Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

PROJECT: Home	By : LadyofJustice Category: +G through L > League of Legends Views: 4826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this property from League of Legends, including the characters, nor do I get any money from writing this. All things here belong to Riot Games.

Chapter List
- 1-PROJECT: Home
- 2-Reconstructed
- 1
- 2
A/N: Hey guys, Lady here. I know it's been a while. I guess fanfiction can't really be my steady thing because I haven't posted in fourty years.. but this idea really just kicked me in the face after I watched the Project video. I think the Project Yi skin is sexy as hell, and there just aren't enough good Yi stories. So here you go, one of my favorite pairings. Enjoy. Hopefully you don't mind me taking a few liberties with the extent of the augments and armor!

P.S : Memory sequences will be in Italics
------------
Night had fallen.
It fell quickly and suddenly in this bright and broken city, and it made him feel strange. He didn't have enough conviction to hate it, but it made him uncomfortable and he shifted uneasily in his dark corner. The others were with him, in their respective places, silence permeating the air. After what felt like hours, he stood, silent as a ghost, hilt of his augmented sword tight in hand, and began to walk away. Part of him hoped that no one would see. Leona was preoccupied with her new sheild in the farthest corner; she'd been silent the longest... Lucian was laying on a broken old couch, and seemed to be asleep.. Could they even sleep anymore? Yi didn't know. He had been awake ever since the others had pulled him out of that facility. He didn't feel tired. Even though they'd been running all over this horrible place, he didn't feel weak. The barest tingles of hunger pinched at his belly, but even that felt like a memory. Whether Leona noticed, or Lucian awoke, they thankfully said nothing. Fiora however, was not so easily swayed.
"Where are you going, Yi?" She demanded, her accent still thick, despite being diluted by an obvious mechanical echo in her voice. The former Wuju master stopped at the door and didn't turn around. "I am going home." There was no room for negotiation in his voice, no question, no giving. "We need to stick together." She demanded, standing, the purple glow of her augmented body illuminating the sleek silver armor that protected her face. Perhaps he did need to stay, perhaps they did need to stick together... until they could leave together, but he couldn't. He could still feel the beating of his heart inside of his chest, although it seemed to beat to a different tune now.. and it pulled him sharply. Pulled him away, pulled him home. Ionia. He clenched his fist. He had to leave. Would he blame any of them for doing the same? No. "Goodbye." It was curt and he didn't linger long enough for her to retaliate. Instead he did what he once had done better than most, and could now do better still.
He ran.
---
"I don't know what to do. I've never had this kind of emotion before. I can't believe he just.. uughh!." A frustrated snuff followed the outcry, and a slender middle aged woman, all brown skin and curves clad in fur threw herself down into a nearby hammoc. Another, more neatly dressed creature sat at a nearby tea table, all nobility and grace, picture perfect peace. The Lotus fused Mantle of Decorum floating serenly beind her head easily gave away her position in Ionia as an Elder. "You love him." Karma said assuredly, offering no room for argument, bringing a fragile tea cup to her lips and taking a sip, as if it were the most casual conversation in the world. As if the one known as Master Yi hadn't been missing for nearly three months. Sitting her cup down after a moment of contemplation, she couldn't help but to give a gentle smile, "It's not such a bad thing, you know." An answer which only made the other woman, known as Nidalee press her palms into her forest colored eyes, shaking her head. "It is when he's gone." she murmured, and although she sounded irritated, Karma could hear the unfamiliar tinge of pain layering her voice. She gazed upon her friend with sympathy and shook her head, closing her own eyes. "We all have felt the pain of his absence, but you must understand better than anyone, dearest Nidalee, that you are both free spirits. If he returns for anything, it will be for his his two truest loves.. Ionia.. and you."
The other woman didn't move, allowing the soft breeze to sway her in the hammoc. Closing her eyes she could easily picture all the evenings she'd ever spent curled up in that same swing, head resting on the chest of a quirky Ionian blade master. She didn't say anything, depite the fact that Karma might have had a point. Of course they both had been in understanding.. Nidalee was.. well, Nidalee. The feline was just as wild as the jungles she'd grown up in, she enjoyed her independance, her freedom. If she ever wanted to leave, he let her, knowing that he would see her soon enough. And the same went for him. He was free spirited, he was Ionian in everything he did. If ever he wanted to leave the jungles for his homland she didn't stop him, knowing in unspoken words that he too, would come back to her, or at least that she would see him again. Nidalee was passion and she was chaos, a protector and truth. He was peace and serenity, a wanderer and a rogue. If she was fire, he was wind, and they complimented each other well. Karma could see it better than most; sure she'd had her doubts about her good friend and his interesting case of jungle fever, but the vivacious feline had won her over almost as quickly as she had the Wuju bladesman.
