A/N:

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Hello boys and gals!

Welcome back to my second chapter of Last Descendants of Selma!

I'm kinda disappointed and became gloomy because only about 50+ have red this and yah, it took me down. However it didn't stop me, it just slows me, slightly.

Enjoy reading!


~†~ Chapter Two ~†~

Piltover

Uea's ocean eyes wandered to the large buildings of the city made of steel and concrete. She had never been a fan of Piltover's total rejection of nature but even she had to admit the city did look impressive at the distance. After an hour of driving in a peculiar vehicle, they were escorted to the Supreme Commander's Headquarters. She was inside the building, looking at the bright lively city under the pale and silver visage of the Queen of the Sky. The monochromatic balance between Sun and Moon never ceased to impress her.

She was waiting for Jhin. He was, for a moment, talking to the Supreme Commander's private about her. Saying that she was his masterpiece and other stuff... Huh, so that giant guy is also with Jhin.

Uea may feel comfortable around them if they're with her partner but she only trusts Jhin. After all, it had always been the two of them. The Virtuoso and her. The artist and the Muse. Uea was simply not ready to accept more people around her.

"Hey! Cloaked guy, mind pulling your hood off?" Uea heard a voice nearby. She turned herself to the side to see the strongest and meanest woman of Piltover, Vi, The Enforcer. Behind her is the Sheriff of Piltover, Caitlyn. Uea's eyebrows narrowed when she recognized the cloaked person, it was Yasuo.

The cloaked person, however, keeps smoking. A cigarette between his fore and middle finger, holding it as the tip released smoke. Uea raised an eyebrow, 'He better not do anything rash.' She thought, returning her gaze to the front.

"I ask again, pull your hood off!" Vi almost shouted at the man. "And also, don't smoke. I mean, inside this building." She pointed at a sign that says 'No Smoking'.

Yasuo nodded and sighed. Then suddenly a gust of wind puts the cigarette off and then he throws it to a nearby trashcan. He turns to the women in front of him and gives them a condescending smile. The Enforcer is quite surprised but the Sheriff only glares at him, suspicious of his actions. He didn't care anyway. After all, Uea got his back. Even in the darkest times.

[Flashback]

Run.

Run away from them... Run away from the enemy.. Run away from the monster... Run away from your mistakes... The youth that was dashing through the forest of insecurities had no idea where he was heading but he was sure any place was better than the one he had escaped. The sin that was unjustly branded to his name and the painful punishment were nothing in comparison with the fact that he had failed. Every day is a tortuous desert, running in circles without going anywhere. Begging for justice that would never come... Chasing the steps of an invisible assassin...

That was his life.

But just like the rivers run dry with time. He began to realize the undeniable and terrible truth. The bitter fact that it didn't matter if he was innocent or not, he was the criminal and he deserved to be punished for something he didn't do... He realized that there was no justice in this world.

Every time he started to think of justice, he just laughed at the word. He wouldn't achieve such thing. After all, justice is blind and mute. Only greed grows within the heart of the Judge. Such a nuisance. He was just a child, no more than 12 years old who could barely wield a sword much larger than him and control the wind.

And thus he hides. But his rage will be immortal. His head has a great amount of value and richness. Of course, those elders were quite obsessive to his a**. Hmm.

But even then, during the war of Runes, he was forgotten to the Ionians since they're busy trying to protect the Selma Family. The Ionian soldier thought he's maybe one of the unarmed people. So, Yasuo had a no problems in finding the great family: Selma. However, Noxus got over them much faster and so he watched as everything was lost in the fire.

He tried to look away from the deaths of the Selma family. But the screams would always chase him in his nightmares. But hope was no lost, guided by the gentle whispers of the wind, he saw a young girl on the ground.

A little girl that was hiding something within the shadow of her true self.

[Flashback Ends]

He suddenly blinked as he felt a hand on his head. He suddenly glares in front of him but he noticed it wasn't them, then he turned to the side. It was Uea.

"Please, dear Enforcer, he has a terrible disease that none may cure. I've already got the samples of his disease from the Medics here in Piltover to identify the disease." Uea smiled kindly, Yasuo scoffed as he looks away. "So please, do not make a motive of yanking his cloak off because he could feel ashamed of it and the disease may spread in this city."

