Eventually, my blades will find their way into you

As most of you know, Yasuo has a lot of hair. But he’s pretty good at managing all that, even on the worst days. It’s not often that one finds him out and about looking like he got up on the wrong side of the bed. But this was a very unusual day. He was in his spot at the tavern, at the back, staring hard at his untouched drink with a somewhat shell shocked expression. There weren’t many people there at this time of day, but he did look up to see someone he sort of knew taking a seat nearby.

"Talon!" Yasuo whispered fiercely, even though there was no reason to whisper. He got up, clinging to his drink, and replaced himself at the other man’s table. "Good god, man, there’s something in my room. I can’t go back." He breathed and looked around before continuing. "I don’t know where it came from. I don’t know if it’s a he or a she. I don’t know what to do." He was gripping the edge of the table, frowning seriously at Talon. "It’s a… baby. I’ll give you anything. I’ll pay you. Just tell me what to do."

There weren’t exactly any adoption services at the Institute, or spare mothers waiting around for an extra, or any other helpful things for that matter. 

Yasuo scratched the back of his head and blinked before saying quickly, “I don’t mean… you can’t kill it. That’s not what I mean.”

A content little sigh fell from the assassins lips as he took his seat in the tavern, bringing his drink up to his lips. This time of day was the best to come here, seeing as he was less likely to be bothered.

Or..so he thought.

Talon briefly thought about sinking under the table to try and hide when he heard someone call out to him, but he didn’t get the chance before they took the initiative to sit at his table. Grumbling internally he lifted his eyes to look at his company. “You know I would really rather..be..Wow you look like shit.” He had lost his train of thought completely as soon as he got a good look at the ronin across from him. He looked like he got ran through by one of his own cyclones.

The assassin could only listen as Yasuo chattered on frantically. Wait, what? “Woah woah woah, hold on a second.” He held up a hand, a look of disbelief apparent on his face. “You’re telling me that there’s a baby in your room. Like, a real baby? A human one? And you don’t know where it came from?" 

It was a ridiculous mistake, an amateur one. He had been conditioning in one of the many training rooms around the institute, as he did every night. When a wave of dizziness came over him, from lack of sleep no doubt. Before he could regain composure he was tumbling to the ground, and his own blade affixed to his arm was cutting into his torso.

Talon's breathing was labored as he stopped to lean against the wall. Ah, where was his room? Squinting into the dark hallway, the doors blurred and seemed to swirl into one another. Talon blinked rapidly, a futile attempt to steady his vision. He felt weak and lightheaded. How much blood had he lost? He squinted down at himself, the entire front of his uniform was slick with blood. Talon knew he had to move quickly.