Hello my dear readers. So soooo soooooooooooooooooo sorry for the delay. I just got back from an internship overseas and haven't really had any free time until now. ):
On the bright side, I should be updating much more frequently!
Enjoy the next chapter, and more to come!
"So, how did it go?"
Akali looked down, only to find an eager Kennen by her toes.
"Well… A lot better than I expected" she chuckled, scratching the back of her head.
"I told you it wouldn't be that bad!" Kennen smiled, his eyes turning into those resembling crescent moons. "He's honestly not the one that did it… There's just no way. Especially after meeting him in person…" he rambled.
"Yeah…" Akali replied, slightly disheartened. How could Yasuo forgive her so easily? However, considering the magnitude of hardships he's been through, forgiveness must come easy. It was amazing: only after seeing him once, only after speaking to him once made her change her mindset completely. Someone like him couldn't be the killer… Right?
Definitely not.
She was now certain. She's executed many before, and the only person who did not resist was Yasuo. Why would a person who's not only on the run, but possess such power not fight back? She knew he could take her down easily…
"Akali!" Kennen shouted, clearly annoyed. "Stop day dreaming already. Let's go eat" he grumbled.
The ninja gently shook her head back and forth, as if to rid herself of her own thoughts. "Haha… Sorry Kennen. Let's go." Kennen nodded, and they walked together to the dining area.
Deep, delicious aromas filled the air in the dining hall. The chefs were to prepare a fine meal for tonight to give a warm welcome to Yasuo. Shen leaned against one of the walls, breathing in the scent. He sighed a satisfied sigh, enjoying the smells that filled the air, and pleased that a great meal would be served. He gently pushed himself off the wall, and headed towards Yasuo's room.
As he approached, faint sobs and sniffles could be heard. What on earth? He picked up the pace and gently, yet forcefully opened the door. "Yasuo?!"
He stopped.
There laid a sleeping Yasuo, tears running down his cheeks. The window had opened, and wind was blowing left and right. Intrigued, Shen tiptoed his way to the bedside.
His lips were quivering, knuckles white grasping onto the bed sheets. His eyes were sealed shut, tears begging to escape. His breath was hot and heavy, his face a light flush of pink.
"Yone…" He began. Shen moved a little closer, interested as to who this "Yone" character was.
"Yone… Yone! … YONE! I'M SORRY YONE I'M SORRY!" he half shouted as tears flowed freely, tossing and turning in despair. The gusts of wind became stronger and stronger as he fought off his visions. A nightmare…
Shen slowly brought his hands towards Yasuo's shoulders, getting a hold of them to stop him from the tossing and turning. The samurai fought against it for a second, breathing heavily. However, after a few seconds he seemed to calm down, shaking slightly. Shen watched as his chest began to rise and fall a little slower as he began rubbing his shoulders in a calming manner. Suddenly, a somewhat maternal instinct came over him. He examined his face: Distraught and in despair. He raised an un-gloved thumb under his eyes, and began gently wiping the tears away. He then put the back of his hand against his forehead. Seems like a fever… He decided he would give him some medicine later. He brought his attention to his hair, damp with sweat and sticking to his face. He pushed the strands back as best as he could, in a petting motion. This seemed to calm the distraught samurai quite well, and Shen did indeed notice. He repeated this motion a few times… and then a few more times. One minute passed… then two… then five. There Shen sat, trying his best to get Yasuo to sleep normally again. He leaned in a little closer and whispered "It's ok Yasuo… You're safe now… Its ok…"
Wait. What the hell am I doing?! Shen panicked, and sprung off the bedside way faster than he needed to. He backed up slowly, only too look at Yasuo now sleeping peacefully, like a baby. He smiled internally, a warmth of satisfaction flowing through his veins. He quickly shook his head back and forth. What the hell?!
He finally realised, this is what he was trying to avoid his whole life.
"Emotions…" he whispered.
But why? This felt fine to him. Is that why it was dangerous?
He didn't understand whatsoever.
The confused ninja decided to ignore it for now, and walked toward the dresser in the other corner of the room. He opened one, only to reveal a beautiful dark blue and black yukata, hand woven with the finest materials in Ionia. He picked it up, and plucked a potion from his pocket alongside it. He set the things on the nightstand next to the sleeping samurai, and made his way out. But before he left, he turned back one last time to get one last look. He sighed.
What are you doing to me Yasuo?