Give me love ( a yuzuru hanyu fanfic) UNDER MAJOR EDITING

Living with Javi

A month later: July 2016

Yuzuru came back to the rink right before July began, begin gone to Japan for 2 weeks.

That also means it's been 2 weeks since the mystery man in black has been roaming around the Cricket Club.

Every morning it's almost like a routine.

I walk into the club and he's there always ready to say the same thing, dressed in the same thing.

"Hello Ms.Akagi, I hope you have a good practice"

I brought up my concern for the man being here, not only for myself, but for everyone else's safety.

Who is he?

What does he want?

Why is he here?

So many questions run through my mind.

"Charlie, who was that guy talking to you?" Yuzu asks me as I step onto the ice

Way to read my mind Yuzu. Great question.

"I'm not sure honestly" I reply

"I don't want you talking to him" Yuzu states sternly

"Huh?"

"He seems like trouble to me" He says seriously

"Yeah I get what you mean",I agree, "He's been roaming around the Cricket Club for weeks, I think he started coming when you left for Japan"

"Has anyone said anything about him?" He questions as the two of us are doing laps around the ice

"Coach told me not to worry about it. He thinks I'm over reacting but like-",I glance over to the viewing window where the man is watching intensely, "I should worry right? I mean no one knows who he is. I even asked the lobby lady, Debby, and she gave me crap about talking to her so early in the morning"

He laughs at my experience with Debby, then says "Maybe the best thing we can do right now is listen to Coach and ignore him. If he harms us in any way then we can do something about it. Just promise me you won't go looking for trouble alright? I care about your safety"

"I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me" I whisper

"What?" He asks clearly not hearing me

"Nevermind. Just a Harry Potter reference" I say and skate off into warming up my jumps

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I hate living at home.

When my parents finally acknowledge my presence, I alway get in shit for something.

So let me tell you what happened...

Flashback

"Charlotte wash the dishes" my mom tells me as she sits in her office typing up an email

"Ok one sec" I tell her

I finish typing up my text to Yuzu, about to hit send.

Yuzu-kun: Are you free this weekend?

Me: Yeah sure what time?

"CHARLOTTE ARTEMIS AKAGI, LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!" Dad shouts from the family room

"GEEZ DAD I SAID IN A MINUTE!" I yell back

"DON'T SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER LIKE THAT. GO WASH THE DAMN DISHES YOU USELESS CHILD"

Honestly I should get my own apartment...

I quickly hit send and go into the kitchen to scrub the dishes.

Now I don't mind doing the dishes and helping out in the house.

It's just the amount of shit I have to take for living here.

Crash!

Uh oh..

I look down into the sink and realize I'm in more shit than I usually am.

I broke my Dad's Pablo Picasso mug.

Apparently the real guy painted on this mug...

Fuck!

"What did you do this time Charlotte?" Mom asks emerging from her office

"Uhh.. nothing" I say

Why do I bother lying when I know it's no use?

"IS THAT MY MUG?"

I look to my right to see Dad towering over me and the broken mug in the sink.

"Charlotte, you know how much your father had to bid for that mug!"

"I know it was an acciden-"

"EVERYTHING IS AN ACCIDENT TO YOU! WE WORK HARD FOR OUR MONEY AND YOU ACT LIKE MONEY GROWS ON TREES"

"MAYBE IF YOU PEOPLE WEREN'T SO MATERIALISTIC  AND LISTENED, YOU'RE CHILD WOULD ACTUALLY ENJOY BEING WITH HER PARENTS" I shout

"Get out" my Dad says with a stern voice

"Wait are you kidding me?" I ask

They give me the "We're serious" look and that's my cue

Fuck this, honestly.

I slam the door as I go into my room and pack all my stuff ,making sure to grab my skates.

After stuffing all my shit into the trunk, I get in the car and start driving.

Where?

Who knows?

And now I'm homeless all because of a stupid mug.

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"Please pick up, please pick up" I say to myself as I drive down the road

Picking up the third ring, I hear his voice.

"...Charlie..?"

"Oh thank god Javi! I'm the shittiest friend in the world, but can I stay your house for a night?" I speak into the phone

"Umm.. yeah sure. Did something happen at home?" He asks

Ah Mr. Fernandez always has my back.

"Parents kicked me out for the stupidest reason; I dropped my Dad's Picasso mug" I state, rolling my eyes even though he can't see

"Shit Charlie I knew your parents were strict but not this strict. All because of a mug?" Javi asks

"I know. Apparently it was like a billion bucks to him" I said sarcastically

I pull into Javi's drive way and see him standing on his porch wearing his pj's, waiting for me.

As I open up my trunk to obtain all my crap, Javi runs over to help me.

"Don't worry, Chica I've got you" he says helping me pull out my suitcases

As we walk into his house, I notice the atmosphere is kind of messy;looking like the kind of house you'd expect a normal guy to manage.

"I'll go set up the guest room alright?" He says

"Thank you for everything Javi, I really appreciate it" I say with a small smile

As Javi goes to fix up the room, I sit at one of the bar stools in his kitchen.

There's only one goal set on my mind.

Finding out who that guy at the rink is.

A/N: yo I love reading your guys' comments. Thank you for reading again!