Notes: Err. I don't venture into this part of the internet very often and actively participate in anything, if you know what I mean; I just read. This isn't my first story; I actually have written quite a bit just to get things off my mind I just never choose to display them. Initially, this story began as a joke between my circle of friends. They threw out all sorts of weird and crazy pairs and stories to go with it. All those, 'what ifs', you know?

This story was a bit weird for me, since it did initially just start off as a random idea. It was a bit difficult to portray Diana's personality; I can only imagine how she'd really be like and for Leona... well, I didn't really think it out as much. But, I do try to give both characters a sense of dignity. I despise OC stories; shoot me. And I love humor; sometimes very dry and not funny humor sadly.

The title of this story is meant to be vague. Writing this actually irked me, and I've been springing ideas here and there as well as remembering old ones. So I chose to make the title vague; I don't know if this will be a one-shot, a series of one-shots, or turn into an actual story. So, I leave you hanging a bit here and there. That's where I want your opinions. If you think I should continue or not. Sooo, let me know what you think. And I'll continue based off of the reviews I get.

Oh, and I do play; but I don't think I should be giving out my name to strangers, sorry. ):

Title: You Said What?

Description: It was ironic; she had never even imagined she'd be relieved for the Sun to rise and the Moon to fall.

Prologue

Change, Reasons, and... Blushing?

"Isolated as always, I see."

The voice was barely audible to the woman kneeling underneath what seemed to be the largest tree in the area. It sat upon the edge of a cliff that gave her view of the entire sky and dark depths below, but she indulged more in the fact that she had found it to be a place of tranquility where she could relax and think. Around her was a vast expanse of land, quiet and peaceful, a clearing from the forest which she had carefully trekked through. Although new to this terrain, she was not deaf to the rumors and chit-chat around her within the residence halls. And from what she had managed to hear, the Institute of War was heavily guarded from the outside, and a certain yordle champion contributed by placing ever potent shrooms all around the vicinity. She remembered how deadly such a small object could be once stepped upon in one of her first matches on the Summoner's Rift, and she was not about to discover what its potential effects would be outside of the League's arenas. She also knew that if she traveled too deep within the brush she might get pierced through the head by an arrow made of frost. In fact, to her knowledge, many of the champions participated in guarding the Institute of War in which the League was housed.

The League of Legends, a way to settle political disputes without damaging the would-be crippled land of Valoran, had attempted to stop the destruction of their world. And yet, potential attacks threatened the Institute of War from time to time despite its purpose being beneficial to all, life-saving even. Inside and outside, the establishment was always on high security, most of the guards being guarded themselves secretly by champions within the League. This is what irked her the most since her initiation into the League of Legends. Champions that were meant to represent different city-states worked together to protect this place albeit their intentions in the League were to solve quarrels between each other. It was such a contradicting notion she couldn't help but muse over the matter. Perhaps the founders had greater intentions than they let on to believe, but a part of her was not able to determine whether or not these intentions were good or bad. There were suspicious signs, and the gut feeling she had agreed.

But a better matter to ponder over was her reason for currently taking a part in all of this. For what reason had she joined the League? She asked herself that every day, and amongst the many answers she had internally disputed over, she had settled for the simplest version: she felt a strong force calling out to her from here. Beyond that, there was not much she could explain nor understand.

"Some things never do change, do they?" The voice berated again, this time firmer than before. She heard the taping of a foot.

While musing, she had forgotten the new company that had arrived. Adjusting her position of kneeling on one knee, she sat down upon the soft earth, one leg sprawled out, the other pulled up to her chest and clasped her arms around it. At this time of night and in such a desolate place, caution should be a normal necessity, but she did not feel the need to be weary. There was no sense of danger from this stranger, or rather, "old friend". Closing her eyes, she sighed, a smirk upon her face.

"Diana." The voice was now clearly laced with irritation.

Diana made a small 'hm' sound replacing the proper response of, 'Yes?' and in return a large sigh was released behind her. The figure stepped slowly, the sound of the grass beneath their feet barely noticeable. She felt a small bit of dust kick up upon her clothing as the person sat down un-gracefully, though she imagined it was out of their current aggravated state. She could feel eyes upon her, boring holes into her head, no, burning holes into her head. In retrospect, Diana could feel just how agitated the person was; their aura was so strong it would probably burn everything to ashes. But Diana made no move to look at the person nor open her eyes.

"Must you always ignore my presence?"

The voice was softer now but still firm and Diana felt the intensity of the stare wean; the person had turned away from her. Opening one eye, Diana peered at her un-expected guest. A woman with brownish-red hair sat hugging both knees to her chest, obscuring her body's figure more than what the gold-plated armor she wore hid. But the moonlight shone brightly upon her, revealing the striking features she possessed. Her skin was smooth and white, the shape of her face seemed to be outlined in the air as if she was popping out of a picture, and her hair had obviously been well-kept. In that moment, Diana faintly recalled a tomboyish girl with hair of the same color who ran around aimlessly with a boy that always seemed to get into skirmishes with all the other kids when she was younger. She closed both eyes again.

