A/N: Hello there and welcome to my first League of Legends fanfiction! For those of you who may have heard of me before (probably not), I'm the same guy who wrote the Monster Girls One-Shot Collection. Now, for the newbies, I'll tell you all that it's gonna be one hell of a wild ride reading my work. I suggest you all maintain an open mind and be ready for anything since my erratic nature is what makes my writing shine! Moving along, this first 'case' involves an event I've always wondered about regarding how similar Darius' and Riven's purposes are in the lore. There might be OOC, and there might not be. I'm not a psychologist, so I have no idea how their personalities truly work. Still, you can't help but wonder "What if Riven wanted to go back to Noxus?" Enjoy!
"Okay! Send in the first meeting, please." I call my secretary over telepathy.
I sit comfortably at my behind my desk in a wheeled chair imported from my home in Demacia. Though I'm technically registered as a native Demacian, I was actually born on the border between Demacia and its neighbor Noxus. Of course, this led to a lot of conflict being present on a daily basis. After I became of age I was asked to choose a side, so I chose Demacia. It wasn't a matter of loyalty or anything, it was just where I preferred to live. I'm sure that most of the Institute of War knows of my personal history, at least when it pertains to the Demacia-Noxus War. Most of the champions from both countries look at me with either respect or plain disgust depending on their loyalties.
The first case of the day is most likely the latter. Today, I need to oversee a possible redemption of the League's so-called 'Exile', Riven. I've read her file and even spoke to her on one occasion. From what I can tell, she still feels very patriotic towards her home country of Noxus. However, the decision ultimately falls to the aptly-named 'Hand of Noxus', Darius. He's a terrifying figure with hardly any apparent kindness, but he may be convinced to allow Riven to serve Noxus once again.
-Creak- -Slam-
The two champions walk into my office in full armor, obviously having just come from a match. Riven is wearing her popular 'Battle Bunny' outfit, but still giving off an air of pride. Darius is in a much more casual attire, wearing his 'Dunkmaster' uniform. With just a shift of his basketball net, I can tell he means serious business. However, seeing that reminds me of a very important rule I have in this office.
"Please leave your weapons outside. I don't want to see any violence while you two are in here." I tell them in a gentle, but firm voice.
"Sorry about that, sir." Riven answers with a small bow.
"Hmph, fine. Can I keep my ball at least?" Darius asks with an aloof tone.
"Hmm...actually, no. I need the both of you to change into your standard outfits. You two look too ridiculous for such a serious meeting."
"You wanna say that again, Demacian scum!?" Darius uses his basketball net to [Apprehend] me and pulls me close enough so that our faces are just inches away.
I gulp once before my face blanches over. Suddenly, I'm pushed back away from Darius as Riven stands between us. Her form emanates with [Valor] as I hide behind my desk while watching her small form shield me.
"Calm down, Darius. You've faced me countless times in matches, so you must know what I'm capable of. If we fight now, you'll know how it will end." Riven threatens, preparing to use a [Ki Burst] if necessary.
The whole scene would look scarier, but the ridiculousness of their outfits seems to offset the tension. Having reached the end of my patience, I make a telepathic connection with a certain champion who has more than enough authority to handle this situation.
"Sorry to bother you during your work, but I need you to come here quickly. You are about to lose two of Noxus' most promising soldiers."
"My destination is absolute. This is a risk far too great for Noxus." The champion responds.
I breathe a sigh of relief, but jolt out of my seat once I hear the slight whistling of a basketball net spinning around my office. The destruction is almost unreal as Darius just used his weapon to [Decimate] the entire room. Luckily, Riven and I both ducked under his attack just as it passed overhead.
"There is no other way..." Riven says in a low voice as she unveils her [Blade of The Exile].
"Stop! Stop fighting right now! Don't go any further than that!" I shout at them, but they don't hear me.
Both champions face each other from opposite sides of the room, just a mere two feet separating them. I see Darius readying his [Noxian Guillotine], bouncing his basketball in anticipation. Riven responds by charging her blade and bringing her arm back, no doubt about to use a devastating [Wind Slash]. I brace myself for the inevitable clash of powers until suddenly, the door flies open and a flash of green and purple lights fills the room. The deafening sound of a raven echoes throughout my office as it signals the arrival of the champion I called for help.
"You dare cause trouble here?"
I look up from my improvised cover to see the 'Master Tactician' Swain standing in the doorway. His calm demeanor is a stark contrast to what he did to subdue Riven and Darius. He used some kind of spell to [Torment] Riven, while making sure that Darius may [Nevermove]. There's little doubt that Swain became leader of Noxus on wits alone.