Vi scratched the back of her head with her two giant mechanical fingers. Caitlyn backed off a bit to avoid being hit by a large arm. "Sorry Lady Uea, we just thought this person was a creep and we decided to see if he was following you" With that said, the two walked away.

Uea looked at Yasuo before sighing and sit beside him, closely enough for them to not leave a gap. The swordsman flinches at her action but decides to let go. "Don't die stupid. You heard me?" Uea warned him, whispering. Then, she rested her head on his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Yasuo is trying to keep his composure.


Uea smiled as she raised her head slightly as a breeze of wind caressed her face. Her white long sleeves dress is still clean, neat and pure. It sways with passion. Her golden hair sways in the wind from her back, leaving no strands cover her soft features. Her eyes were slightly closed. She then lowers her gaze as she looks at her intertwined hand. She doesn't know how much it will take before her once pure hands will be bathed in crimson cold blood. The time draws near.

She wonders if this was her purpose in life. To avenge. She has no idea. But she puts faith in that purpose. It wasn't that she hates it. She knew that avenging was not part of her family. None considered vengeance. It is a sin, it destroys but maybe those restless souls of her great ancestors will finally sleep once she has finished the enemies.

Noxus.

Then she suddenly felt her knuckles balled into a fist, her hands trembling due to her nerves. She didn't know her fury is building up quite fast. The thirst of blood shows within her emotions even though her features remained surprisingly calm and soft. Then, she takes a deep breath and sighs it out. The tension quickly disperse.

"Hey! Miss!" She heard a voice near her. She turns around and sees a young girl tugging her dress. The little girl has the softest features that Uea has ever see. Slightly puffy cheeks, soft small lips and round crimson eyes and gray long hair. Maybe 'long' is an understatement, her hair reaches the ground, similar to Uea's dress. The little girl is wearing a white uniform, a knee-length black skirt. Black shoes with white socks underneath it. Uea noticed a few dark bangs covering her left eye.

Uea kneels down as she gives the little girl the warmest smile she could muster with no fallacy. This is a child. Even she knew that they rarely distrusted anyone so they still deserve a rightful way. "Hello, dear child. What is it you wish for?"

"Wish?" The girl Tilted her head to the side with an obvious confusion showing on her cute face. "What do you mean by wish? I wanna ask."

"Go on," Uea said.

She saw a bright smile plastered on the face of the young one. It flattered her. "I want to stay with you!"

"Eh?!"

Uea's colors are suddenly drained as her face fell on the ground. A gloomy sensation extended all along her body. This little girl wanted to ask something but that wasn't even a question! It felt like a declaration.

Uea looks up at the little girl with a sad smile. "I'm sorry. But I'm afraid that I can't-"

"Mom killed Dad." The little girl said out of the blue with a dull smile. Making Uea stop and be completely frozen on the spot.

Uea's words suddenly go back to her throat. The little girl here uttered a sentence so bluntly. A sense of fear started crawling over her back and making her shiver. The Last Selma noticed the little girl's dull smile... No, it was not dull. It was a sinister smile. Uea can clearly see through that visage. Then, something appeared.

It was the little girl, with her mother and father. The three are happy. Delightful. They live a normal life with nothing to worry about. Enjoying the life they were given to the fullest. However, Uea saw another image. This time...

The little girl's face and her father's face are now covered in blood. The Only one left is the mother, however, her smile is dull...

"Lady Uea?"

Uea almost jumps on her spot when someone calls her name. She turns around and sighs in relief. "Jhin, please don't startle me again. You know I hate surprises." Uea shyly admitted as she smiled awkwardly at the Virtuoso.

"Forgive me. I had no intention of worrying your fragile heart." Jhin apologizes as he walks in front of her. "Besides, I wouldn't put you, Milady, in such embarrassing position."

"Well, you did it now!" Uea blushed at his flirting words. Yep, this is a flirt for sure. She knows how Jhin talks and says his words.

Jhin chuckled. "I apologized."

Uea sighed. "Just... please refrain so. If you want something from me, just do it while I'm not focused." She said. "Besides, I can sense you anyway."

"Ah, your talent is as grandiose as your beauty," Jhin said, then he leaned to her ear. "You Inspire me."

