Sorry about the late update everyone! I'll try and write more of this :)

Night Two

Yasuo faceplanted onto his messy bed. The afternoon was still anew, but he was finished with his daily intake of the fresh air. He stuffed his face into the pillow, turning his head to the side after reaching into his pocket, taking the cerulean music box out of his pocket. He stared at it with a slight smile, moving it around in his hand. Yasuo set it down next to him on the sheets and turned the opal knob a few times, hearing the lullaby chime in then out and continuing back up again. The Unforgiven listened closely, unable to keep focus any longer as his eyelids drooped slowly. Yasuo was asleep instantly after his eyes fully closed. He heard the chiming of the lullaby once again in a sudden manner, opening his eyes to a white room with no end, which he oddly recognized. He had a feeling he was dreaming, he could hear everything around him very clearly and everything felt so real. The tune coming from the music box was no longer choppy, it sounded as if someone was playing it on a harp. The trinket that lay on the ground, no longer chiming in sync with the other instrument and practically disintegrated into the air as he looked up to where the harp like sound was coming from.

Finally being able to speak into the nothingness, he echoed "Who is playing that tune?"

There was a stop in the music,

"Is that you?" He asked, pushing himself up from the ground that he slept on.

He started to run, "hello?" He raised his voice, the words echoing in the distance. The Unforgiven rubbed his eyes,

*Keep on running, keep on. You'll find her.* his mind said, but his stamina said otherwise.

The Unforgiven moved himself closer and closer to the chimes as they started up again, louder in his ears as he kept running. He was getting closer, maybe even too close for comfort, but he didn't care. All he cared about in the moment was finding out who was in his dreams. He caught up to someone, a curvaceous figure finally coming into view and a city skyline came across the horizon. He stopped in his steps, feeling dirt under his barefeet. He blinked at the sensation, and then kept on going. The Unforgiven got closer and closer. Suddenly, he stopped, a force was planting him to the ground that he'd never felt before. The figure ahead of him turned, an instrument of some kind around her waist, floating in the air.

"Who are you?" Yasuo asked, his breath hitching as the lullaby chimed again in his head. The woman did not respond, but continued to stare as a shadow cast over her.

She gasped bit, and Yasuo was enticed by the sound that he didn't even see her leave. His dream was controlling him and his feet became glued to the ground. The sound stopped and ringing replaced it, puncturing his eardrums as the frequency intensified. The woman got away, looking back every few steps before dashing away over the hill at the rim of the skyline. He struggled to keep his eyes open to see her face as she turned to the light.

Yasuo woke up, sitting up in cold sweats once again. He looked to the side, the clock read 7:00 am as usual. He pulled the covers off of himself to get up and go to the bathroom. He slipped off his grey shirt and jeans from yesterday and started the water in the shower, stepping in the glass box. The steam rose around him after submerging himself under the shower head, his hair sticking to his skin. He rubbed his face under the water and collected his thoughts. The glimpse was enough for him to take in. He saw a flash of a soft face, beautiful oval eyes with long eyelashes and pure lips. Her rounded face framed with long tails of blue that flowed below her hips. Yasuo remembered the beauty he saw in the dream, but there wasn't enough. There hadn't been enough communication since he started having these dreams months ago, and he didn't even know her name yet. It seemed odd… she just now revealed to him after having to chase her for so long. Was there something he was supposed to be going for?

If he could control his dreams, this would go a lot smoother, he thought. He scrubbed the sweat and grime out of his pores, exiting the shower soon after. Yasuo walked to his bedroom, a towel around his waist, the blue box catching his eye once again. He layed on his stomach on the bed, turning the knob a few times and got up to change his clothes. The chimes kept playing, a bit faster this time, but he did not notice as he rummaged through his drawers.