Diana had not been surprised to see the woman that was sitting next to her had also taken to the League as well when she first arrived. She was sure such an encounter would've occurred sooner or later; it was inevitable that they would meet whether by chance somewhere in Valoran or by being summoned onto the Fields of Justice. In some crude way, they were meant to find each other anyway. After all, they were the "Chosen of the Sun and Moon", and it had been far too long since that time they were deemed so. But she hadn't expected to see a modest and graceful looking woman that seemed to attract attention from men and women alike wherever she went instead. For a moment, Diana had been caught off guard at the woman's first appearance and was not able to recognize her until she saw the light that was resonating from her body; she was as radiant as the sun, and a sudden killer instinct grew within her that she forcefully calmed, due to the new rules she was now placed under by the League. She knew then that it had been her. But when she observed the woman's attitude in the presence of Pantheon one day, she found she was still childish underneath her chivalrous, calm facade, displaying her true nature only in the presence of a few, including the Artisan of War. While time certainly had done its job in changing a young, scruffy-haired girl into a beautiful woman, it had no effect on her character at all.

Some things really do never change.

Speaking of the Artisan of War, Pantheon actually bore a strange resemblance to the little boy from her past, but she really couldn't put her finger on what it was that made her think so. She deduced it to be the strange helm he wore. That boy did love to play "soldier".

Diana inwardly snickered but was suddenly brought out of her thoughts as she heard a disapproving 'hmph' come from the person next to her. It would seem she had taken Diana's silent laughter to be the response to her previous question. After a few moments, she opened both eyes and slowly turned to look at the woman.

"To whom do I owe the pleasure of being in the Radiant Dawn's company?" Her voice was monotone, yet her intention was to sound mocking. Maybe she had been in isolation for too long.

"With the way you're acting, I would not seem to be pleasurable company at all," the anger was there albeit somewhat bothered sounding as well.

"On the contrary, I find the presence of the Sun to be absolutely invigorating." Her hidden, crude remark did not go un-noticed as the woman visibly flinched.

Diana clearly had nothing optimistic to say, or rather, she actually knew nothing about speaking positively at all. And despite the troubled expression the woman had, Diana was enjoying toying with the woman, eager to see her reactions. In fact, this was the only clear thing she would show about herself on and off the battle field, besides being cold and deathly quiet. Most of the League's champions found her to be extremely unapproachable, and those who managed to actually talk to her were the most menacing, almost evil seeming beings. But, she really didn't care other than the fact her status was slowly becoming intertwined with those who were notorious for their love to shed blood. Sometimes, she had been told her sarcasm was comparable to that of Katarina's when she toyed with people. Now, that was a creepy thought.

"Diana, why must you insist upon avoiding me at all costs?" It was another put-off phrase from the woman resonating in her ears, bringing her out of her reveries again.

"I am not avoiding you... Leona," the name felt awkward coming from her mouth; it had been years.

"I simply have no reason to speak with you. You are not the reason I came here," Diana stated matter-of-factly.

At these words, a loud, frustrated growl came from Leona as she turned to glare again at Diana, but this time Diana's reaction was different. As the Moon's glow became clearer in the distance, she began to feel the beginnings of anger. The growl in Leona's voice had set something off inside of Diana. Although the girls had once been childhood friends, they had steadily grown apart. Eventually, there was little to no connection between the two. Diana committed a vicious act of treason to protect herself, accepting the power of the Moon. And ironically enough, Leona had been saved from execution by the Sun. She did not experience the event in which Leona was granted the power of the Sun nor did she know of the events that Leona was encompassed to afterward, but even miles away, somewhere deep down she knew that whatever bond they shared had been completely cut off; they were now enemies. While Leona followed the Sun's light, Diana had sworn to destroy all those that denied the power of the Moon. Her anger was triggered by anyone who worshiped the Sun, and she could feel the power of the Moon coursing through her veins at those times. Other than that, Demacians, Noxians, or any others did not bother her in the slightest.

The woman before her embodied everything she hated and sought to destroy. But no matter how much hate she harbored, her sanity was still intact; she knew Leona was very different from the Solari, only following what she was taught to do, to represent the Sun, and it tore Diana apart. She had spite towards the Solari, and she should have been angrier more than anything at Leona for being their beacon of hope. But for some reason, the anger had subsided greatly over the past few weeks. Something felt wrong, yet, all she had done since joining the League was to deny whatever conflictions she had about the matter. She reasoned it to be because she had simply spent too much time since her stay here controlling her anger in the woman's presence. For the sake of her own safety, she could not break the League's rules; hurting Leona was out of the question. It was moments like these where Diana would question her reason for joining at all again, and as the thought entered her mind her eyes unexpectedly met with Leona's.