Uea pushed him playfully as she smiled. "Oh, I will!" She ended the conversation as she walks away.

It was not worth to remember the fear and confusion she just saw earlier. It gives bad vibes. Uea wanders just a little bit before she dismisses the hallucination...

...is the soul of the child restless Then why only the child? The father should be as well.

What happened...?


Uea found herself wandering in the dark alleyway. In Ionia, she mostly avoids the dark. She knows Zed can show up any time he wants. But now that she's in Piltover, where Zed is not present, she can now roam freely.

She always wondered what it feels to be in the dark. Under the feeling of something crawling behind her back. She was expecting to feel some wrath, misery, insanity and...

...emptiness.

She always wondered why would she had those emotions under any circumstance.

However, it proved her wrong.

The first time her whole being basked under the shadows of the buildings. It was comfortable. Probably because there's still light? Or perhaps the atmosphere is what makes it comfortable because it's a city?

What would happen if she remained under the fresh embrace of the shadows?

It sounds... quite lonely actually. But nevertheless, the hunger of adventure bubbled up more, feeding her curiosity over the darkness.

She heard footsteps coming from behind her. A sense of danger coming.

A threat.

Everything suddenly turns negative.


Jhin played with his magnificent revolver without pressing the trigger. His rich staff rested on top of the table in front of him

The desire! It grows within his chest with every passing moment! Finally, before they leave the city in about... 96 hours. There will be a great party in honor of the anniversary of Piltover's and Demacia's treaty friendship.

Of course, three targets will most likely there. Oh, he knows that 'second piece' will also be there. Jhin has quite the problem with that piece. The Virtuoso knows Zed will not waste this opportunity, nor Jhin will waste this miracle.

However, another unknown desire is bubbling inside him. Ah, he knows his feelings slowly grow stronger and he hates these mere distractions that may disturb his masterpiece. He never felt any emotions at all. Those are the only disturbances, nuisances and a waste of his precious time. Oh, how much he will hate himself if something were to happen to his beloved final act.

However, he was not going to deny the truth, he wasn't that weak. The passion he feels for the Last Selma cannot be compared with anything ha done or felt before. His heart beats loud but silently with the rhythm of the melody. He loves that feeling. As a man of experience and Wisdom, he has experience many things mediocre and unworthy men would not even dream about... But the sweet yet painful sensation, the pleasurable but guilty fire.

It was love. Like his traps that will slowly bloom and explode into a wonderful annihilation.

He pointed his magnificent revolver in front of him. Then he lets go of it and the weapon falls on the table. He was expecting something.

Or someone.

"What in the 'face the wind!' is going on?!" Yasuo comes in, utterly slammed the door open without hesitation. That fool could've knocked much better.

A sigh escaped his lips and through the cracks of his mask. "Unforgiven, do you even have a slightly idea about the meaning of the word 'manners, huh?" Jhin said to him irritated as he facepalms his mask.

He is under a single lamp that shines only within his radius - him (including the chair he was sitting on) and the table. He was in the spotlight, however, this fool decides to break what his immersion.

If it wasn't for his feelings towards Lady Uea, he will not hesitate to put a bullet on his head and the middle of his chest... Then again, his bullets are not easy to make and those beautiful pieces of art are reserved for more worthy targets. Not some tactless and brute hobo! And after all, he's not heartless enough to do that sort of thing, or else he was sure Lady Uea would uselessly cry over the death body of the samurai. He doesn't want to turn those clean ocean eyes into salty crimson waters. He will definitely punish himself if that happens. However, the Last Selma watches his performance and she will give him her wondrous giggle. For Jhin, that small laugh almost represents the standing ovation of a coliseum filled to the brim with people.

The only one Jhin wished to be accepted by.

But Jhin cannot let his emotions loose just yet. It's annoying, yes, it greatly destroys his masterpiece. But it is worth hiding it? No, he will not be like that second piece that hides in the shadow with no audience gazing upon him.

But Jhin will help him. And people will somewhat know what the piece hides within his brave soul.

"Runeterra to Jhin! Valoran to Jhin, yoohoo! Is somebody there?" Jhin heard Yasuo call him out as the Unforgiven waves his hand in front of the unmoving Virtuoso.

Jhin growls and Yasuo quickly moves his hand away from the furious Virtuoso.


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