A/N: Hello, hello!

It's Skij here- if you're re-reading this, know that I re-did some descriptions, re-vamped the chapters and re-uploaded each (by 3/9/14 chapters 1-7 will be edited up)

If this is your first time; welcome! I'm just trying to make a simple (maybe not so) introduction to Vi's character and her childhood, with my spin on it.

This is rated M for language, later-appearing adult themes and other stuff that makes things rated M (violence? yea, that.)

Without further ado,

Skij Leonhart

Chapter 1:

Light hadn't even begun to poke its fingers through the brunette's blinds yet, and still her alarm insisted on screaming its two-tone siren call over and over until Victoria slammed her hand down on it, effectively snoozing it for another five minutes.

"Oh, no you don't."

A strong hand grabbed Victoria by the collar and threw her down onto the floor, violently disturbing her peaceful sleep. Groaning, she sat up and rubbed her head, trying to discern who had done such a vile deed when the perpetrator himself decided to lean down and plant a kiss on her forehead. The act brought a smile to her face and prompted her to struggle to her feet, leaning on her dresser for support.

"Come on, love, we have a long day and it's already five-thirty." Following the bewildered look on Victoria's face, the young man smiled and noted, "I took the liberty of setting your alarm back thirty minutes, considering you snooze through it anyways. Now hurry up and move!"

The tone faded back to his signature bit of authority, and Victoria immediately started over to her closet to see what she would put on today. As he left the room, a smile crept across the girl's face.

The man left the room and headed down the hallway to enter the dining room, where Victoria's sister, Jessica, was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, eating yogurt noisily as the other man entered the room (fix in doc). He merely glanced at her in disgust as he turned to open the fridge, ignoring her icy glare in response.

"You know you could just say good morning, like a civil person."

"I only speak civilly to people who act civilly, Jess."

"Please. I act well enough for you to not kick me out; that ought to count for something, right?" Jess implored, only to be immediately rebuffed. The young man replied in a mocking tone, " 'Please.' You know the only reason I keep you two around is because of Father's wishes; if it were up to me, I'd have you gone in a heartbeat."

The two held frigid glares for a moment before bursting into laughter; sometimes, only sometimes, would the man laugh.

Victoria entered the room to see the rare sight of her sister and the young man joking around; she rose an eyebrow as she entered the kitchen, yawning and raising her arms to reach the cabinet for a cup to pour herself some orange juice.

"Please, allow me." The man gestured for the glass as he already had the bottle in hand. Smiling, Victoria handed the glass over and looked at her sister, who was frowning but for what reason she couldn't tell.

"Here you go; your morning glass of 73% water, 26% sugar, and one percent fake oranges, served right to you!" Victoria and the young man chuckled at his corny, yet true joke; the orange juice was rather processed and tasted awful.

The light brunette took the glass with another smile and looked towards the clock underneath the windowsill; it read 5:47 in its flashing blue LED lights. Just past the time-teller was a sight that no one should have to wake up to; but 80% of the city's inhabitants did, the grungy, infested streets of Piltover's slums.

"You know, I've been wondering…" Jessica began, snapping Victoria out of her window trance.

"Jessica always does this when she wants something… Why doesn't he see it?" Victoria mused, knowing that whatever her sister suggested was going to be outrageous, but somehow she would talk him into it. As usual. Victoria took a sip of her processed orange juice and stood in-front of the sink, waiting for Jessica's suggestion.

"Can we go see the fair this year?" Victoria spit her juice out in the sink while the man gasped in horror, awestruck with her request. The words struck Victoria like a spear through the heart, and the young man's face now slightly distorted as if someone had held sulfur under his nose.

"Are you out of your mind, Jess? You know the festival's only for the New Pilts, ever since…"
He coughed, paused and resumed.

"You'll be detained and kicked out on the spot if they catch you and…"

It seemed like Jessica was waiting for the 'if', and simply smiled at them both.

"If they catch me, right?" the blonde interrupted; Victoria merely shook her head; only crazy, insane out-of-their-mind people tried to sneak into New Piltover. But their brother was even further enraged by this statement.

"I will NOT have you leaving this house except to go to school until the fair is OVER WITH!" He was yelling now, cheeks flushed with red-hot anger. Finally, Jessica played her last card.

"I… well, I… just thought it'd be neat… 'cuz we never get to go… not since…" She burst into tears as she started off towards her room. Victoria thought it was fake, per usual, but her brother just shook his head and sat down in a chair next to the counter, face in his palms.

"Cheer up; maybe she'll change her mind tomorrow?" The young girl offered, knowing that he'd go on another self-deprecating speech about how it was impossible to keep the family together since their father's passing and this and that, and Victoria would offer words of condolences, and then her brother would wave her off, and she'd go and get ready, and the car ride to school would be another silent one.

It seemed like she was always left to be the strong one; even though she had the least experience in life, she always knew what to say.

When she arrived at school, though, things were different. Only being in the sixth grade, she had to walk the long way to the 'middle' section of her school; this passed by both the elementary and high school sections. The latter was abuzz with activity, but as she walked by, it seemed to quiet down slightly.

"Hey man, you got any ideas for that-"

"Yea, I came up with a plan to-"

"Do you know how many guards-"

"-if only there was another way in-"

Snippets of conversation here and there that she had picked up made her think of the conversation her family had this morning, and sneaking into the fair. Oh, the wondrous fair… the part she hadn't told her brother was that she wanted to go as well. It was such a wonderful event, and most of the kids from her part of town just wanted to go for the fireworks, which started right after sunset. They'd want to sit there, maybe holding hands, eating a cotton candy, enjoying the sights… But not Victoria. Sure… the pretty lights were pretty, but that's all they were. She wanted to go for the inventions, the part before the fireworks that everyone seemed to neglect… but not Victoria. She knew the value of a good invention, and its power to save… and destroy.

Before the brunette girl could get lost in her thoughts and imagine the fair in its entirety, arms wrapped around her shoulders and yanked her into the adjacent room. Before she could scream or turn around and see her assailant, a cold, metallic object knocked her on the head and spots clouded her vision as she was dragged and sat up against the wall, pink backpack still in tow. The last thing she heard before passing out was a lock on the door being clicked shut.

The world went silent.

E/N: Vi's a 6th grader at this time; (11?) Jessica's 14 and in middle school as well (8th grade ish) and their brother (the young man) is around 19 or 20.

The next chapter's flash-back oriented; italics are generally things that not everyone can hear (thoughts, flashbacks, speaking off to the side, etc)

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Skij Leonhart