They both had thought nothing when he'd suddenly up and gone from his home in the verdant fields of Ionia; leaving Nidalee warm and happy in his bed. After a few days she'd returned home to the Kumungu jungle to check on her territory, and stayed for almost a month before returning. It was only then she became slightly alarmed, and went to Karma for answers, only to find that everyone else was doing the same. No one had seen him. Master Yi had become part of a string of strange disappearances around Runterra. The duelist of Demacia, Fiora had gone missing, and no one had seen the wadering Yasuo in an unusually long stretch of time. Syndra had come down from her castle in the sky to assault Ionia, more specifically, Shen, lamenting over her missing lover, the Shadow-Master, Zed. From the tops of Mount Targon, the Rakkor warriors and Order of the Solari raged and bellowed their horns of war. Their sun, the Radiant Dawn known as Leona had also disappeared. Not even the Shadow Isles had been safe from snatching. Lucian too, had not been seen in nearly a month, prompting Shauna Vayne to travel herself to the Isles to look for him, only to find that not even they had been plagued by his presence in some time.
The Institute of War launched a full investigation, but after another month of the still missing champions, they had no clues and no leads, not even Piltover's finest could find the small corner of the world they'd been taken. Wherever they'd gone, whomever had taken them, none left any clue as to where they were going.. or why. It had nearly been three months, and the search efforts had all but died off. Nidalee let her arms wrap over her head and she didn't move, nor speak, and Karma knew that she didn't believe her... wouldn't let herself believe. Standing silently she walked over to the hammoc and rested the soft petals of a lotus flower on the other woman's flat stomach and pressed her hand to her arm silently in goodbye before taking her leave. Karma hoped that Nidalee would find peace. Something in her knew that the Wuju Bladesman was not so easily removed from this world, and she hoped that the other woman would come to realize it soon enough. Until then, she would leave her to her grief, and meditate on her own later, but for now, she knew her presence did nothing but remind the feline of what she'd lost.
The day passed slowly and Nidalee didn't move from the hammoc under the blossoming cherry trees, ignoring the buzzing of the bees and the feel of the soft petals as they slowly covered her with their sweet smelling bodies. Her body was still, but her thoughts were racing, emotions building even as she attempted to force them down, trying to stifle the pain in her chest and the burning wetness at her eyes. Never had she allowed anyone, or anything effect her so deeply, she was too strong, too independent. She was primal! She felt nothing but the hot jungle air on her skin and the thrill of the hunt in her blood. Not pain, not grief. Those were human emotions, not hers... It were as if they belonged to someone else entirely, so foriegn was the feeling, and she wished she could thrash them for it.
Suddenly she sat up, tears spilling down her white-striped cheeks, as she snatched the lotus from her person, crushing it in her fingers and with a cry of rage she turned and threw it as hard as she could. Didn't Karma realize that her peace of the Lotus bullshit was worthless now?? What good was anything if it couldn't bring back the people you cared about? What good was a lotus in the face of dispair? All at once, shock stifled her outburst as the innocent flower bounced harmlessly off the dark grey armor covering the chest of the creature she hadn't even realized had approached. Instantly she shot backwards, pushing into the hammoc in alarm; nothing had ever been able to sneak up so close to her before, even distracted.. Who.. ?
The robotic figure tilted it's head at her, it's multiple glowing eyes studying her carefully before her jaw fell open and she leaned forward ever so slightly.. "Y-Yi? ... Oh Gods.. is that you in there?" Nidalee slung one of her legs out of the hammoc, her bare foot brushing the grass as she watched, not even realizing she was holding her breath. It couldn't be. She had to be dreaming. She wanted him back so much her mind was playing tricks on her for sure... One robotic hand reached up to the shiny mask covering his face, pressing a hidden point just at the back of his jaw, and with a soft whirr, the bottom half retreated. Instantly the woman shot up, faster than he could draw his blade in alarm and threw herself into his hard chest, giving one choked sob as she clung to him; "I thought you were gone."
----
Yi wasn't sure how long he'd been running, only that slowly, the land melted away around him. Unfamiliar territory slowly blended into familliar, and soon enough he wasn't even sure he was the one running anymore. He barely knew where he was going, he only knew that the direction felt.. right. He let his instinct, the faint whispers of his memory guide him. Once he reached the ocean, he had a few days of uncertainty, knowing that he was close but unsure of how to proceed.. until he found a boat loudly advetising the fact that it was going home. Ionia. He got plenty of stares as he boarded, but no one stopped him, whether they were too afraid, or simply uncaring, he wasn't sure, he didn't care to ask. He sat in the gallows of the ship in silence, letting the sounds of the ocean lull the memories from him as the vessel crashed and plunged atop the waves.
He could see rolling green hills for miles, the sharp incline of mountains in the distance, their peaks hidden with soft pillowy clouds. A small hut, a cottage stood in a circle of cherry trees, their pink perfect blossoms flowing around him. He could smell them on the air as they tickled his skin and caught in his long black hair; a laugh caused his ears to prick and he turned his head, watching a soft curved figure dancing through the trees... He couldn't see her face, but he could see the sun flashing on her dark skin, the brush of her silky hair against his cheek... he could feel her heartbeat under his fingers as he caught her wrist in his hand and pulled her against his chest. Pools of green stared endlessly back at him.
