Yo what's up guys! Sirius here, just wanted to say this is my first story; sorry if it sucks I'm new to this stuff \(^_^)/.
If you have any recommendations for the story, just leave a comment and I'll read over it! I'll update "Time- Zøne" every week. Also, I'm human, so I make typos. If you could point out any spelling and or punctuation errors out to me, I'd appreciate that a lot! Anyways, enough rambling and more story. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Discipline
It was a comfortable day. The sun shone through the clouds and warmed up the earth, as the melodic chirps of the birds serenaded the forest. The river, its gentle stream of cold water, gently rushed past the sitting figure with its eyes closed. Yasuo was still; he was clearing his mind from the events which had taken place earlier. His flute, hung adjacent to his hip, just barely touching the moist and mossy rock which he was sitting atop. The breeze whispered death through the leaves.
Yasuo's hair, shortly danced along with the wind as well.
He opened his eyes and stood up. He reached for his flute and stuck his sword in the ground to lean against it. A beautiful tune of agony, and sadness began to echo around the now silent forest. The notes bouncing off the barren trees and rocks. Yasuo was a fair looking man. His long flowing black hair and almond shaped eyes, just added to his already mysterious persona, and his defined body was a clear indicator that he was not a force to be challenged. Yasuo had always been very logical when it came to anything involving himself. He mostly came across to other people as heartless and unsympathetic. However, this was far from true. Yasuo cared about people, it was just he didn't know how to express it. He smirked at the thought, it created a beautiful vibration in the note he was on. Yasuo stopped leaning on the sword and sheathed it back in its saya. He held his flute in his hand and looked up at the sky.
He murmured to himself.
There he stood, for what seemed like hours, then he sat down and began to meditate once more.