and I didn't know how to wake her up."
Yuri's head was going to explode. He looked confused, nose wrinkled, and vaguely unimpressed. "So you're not mad at her." It wasn't even a question, really. If someone took Yuri to hell and didn't even know how to use their own so-called magic and left him stranded and getting torn up for a few days--he'd be pissed.
"No. Of course not. She didn't know that was going to happen. And I was there to help her. I knew I was going someplace dangerous," she told him.
A few months ago Yuri would’ve called her an idiot. But now he thought of Otabek—who he would follow anywhere. Not that they were the same, but it still gave him a weird sensation of... empathy?
Ugh. Gross.
He nodded and tried to sound flippant. “It’s your broken bones. I hope whatever you were helping with was worth it.”
"It was," she agreed quietly. "I know it sounds stupid, but Yana needed me. Still does, and I can't just refuse to help because it's dangerous. I just wish I knew how to fight."
"Seems like this is the place to learn," Yuri said darkly. He was forever unimpressed with Xavier and whatever the weird old man was doing. "And it is stupid. But she's your friend." He shrugged one shoulder and looked away.
“I’d do it for you,” she said quietly.
Surprise registered on Yuri's face. He flushed, and for a few seconds, he couldn't think of anything to say. He felt... warm. Nice.
He shook it off and finally managed, "Anyhow, you wouldn't have to. I like to do things myself." But he met her eyes and there was gratefulness in his expression.
She smiled and gave him a nod. “I get that. But I’ll come watch your next season anyway. That’s what teleporters are for, right?”
Yuri smiled a little wickedly now. "Skate Canada is in two weeks. I'm going to crush LeRoy."
Kitty’s grin brightened. “I’m so there.”
"I'll get you tickets," Yuri promised. Then smiled and stood to stretch. "Try not to break anything else in the meantime. And get some sleep." Those bags under her eyes weren't doing her any favors.
Kitty stuck her tongue out at him. "Yes sir."
Yuri got to dance class early. He pretended it was because he wanted to work on some things before Stevie arrived and started in on him, but in fact... he was looking for Kitty. Things had been... weird around the mansion for the last few weeks, and she seemed to be at the heart of everything. Not to mention she'd looked like shit--and he still wasn't sure about those injuries from a few weeks ago. She'd been elusive, which didn't seem like her.
Yuri was curious.
Kitty looked up from her laptop where she'd been propped in a couple of chairs (butt in one, bum leg in the other) when she saw movement approaching out of the corner of her eye. Yuri. Normally, seeing him would prompt an uncontrollable smile on her lips at his perpetual scowl, but today, she just nodded in his direction. She was healing slowly (physically and mentally), but still wasn't exactly up for being her cheery self.
"You still look like hell," Yuri informed her planting one hand on his hip and cocking his head. "What happened to you, anyway? And I don't mean these brotherhood idiots and their bullshit. I mean the injuries."
She sighed, refusing to hide her face, even if she looked like hell. Yuri had a way of driving that message home. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you," she huffed softly.
"A few weeks ago, a purple girl teleported me to Moscow. We ate pirozhkis with my grandpa and then I chose a good winter coat for her. We were back in time to do homework." Yuri cocked an eyebrow. "There's not a lot I don't believe, these days."
Kitty gave him a sideways glance. "Would you believe that I got stuck in an alternate dimension full of bloodthirsty demons for a few days?"
"What's with this school and all the fucking demons?" Yuri made a face. And then he realized who Kitty's roommate was. "Actually, you live with Illyana. So yes. I would believe it. What the hell is my life."
Kitty blinked. "You know Yana?"
"She's Russian." Yuri scoffed as if it were absurd that he wouldn't know the only other Russian student in the school. "And a self-proclaimed demon-sorceress named 'Rasputin'. Trust me, if you're Russian, it's funny." In a deeply ironic and don't-dare-post-it-to-your-instagram kind of way.
She gave him a side-eye. "Uh huh. So yeah. I was helping her with something and she fell unconscious and Billy and I were stuck in this other place for awhile."
Yuri's eyebrows went up in surprise. "In Illyana's place? She said it was like hell."
Kitty scrunched her nose. Welp. At least he was in the loop. “Not wholly inaccurate.”
Yuri pulled up a nearby chair and turned it around, so he could straddle it and lean his arms on the back, then plant his chin on his forearms. "So you spent time in hell and got torn to shit? Seriously?" Really though, what the hell was his life?
"Do we really have to call it hell?" Kitty sighed. "And I didn't get torn to, you know - I...I can, I can sort of handle myself." Except, not really, Kitty thought miserably.
"Of course you can," Yuri said, chin in the air. "I'd bet on you in a fight. You must've been outnumbered."
"We were," Kitty agreed grumpily. "Totally outnumbered."
"So Illyana isn't a very good sorceress," Yuri surmised with a cocked eyebrow.
"What?" Kitty blinked. "No, she's a very good sorceress. She just tried to do a very powerful spell, and it took so much energy from her. It left her unconscious, and Billy and I didn't know how to wake her up."
Yuri's head was going to explode. He looked confused, nose wrinkled, and vaguely unimpressed. "So you're not mad at her." It wasn't even a question, really. If someone took Yuri to hell and didn't even know how to use their own so-called magic and left him stranded and getting torn up for a few days--he'd be pissed.
"No. Of course not. She didn't know that was going to happen. And I was there to help her. I knew I was going someplace dangerous," she told him.
A few months ago Yuri would’ve called her an idiot. But now he thought of Otabek—who he would follow anywhere. Not that they were the same, but it still gave him a weird sensation of... empathy?
Ugh. Gross.
He nodded and tried to sound flippant. “It’s your broken bones. I hope whatever you were helping with was worth it.”
"It was," she agreed quietly. "I know it sounds stupid, but Yana needed me. Still does, and I can't just refuse to help because it's dangerous. I just wish I knew how to fight."
"Seems like this is the place to learn," Yuri said darkly. He was forever unimpressed with Xavier and whatever the weird old man was doing. "And it is stupid. But she's your friend." He shrugged one shoulder and looked away.
“I’d do it for you,” she said quietly.
Surprise registered on Yuri's face. He flushed, and for a few seconds, he couldn't think of anything to say. He felt... warm. Nice.
He shook it off and finally managed, "Anyhow, you wouldn't have to. I like to do things myself." But he met her eyes and there was gratefulness in his expression.
She smiled and gave him a nod. “I get that. But I’ll come watch your next season anyway. That’s what teleporters are for, right?”
Yuri smiled a little wickedly now. "Skate Canada is in two weeks. I'm going to crush LeRoy."
Kitty’s grin brightened. “I’m so there.”
"I'll get you tickets," Yuri promised. Then smiled and stood to stretch. "Try not to break anything else in the meantime. And get some sleep." Those bags under her eyes weren't doing her any favors.
Kitty stuck her tongue out at him. "Yes sir."
