This is my first attempt at a fan fic. While I don't read them much, I found that a pairing that I had become interested in had no story.
I decided to remedy that.
Well, this is the result of the first chapter.
Hope y'all enjoy it.
The calm before the storm.
The rift was unusually quiet, and peaceful. No sounds of violence, and no wildlife. Nothing but the hush of leaves as the wind gently caressed the trees and shrubbery, and the trickle of the stream that ran through the Summoner's Rift.
Next to the middle lane that cut through the vast forest maze, a deadly masked assassin hid in the shadows of the foliage. His eyes glowed with a deep, crimson red. The lust for blood within that brooding gaze struck fear into the masses, and the hearts of his enemies. All except one, of course. Shen.
The name made his blood curdle in rage. What he would give to lop off Shen's head, he couldn't even begin to quite imagine. Despite already having taken the Eye of Twilight's father, the Assassin was not satisfied. For a long time now, the attempts to slay Shen were futile. Their abilities were uncannily on par with one another. Even in the rift, with their strength and abilities held back through magics, it was immensely difficult to get an advantage over the other. While they have both managed to annihilate each other within the confines of Summoner's Rift, it was never enough.
It would never be enough for Zed.
His lust would only be sated by putting out the candle of life. Permanently. Though, Zed had to admit that killing Shen within the Summoner's Rift was fun in and of itself. Whilst the other Kinkou were also quite enjoyable to slay, neither the Yordle or Akali could match what he felt when putting Shen down.
The Master of Shadows found himself reminiscing, and returned his full attention to the rift. The mindless minions were nearby, steadily approaching. The magical constructs were useless, but have at times proved to be capable of surprises. He waited until about half of the line of minions had passed, before he began moving through the trees and to the very edge of the wood. He lay low, in the shadows. The minions began colliding with the enemy, hacking and slashing at each other with their weapons. They made no sounds of pain, and merely fell limp to the ground before they dissipated into fragments of magical energy when slain. Zed cared not for the minions, for his eyes were set upon his target.
Nine white tails.
Their owner, Ahri, could be seen by her turret, analyzing the area with a piercing yellow gaze. The black ears that stood atop her head swiveled and twitched at every sound. The blue orb of energy hovered in her dainty hand, while her other hand rested at her hip. Zed went completely still. She may already know he's here, but he would not risk trying to sneak up on her. While Ahri appeared to be peaceful, she was a ruthless trickster, and temptress. Zed raised both arms, slowly, to reach for the shuriken on his back. One of his arms brushed against a branch, and Ahri's gaze shot directly at Zed's location.
Quick to act, he flung both shuriken at Ahri as she was beginning to do the same with her magic orb. The orb knocked both shuriken to the side as Zed's shadow sprung forth at Ahri, blades outstretched. She dashed off to the side, bolts of magic flying towards his true location. Using his own form of 'magic', Zed swapped places with his shadow in a burst of darkness. The bolts collided where he once hid, nearby animals sent scurrying in fright from the commotion. He leapt at the temptress, who laughed in amusement as they fought. She dashed once more, and another volley of energy bolts rushed towards him. He arched his back as his arms extended, the blades unsheathed themselves as he spun. He had become a whirlwind of steel and shadow, which repelled the magic. Ahri used up her last Spirit Rush, narrowly escaping a rather bloody demise. She came to a halt behind Zed as he landed in a crouch, about to turn and leap at the Nine-Tailed Fox once more. To buy herself some time, Ahri pressed her fingers to her soft, puckered lips, and blew a kiss towards Zed.
A strange, pink essence spiraled at him. Caught mid-leap, the magic hit Zed square in the chest, and seemed to seep into his very being.
What exhilaration he had was no longer present. The desire to kill was overwhelmed by a different kind altogether. One that Zed was quite familiar with.
Temptation, and lust.
As much as his instincts told him not to, Zed found himself slowly trudging towards the seductive fox woman. Ahri was always quite beautiful, but never had he truly seen her for what she was. Her curvaceous form, the supple breasts, hair as black as night. Everything was to die for. She smiled, pleased with this outcome. Ahri would normally take the time to tease those who fall under her intoxicating spell, but this was the Fields of Justice, where combat should be taken quite seriously. Her summoner urged her to end him and move onward before his teammates took notice and came to his aid.
She happily obliged.
Ahri thrust forward her ball of energy, giggling.
"Sleep well, Assassin." She cooed, albeit rather mockingly. The sensations Zed felt were cut short, and he halted.
Peering down, he saw the gaping hole through his armor and flesh where her magic had run him directly through. Zed gurgled up blood, which spilled through the slots of his metallic mask as he spoke.
"Damn you…" He trailed off, as a comfortable darkness overtook him.