Hi guys! Here with an exciting update. So this chapter is kinda longer than my other ones, and I really hope that you'll enjoy it.

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Yasuo gently closed his eyes as Akali left the room and shut the door behind her. The room was dark, and the samurai was left to his own thoughts. He crawled under the covers until the top half of his face was covered, somewhat giving him a sense of security. He then let the exhaustion get the best of him as he drifted off into a deep slumber.

"Yasuo?"

"Yasuo!"

The young samurai felt his shoulders being shaken, as if trying to be woken up.

"Ugh… what?" he groaned, clearly annoyed. He awoke to see a face similar to his, only with lighter skin and darker hair. His face was one of seriousness and annoyance, his folded arms adding to the whole attitude.

"You do this every time Yasuo. You know you should be a little bit more respectful towards the people that even brought you here in the first pla-"

"Yeah yeah I know, whatever. I'm getting up now."

"Right… And fix your hair, it looks… Odd" the young man sighed, pointing to his own hair. It was tied in a tight, lower ponytail. The jet black locks were perfectly in place, running halfway down his back. Yasuo grunted in response, trying to comb his fingers through his hair but failing miserably as his hair was tangled and matted.

"Yeah whatever Yone, I get it; you're perfect and I should aspire to be like you blah blah blah" he uttered. Yone rolled his eyes at this.

"You know I've never said that. Now hurry up." he muttered, handing him his uniform. Yasuo took it a little forcefully, smirking at Yone's response. The young man sighed, and made his way to the door. As much as he hated Yasuo's antics, it did add a little more light to his dull life. He sighed, turning around. "As the only person wielding the wind technique, you should present yourself better you know." Yone smiled a rare smile, and unfolded his arms. Yasuo looked at him questioningly.

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden? You never act like this."

Yone brought his hand to the back of his neck, itching slightly. "I don't know Yasuo… It's just-" He paused, as if trying to find the right words to say. He then continued, his lost-in-thought expression turning into a smile again. "It's just that I'm really proud of you Yasuo… I'm really proud to be your brother- no, honored."

Yasuo was a little shocked; it was rare that Yone ever spoke unless he was scolding him (despite him being younger). But he felt pride and happiness run through his veins as those words were spoken.

"Oh you" Yasuo chuckled, and shot himself out of bed toward Yone. He embraced him tightly and rubbed the top of his head roughly, messing up the top of it.

"Yasuo! You jerk you ruined my hair-"

"Oh shut up. Moments like this are rare you know" he smiled, and soon enough the two brothers were laughing together. Once their laughing fit was over, motioned for Yone to sit down. He hesitated at first, but then sat down.

"Here, let me fix this mess I made." Yasuo grabbed the horse hair brush from one of the wooden cabinets near the bed, and brushed the stray strands back into place. He then smoothed it over with his hands, and pushed Yone to the mirror.

"Better?" the young samurai asked.

"Much" he replied, smiling at his reflection. "Now you hurry up and get ready, I'll meet you in the dojo when you're done." And with that, Yone made his way out the door.

All of a sudden, thick, black smoke entered the room. Yasuo couldn't move or speak, no matter how hard he tried. All the furniture surrounding him began to melt away, disappearing into the blackness. He struggled internally, scared and confused as to what was going on and why he couldn't fight it. He watched helplessly as more and more smoke surrounded, him until eventually his vision was completely blackened. The scenery then changed to an eerie one, the sky a mesh of reds and oranges, black clouds of smoke randomly appearing from various explosions around the temple Yasuo once trained in. It was obvious that this was war.

As Yasuo was given his senses back, he took a quick look at his hands, scrunching them experimentally to see if he could move, then taking a look at his surroundings. He was at the front of a forest, scattered trees leading into more and more greenery. He then brought his attention to a particular willow tree that stood in front of him, and he froze. He screamed internally: he didn't want to live this moment again. But before he could continue his thoughts he was cut off by a familiar war cry coming from behind him.

"Arghhhh!"

