Hello, everyone. This is a fanfic that I decided to create to fill that waiting period between the arcs of my other fanfic, 'Taric and Ahri's Dating Service'. Expect to see this get updated once an arc is finished, and don't expect to see it updated otherwise. Enjoy!

Yasuo stared hard at the woman across the table. When he had been summoned to High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye's office for a request, he didn't think that the request in question could ever be as ridiculous as this.

"Miss Vessaria," he began, leaning forward in his seat. "You do know just what you're asking me to do here, right?"

She returned the samurai's cold glare with an equally frigid one of her own. "Yes, Yasuo, I know precisely what I am asking you to do."

"Then that must mean," he growled. "That you are essentially asking me to babysit a psychotic murderer who happens to be the most wanted man in my country?"

She stared at him, unimpressed. "That's strange. I thought you were the most wanted man in Ionia. After all, the ruling council did pop the lock on Jhin's cell and stuck him in their little cabal." She smirked upon seeing the Unforgiven's bewildered look.

"Th-That's beside the point! All that matters is that he's completely insane and is likely to kill me within the first day of us knowing each other!"

"Don't be too alarmed, Yasuo. All I'm asking of you is to keep an eye on Jhin and make sure he doesn't try anything... Serious. I'll make sure that he brings no harm upon you whatsoever."

His eyes narrowed. "And that's supposed to comfort me? What benefit do I even gain from rooming with a monster like him?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" The High Councilor leaned across the table, a sly smile planted on her lips. "What we will be doing is launching an investigation on our part to find out your master's true murderer, and keep you protected while doing so." Her grin broadening upon seeing his shocked expression, she continued. "But of course, you, a proud samurai of Ionia, must clearly be bound by honor to find the true murderer on his own, with numerous attempts on his life on a daily bas-"

"Enough!" Yasuo yelled. He gritted his teeth. She had him right where she wanted and she knew it. True, he'd much rather redeem himself through his own strength, but the prospect of having his name cleared and finally being able to return home was just too good to pass up. No more assassination attempts. No more constantly looking over his back in bars. No sleepless nights with his sword under his futon. No more anything. He could once again walk among his brethren as one of them at last.

"You... Have a deal," he grudgingly replied. He glared venomously at Vessaria, who was obviously pleased with herself.

"Splendid. Go and pack your things, Yasuo. I want you in Jhin's room in half an hour."

Packing his things was never an issue for Yasuo. All he had was a bedroll, his wine flask, and most importantly, his sword. After all, it's not like a wandering samurai on the run had much need for the luxuries in life. Hell, being alive at the end of the day was a luxury in and of itself.

He stood in front of the door. It was like any other room in the Institute's dorms. However, he knew that whatever was beyond that door must be the home of the very picture of depravity and madness. With a deep breath, he struck the door three times with his knuckle.

"Once more!"

The sudden voice of the most twisted murderer in Ionia nearly made Yasuo jump. "E-Excuse me?"

He heard an exasperated sigh from the other side of the door. "Hit the door one more time."

The samurai reluctantly complied as he knocked on the wood a single time. The door swung open, revealing the Virtuoso standing before him. No matter how many times he looked at him, the smiling mask combined with his malevolent gaze never failed to send chills down Yasuo's spine.

"Hello there, Yasuo. I wasn't expecting you to be my new roommate." His tone gave away some hint of surprise. Yasuo noted that he'd probably have to catch onto those tells if he wanted to communicate with the masked man.

"...Same." He nodded at Jhin expectantly. "So, can I...?"

"But of course." The Virtuoso stood aside to make way, and the Unforgiven entered. He was surprised to see that the room didn't look like some twisted den of insanity, and instead looked like an average dorm room. A small bed of Demacian origin was tidily made and clean in the corner of the room, and the walls were decorated with various elaborate paintings which Yasuo was admittedly impressed by. A small kitchen setup was in another corner, and a small dining table with two chairs was nearby. The only thing that one could use to tell this was even Jhin's room was the small table on which his gun, Whisper, lay upon, with various odds and ends to maintain the weapon surrounding it.

"So, where do you intend to sleep?" Jhin asked, snapping Yasuo out of his reverie.

"Uh, the floor's just fine," he said, moving over to fairly unoccupied part of the room and unfurling his bedroll. Thing's seemed to be going along all right so far, Yasuo thought. Maybe he should at least try and start a conversation?

"So, uh, you get into any matches today?" He asked, eliciting a somewhat surprised gesture of Jhin's head. This tell-reading thing might come easier than he expected.

