The young blonde seated by a window woke up to a bit of turbulence signaling the descent of the plane into Moscow. The bing of the ‘fasten seat belt’ sign went off as he wiped his eyes tiredly. He had slept the whole bit of the short trip from St. Petersburg, his home, to Moscow, his apparent new home. Yasha Plisetsky was in a very new and scary place in his life, his mother losing the battle of keeping him in custody, so he would be moving in with his grandfather and his twin brother, Yuri. A brother he only knew through letters and what the internet provided.
It all started when he was very young, probably around four or five years old. He faintly remembers going ice skating on the lake near their countryside home with his twin, while their parents watched happily. His brother Yuri had a natural talent for skating and it was apparent their mother was very intrigued to push this talent. Yasha on the other hand was always falling ill and was more often in bed with a cold than doing something productive. He grew more frail and ill as time went on and was sadly told by a doctor that he had severe asthma problems and being an athlete of any sort was out of the question.
Not that this made sense a whole lot to a five year old. Yasha was still always happy to play with his twin, even if it was under the blankets with a flashlight while telling stories and looking at picture books. It all happened so sudden when Yuri had left to live with their grandfather in Moscow, to train to be famous, because he had potential, and Yasha didn’t. According to their mother. Yasha remembers crying himself to sleep not understanding why Yuri had to leave and if he would ever see him again.
As the years went by, Yasha and Yuri grew more distant, going on with their lives. Yuri training to be figure skating phenomenon, while Yasha just stayed at home trying not to upset his mother or have an asthma attack. He preoccupied himself with books and videogames, actually becoming smart enough to become a doctor or lawyer in the future, but his mother only saw him as weak. He would also look at Yuri’s feats online and watch his competitions with awe. He was very proud of his twin and looked up to his older brother. Then one day he had the courage to write him a letter. This was about the time they were 12 years old. Yuri had written back, not forgetting him of course. Yasha was beyond happy and they continued this until the present time.
They are now both 16 years of age. Yuri has just won the Grand Prix Finals and Yasha would now be living with him and their grandfather, Nikolai. Yasha’s health had deteriorated at a quick rate due to him not having the necessary medications that his doctors prescribed him. Once Nikolai found out about this, he fought with the twin’s mother to have Yasha live with him, since she was too busy with her new boyfriend and didn’t provide the care Yasha needed. She of course disagreed angrily saying Yuri needed to focus and didn’t need Yasha distracting him. Nikolai just angrily hung up the phone as he continued his quest to have custody of Yasha.
So now it was the time little Yasha made the big move of one Russian city over to another one. To him it was a big move, since he rarely left his room. As the plane descended, Yasha looked out the window at the little houses and buildings and tried not to cry or get anxious. He was scared, excited and sad all at the same time and didn’t know how to handle the situation. He just hoped things would be better and he was also anxious to see Yuri again.
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