This story contains a bunch of profanities, sexual humor, themes and what not, so if you're bothered with that, don't force yourself to read this. ￣ˍ￣
Story rating may be considered as Rated MA for Mature Audience. Warnings may or may not be given on the start of a chapter whenever there's a scene not suitable for readers below 16-18 years old. •﹏•
Every suggestion will be taken under consideration and will be given credit when your suggested idea will be used. (o^^)o
My stories are also not beta'd by anyone, so yeah. ✌
Credits from all images, including the picture of the cover, belongs to the rightful owners. I merely edited the cover, which I found on Google. ╮（╯◇╰）╭
I DO NOT CLAIM THE GAME, LEAGUE OF LEGENDS OR THE IMAGES. CREDITS BELONG TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND CREATORS.
In advance, I apologize if there are any typos and grammatical errors. English is not my native language, it's Tagalog, so, yeah! ﹋o﹋
I hope you readers enjoy the story! ∩_∩
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ACT 1
The magic of the summoners disappeared as the five champions of the blue team were transported at their rightful platform. The large Nexus of said team shined and gleamed bright for a moment before shimmering down to a dim glow.
"Forge onward!"
With a roll of her green eyes, Katarina turned to her left and watched as the Might of Demacia rushed off their platform. Lux skipped off right after her brother left, heading to the bottom lane to serve as a support, while Quinn trailed after her.
Katarina turned to her right and saw Shyvana, who merely stared at her coldly before getting her starting items and heading towards the nearest entrance of the jungle. She resisted in releasing a groan as she approached the shopkeeper and bought her needed items. Once she had taken everything she needs, she jogged down the mid lane.
She didn't bother running. Why should she, anyway? The match is just about to start. It's not as if her lane is already being pushed.
On her way to her lane's outer turret, she silently cursed the summoners that had chosen her teammates and the summoner that chose her. She's a bloodthirsty Noxian, but here she is, paired up with a team that's all about diplomacy and honor and shit like that.
When she arrived at her turret, she found a fellow Noxian, LeBlanc.
"Oh, so you're my opponent?" LeBlanc cooed teasingly.
Katarina snarled, not really in the mood in being teased. "Shut. Up."
"I'm quite sure it's not so bad to have the Demacians as your teammates,"
"DEMACIA!" A masculine voice, despite the yeller being far and quite distant from them, reached their ears as clear as day.
"DEMACIA!" Another voice, this one much more high-pitched and feminine.
LeBlanc laughed mockingly, while Katarina gripped the daggers she held with significant tightness.
"Oh, I'm already going to claim this match as my team's victory." LeBlanc arrogantly declared.
"Yeah?" Katarina twirled a dagger and targeted LeBlanc. "Well, don't rule me out just yet."
"Give up, Katarina. Our support is Sion, our jungler is Elise, Draven's our ADR, and Darius is our top laner. Don't you think you should forfeit?"
She threw a dagger at LeBlanc, who easily dodged it with a quick and simple side-step.
"You're so easily riled up," LeBlanc clicked her tongue and waved a finger at her. "Careful now, wouldn't want to be the First Blood of this match."
"LeBlanc..." She gritted out.
"You still have eighteen minutes until you can forfeit, so I suggest you stay under your tower and settle in killing minions for the time being."
Her fingers around the handles of her daggers flexed.
"But, if you want to suffer the shame of defeat, then feel free to attack now."
Inside Katarina is her patience in a form of a twig, and because of LeBlanc's provoking and irritating taunting, that said twig just snapped.
"LEBLANC!"
Katarina lunged forward, completely blinded with rage and fury taking control of her whole body. She launched dozens and dozens of daggers as she moved to attack LeBlanc. Her blades were all deflected by the dark mage thanks to the staff she wielded.
The mid lane was filled with mocking laughter and annoying taunts from LeBlanc, and smalls grunts and angered cries from Katarina. LeBlanc's staff always blocked her daggers before it could come close to slicing her skin or stabbing into her flesh.
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"FIRST BLOOD!"
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Katarina's right eye threatened to twitch as soon as she and her teammates were transported back to the summoning chamber. The magic that was transporting them acted like some sort of fuse for the red haired assassin. Why, you ask?
It's because as soon as the magic faded away, Katarina exploded.
"Of all champions to be in my team, I get you Demacian imbeciles!"
"Insulting us will get you nowhere, assassin." Shyvana stated flatly, looking emotionless as ever.
"Bird girl here and brat here didn't even stand a chance at Sion and Draven! What the fuck happened!?"
"We weren't the one who gave away First Blood," Lux muttered with a pout.
Katarina's anger flared more than before. She drew one blade from its sheathe and began to stalk towards the blonde mage, ready to murder and slaughter.
"You want First Blood? I'll give you First Blood!"
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High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye sat on her respective seat in the Judgment Room of the Institute, the other councilors seated at the spaces on either sides of hers. Katarina stood at the center of the room, her belts filled with sharp daggers making a few of the council members uneasy.
"Katarina Du Couteau," Vessaria spoke up, her voice echoing throughout the wide and tall room. "This is the third time you've been sent here and again, with the same reason."
"Bite me," She bravely said.
Vessaria merely raised an eyebrow. "You do realize that because of this third strike, you're leaving us no choice but to expel you from the League."
"That blonde brat deserved it."