And the anger disappeared.

It was the first time she had looked Leona directly in the eye since they were children, and she felt an odd; she was suddenly captivated by Leona's eyes. They were not like her dull, grey eyes, but rather a shimmering brown, tinted with traces of red. They did justice to Leona as the Radiant Dawn. It would seem that everything about her emitted the power of the Sun, even her eyes, and for the life of her, Diana did not know why she could not seem to break away from her gaze... or why she felt like she didn't want to.

But to Diana's dismay, Leona turned away to look out at the scenery beyond the cliff.

"If there is no reason for you to speak with me, then so be it. But the Moon and Sun cannot avoid each other forever," Leona said softly, a touch of sadness in her voice.

Diana stiffened at the cryptic phrase just spoken. Memories began to rush back to her, but she shoved them down as she always did, instead choosing to continue looking at the other woman without any hints of her constraint, forcing herself back into her neutral demeanor. Leona, no longer visibly showing signs of anger, turned back to look at Diana. But this time her expression was serene, a small smile graced her face, and her aura did not give off the feeling that daggers were about to be lodged into Diana's body. But there was something in her eyes that Diana saw immediately, something akin to her; loneliness.

"Aren't you the one whom loathes my very existence?" As Leona spoke, Diana felt a twinge in her chest and the anger returned. She hastily looked away, resuming her previous facade.

"You are not the reason I am here," Diana repeated, trying to focus on the energy that was resonating from within.

She could clearly feel the Moon's power and the anger flowing through her veins now. An uncontrollable rage she knew was slowly surfacing, and she suddenly felt the urge to get Leona back into the Institute of War as quickly as possible.

And at that very thought, Diana felt like she had just run into a brick wall. A very thick brick wall.

She was fighting the anger, the urge to kill Leona, the Radiant Dawn, the quintessence of the thing she hated most? She didn't understand why. This could not merely be due to the need to follow the rules of the League, but she would keep this answer even so, for she had nothing else, and so little time to choose her actions right now. She would act on whatever she thought of first, and unfortunately, that was the Chosen of the Sun's safety. She looked out to the scenery before her, hoping her control would sustain long enough for her to persuade Leona back inside, but to her surprise her vision was suddenly obscured by the beginnings of sunlight.

Diana smirked.

"The dawn has arrived."

"... What?" Leona exclaimed. It took her a while to register that Diana, the Scorn of the Moon had just said that and with a smile on her face nonetheless.

Diana slowly stood up and began to retreat into the forest, back to the Institute of War. The rage she felt before slowly began to fade as day drew nearer; the moon would recede as the sun took its place in the sky. She had to admit that had been perfect timing. It was ironic; she had never even imagined she'd be relieved for the Sun to rise and the Moon to fall. Of course she didn't know why; she didn't know the answer to too many things right now. But she refused to think upon the new questions popping into her mind. She was probably going insane. Maybe her reputation would be completely obliterated now that she was "crazy". She would be all the way up there with them bozos. But as she listened to the footsteps of Leona trailing behind her.. she wasn't so sure anymore.

Maybe some things really do change.

"You've got to be kidding me, right?!" Pantheon was nearly roaring, pointing his spoon at Leona, though he was not angry. Yet, his behavior and status would always convince others he was ready for battle, and they tried to live outside of his rather large "bubble". But for the Artisan of War, the distance they kept wasn't so heart-wrenching as it would be for Amumu, the Sad Mummy. He didn't care at all.

Pushing aside her half finished breakfast, Leona pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes as she felt a migraine coming on, "Nope."

"The events that occurred last night until daw- the sun rose are not lies, Pantheon."

If his face could be seen, Pantheon would have the look of a shocked teenage girl that just got confessed to by the love of her life, "So, you can't even say your own designated title? What's wrong with you? Does it really mean this much to you?"

"What are you talking about?" Leona let out a long, drawn out sigh and Pantheon answered with a wave of his hand as if saying, 'Never mind.'

Honestly, she couldn't even think of the dawn or sun right now. Her thoughts were on the way Diana had said her signature quote. It was really taxing when your so called "enemy" could commit so many acts of treason and be so determined and immersed within their own beliefs, and then just stare at you, speaking words you would never have imagined in such a... kind way.

"The dawn has arrived."

