Katarina, Da Sinister Blade.

Noxus. A proud country, that had seen its fair share of ups and downs. The 'ups' were usually classified as War. The Noxians loved war, and would do anything to see the spilling of blood. Their most famous Noxian was a League of Legends champion who went by the name Draven. He was the executioner, or as he liked to call it, the 'Glorious Executioner'.

There were many different people who owed their origins to Noxus. Darius, Draven's elder brother and famous hand of Noxus. Riven, whose name had been long etched out of the Noxian army? Warwick, the cursed Blood Hunter and his ex-apprentice, Singed.

However, there was one champion, who barely ever received fame, although she came from the famous Du Couteau family. The champion in question was Katarina, and the reasons for her secrecy were very legitimate.

One cannot boast about being an Assassin, as that very much ruins the purpose. Assassin's are stealthy, and love to feel the way their blades cut through flesh and bone, causing their victims to give one last look of fear before their fate sinks in. They were going to die, and there was other way about it.

The underground of Noxus was very familiar with the Sinister Blade, as her handy work had become quite the thing of talk. Thugs would place bets on how long the victim had if they were assigned to Katarina. Not a single one of them had made it over two days.

Heyer was far from the image of a good man. At the age of thirty two, with three wives divorced (And then tragically killed in an 'accident'), he was not what you would call the embodiment of justice. How he had risen to being the Chief of Justice in Noxus was something nobody could fully understand (As if there was a thing called 'Justice' in the city). However, many suspected it involved the Du Couteau family's signature.

He waited quietly in the thug infested sewers of Noxus for his acquaintance. He had requested to meet here, as it was a place that rarely aroused suspicion. This was the closest Noxus got to a happy place. Barrels of cloth were burnt in multiple colours of flame, men and woman laughing and singing, while some even had the audacity to bathe in the unclean sewer water.

It sickened Heyer to even be here, but it was important that he did. A pressing matter had reached the attention of Noxus government, and had to be dealt with immediately, for fear of panic.

"Oi! You there! Got any spare change?" One of the Sewer rats came towards him. It was obvious from his looks that he came from the slums of Noxus. His hair was greasy and flea infected, a ghastly amount of bugs falling down his hair as his finger scratched his head. His clothes were rags, cut and worn out. He had a maniacal look in his face that suggested his upbringing had not been a normal one.

"I am afraid not" sighed Heyer, gesturing with his hand to shoo him away as if he were a rabid dog. He had seen Yordles carry themselves with more pride than that miserable excuse of a Noxian. The man merely cackled and ran away.

Heyer sighed a second time. His acquaintance should have been here by now, but for some reason, seemed to be running late. His attire did not make him hard to spot at all, so there was no way his acquaintance had not seen him yet. In fact, he stood out from the inhabitants of the sewer, in a Summoner robe which merely concealed his face.

He could see through the rails of the Sewer than a pale moon shined in the night sky. The matter at hand was urgent, and his associate would have to get it done immediately.

"It is a wonderful night" a feminine voice said from behind him.

"Indeed it is, and you are late" replied Heyer, turning around to face his contact. She had taken to a different attire, and looked nothing like she normally did. She'd probably attract way too much attention if she did. He could see traces of silver hair from beneath the hood, but he had no doubt whom he was talking to.

"I had former matters to attend to" the reply came instantaneously, as if she had rehearsed to say it. "Business calls"

"Of this sort? Highly unlikely"

"What makes you say that?" His acquaintance lowered her hood, revealing her identity. A nasty gash ran down her left eye, her silver hair doing its best to cover it. Her hair had been dyed, of course. She was wearing a green jacket that seemed to end at her rib cage. She wore a black material beneath, which barely covered her breasts. Black tattoos swirled their way from beneath her breasts to her waist, and disappeared underneath her pants. She wore tight black pants, and spiky leather boots. All in all, Katarina looked devilish.

"Why the new look?" questioned Heyer, eyeing her from top to bottom. She truly was a creature of extreme exoticism. Many a man would have groped at her the moment they laid eyes on her, and would soon find a knife at their throat. Katarina was not a woman to be messed with.

