Run. Never stop running.

Where ?

It was maddening to search something without a clue or rather someone. Even worse, because someone could move and flee, fight and hide. Still, Yasuo kept moving without any idea where he should go. Somewhere the culprit was running away from this crime, probably already blending in that chaotic time of war. Nothing helped.

A whole week went, with barely no mark to distinguish each day from the others. A week since he had broken out of this stupid attempt at jailing him. Nothing could contain him for too long, especially not under such injustice. Yasuo had to go so he did, at the favor of the night.

Staying at his childhood village wouldn't help, the culprit wouldn't have stayed that close of a place ready to explode from anger. Not when there were so many fighters. No, whoever they were, they had long left the area for a safer place. Coward. Insults and jabs were all Yasuo had at the moment, with solitude. Anything to distract him from this wreck that was his life at the moment. As if it could get worse.

Always on the run because he had his own demons chasing him. No doubt anyone he already knew from the village and sword school could be after him. After all, he had killed elder Souma, he deserved that. Did he ? Yasuo wished they would live him at peace and let him look for the true guilty but sadly they were convinced he did the murder.

Death was the only solution for this. So he prefered not to get caught and brought back to the sword school, they would almost make a show for his execution. Maybe even have his mother watch. Awful idea, he pushed it back as quick.

Mother...

She deserved nothing of this. Now her bastard was running away, accused of murder. No way she could know the truth, even less if everyone had already come to rub the 'facts' in her face.

Yasuo also wished he could have stopped by, just to see her an instant. It would have meant so much for him, peace of a few minutes. However that wasn't smart. If anyone had heard of him coming back to their home, no doubt his mother would take another blame and possibly have to endure all of the responsibility. Never try to bet on a village's hatred for a few innocent people. It's not her fault, not her fault. Who would defend her now that he and Yone were gone ? Hopefully his brother would come back at some point, if he didn't die in the war but that was highly unlikely. Not his rival and model without reason.

Long sighs, all alone as he avoided the main roads. It was better not to attract attention but in such troubled time, he doubted anyone really cared for a shady ionian fellow. Everyone prefered to watch out for Noxus and its damned army.

What was a search without any clue ? Impossible. If only he wasn't directly accused, maybe he would have been able to see the remains of the scene, maybe able to learn a few things. What killed his master ? Was there a fight or no violence ? To defeat such a strong warrior, the other peson must have been really cunning or powerful.

No use in making hypothesis, he had literally no idea what happened. Just an idea of the weapon used could have helped, everyone had their preferences. Jumping from this topic his thoughts drifted to Yi, since he had a rather peculiar blade. One he never saw before, really heavy looking but he made the yielding look like it was as light as a stick.

Now that he thought about his soulmate, his heart felt heavy. Time wasn't nice on him and this kind of at first innocent thought was quick to make him more depressed about everything. Distance was horrible, it felt like each step that didn't make them closer would haunt him. Now their link was so thin, almost painful.

Being on the run meant he had time to simply think about Yi and rarely it was happy. Both felt each other's pain and emotions, this wasn't an exception. At night, it was the worst time, maybe because both of them had to stop somewhere to rest.

More than once he felt a small echo from Yi, slow pain that had a very vicious side. It wasn't searing like a stab, quite the opposite. It was a blade cutting skin only on surface without any risk to destroy everything. Just a reminder that they weren't together and wouldn't so soon. Yes, that was cruel.

Can I find him ?

The idea sounded so good. It would be wonderful to close distance, one step after the other until he saw his soulmate and they ran to each other like that first time after the village. His soul cried for it. I want… Again and again he remembered the moment he left Yi behind him, both of them shedding tears that belonged to no one but them. He guessed that was how the latter felt when he had to join the fights and leave him behind to recover. It hurt on a despicable level and the mere memory was enough to live that again.

The answer was still no. He couldn't find him, not right now after the latest events. He was a wanted criminal – or that was what they thought – in no way he was safe. If he was to join Yi, he would put him at risk too. Between his own life and his soulmate's, the choice was the easiest he had to do.

So he wouldn't close distance, he wouldn't run back to Yi no matter how bad he wanted to. No matter how cold the night was when he thought he heard the latter cry. It didn't happen often, at least. He couldn't bear to know he made Yi more sad.

Does he even know ?

There was no way to tell him that for now he was on the run. The last thing he told Yi was that he would come back to his village and sword school, to take his sanction. Now to say it had changed was an understatement. He couldn't stay in one place, nowhere was safe and he was after a real ghost.

Turning the situation around, he supposed Yi had no idea what he was doing. Possibly he could just sense his long run, the distance put between them and nothing else. Now his mood was definitely fucked, he shouldn't have thought about this. The latter would just feel him go away forever. Stop, stop. Neither needed this, life was already shitty enough.

In moments like these, at the brink of breaking again, he just held himself, hand over his mark and the other clutching at that poor souvenir he got. It wasn't much but it still helped him.