…It's over ?
On the ground, leaning painfully against a tree, Yasuo had so little to do. Well, he knew it would come and get him one day. To look for the fights so closely never taught him but after all, he was here for that. Prove himself. And now he couldn't stand anymore.
Blood trailed gently down his side. The wound wasn't so deep but with the exhertion he put his body through and the lack of proper rest, something like that was meant to happen. It wasn't that serious. Not a reason to freak out in itself. But right then it was war and danger was everywhere.
Nearby a few noxian corpses lied in a pool of blood. Not that many but one lucky strike brought him there.
Soft sigh meeting the cool air. Can't move. It was like his whole body gave up at once, after a last effort to take down his enemies. Being in a rather far corner of the main fights, Yasuo hoped he wouldn't be found by any noxian. What a shitty death it would be. If he was credible enough, he could play dead and pray silently.
What now ?
The most important was to resist to panick. It wouldn't help at all, even if his survival instinct kicked in. Fairly tempted not to give a fuck about his condition and try to stand and leave. Yet as soon as he tried, his body screamed in pain. It wouldn't do. Great exhaustion seized him, maybe light headed because of blood loss. But did he really lose enough for that ?
Move, dummy. Not going to die here.
Since he wasn't able to do much, Yasuo reluctantly settled to rest a little, save some energy for later. Who knew ? Maybe he would feel better and manage to get the fuck out of the area.
It hurt, to a level difficult to ignore. In last resort he kept his hand over the wound.
So he paid attention to whatever sound came around, if there were people or not. Sometimes he imagined hearing something and his heart raced instantly, holding his breath. Can still fight. He could try, his blade was still in grasp. The question was if he would have enough strenght for this.
Someoooooooone…Pleeeeeeeeeeeease ?
Ionian, if that wasn't too much to ask. Or he would be doomed. The sun was getting low in the sky, soon it would hide behind the hills. A night in that bloody mess didn't sound really fun, even less since it could lead to death if he wasn't able to recover.
As he stayed aware of anything around, Yasuo still kept some hopes. There was one guy he saw a few times and came to help once. Which was really bold, since he followed Yasuo right in his risky charges. Not a lot who would dare to. Himself was very aware of the danger he faced but he was good at it, rushing into the fight then retreat.
That one was strong enough to follow. And seemed to pay attention to whatever happened in the battlefield because otherwise it was difficult to see he needed help.
Thoughts drifted bit by bit. He had time, it could give him a way out later. So nothing else to do except thinking.
Where is he ? Because if that guy was around, he would help, that was sure. Or maybe any of his ionian fellow. But since he was to get bored waiting for either death or salvation, he might as well hope for someone specific.
It was logical, no ? He saw that one fighting, he could trust him to make it out alive. Maybe something else came to play but it made so little sense. That weren't able to talk because of the raging conflict. Yet that man stayed on his mind now. Not because he was handsome or anything. No, not related.
At the occasion, that was quite an awkward pause when the other one helped him. Yet Yasuo was sure he said nothing stupid or insulting. So he didn't understood the silence that followed, how that man looked at him. Probably he made a fool of himself by requiring some help. The quickest reflex was to return to fight, at least to forget his own behavior of an instant.
Another sigh, a bit more melancholic. Was he really thinking about that kind of stuff right now ? It wasn't useful, at a moment where he risked to die depending on his luck.
Testing, he couldn't get up yet so another reason to feel down.
Anyooooone…. But not a noxian please.
There wasn't even animals around, they had deserted the whole area because of the noise and probably because of the dead people down there. Maybe for the best, no need to give Yasuo a heart attack because one creature decided to sneak on him by curiosity.
Just the soft noise of the wind, crude smell of blood and the feeling of dirt under him.
Then there was a noise. Something too sudden to be anything from nature. It had Yasuo try to turn a little to its source, only to find someone standing close.
SHIT. There went his heart, may he rest in peace.
Yasuo made a surprised noise, too spooked to even have the damned instinct of shutting up to hide. Good for him, it wasn't an enemy. After the initial scare, reason came back and he recognized the newcomer.
« Oh fuck, it's you. » Only to breathe, slumping back against the tree.
It was the same man that got his back last time, at the moment looking at him curiously. He came closer till Yasuo was practically at his feet, gazing up at him. Yes, definitely the guy. He recognized that strange blade, with its two rings.
Damn, he found me ! Now he relaxed a little, he would certainly survive the day.
« Don't scare me like that, I thought I was dead already. » Half laughing, half breathless because of the tension and his poor condition. The latter kneeled to join his level, blade put down and a quite serious expression that made Yasuo react despite himself : « Am fine, I swear. Just needed to sit and catch my breath. »
No doubt it sounded as dumb as he looked right now, in a pathetic state. But what was pride ? Yasuo couldn't bring himself to beg and cry for help, as beaten as he was.
« You idiot, stop talking. You're bleeding there. » Said lowly, along a small gesture to indicate his side. But it was the least of Yasuo's concerns.
Because he just heard it. Oh. OH. WAIT. It didn't make sense but it was true no ? He just heard his words. If he had been shocked before, now nothing came as close. MY SOULMATE ?
Wide gaze directed to that man, who stood it without hesitation. Yasuo went dead silent, shaken. Really, really ? He was just minding his business, bleeding all alone and now his damned soulmate arrived to help him. Even in the most sweetest tales this seemed unlikely.
It had to be him. His heart went crazy, along a very strange feeling that snaked within him. Both relief and joy. Was it suppsoed to feel this way ?
Too many things happened in his mind. Liek this new thought : wait, does he know too ? Since he already spoke to him then of course he knew. Then it was time for Yasuo to literally lose it on whatever was the first things he told him. In no way it had been romantic or nice, he felt like stuck by shame. Oh no. Far from him the idea of ruining someone's life by having crappy words but chances were he probably did it.
It made sense. That silence the other time, it was that. And yes he spoke to him. Realization dawned on him. Shit. Exactly like him right now, too quiet.
Say something !
« It's…It's you ? » Too high for his own taste but the situation was far too unhoped for to care. He just found his soulmate. After all these years waiting.
The latter seemed about to proceed to a close inspection but stopped himself, gaze somehow kinder.
« I think so. Hello, I'm glad to have found you. » Small smile, at the limit of shy or something else.