"I do not wish to arouse suspicion, as your missions usually deal with me being out in the public. Not the best place an Assassin would want to kill in"

"Oh, this isn't that sort of mission. In fact, this requires stealth of the greatest level"

"Then you should have called for Talon. I excel in stealth, but he is far greater than me at missions like this"

"I also need a person who can get the job done quickly. I could not have found a person better suited for this mission than you"

"I'm flattered" smirked Katarina, her lips curving upwards. "However, I know you have not called me here to speak of my talents. State what you wish, Heyer"

"Surely you must have heard of the new champion?" stated Heyer, searching his cloak for something. A picture perhaps? Katarina nodded.

"He is the talk of the Institute. He comes from a land not known to Runeterra"

"True. However, we know of his origins, and he could possibly pose a threat"

"So you want me to...?"

"Isn't it obvious? Make him bleed"

"I cannot violate the Tribunal. Champions are not to attack other Champions outside the League"

"And when have you ever been one to follow rules?"

Katarina's smirk grew wider. "Where is he residing?"

"Much to our convenience, currently in Noxus. He thinks he is incognito, but we have a dozen trained spies on him as we speak"

"I am going to ask you to humbly lay off the spies. I do not like people watching me work"

"If that is what you wish" said Heyer. He snapped his fingers and a holographic image of four men appeared. Katarina had momentarily forgotten that Heyer possessed the powers of a Summoner. He muttered something in a language she could not understand, and the holograph disappeared.

"It is done" he said. He handed over the picture to Katarina, and started walking away. "His address is behind the photo. I suggest you finish this quickly. He is quite a handful"

And with that, Katarina put her hood back on and moved towards her destination.

He resided in an inn. Katarina made sure she passed by across the inn and towards the rooms upstairs. She discarded of her cloak immediately and made her way quietly down the hallway. She reached her victim's room, and slowly opened the door, making sure it didn't creak.

It was a rather dull place, devoid of any furniture save a table, a chair, a measly looking fridge and a bed. Not the prettiest places in Noxus, but definitely not a slum. Katarina closed the door, and slowly took out one of her knives from a hold in her pants.

She tip-toed her way towards the bed, where a soon to be corpse lay. She could make out his body from the slow inhaling and exhaling he emitted. It was a shame, really. He was quite a looker, and it was rare that anyone worth the Sinister Blade's time ever came around.

As quick as a mouse, she slit his throat and plunged the knife into his head. His breathing stopped immediately, much to Katarina's satisfaction. That might have been one of her fastest kills yet. She had expected more from a champion. She took out her knife and readied herself to clean the blood that dripped from it.

Not a single bit of liquid was stuck to her blade.

She felt a strong hand clasp her mouth. She tried to struggle before she noticed the object near her neck. It was a beautiful, long black sword. Her assailant was behind her.

"Don't move" He whispered in her ear. Katarina did a slow nod, cursing herself for not seeing this sooner. The sword suddenly left its position. Katarina felt a blow crash against her right temple, and all went black.

Katarina's eyes fluttered open to the liquid being splashed at her. She felt a lingering pain where the hilt of her assailant's sword had hit her. She once again cursed herself for not seeing this sooner. He was a League champion; of course he would have had a precaution.

A single torch lit the room. Katarina found herself propped on a chair, her hands bound by a thick rope. From what she felt, he had taken away all the concealed weapons she'd had with her for this assignment.

The light in the room was enough for her to see the champion's face. His brown eyes were narrowed at her, his orange hair falling down his forehead in a mess. He wore a black suit and pants. He had a handsome face, but one that betrayed no emotion.

"Who are you? Why were you sent here?" He asked in a monotonous tone. Katarina remained silent. She always had a spare blade, just in case something like this occurred. It was expertly hidden beneath a wrist band she wore, and from the looks of it, was still there. Carefully, she tried to obtain the blade to cut at her bonds.

"Who sent you here?" The boy repeated. His voice seemed to carry authority, authority one would not expect from a twenty one year old.

"My client shall remain unnamed" She said, a playful smirk on her face. "What's your name, pretty boy?"

"I'll ask you once more. Who are you, and who sent you here?"

"My name is Katarina. You ought to have heard of me" The boy's eyes widened a bit at the realisation, but quickly narrowed to his previous look.

