The Misfit's Emperor (Revamped Edition)

Chapter 2

We stopped at the station, we stepped off the car and samira cross her arms and checked her watch.

Samira: "Where is that damn valet" she huffed, the valet came rushing to her and panting "Took you long enough," she grumbled, eyes scanning the lot. A valet scurried over, panting slightly.

Valet: "Apologies, ma'am," he wheezed. "Seems you weren't parked in the designated area."

Samira, Y/N and Riven looked around at the half empty parking lot. Samira raised a skeptical eyebrow, glancing around the half-empty parking lot.

Samira: "Designated area? It's practically deserted here." Samira handed the keys to the valet and cracked her neck, she went to the trunk and took out all the bags. "Come on don't be lazy you two, Don't just stand there gawking." she tossed over her shoulder, a hint of impatience in her voice. Riven and Y/N exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them before they each begrudgingly grabbed a bag.

The station echoed with the distant rumble, a low tremor that vibrated through the ground. Samira, mid-heave with a hefty suitcase, paused and glanced towards the tracks. A plume of white steam billowed into the sky, a harbinger of the approaching train.

Riven: "Finally," she muttered, a hint of relief in her voice. "Let's get this show on the road."

Y/N: "I hope this doesn't go to shit as soon as i get there"

The station doors hissed open, revealing a glimpse of the bustling interior. People milled about, some laden with luggage, others eager to disembark. Samira, never one for dawdling, strode towards the entrance, her boots clicking on the polished floor.

Riven: "Keep up, you two," she called back, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Samira: "Hah! i've graduated from the academy, don't worry about me"

The three of us enter the train, samira helps me pack my items into the storage compartments in our compartment, it was in first class reserved for me and riven.

Samira fixes my collar and pats me down, having a gentle smile on her face as she lifts my chin up.

Samira: "I won't be with you for a while," she said, her voice uncharacteristically quiet. Lifting Y/N's chin, she met his gaze. A gentle smile played on her lips, a stark contrast to her usual smirk. "The Academy doesn't allow outsiders in the dorms. I need to finish up this interview process, but I'll keep you in the loop. Stay safe, alright?"

Samira wasn't just a bodyguard; she was a shield that had guarded me since my teenage years. More than that, she was a confidante, someone I could trust with anything. Hired by my grandfather to watch over my powerless youth, she'd become an anchor in my life. Even with my newfound abilities, the thought of her leaving churned my stomach.

Y/N: "I'll stay safe, you don't have to worry about me I have powers now" I flashed my tattoo to her and winked. "can you get us something to eat? the three of us haven't had lunch yet"

Samira: "Alright, kiddo," Samira said with a wink, giving my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Stay tight, I'll see if I can snag us some lunch from the stewards." With that, she slid the compartment door shut, leaving Riven and me to our own devices.

My fingers brushed against the stylized sun tattooed on my arm, a constant reminder of my newfound abilities.

Y/N:  "I'll be fine, Samira," I assured her, a playful glint in my eyes. "Remember? I've got some tricks up my sleeve now."

The train pulled into the next station, disgorging a wave of passengers. A flicker of movement caught my eye – a flash of purple hair framed by red-tinted glasses. The woman paused by our compartment door, a ghost of resemblance to the girl in my dream. But the bustling station quickly swallowed her whole, and I shrugged it off, returning to my phone. Riven slumbered peacefully in the corner, while Samira meticulously cleaned her pistol, the rhythmic click-clack echoing in the quiet cabin.

Restlessness gnawed at me.

Y/N: "Think I'll take a stroll around the train," I announced, pushing myself out of the plush seat. "No need to follow, just need to stretch my legs a bit."

The rhythmic click-clack of Samira's cleaning faded behind Y/N as he ventured into the bustling train corridor. A cacophony of sounds filled the air – the rhythmic rumble of the train, the murmur of conversations, the clatter of luggage. He pushed through the throng, dodging a porter laden with oversized crates and a family wrestling with a wailing toddler.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the din. "Y/N?"

He whirled around, his heart skipping a beat. Standing a few paces away were two figures he hadn't seen in years. Yone, his older half-brother, with his wild windblown hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. Beside him stood Yasuo, this lovable bum who never quite had it together.

Y/N: "Yone? Yasuo?" Y/N blurted, disbelief melting into a grin. "No way, it can't be you guys!" It felt like a lifetime since their last meeting.

Yone flashed his signature lopsided grin, one eyebrow raised.

Yone: "Who else, cousin? Heard you were on this fancy train, Academy-bound. Figured we'd crash the party. We're heading for our next semester, and you're heading for your first."

Yasuo mumbled something under his breath. Y/N caught a stray word – "Warframe." He sighed, already sensing an argument brewing.

Sure enough, Yasuo whipped out his phone, shoving the screen in Y/N's face.

Yasuo: "Four months offline, man! Seriously? And that Valkyr set? Still waiting, remember? The one I practically begged you to grind for?"

 Y/N: "I never agreed to that! I sent the money back, remember?" They bickered back and forth, a familiar rhythm despite the years apart. Suddenly, a thought jolted Y/N. "Wait, how's the old man?" He hadn't visited Ionia in ages. Their shared mentor had taken him in, taught him to fight, given him a sense of belonging.

Yone's grin faltered for a brief moment.

Yone: "Still in the hospital, I'm afraid. Not looking good, from what we last heard."

Yasuo: "Master was sick. He wants all three of us there when we get a chance. Maybe in a month or so we can go back to visit him, if you're up for it." Yasuo's tone softened.

Y/N: "I don't mind. Master Souma was there for me, why shouldn't I be there for him?"

Yone: "Wise words." Yone crossed his arms, nodding with a smirk. 

Yasuo: "Let's hope he gets our dorm." Yasuo added

Yone: "Time will tell, but I hope so all the same." Yone glanced at his brother. 

Y/N: "Are you guys dorm mates with Riven?" Y/N asked.

Yasuo: "Nah, she's with those blade girls." Yasuo shook his head.  "We're with Kayn. I guess they want all the Ionians in the same place. We also have a Zaunite girl, a Demacian, and someone from up north. Ekko is with Riven. Let's just hope he doesn't start begging you to send him plat or Valorant skins."

Y/N: "Yeah, I'm not giving Ekko any more skins. He practically asked me to buy an entire bundle for him. I'm not doing that again." ; "Acting like you don't do the same," Y/N shot back.

Yasuo: "It was one time," Yasuo defended. "I wanted that Glitch pop skin, man! I didn't have enough money DJ'ing pays per show."

Yone: "Where are your guy's compartments" 

Y/N: "compartment 12A"

Yasuo: "Of course it's one of the fancy ones" 

Y/N: "Blame my grandad"