"Since you happened to ask, I did, as a matter of fact. Went middle lane against that plant champion." Yasuo nodded. Was he talking about Zyra? Maokai, maybe? As he tried figuring out who he was talking about, his thoughts soon wandered the masked man in front of him. Was this even Jhin? The man in front of him seemed too polite, too sane to be the murderous criminal formerly known as the Golden Devil.

"And?" Jhin suddenly broke out into a raucous fit of laughter, making Yasuo jump. The samurai sadly noted that this was, indeed, Jhin, and not someone else.

"Oh, you should have seen it!" He guffawed. "Zyra couldn't touch me once with her roots! She couldn't even last two seconds once I bought my Infinity Edge!" Yasuo began to back away slowly, clearly perturbed by the outburst.

"I made her into art! Into poetry! A fine noose of thorns for her corpse, her arms entwined around the shriveled husks of her plants! Ohhh..." Jhin sank to his knees as he moaned in euphoria. Yasuo pressed himself against the wall, mortified at the words and sounds coming out of his mouth.

"It was beauty itself."

Yasuo decided that he had made a great mistake agreeing to Vessaria's demands. To hell with her investigation. He'd much rather keep looking over his back every two minutes than spend another second with this monster.

"Uh, I've... Got to see the High Councilor. U-Urgent business." He began to inch towards the door, praying that he wouldn't be accosted.

"Of course. It's not right to keep her waiting." He waved to the door, and with a rushed word of thanks, slipped out of the door, trying his best not to break out into a sprint.

Yasuo sighed as he walked down the courtyard's pavement. The evening sun seemed close to setting as the orange light bathing the courtyard slowly faded. Yasuo mulled over the events of the day in silence.

There was no way he could ever go back to that room. What was he thinking when he took up Vessaria's request? He set off down the path that led to the High Councilor's office, eager to drop his little job as soon as possible.

He spotted Master Yi walking towards him, and he raised a hand in greeting, which was reciprocated. The two swordsmen had a little rivalry in regards to whose style of Ionian swordsmanship was better, but both respected the other for being the master of his respective form.

"Hello, Yasuo. You appear to be troubled." Yi said, clearly noticing his furrowed brow. Yasuo sighed.

"Tell me about it. Vessaria made me go and babysit Jhin." After seeing Yi's shocked expression, he continued. "I was just headed over there to drop this damn assignment."

The Wuju Bladesman stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "True, looking after a man of Jhin's character must be no easy task..." Sensing Yasuo's impending objection, he continued. "However, I've heard that he is actually quite harmless off the Fields of Justice."

Yasuo scoffed. "And who did you hear this from? Everyone's most trustworthy mage, LeBlanc?"

Yi let a smile play about his lips. "Lulu."

Yasuo froze. Lulu may be a bit odd, but she hadn't a single lying bone in her body. "Bullshit."

Yi chuckled. "It's true. Poor girl's flowers withered, and Jhin happened to be strolling on by as she was sobbing. Handed her a small collection of lotuses to raise."

"I bet they were one of those infernal mines," Yasuo huffed.

Another chuckle. "I feel you're grasping at straws here, my friend. No, these were genuine Ionian lotuses. Close to my old village, in fact. And not a speck of gunpowder to be found."

The samurai stood, speechless. What could make the most twisted murderer of a nation ever give flowers to a small child? "Did she... tell you the reason? Why he would do that?"

Yi looked up thoughtfully. "Ah, yes, she told me she had indeed asked why he'd do such a thing. The reply was something to do with how 'a child's smile holds great beauty.' Jhin will be Jhin, that is for certain."

Yasuo stood in front of the swordsman, deep in thought. Was Jhin as big of a threat as he thought he was? Could he be trusted? He hadn't done anything to him so far, and by the looks of it, anything to anyone in the Institute either. But his demeanor on the battlefield, and the murders...

Yi laid a hand on Yasuo's shoulder. "Give it a try. If things still don't work out, then you should and meet the High Councilor." With a quick goodbye, Yi was gone.

Yasuo sighed. Maybe. Maybe the master of Wuju was right. As he turned around, he decided. One more day. If things weren't looking up by the end of 24 hours, he'd end this farce right then and there.

As Yasuo opened the door, he was greeted with a grievous sight.

Jhin lay upon the ground, clutching his stomach tightly. His body appeared to be contorted with pain. Yasuo rushed to his side.