"It's a violation of the Tribunal to attack another champion. If I were to inform the institution of thi-."

"Oh go ahead" smiled Katarina. "I'm sure they'd love to listen to you. But...Something tells me you won't turn me in just yet"

"What makes you say that?" He asked bluntly.

"Your eyes. They seem emotionless, but I can read you like a book. Your eyes are curious; they want to know why I'm here. And until you know that, you aren't going to budge"

"Fair enough" mumbled Ichigo. He let out a sigh, the only thing that suggested he was human.

"You never did tell me your name, pretty boy"

"Don't call me that. I'm the new champion; you still don't know my name?"

"The institute doesn't give away information before a champion is released. Rumour spread, but they are not to be trusted"

"What do the rumours say?"

"That you're Yasuo's gay brother. Tell me, is that true?"

"They actually say that?" the boy questioned. Katarina nodded, her grin growing even wider. She had managed to get a hold of her knife, and was now proceeding to cut at the rope.

"So, I'd rather like for you to tell me your name yourself"

"Go to hell" he said. "You still haven't told me why you're here"

"If you were to read my tattoo, you'd know" said Katarina, in a desperate attempt bring the boy on his knees. The boy, not being the brightest of the bunch, complied. The moment he got down, Katarina kicked him square in the face, forcing him to sprawl on the ground, clutching his head. Katarina cut out of the ropes and rushed towards him, and whispered in his ear.

"Don't move" and with a grin, she kicked him in the cheek, rendering him unconscious. She smiled and got to her knees, getting ready to hoist the boy (Who was sadly much taller than her), to the chair. It was time for some fun.

He awoke with a groan, much to Katarina's pleasure. It had only been ten minutes since she had knocked him out. The window overlooked the city streets, now empty save the beggars. She watched as recognition seeped into his eyes. He was bound the same way he had bound her. He seemed to have a considerable amount of rope.

"Nice trick" He muttered, his eyes still not betraying his emotions.

"Your appreciations are delightful. Now then, how shall I kill you?"

"You're not going to kill me" said the boy, a grin on his face.

"And what makes you think that?" replied the Assassin, a knife propped expertly in between her index finger and thumb. She darted her blade so that it was an inch away from Ichigo. He didn't even blink.

"If you wanted to kill me, you would have already done so. Your eyes are curious, just like mine. You want to know where I came from, what I do" Katarina was impressed. She had never heard someone mock her before. This guy had balls.

"I'm afraid you're right. I do want to know you" She walked towards him, making sure to sway her hips as she did so. She put her legs on either side of him, and propped herself on his lap. She put her hands on his shoulders, her silver hair dangling in front of her.

"You could start with where you're from" she suggested. The boy nodded.

"I come from a place on the outskirts of Runeterra. Called Karakura town. I came here because the league has always been something of curiosity"

"Fair enough. Now, you could tell me your name"

"Not a chance. You're going to have to kill me"

"But I don't want to do that, as you have so fantastically established" she said, her voice getting quieter and quieter. She bent to his ear, and whispered. "I'm looking for some fun. The question is...are you?" She then proceeded to stick her tongue out of her mouth and slowly play with his earlobe. She did this for a while, until it was bathed in her saliva before expertly capturing it with her lips.

She stifled a chuckle as she felt the boy's body stiffen. Clearly, he hadn't done this a lot. She looked at his red-cheeked face, and proceeded to kiss his neck softly, her lips taking their time against his skin. She kissed both the sides of his neck, and kissed his right cheek. It was funny watching it turn into a deeper shade of red.

He refused to budge, all though she knew he badly wanted to. She continued her work on his face while her hands moved south. She grabbed his slowly hardening member, increasing the speed of his erection exponentially. He was big, she'd give him that.

She stroked it gently, eliciting a moan from the orange haired boy. Even though there was a set of clothing, it did not seem to hinder the boy. He was clearly not a virgin; she could tell by the way he reacted. But from what she gathered, he hadn't done this a lot.

"Well then...what do you say? Think you're up for it? If you are...I'll even kill you when you're asleep" She could see the conflict on his face. Part of him knew if he did this, it would show weakness. But the other part of him wanted to this so bad...He mumbled something.

"What's that?" Katarina asked seductively.