Yasuo ducked instinctively, grabbing the attacker's wrist and pinning him down to the ground. He examined the man beneath him, and immediately wished he hadn't. Yasuo stiffened.

It was Yone.

"Still sharp as ever I see" Yone growled, his eyes narrowing in anger. "I'd think that a murderer would be a little less acute with their senses after doing something so terrible."

"Yone I didn't-"

He was cut off by a kick to the stomach. As Yasuo flew backwards, his brother stood up, dusting off his pants and walking towards him slowly. Yasuo quickly stood up, raising his hands in defeat.

"Don't do this Yone!" he yelled, looking him straight in the eyes.

Yone's regularly light brown eyes gleamed with not only revenge, but an overwhelming sense of hurt.

"I thought you were better than this Yasuo! Why… Why…" he yelled, his voice getting caught up as he tried to continue. Yasuo walked toward him, reaching his hand towards Yone's shoulder to comfort him like he always did.

"NO!" Yone screamed, backing up at the intended contact. Yasuo's eyes widened.

"I don't want the hands of a murderer on me!" he hollered, fingering the hilt of his sword. He began unsheathing it slowly.

"I… I trusted you Yasuo… I looked up to you… I wanted to be like you! But now…" his voice cracked, as tears escaped his eyes. "But now I'm so ashamed… I'm so ashamed of you! What happened?!" he wailed. "What happened to the Yasuo I knew?!" He pulled out his sword faster than Yasuo anticipated, and charged at him. Yasuo quickly responded by grabbing his sword, but before he could, Yone swung his sword straight across Yasuo's face. Yasuo tried to avoid the sharp metal, but he was too late. The blade cut across the middle of his face, over his nose and across his cheeks. He winced, and sucked in a deep breath at the pain.

That's when he knew this was serious.

Yasuo quickly got a hold of his sword, avoiding all the attacks from Yone as he swung at him like a madman. Swing after swing, Yasuo evaded. No matter how hard Yone tried, he was no match for him. But that didn't stop him. Although he was becoming out of breath, he kept swinging, enraged that Yasuo wasn't fighting back.

"Stop messing with me Yasuo! Fight!" he yelled, his voice headed and parted between breaths.

"Yone you don't need to do this!" he screamed in return, dodging his attacks furiously. "I didn't do it! You have to believe me!" he wailed, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

"Stop bullshitting me! He was killed by a wind technique, no one else can use that shit except you!" he roared, slashing particularly hard against Yasuo's waist.

"Gah!" Yasuo screamed as the blade cut across him particularly deep. "Yone you have to believe me, I didn't do it! Why would I?! "

Yone ignored his pleas, continuing to hack away at Yasuo.

"I'll only believe you if you kill me!" he screamed. "It's either you die for your sins, or I die trying to bring justice!"

Yasuo started sobbing between evasions, coming to the realization that Yone was never going to give this up. He had to kill him; it was the only way the real criminal would be brought to justice. Time seemed to slow down as Yasuo screamed in response, elbowing the arm that held the sword that Yone carried. He pinned him down, the force of his elbow breaking his arm as he hit the ground. Yone wailed in agony as he forcibly let go of his sword, watching it roll across the dirt away from him. He then looked up at a teary eyed Yasuo, his sword raised above his head.

"I'm sorry Yone!" he wailed, sobbing heavily. "I'm sorry I have to do this!"

He cried out as he forced the sword down, headed towards Yone's chest. Yone looked at Yasuo, then let his eyes trail down the glistening silver sword. Despite the whole situation, Yone couldn't help but admire the sword: the beautiful details adorning it, how it was sharpened to perfection, and how the setting sun reflected off of it, giving the metal a beautiful golden glow. He took one last look around him, and closed his eyes in preparation as the sword inched its way closer and closer to him. He suddenly let out a wheezy gasp as the beautiful but deadly sword impaled him.

"Yone!" Yasuo screamed, making his way to his brothers side.

Yone sat there, withered gasps for air escaping him, his eyes wide as he made eye contact with Yasuo. The sword had most certainly punctured his lungs, making it almost impossible to breath. His gasps became more desperate as his life was slowly, but surely, escaping him. The dying man brought a shaking hand up towards Yasuo's face, feeling his cheek wet with flowing tears. His mouth then gaped open, as if trying to say something.