All Leona could see in her mind was the smile upon Diana's face as she said that with the sunrise in the background contrasting oddly with Diana's darkened clothing and snow white hair. In that moment, for some reason Leona felt like her heart would explode, and she didn't understand why. With everything Diana did and said, it seemed as if Leona was at her mercy, and it wasn't just last night. Even as kids Diana irked her; she was always so mysterious and determined. And Leona, being the annoying child she was, always pestered Diana with countless questions and drug her out to various places. And Pantheon would confirm their purpose in being there to be a "top secret mission". Naturally, she'd always get Diana in trouble, yet Diana always brushed away her apologies. But no matter how close she got, she felt like she would never understand her.

But, she would always cherish the times they'd sit outside together and stare at the stars in silence, even the vast blue sky in the daylight. It made her feel like she at least had an emotional connection. She was surprised to have found Diana in such a place, gazing out at the sky, but she had come there for the same reason. However, when she spotted Diana beneath the tree, her intentions changed. She didn't even know what she was doing, but with the sky so clear like on their nights together as children, Leona felt like it was something she had to do. Back then, it was the only time she ever saw Diana's smile or heard her laughter. She never understood why, but the sky was like another world to them, and it was never because of the Moon or the Sun. When she was around her, they'd pick out constellations in the sky, sometimes even lay in places obstructing the Moon or sit on the edge of cliffs and stare off in the opposite direction of the Sun, talking about the mountains.

Maybe she was just reminiscing on the "good days". Maybe that's why all she could think of was the smile on Diana's face and her long, flowing hair and the way her- yeah, that's definitely why all she could think of was the smile on Diana's face.

Leona remembered as they hit their adolescent years, they started to drift apart; their ideals and feelings on Mount Targon, the Sun, the Moon... were not the same. Even Pantheon, the champion sitting before her, battered with scars upon scars, would never agree with her on the topic of war, for example, as he had his own beliefs as well. It came to the point that they would never even look at each other nor speak when they were together, and they were only ever together for brief moments due to the Solari. Leona can't even remember how she felt about it back then, it seemed like she was accepting Diana's ignorance to her presence and did so in return as well.

When fate tore them apart, Leona had to accept the fact she would probably have to do something very petrifying one day. She came to the realization that she really would never be able to understand Diana. And on that day... she never saw Diana again. She never understood why Diana chose the path that she did, but the past was left behind her as the years passed by, and many feelings became foreign to her. Never would she have imagined Diana to join the League of Legends, though, let alone find her old friend before her as well. But things were very different now, Leona and Diana were very different. The past is the past. And she needed to live in the present.

Though one thing did bother Leona.

"You are not the reason I am here."

Why had Diana joined the League? Among all of the possible answers she could think of she really didn't know. Diana just showed up one day out of the blue. But amidst the confusion and memories in her head, she had to admit it was actually kind of nice to see her again.

Leona continued to muse silently.

"You're blushing," Pantheon said in a surprised voice, interrupting her thoughts. He had dropped his spoon, and it had fallen into his soup making a small 'plop' noise.

"... Huh?" Leona snapped her eyes open.

"You're blushing," this time Pantheon seemed as if he were accusing her of a crime.

Leona continued to stare at her friend as if he had just grown two heads. Pantheon's statement was repeated again albeit mischievously.

"You're blushing."

"I don't understand you sometimes," Leona sighed, still confused; she had been lost in thought for too long.

Pantheon began to hum to himself (a rare sight that only Leona thought she had seen) as he picked up his spoon and began feasting on his soup again all the while Leona was still left in the dark about his accusations.

'Blushing?'

"So, tell me, Leona, the Radiant Dawn," Pantheon stressed her title in what sounded like a mocking way, "Did her smile make you beam even more vibrantly or are you manifesting your deepest desires in your mind?" Pantheon erupted into laughter at the look on Leona's face; eyes wide open and jaw slack.

Only then did Leona catch onto his antics.

"You're incorrigible, you know that?"

"And you my, dear comrade, are-blush-ing," Pantheon said, as he accentuated every part with his spoon poking at her.

Leona tried to change the subject. For some reason she could actually feel the room getting hotter. And really, why would she be blushing?

"I'm surprised you're even listening to all of this. Really, Pantheon, you act like a boy version of Lux on her happy highway when you're with me, but everything else is the great 'Artisan of War' rampaging through any person, place, or thing," at this, Pantheon jabbed at her as if his spoon were his real spear playfully in response.

And just when Leona thought this discussion was comatose, a certain white haired damsel walked through the cafeteria doors and made her way to the food line. Leona's eyes immediately shot to the woman.

"Now you're blushing and staringgg."

"I give up," Leona sighed heavily in defeat and covered her face with her hand as Pantheon continued to laugh.

Leona was sure if she really were "blushing", she was now ten times worse.

End notes: Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, Pantheon was a little off. I just couldn't stand to write him as if he were slamming his fist on the table for every word he said.

If you didn't read the note at the very top, I suggest you scroll allllll the way back up. ):

Other than that, I look forward to what you all say~