"Thank you, Swain, for your assistance." I extend my hand to the man, nodding my approval.
"So long as you are able to work efficiently, I will help however I can." He shakes my hand and hobbles away with his cane, his raven Beatrice at his side.
Riven and Darius simply lower their weapons and look to me, clearly too exhausted to fight anymore.
"Now that I have your attention, please change into your normal outfits and meet me back here. Do. Not. Do. This. Again. I will have Swain come back if you two can't behave."
The two Noxian champions gulp simultaneously in response as they leave the room.
Riven arrives first, looking at the floor after leaving her broken blade outside. She shuffles inside and takes a seat in one of the chairs facing my desk. Darius comes in afterwards, unarmed and with a glowing red hand-print on his cheek. He hesitates for a moment, not from seeing Riven, but from the sight of my newly-refurbished office. He reluctantly sits in a chair next to Riven and waits for me. It's only been about ten minutes, yet my office is fully repaired. One of the perks of running the counseling program is having unlimited access to Super Minions, which I'll probably be relying on for future cases.
"Before we begin, may I ask about that slap mark, Darius?"
"I did nothing wrong. Riven is the one at fault."
"You were the one gawking at my underwear, pervert!" Riven hisses.
"...Hmph." Darius ignores the topic and glares at me.
"Anyways, you're both here to talk about one thing: Riven's reinstatement into Noxus."
Both champions' faces darken as their serious nature emerges.
"Yes, and from what I read on the reports, Riven abandoned Noxus after the campaign on Ionia." Darius speaks in his deep baritone voice.
"It was more like Noxus abandoned me! We killed our own soldiers with chemical weapons borrowed from Zaun! There was no honor in that, only slaughter!" Riven counters with a passion in her voice.
"I was not in command at that time, and you know it! I would have never ordered chemicals to be used if I was leading the battle!"
"How can I believe that!? I gave up decades of my life believing that Noxus valued its troops! 'Only the strong can become soldiers', and yet thousands of our own people died without ever having a chance to fight back! How can I believe in Noxus ever again...?" Riven's voice softens to a whisper near the end of her arguments.
"...", Darius sighs and places a hand on his fellow Noxian's shoulder, "I don't care if you will ever forgive Noxus again, or if you'd even believe me. However, you were right to place your faith in your power and that alone will let you rise in the Noxian military. From what I read on your battle record, you never once faltered even in the most hopeless of battles. You always held your ground and struck down your enemies without hesitation. I have also seen you carry that same pride on the Fields of Justice, sometimes up-close if we were in a match. It's your decision to come back, but I want you to know that Noxus will always have a place waiting for you. At the very least, I would be honored to fight with you for our country." Darius holds a stoic expression as he looks at Riven, who seems to be shaken from this unprecedented confession.
She looks almost...hurt; as if she felt ashamed for ever doubting Noxus. The emotion in her eyes is complex, but chiefly present is confusion and hesitation at this revelation. No one, not even myself could have predicted such a sincere and genuinely considerate declaration from one of the most feared champions in the League. After a long silence, Riven rises from her seat.
"Thank you, sir, for bringing Darius and I here to discuss this issue. I...need some time to myself to think about things, but I appreciate your efforts." She tells me in a barely audible voice.
With a bow, she scurries out the room.
"You have my regards for bringing us here. I'll always believe that Demacians are pathetic weaklings, but you have my respect for giving me this chance to speak to Riven. If you need me to resolve an 'issue' like Riven and I had earlier, just ask. There's no need to disturb my general's busy day anymore."
Darius nods slowly at me and briskly leaves the room in a military manner.
I swivel in my chair, smirking at the resolution of today's first case.
"There's just too many trust issues these days. Guess I'll get started on the next one..." I say aloud as I make a connection with my secretary to begin the next case.
A/N: It's funny, really. I don't play either Riven or Darius at all, yet I think I may have been correct with their personalities. You guys be the judge of that. I do like to play a bit of Swain though, since his kit is quite difficult to deal with after level 6. As you may already know, I'm an avid League player who's been with the game since Season 1. I've seen the game transform into the near-masterpiece it is today (except for the toxic players, of course). I usually play at least one or two matches daily, but sometimes more if I'm in a good mood. If anyone would like to play with me, my username is drkness231. I mostly main support, but I'm able to play any role except ADC. Trust me, never let me ADC. Anyways, if you all liked my work, leave a review. I'll be posting a new session shortly, this time answering the question: "What are Shen and Zed really fighting over?"