"Yone speak to me!" he pleaded desperately, as tears poured out.

"I guess-" he paused, gasping for air. "I guess it really wasn't you Yasuo…" he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry for doubting you Yasuo…" a lone tear escaped his eye. Yasuo was shaking at this point, a mixture of sadness and rage filling him. Yone noticed this, and tried his best to smile one last time as he grasped his cheek a little harder. "Make sure you find him Yasuo…" he whispered desperately. "Make my death meaningful…."

"I promise I will Yone, on the death of me!" he sobbed, grasping onto his arm.

"Good…" he whispered, his eyes slowly shutting. "I will always be proud of you… Yasuo."

And with that, his eyes shut, his mouth wide open.

He was gone.

"Yone…"

"Yone!" Yasuo yelled, crying so much that he thought he was going to run out of tears.

"YONE!" He screamed in agony, clutching his limp, cold arm as if it were all he had left.

He sobbed nonstop, uncontrollable rage filled him. He vowed he would find who did this, find the person that ruined his life.

All of a sudden, Yone's body, alongside the rest of the scene, started to dissipate. In it's place, a pure white state of limbo made its way. Yasuo felt himself floating in nothingness, a calming warmth enveloping the distraught samurai. He felt himself relaxing to the sensation, soaking up the aura that surrounded him. He then heard a familiar monotone voice calling out to him.

"Yasuo?!"

Yasuo looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but he couldn't. He was then surprised by two very real, very warm hands against his shoulders, grasping them in a comforting manner. He then looked up, only to see two alluring, glowing golden eyes looking back at him.

"Shen…" he whispered, admiring the the face in front of him. Although most of it was covered, there was a caring, concerned aura emanating from the ninja. He watched as Shen examined him carefully, bringing his hand toward the samurai's forehead. He shut his eyes to the touch, relishing in the warmth of his hand. Shen shut his eyes as he waited for a while, seeming to be in thought as to what could be wrong. He then opened his eyes, nodding to himself in understanding. Shen then glanced at his forehead, and moved his hand from his forehead toward his hairline. He started petting him gently, pushing the stray strands of hair back in place.

"Shen… " Yasuo repeated gently, however it was clear that Shen couldn't hear him, so he shut his eyes once more and melted to the touch of his hands. Minutes passed, however it felt like hours, and Yasuo didn't want it to end. He opened his eyes once more, only to look at the ninja's eyes again. Almost on queue, the ninja began to speak:

"It's ok Yasuo… You're safe now… It's ok…"

And with that, Shen began to slowly fade away, the comforting hand motions with him. Yasuo looked around, desperate for him not to leave. His vision began to fade to blackness once more.

"Shen, wait! Shen!" he plead desperately. But to no avail.

Yasuo woke up abruptly, slightly out of breath looking for Shen. He then realized that it was all just a dream, and rubbed his eyes. "What the heck…" he whispered, in shock of how real that dream was, how real all the sensations were. He sighed, slightly disappointed. He secretly wished it was real, but that was silly.

Wait a minute. Dinner! He panicked internally, realising he probably woke up late. Akali had informed him to be at the dining area by six o'clock sharp, and the clock clearly showed that it was seven thirty. He quickly threw himself out of bed and grabbed the yukata that had been placed on his nightstand, and downed the potion alongside it.

Before he walked out the door, he took a quick look at himself in the mirror. He expected his hair to be messed up and his face to be soiled with tears… But none of that was there.

Was it real? He wondered, scratching his head. Probably not. He concluded, noting how well the dark blue yukata complimented him. Good choice indeed.

He made his way out of the room, toward the dining hall. In the corner of the corridor was a sneaky Kennen, who had watched the whole ordeal take place. He smiled. Maybe after all these years, maybe just maybe Shen would embrace his emotions. He liked where this was going. Satisfied, he followed Yasuo to the dining hall, excited as to what would happen in the future.