Bright golden rays of the afternoon sun shone upon Yasuo's face. He winced at the sudden contact, abruptly waking up from his poor excuse of sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and he proceeded to rub them till he could get them to fully open. Squinting, he took in his surroundings. The stream flowed peacefully, and the long grass blew gently along the wind. Sighing, he sat himself up and watched the stream flow. Placing his chin against his palms, he watched the water glisten against the sun, how it flowed through the pebbles creating their own little paths. He dipped his finger in the water, watching how it split at the contact of it. He smiled lightly, enjoying the sight. However, he quickly pulled his finger out the moment something of a slimy texture rubbed against it. He looked down once more; it was a koi fish. It popped its head out of the water, looking straight at Yasuo. Yasuo laughed gently: the fish almost looked offended. The fish then started opening and closing its mouth, it certainly looked hungry. Yasuo quickly scurried towards the greyish sack that held his belongings, and fumbled with the rope holding it together. It opened, and within it was a small roll of bread. He ripped of a tiny piece, rolling it in between two fingers till it formed a small ball. Returning to the river, he offered it to the koi. "Here ya go buddy" he motioned for it to eat. The fish quickly devoured the morsel, and then quickly returned under the water to breath. Yasuo laughed at how this mimicked his water episode the day before. He watched as the fish swam off, satisfied he had at least helped something.
His thoughts were soon interrupted as he heard a light poof from across the river. He quickly stood up, looking in the direction of the noise. In front of him was something he had never seen before, a technique that he only heard rumors of. Smoke surrounded him in a perfect circle, subsequently he found it hard to move or breathe. He began coughing uncontrollably, desperately trying to escape the shadowy cloud that held him hostage. He fell to his knees, the pain similar to being strangled. Using his good arm, he dragged himself across the ground painfully until he finally escaped the radius of the smoke. He took in a deep breath, the foreign presence of air being more than welcome into his lungs. He sat himself against a nearby boulder, trying to relax and process what just happened. He looked around, trying to find the person who casted the horrific spell. "Show yourself!" he spat out. Soon after, the smoke began to fade, and a group of figures appeared within. Yasuo gasped, the sight before him unbelievable. It was at least five or six of Ionia's elite samurai, and in front of them stood a woman he had never seen before, but could definitely identify. He pushed himself further against the boulder. That was most certainly Akali, the Fist of Shadow. And the only time she made an appearance was to eliminate threats to the balance of Valoran. He breathed out; she was certainly here to kill him.
"Good work men" she said in her usual uncaring monotone. She nodded her head toward the men behind her. They kneeled and bowed their heads in response. She took a few slow steps toward Yasuo. He looked up to her, examining her expression. It was one he could recognise immediately. She was mad; seeking revenge. And she would make sure she got it.
"You most certainly are the infamous Yasuo" she mused, her arms crossed. "Most normal people don't even survive my Twilight Shroud." She gradually made her way toward Yasuo until their faces were inches apart. He kept eye contact with her at all times. She examined him, eyeballing the cut on his arm. Blood stained the handmade bandage that surrounded it. She quickly brought her gaze back to his face. "I guess its a good thing that it didn't kill you though" she muttered, taking a step back. Yasuo looked at her, his face confused and full of questions. He shook his head, standing up. "What the hell are you talking about?" Her eyebrows furled, clearly upset. "Don't you dare speak to me in that tone, you piece of filth!" The fire in her eyes glowed brighter. "You certainly don't even deserve to die such a peaceful death from a mere spell like that." She looked back at the men, flicking her head towards Yasuo. In an instant, they were behind Yasuo, holding his arms behind his back so that he couldn't escape. He screamed, the pressure of his wounded arm being pulled unbearable. His breathing became heavy, laced with intense pain. Sweat began beading at his forehead.
"I will make sure that you die the most painful death possible" she muttered. She grabbed his sword, pulling it out of the sheath. She held it up so that the light bounced off of it, fingering the intricate designs that adorned it. "Beautiful sword, held by the hands of a murderer" she whispered. She then threw the sword behind her nonchalantly, watching it spin in the air until it pierced the ground with a whoosh.
She quickly grabbed her kamas, pouring a green liquid along the edges. She looked upon Yasuo sinsterly, relishing in the fearsome expression he wore. "Goodbye, Yasuo… You shall disrupt our peace no longer."
She dashed toward him, kamas hacking and twirling against his body, he screamed, the pain of being cut and the poison burning throughout his skin easily becoming some of the most severe pain he's ever experienced. The men threw him against the ground harshly, smiling at the tortured masterpiece before them. Akali then flipped him over so that he was facing her, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him toward her.
"Admit you killed the elder, you scum!"
He breathed heavily, the poison was beginning to take a toll on him. He couldn't move, his body began heating up similar to that of a fever. He looked up at her wearily. His vision was blurry, it was hard to focus on her face. "No… I will never admit to something I did not do" he whispered weakly.
"You liar!" she screamed. Yasuo felt the world spin as he was thrown against the boulder, his head hitting it with a thud. He lay there on the grass, wondering how much longer he would endure this until it'd finally be over. He then gasped, an immense pain rushing through his chest. He screamed so loud he was sure that all of Ionia could hear him. He looked toward his chest, and immediately regretted it. He felt tears stinging at the edges of his eyes. "How… Could you…" he muttered.
"I hope this serves as the slowest, most painful death possible." Akali murmured. "Let us go men. He will die of blood loss eventually." The group walked off into the distance. Yasuo watched one of them turn around, looking straight at him. His face looked almost apologetic. He immediately recognised him as the man that had attacked him the day before.
He then brought his attention back to the source of the pain. He began sobbing, the sight becoming too much for him. He wished the impact would at least knocked him unconscious so he wouldn't have to see this.
He had been impaled by his own sword.
A reminder that ultimately, he was his own downfall.