"Jhin?! What the hell happened to you?!" Yasuo yelled. Jhin raised a shaking hand and pointed at the table.

"What's on the tab-huh?" Hearing a few gagging noises, the samurai ditched he psychopath on the floor and scrambled away, just in time to avoid a torrent of vomit from underneath the Virtuoso's mask.

His nose wrinkled in revulsion, he made his way to the table. A half-eaten piece of food sat on a plate. Yasuo recognized it as a Top-Tart, a snack from the Institute which was endorsed by various top-lane champions of the League. He stared at the plate, confused. The thing had never done anything to him before. Maybe Jhin was allergic?

He looked closely, and noticed that there were multiple wrappers on the table. Four of them. Yasuo facepalmed as he realized that Jhin had tried to take four Top-Tarts in one sitting.

As he watched the wretch of a man writhing on the ground, he silently wondered whether the Virtuoso was a utter fool, or a complete genius for evading the authorities for so long. Sure, they hadn't caught him either, but he could command the wind itself to cut any soldiers to ribbons. Jhin was a man who had gotten sick off a goddamn kid's meal. He felt himself beginning to doubt the ruling body's competence as he walked over to the convulsing Jhin.

"Alright, come on," Yasuo grunted, lifting the vomiting man to his feet, taking care not to touch any puke on his clothes. He half-dragged Jhin to the bathroom, and after setting his head over the toilet, stood outside as he finished purging his Top-Tarts. When the retching noises seemed to die down, Yasuo cautiously peeked into the bathroom.

"Hey, you finished in-"

A loud snore reverberated off the bathroom walls. Yasuo shut his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Shit."

Shutting the door, he gingerly plucked off Jhin's clothes, praying that nobody would stroll into the dorm uninvited. Leaving his underwear and mask, he tried not to star at his near-naked body as he dragged him under the shower and turned on the water. Yasuo silently wondered how the sudden stream of water hadn't woken the snoring psychopath.

After he looked and smelled clean enough, he dried him off with a towel and dragged him off to the bed, depositing him in a somewhat wet heap on the sheets. After tiredly staring at his handiwork a little longer, he finally trudged over to his bedroll and collapsed, drifting off to sleep.

Yasuo woke to the smell of cooking bacon. As he got up, he saw Jhin at the kitchen, fully clothed and preparing breakfast. The Virtuoso raised a hand in greeting, and the samurai groggily returned the gesture.

"Good morning. Yasuo." Yasuo grunted in response as he pulled himself to his feet.

"You better now?" Yasuo wearily asked, trudging to the table.

"Quite, yes. I honestly did make a mistake yesterday with those Top-Tarts."

"Tell me about it," Yasuo said, dropping into a chair. Jhin continued making the meal, before turning around.

"Yasuo?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for looking after me yesterday."

Yasuo stared at him. Did Jhin really say that? Did the most psychotic freak in all of Ionia really just thank him?

"Uh, It was no big deal..." Yasuo muttered.

Putting the eggs and bacon on plates, he walked to the table. "It was quite a big deal in my eyes."

"Which is why I made you this."

Jhin picked a small scroll off the table which Yasuo hadn't seen earlier and handed it to the samurai. Perplexed, Yasuo opened it.

A painting.

A beautiful painting drawn in the traditional style of Ionia, it featured a young, ponytailed man wielding a sword. The man was honing his skills with the blade as he danced gracefully through currents of wind, creating a swirling vortex of leaves around him as he perfected his form. Yasuo stared at the work of art, speechless.

It was him.

It brought back memories of his youth. Days when he was happier. Days which he longed for once again. Putting the painting down, he turned to the masked man.

"Thank you. It... Means a lot to me."

"Please. It was the least I could do to repay you."

Yasuo smiled. Whether Jhin was smiling as well behind his mask, he couldn't tell. But what mattered was that in spite of all of Jhin's eccentricities, his madness, and his bloodlust, he may have found someone that he could one day call a friend.

Well, that's it, then. This took my quite a bit of time to make. I mainly created this to do something while waiting for more suggestions to come in for 'Taric and Ahri's Dating Service,' and now that I have a few ideas to work with, I'm ready to go and work on the second arc.

In regards to this fic, I thought that throwing one of the most eccentric and crazy characters with one of the most down-to-earth ones would be decent material for filler material between my arcs. I decided on Jhin and Yasuo, since I love both of them (Even though I'm complete trash with Yasuo). Anyway, I'll see you again in about three days when TaADS is updated. Thanks for reading!