"Sinister Blade," A high summoner interjected. "There is a reason why all battles must be done within either the Rift or the Abyss."
"The Institute has rules." Another summoner stated.
"I make my own rules." Katarina said, irking the summoners.
Katarina isn't really known for being a goodie-two shoes. Follow this rule, follow that rule, no, that's not how she works and moves. Just like she said, she makes her own rules, she carves her own path, no one else can do so.
"Well, we will remedy that soon." Vessaria said, looking quite confident and rather determined.
'Good luck with that.' She thought, scoffing as she crossed her arms.
"As punishment for harming the Lady of Luminosity, you are suspended from the League and will not be allowed to participate in any matches for a month."
"I thought you were going to expel me."
Vessaria continued on with her words, ignoring her. "Also, you will be sent to Freljord the day after tomorrow with the Queen."
"Wait, what!?"
Usually, when she was suspended, she either locks herself in her room and isolates herself from the people, or she goes back home to Noxus or visit Swain to see if there are any missions she can take on and accomplish.
But, this...
"This is an outrage!" Katarina fumed, glaring angrily at the High Councilor.
"You're an outrage, Sinister Blade." An elderly summoner commented.
She isn't just going to stand there and let herself be 'shipped' to the cold tundra people call Freljord! Hell no! She won't certainly tolerate sleeping in refrigerated rooms with frost-coated blankets.
"Why the fuck are you sending me to that nation!? I'll freeze my ass off there!"
"That is not our problem," Vessaria then motioned for one of the guards standing by at the door. "You are someone else's problem, and that someone will be the Frost Archer."
"As if she would want anything to do with me!"
"Well, that is also not in our concern. Right now, we will be testing a pairing program within the League," Vessaria lifted up the paper she was holding and read it as she spoke. "You are not the only one who will be part of it. Even the Scorn of the Moon and the Piltover Enforcer is part of this program, and so is the Nine-Tailed Fox and many more of your fellow champions."
Katarina clenched her fists as she continued glaring at the High Councilor. She felt like Vessaria was treating her like some bratty kid and is now giving her some sort of babysitter!
"You will be following the Frost Archer's rules and orders. If you are to disobey her or harm her, you will be put in the League prison for a month as an alternative punishment and will be banned from the matches for two months."
"Put me in there now! No way am I going to Freljord!"
Vessaria, once again ignored her and snapped her fingers. The guard that had exited the room without her notice returned and with him is none other than the Frost Archer herself.
"Frost Archer," Vessaria ushered Ashe to come forward, and the Freljordian wordlessly walked into the room with grace that made it quite obvious that she's a ruler of a nation. "Are you sure you're up to this task?"
Ashe nodded. "Yes, High Councilor."
"Fuck you." Katarina snarled at her.
Much to Katarina's annoyance, Ashe merely glanced at her for a single second before returning her full and undivided attention to Vessaria.
"Alright then," Vessaria nodded her head to Ashe before turning back to the assassin. "You'll be leaving for Freljord in a few days, so I suggest you pack your bags, Miss Du Couteau."
Katarina growled, turning away and stomping out of the room, not even waiting to be officially dismissed by Vessaria. Over her shoulder, she heard the calls of "Sinister Blade!", but she ignored it.
Almost everyone in the League knows that whenever she's furious, she shouldn't be spoken to, looked at or be involved in any form of interactions.
"Du Couteau," A voice called out softly, while quick but light footsteps entered her hearing.
Unfortunately, it seems that the Frost Archer is part of the small population who doesn't know that unofficial rule. Once she sensed that Ashe was behind her, she quickly drew a knife and spun around to either slice or stab the Freljordian royal.
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Katarina, once again, had her menacing glare on, her glare focused on Ashe, who had successfully intercepted her blade by grabbing her right wrist. The calm expression on Ashe's face almost made Katarina want to draw another dagger and impale it in that flawless face. Maybe decorate it with a few scars here and there.
"That won't work on me," Ashe told her in a formal tone.
"It will, eventually." Katarina grunted out.
"If this is how you interact with your fellow champions, I fail to see how you'll succeed in making friends."
Katarina tugged her wrist away and sheathed her dagger. "I'm a Noxian. I don't make friends."
"Hmm," Ashe merely hummed in a flat tone before walking past her. "Follow me."
"Why should I?" Katarina snarkily questioned.
"I'm quite sure you know what will happen if you don't."
With that, Ashe continued down the hall, not even bothering to spare a glance back to Katarina's direction.
'That...! That little...! Bitch!'
Katarina was so tempted to launch a blade at the back of Ashe's hea...-!
"Try throwing a dagger," Ashe said, halting and turning to her halfway.
Instead of doing just that, Katarina stalked forward and stood inches away from Ashe, never breaking their eye contact.
"I hope you have your medications with you, because I can guarantee you that I'm going to be one hell of a headache for you."
"I'm sure I can handle a sensitive little kitten like you."
One minute, Katarina was glaring into a pair of cold cerulean-colored eyes, the next, she was staring at the boring paint of the hallway's wall, Ashe already heading down the hall.
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"What the fuck did you just call me!?"
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Author's Note: Okay! It's a start of a story of my OTP! ~^0^~
This won't be as good as Wounded by NyokaKione, okay? So, don't expect much! XD
I mean, seriously! Have you read that story? It's effin' AWESOME! I think that's where the KatxAshe ship originated. :P