Yi brought a hand to his mask, where his mouth sat unmoving under the shiny grey steel and shook his head. The glowing orange lights that replaced his trademarked goggles were unblinking as he stared ahead, attempting to reconstruct the memory, and many like it as the wind howled above, tossing the ship back and forth. Again he lost track of how much time had passed before they hit solid ground, and he emerged once more onto the docks of a dark Ionian port. Unsure of how late it was, he didn't bother stopping, he was too close, and instead continued his journey. Home. He was almost home.
Ionia
He wandered alone through the shadows of familiar cities and towering bamboo forests.. Glimpses of memories plagued him the whole road, and only seemed to still as he reached the green rolling fields that he saw every day in his waking dreams.. The sun was starting it's decline, painting the sky in pinks and oranges as he crossed each hill, his heart starting to thump oddly in his chest as he looked to the horizon. He started to make out the sharp incline of mountains against the sheer endlessness of the sky, thin whispy clouds painted orange hiding the peaks. And then he was there. Looking around dumbly he examined the angles of his house, the look of the trees, flowering just as they had in his memory.. Was he dreaming again? Was he back in that god forsaken city of light and metal and sound? Would he wake up only to have more screws and needles jammed into his very being? The thought made him flex and he resisted the urge to pull his blade and he labored for a moment, attempting to soothe his racing heart. The wind tousled the cherry boughs above him, showering Yi with their petals, and he steeled himself. He was awake.
Carefully he stepped around the home, circling it, allowing the breeze to toss his greyed hair as he walked taking it in, step by step. When he reached the back he was mildly surprised to find a woman laying in a white hammoc that swung between two sturdy cherry trees. Yi carefully stepped closer, ever silent, observing that her arms were across her face, and despite how serene and peaceful she looked, his new bionic lenses told him she was suffering. Her heart rate was up, her body heat was rising. Anger and sadness boiled within her and he simply observed, curiously looking her up and down. She was fit, the muscle tone of her legs and arms telling him she was athletic. The curve of her breast and the slope of her hips tugged at something inside of his loins, something he hadn't felt in what seemed like years.. And all at once she burst into movement, clutching the flower he hadn't even realized was balanced on her stomach and tossing it at him. He had to force his reflexes to halt, the urge to pull his augmented blade from it's place and cut her off at the arm; and he froze as the soft petals hit him and fell harmlessly to the ground. Yi's head tilted. He didn't understand the meaning of the gesture.
The woman too had stopped as soon as she realized he was there, tears flowing down her cheeks even as she painted on a look of defiance over her shock. They were both frozen for a moment, and it felt as if time stopped, leaving them there as the world passed them by. Eons passing in moments as he struggled to remember her face, her name, anything about her other than the feel of her flesh under his fingers and the warmth and pain that bloomed in his chest when he finally recognized why there was liquid flowing from her beautiful green eyes. "Y-Yi?"
He was surrounded by green, green everywhere. The air was heavy and thick, humid, hard to suck into his lungs. The jungle. He was running, his heart pounding, his legs burning as he enthusiastically took up chase. His quarry was a small deer, a native to this strange land and infamously hard to catch. Beside him ran a feline, sleek and fast.. so fast. She was a blur and he realized soon enough that it wasn't the deer he was chasing... it was her, she was his true quarry, a creature that could match him in speed and dexterity. That could easily give him a run for his money. All at once the memory shifted and he watched as the feline he was chasing a moment before step over the carcass of the deer, pleasantly surprised as she slowly morphed into a beautiful woman. Tall, dark skin, black hair and eyes as green as the forest around them. She flashed him a cocky smile and he could feel his own lips pulling into a matching grin.
"Nidalee."
He reached up and brushed his metal fingers over the jaw hinge of his mask, forcing it to retreat; and took a sharp intake of breath as the cool Ionian wind brushed across his skin for the first time in months.. Before he could open his mouth and attempt to speak, she was on him, her soft arms wrapping around his middle, her head burying against the cold metal of his armor as she clung to him and sobbed. Uncertainty gripped him for an instant before he carefully wrapped his cold arms around her and gave a gentle squeeze, pressing his lips against her soft hair. Yi's vision darkened as he surrendered himself to the feel of her against him, tightening his grip as he struggled to come to terms with the emotion building up inside of him, so much that he thought he would burst. She thought he was gone? Yi's heart thrummed in his chest as he looked down over her shoulder.. His fingers slid down her lower back, dexterous but each digit was cool, sculpted metal.. his arms were hard and made of the same material, and he wasn't sure how much more of him looked exactly the same. He struggled to feel what was left of him that remained.. human.
What if he was?
------
A/N : I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. I HAD TO GO FLUFFY. T^T
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

PROJECT: Home