"Recall"
(League of Legends, Yasuo, Talon)
I
Two male shadows were talking in the sunrise. One of them got a brush hair and the other looked thiny and younger.
"Is this all?" The brush haired shadow talked first.
"Eh?"
"I mean is this supposed to be the Institute of war?"
"What do you expect?"
"Chicks?"
"There are plenty of them."
"It`s not what I mean... No one can replace Riven."
"It`s good we think the same." The sober one lacked sleep and he understood that his mate was drunk and he continued to drink talking non sense. But he was right about the woman mentioned. He catches the memory of her smiling face. She was pretty. "Stop drinking, Yasuo!"
"Talon..." The shaggy haired one leans on Talon`s shoulder not counting his weight. "You stayed awake all the night raid." He didn`t receive a rude answer yet, but he could read the guy who used to buy him drinks back in past. The same guy who never drinks and sticks together with him for a long time. "We shall go back to base and get some rest."
"Eh? Worrying about me or are you trying to motivate me to take you in base?"
"Hah. Good one, but sometimes sleep in necessary even for you."
"I don`t want to deal with you right now, Yasuo." He gets up and lets Yasuo to fall on ground, as his human support left him behind.
"Eh? What is it?" He lifts in a standing position realizing that he finished his drink.
"You didn`t have to come here if your only hobby is drinking. I am here to pay my sins, so I`ll rejoin another match."
"Young people nowadays want to die early."
"None of your business."
"What have you done? What do you want to pay for?"
"I told you already. It`s none of your business."
"We all have a stained past, kid."
"Why do you see yourself so mature, Yasuo? You are in fact just a drunktard exiled samurai!"
"Why are you so mad in this morning hours?"
"None of your business I said."
"Come here." He gets up shaking a little because of the alcohol in his blood and rises his hands.
"We are not friends here! You kicked my ass in the last match. I only stick with you because I know you, but in the rift we are..." Yasuo hugs him and forces the boy`s head in his chest, patting his soft hair. "...enemies."
"Let`s go, Talon."
As Yasuo fought Talon`s noxian pride, the sun was already up at the early hours of morning. Last day Talon were all day in matches and he would still go, but since he came in the league he didn`t waste time. He got shading dark rings and didn`t mind the rest of champions. Yasuo was a sole friend and he was mostly clingy outside the battles. When they were supposed to fight against each other, the ionian knew the rule and didn`t spare him. It wasn`t his fault the noxian was weak under his sword, but sharp enough and deadly when he disappears from his view.
"Tch." Talon growls carrying the ionian samurai over his shoulder. Yasuo was heavy, but he didn`t complain. He blamed it on his lack of sleep and counters from the last match. The new armour was better. He only got a few bruises under it, but not bloody wounds. "Drinking helps you to forget the pain?"
"Mmm... You should see my new armour. I can`t get a scratch when I`m wearing it!"
"So that will motivate you to stop drinking?"
"Not a chance."
"Then what`s the purpose on wearing it?"
"Good question. But I guess girls like it."
"Eh?" Talon silent rages when he sees Yasuo so drunk and annoying.
"Oh, and don`t forget about high protection...!"
Again they stopped talking as Talon poses so brave carrying Yasuo with his low powers. He always thought to train and get more mass height, but then the same problem run through his head. He can no longer be a sly assasin, while everything was request was a slender stature. "Fu k you, Yasuo! You`re so heavy!" He growled under his breath, when Yasuo`s legs stopped to walk and he let himself on the noxian`s back.
"I am not only a drunktard as you call me... I like to eat, compared to you."
"What is that?" Talon sweats pulling the ionian.
"Just forget about it. We are almost there." He rumbled rubbing his nose in Talon`s hair distracting him when his breath reached his neck.
"What the...?!" He almost drops Yasuo and starts to scratch his back in that certain spot. "Don`t do that again!"
"Eh? What?" Yasuo clings back on Talon not understanding, but he trusted the guy to take him in base.
Again a long moment of silence between the old friends, but both were thinking what just happened. It was that Talon had a sensitive spot on neck and he didn`t like to be touched, though he didn`t know it until Yasuo was careless.
"Talon?"
"W-What?" The noxian`s face was red because of his hard effort to carry Yasuo. Though in the same time he realized that it was an embarrassing moment a while ago and he didn`t pass it. He was pleased with the little fact that Yasuo can`t see his flushed face.
"Are you alright?" Yasuo felt like teasing and wraps arms around Talon`s chest.
"Yasuo! Stop it!"
"Riven got bigger goods than you..."
"Yasuo! Do I look like a female to you?" He was sick of the man who had to carry in base now.
"Pretty much. Counting your pretty hair and..." And his hand drops on his waist longing more.
"Stand still or I`ll leave you here." He tries to ignore his actions. "And about my hair... It happened that I have two sister who understood I hate hairdressers."
"You don`t stick with Cassiopeia too much to take care of your hair, but this is not my business. What I mean is that you are a pretty fu k."
"Not today, Yasuo." Talon was calm and drops Yasuo there. He was apparently calm, but his blood was boiling with rage. "Put yourself together. This is the end of the rail!"
"Why? What have I done?"
"I won`t carry you anymore, Yasuo."
"That`s not even funny. You don`t know to take a joke, Talon."
"I don`t need to. I have other things to do now."
"Going in another match? I told you already that it`s too much if you`ll join another match when you didn`t sleep at all."
"I won`t die." The noxian waves hand and goes.
"Talon!" Yasuo gets up walking perfectly fine after posing drunk and dizzy just to be carried. "What bad thing did you do that you have to pay for like this?"
"Tch. Leave me alone!" And he would add that he thought they were friends, but it didn`t matter after Yasuo acted so wrong with him.
"I won`t say, but you can die in the next match like this."
"Then don`t say it."
"It doesn`t matter to you at all?"
"None to worry about, Yasuo." The noxian turns to face one his supposed to be friend for a last time. On his face could be seen a cold smirk like he uses to show when he was denying his true self.
"Why...?" Yasuo approaches.
"No one asked Riven to die for me. She chose the wrong person to sacrifice for and she forgot about your promise. If I`m going to die, I don`t deserve to remain in anyone`s memory... because I`m a garbage." His smirk turns into a fake smile, leaving through the diluted trees of the summoner rift.