Intertwined Pasts (Riven x Yasuo)

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 The Noxians prepared to invade Ionia, and many, Ionians and Noxians alike, were ready to have an "exciting" duel, which was just the all too familiar feeling of killing, no matter the person or their background. As the many people participating prepared, Yasuo stood idle, thinking of his task and the possible outcomes. But he knew there would be only one, if he were to guard the elder, that is.
Yasuo received one simple task that could easily have changed the outcome of his life: guard Elder Roku. Yasuo stood guard, just outside of the door that led to Elder Roku. Yasuo was ready to protect the elder at the cost of his life, but Elder Roku told him to do the exact opposite. He insisted for Yasuo to go to fight along the sides of his allies, and when Yasuo tried to decline, Elder Roku jokingly said that Yasuo would receive harsh punishments. Yasuo knew that he wouldn't be able to persuade him otherwise, so he changed his plans, ready to kill. Elder Roku wished Yasuo good luck as Yasuo quickly ran out of the temple, a slight smirk on his face, his eyes so intense that it could've scared anyone; he had a new feeling: bloodlust. Running through the rough terrain and eventually into the battlefield, Yasuo immediately caught gazes with a stunning girl, with crimson eyes that pierced like no other, and white hair so pure, it could've been mistaken for snow. He snapped out of the gaze, shaking his head in the process. He swiftly sprinted over to the sides of his allies, cutting through many Noxians with his katana, so light in his hand, blood spurring out and onto Yasuo, some of it dripping down slowly. The smell of blood-tainted swords filled the air, causing Yasuo to act even crazier, killing like a machine programmed to do so.
Riven, holding the same gaze, saw a handsome and rather peculiar Ionian staring back at her, his gray eyes looking into her deeply, his long, black hair drifting in the breeze. She remembered her task and looked at the temple, quickly noticing her opportunity to complete her mission: kill the elder. Riven quickly ran to the entrance and examined it before going in; the temple looked to be ancient, and had intricate marks and designs she assumed had to do with the history of Ionia. Riven, running deeper and deeper into the temple, destroyed all that interfered with her effortlessly. Finally reaching the end, she ran through the door of what she presumed to be the room Elder Roku resided in. Elder Roku began to speak quietly, knowing his fate, but Riven gave no mercy, letting a wave of energy discharge from her sword, the best move she was capable of: the Wind Slash.
Riven saw the uneasiness in his eyes, the unsteadiness alike; fear was clearly visible. For a moment, she regretted it, despite the many innocent women and children's blood that stained her hands that gave her no onset of emotion. But only for a moment. He made a groan, the life slowly draining from him, his glossy eyes gazing at her as he fell back and hit the ground with a thud. Riven knew he didn't stand a chance, so why drag out the battle longer than it needed to be? She was only following orders. Riven's upper-blade suddenly shattered into millions, shocking her. Riven, satisfied at the accomplishment of completing her task, even with the shattering of her blade, quickly ran out the temple.
Riven received assistance, and she and her troops quickly escaped, rejoicing at the battle that they won. Even being victorious, with a celebration, Riven's mind kept going astray to the same Ionian man she saw. She shrugged it off, and eventually he had been deep into her mind, her victory enough to distract her for the time being.

Yone stood near Yasuo, a look of disgust and confusion on his face, unsheathing his sword slowly. "Why, brother, why must you have betrayed us? Where has your honor gone?" Yone asked coldly, the swirling winds making his words nearly inaudible, filling both of their heads.
"Believe me brother, when I say this: I didn't kill Elder Roku. I would have taken the punishment of leaving him, but as I learned that I was accused of the murder, if I were to, the true murderer would run free." Yasuo sighed, shivering at the wind's harsh blow, holding back tears as he thought of the wind, the only "companion" he's had all these years; the one who betrayed him.
The two stood there, eyeing each other, both of their eyes red from knowing that this day could happen. That this day would happen. Yasuo could see an unnameable emotion in his eyes: fear, maybe? Confusion? It was so unclear. But it didn't matter now, not after their story had taken grimacing steps, steps that both of them knew would forever taint their tale, little or not.
"If what you're saying is true, then duel me. I can not let me honor leave me. Do not let my death go in vain, and promise me you'll find justice and happiness," Yone replied, both of them knowing the outcome of the battle.
Yasuo's eyes widened at his brother's words; he started to shake uncontrollably. It was already hard killing the many that came after him, their blood staining his hands everlastingly. After a brief moment, Yasuo looked up, unsheathing his sword. He thought of asking Yone if they could fight together, as a team, to eventually prove Yasuo's innocence, but deep down he knew it was pointless, and that Yone would never oblige, since honor was such a huge part of their lives.
They started to circle each other, and they didn't speak; no words could convey the raging emotions burning wildly in their hearts. Not even the wind's high-pitched sounds of anger and confusion.
They fought so long, Yasuo outmatching Yone. Yasuo tried so hard, tried so hard to play defensive, but deep down, he knew it was helpless. After what seemed like an eternity, Yone finally managed to cut him, beginning on his nose and trailing off to just underneath his eye.
"You can't play defensive forever, brother!" Yone screamed, getting sloppier after each passing moment. "You and I both know it well.. Too well for.." Yone said, his voice beginning to trail off.
Yasuo, after so long, finally ended his brother with one swift attack, a river of tears already forming in his eyes. He ran to his brother's side, looking down at him intently.
"Why didn't you believe me, brother?" Yasuo asked, shaking his head in disbelief, anger starting to brew in his mind.
"Who else would it have been, Yasuo?" Yone questioned softly, his final moments approaching them all too fast.
"What do you mean, Yone? It could have been anyone else, so why would you, and everyone else, blame me?" Yasuo replied, tears falling to the ground, their paths being redirected by the harsh winds.
"He was killed by a wind technique Yasuo.. No one else is known to bear the skill.. or be able to use it," Yone replied, shuddering as he took his last, rough breath.
Yasuo understood what had driven him crazy for so long, what had been gnawing at his sanity during all of his time of running. He stared at his brother for a long time, losing track of time. He eventually had to leave, and buried him under a maple tree, his sword marking where he was buried, the leaves falling down just like Yasuo's tears.
Yasuo knew that he wouldn't be able to visit Yone's grave unless his name was cleared, and that he wouldn't cry anymore. He had shed all his tears, and now, the only lead he had was to follow the wind, and to watch his back.