No, this is not happening. It can't be true.
Elder Souma was dead.
Yasuo couldn't believe but he was forced to face the facts anyway. His master was dead, while he had been busy fighting the war. His exact duty, protect Elder Souma.
How could this happen ? Noxus was so far from the sword school or their area in general. Except that one bloodbath where all noxians and ionians had died, there was no direct threat.
Who did this ?
The most obvious question but it had been some time since anyone at the sword school stopped thinking about it. They had already found the murderer. Yasuo.
When he came back to sword school to face his eventual punishment for deserting, he was ready for anything. Except that. Really, it wasn't his fault he didn't plan being accused of murdering his own master. While he was gone, nonetheless.
Bullshit.
Nothing made sense, he had left to fight and yes it was a bit selfish to do since he had a duty here. But he never killed his master. Never. One of the first to see his potential and not his reason of birth. Someone that taught him everything to fight. And now Elder Souma was dead and every former fellow cursed his name for committing this crime.
Life wasn't fair. But right now this really went too far.
Barely after entering the sword school, still a bit glad to find his homeland preserved, Yasuo had been circled by the warriors left. After a hard time of one-sided explanations – more like a long series of insults and few rare facts – they forcefully brought him to be jailed. Kept for leaving. After all, he was a criminal, no ?
Oh he did fight back, as much as he could but he wouldn't risk killing someone right then. No matter how angry he was, he had the sense not to cause more troubles. Maybe they would listen and think again, find proofs he wasn't guilty.
Locked in a dark room, without escapes, Yasuo let his fury unleash. For nothing.
Why was it happening to him ? Wasn't the separation rough enough ? It felt like he would always be punished for things he never committed himself. His only error had been to leave for the fights but he couldn't know that someone would kill Elder Souma. He was aware this was his responisbility to be there but someone came, intruded in the sword school, killed the most powerful warrior here then left.
The worst luck in that world. With all this, it was almost a miracle that he was found by his soulmate. The only good thing to look for in this hell.
Raging all alone, Yasuo struggled to even find hope. They were so convinced he was a murderer, they didn't even let him explain his point of view. That was the worst part of already being hated by half the people in this village, no one would dare to defend him. Too good occasion to get rid of the bastard.
The only people that cared about him were his family and Yi. Now it hurt because he had been hoping to see his mother, at least a shot moment. Just to see if she was doing well, if she would forgive him for leaving to defend their lands. All he ever wanted was to make her proud and happy. This latest accusation was just going to ruin their honor. As if it wasn't already.
Stomps against the door, angry calls for anyone near. He never stopped. This was the bad side of locking down someone too stubborn, it meant listening to voiced fury without an end.
No one would listen to him. All they wanted was to put him through a quick trial then done. No. I won't. He would never give them the pleasure to shut up.
Yasuo was fine with being punished for his decision, it was only fair. What he completely refused was to take the blame for someone else. Someone dared to kill Elder Souma et they found the easiest target to blame. He was sick of it.
Slowly he came to think that maybe someone among them did it. A student, a master, a villager. This was far too clean to be Noxus. Maybe he was wrong but Yasuo felt something wasn't right. They were all too zaelous to accuse him.
This was why he kept calling, for most of the day. Somewhere the real killer was free, getting away with that crime. Unbearable. Honor urged him to take care of this, not to avenge his master but at least bring the culprit to justice. They were all too happy to kill an innocent.
When night came, pain showed up too. After fury was sadness and suffering, the aftershock. Why was anyone so quick to hate him ? Why did they need to make him pay for something he never did ? It hurt so much, like being repeated his whole childhood that his existence had no meaning except bringing troubles. Didn't these folks realize they were exactly making him what they thought he was ?
Mother…
All he wanted was to make it up to her, to give another reason to remember him other than for the sin he represented. Was she already aware of his 'deeds' ? Did they told her ? Of course they would, just to put more salt in the wound. A splendid occasion to show how bad it was to give birth to him. A mistake.
Yasuo wouldn't apologize for something he never did. But right now, like many night since he was a kid, he wanted to apologize for the pain their family endured. This wasn't close to end, not right now.
About Yone, he didn't know what to think. Probably his brother wasn't in the region, having left to fight in the war. Yasuo wasn't decided if it was a good or a bad thing. The good side was that his brother hadn't heard about it yet thus couldn't be disappointed with him. The bad side was that Yone could have helped him right now, the village would accept to listen to him. At least, more than the nonexistant speaking time granted to Yasuo. He could count on him, he would believe in his innocence.
If he had thought the latest night was the worst of his life, this one right now was a serious challenger. Alone, all the same but locked in a dark room and kept away by force. Lonely but not just physically. He was at his vilalge, homeland was supposed to be good and care for each of its children. Yet he was welcomed by threats and insults, caged like an animal.
Yi…
He missed him so much. Separation was hell to endure and with all this going on, he didn't know if he would make it. Hopelessness got to him, in the darkest time.
Why was he alive if it was to hurt like this ?
