Yasuo x Ahri (First Time Fan Fiction, Ever Writing)
Hello, I wanted to write a fan fiction for the first time, I had something coming at me and inspiring me. I'm not remotely close to done, I wrote this in an hour, what do you think of it so far? I'm making a video with it, and here's the song I selected for the background. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vindWE_XnWs Read it while listening :)
His eyes stay glanced at his feet as he wondered the dark woods' road. With the moon shining so bright, the wind sweeping leaves across the path, the broken warrior recalled the look upon his brother's eyes as he passed away in Yasuo's arms. Overwhelmed and frustrated, Yasuo stopped to lean against an old fainted tree. Wind was all he had... all he ever had by his side anymore. Playing the flute made him felt at ease, the melodies given by the wind.
In the distance, he heard a cry, a beautiful voice as she scurried towards him. Bleeding and struggling to make her way to him, this beautiful creature collapsed before his eyes. The man slowly put down his flute, tucking it away into his traveler's bag. His eyes were caught on hers as she reached her right arm out to him then suddenly dropped to her sides. With his wind companion, Yasuo noticed a small mob headed his direction. It seemed that she tried to escape from the bandits. He stood ahead of her, soullessly gripped onto his sword's handle as he slowly drew the blade. The three bandits raised their swords high, rushing to strike a blow at Yasuo. "Out of the way!," one shouted. With a quick blow, Yasuo stroke a heavy wind against the three men's chests, ending their lives without remorse.
As the three fell to the ground, one muttered, "It's him... Yasuo. The betrayer of Ionia." He quickly tucked his sword back into his scabbard then turned to the fox demon. She lied motionless on the ground while the wind began to sway the fur on her nine majestic tails. He came by her side and held her up in his arms. The warrior examined the cuts and injuries embedded in her soft skin, slightly mesmerized by her beauty. "An eyesore, now's not the time," he mentioned as he carried her away in search for a shelter to fix her wounds.
After a while of traveling with the creature in his arms, there was what seemed to be an abandoned shrine shrouded away from the village nearby. He gently pushed the doors opened with his foot and took a step into the cold building, laying her down on a ragged blanket he had found in the shrine. That night, he undressed her and treated her wounds before he sat against the wooden wall to close his eyes. He fell asleep as he watched her lie, rested.