"Ichigo...Kurosaki. That's my name" she took that as permission for letting him go. Katarina quickly took out a blade, and sliced at the rope. It fell apart on either side of him. Katarina wrapped her legs around his waist as he hoisted himself up, his hands wrapped around her waist. She proceeded to kiss him vigorously on the neck, still not satisfied.

She guided him towards the bed, where he fell with her on top. Katarina was a very dominant person in every part of life. Sexual intercourse was not to be excluded. She ripped open his coat, revealing a well toned body with numerous battle scars. She moved her fingers along each and every one of them, her need increasing more and more.

She moved her tongue expertly along his chest, making sure to search every part of his body. She was surprised at how he showed little to no resistance; he just let her go with what she wanted. She loved that.

She soon reached his rigid manhood. She slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his dick in all its glory. It was big, far bigger than she had anticipated. She gave it a few loving strokes before devouring it whole. Her tongue wrapped itself around its tip, making pleasant noises as the boy moaned.

He didn't last long. In about a minute, his penis turned into a geyser, erupting in his juices, spilling it all across her face. She slurped at it lovingly, and continued to do so for another minute.

She didn't know what happened, but the next thing she knew, she was pinned down on the mattress, with Ichigo on top of her.

"My turn" He grinned. He kissed her forehead, his member brushing against her pale stomach. She felt herself quiver a little at the touch. All the people she had done this with had been far more aggressive, attacking her mouth as if she were food. She liked the fact that Ichigo was somewhat considerate.

He tore her green jacket off of her as he kissed her nose, still refusing to meet her lips. It was only then did Katarina notice that they still hadn't properly kissed each other.

So he knows how to play...huh?, She wondered, throwing her arms around his neck, loving the things he was doing to her. He ripped open her black top, freeing her breasts from their confine. She closed her eyes, readying him to attack her nipples. But instead, his hands crept behind her, slowly creeping their way into her pants. She felt his arms strongly clasp on her rear, causing her to moan a little.

It was the first she had done this night, and it most certainly was not going to be the last. Ichigo somehow reversed their positions, so that he was now on top of the Assassin. He immediately grabbed her breasts, slowly squeezing them while kissing the valley in between.

Katarina arched her back in pleasure, moaning yet again. His tongue slowly seeped out, licking their way to her belly button before kissing it lovingly. Only then did she notice that she was still partially clothed.

He fumbled with her pants, and Katarina firmly held his hands. "Allow me" she said coyly in is ear as she undid her pants, revealing scarlet panties and a belt with dangling daggers. Ichigo's eyes widened as she took the belt and kept it on the table next to the bed.

"Can't be too cautious these days" She mumbled and silently gestured for him to continue, which he did with hastiness. He turned her around gently, and trailed her back with kisses, letting his tongue bathe her shoulder-blades. It was almost serpent like.

After about twenty minutes of nothing but relishing each other, Katarina spread her legs. Ichigo's breathing was a little fast, but not nearly as erratic as his would-be killer's. She hadn't had this much fun in ever.

Without hesitation, Ichigo plunged into her. Katarina moaned in pleasure, so loud people might have mistaken it for a scream. It was only then did Ichigo crash his lips against hers, in a desperate attempt to silence her. His tongue quickly invaded her mouth, their tongues thrashing against each other.

He thrust into her, showing absolutely no mercy as she screamed into his mouth. After about an hour, they finally collapsed, gasping for breath. Katarina on top, and Ichigo's arms around her. She bit his lower lip and pulled out, before kissing his neck one last time before exhaustion got the better of the two.

Katarina staggered towards Heyer the next morning, a big frown on her face. "Your contacts led me to an ambush! A bunch of rapists greeted me"

Heyer's eyes widened. "But that is impossible! Surely there has been some sort of misunderstand-."

"No misunderstanding, Heyer. I'll let you live this time. If you were to lead me into something like this again...You'll be sorry you did so"

"What's that on your neck?" Heyer questioned. A patch of red was evident on the left side of her neck. Katarina however, chose to not answer that and quickly withdrew into the shadows.

Ichigo awoke alone, much to his dismay. A piece of paper neatly perched on his chest.

My client will not leave you alone. He will track you down and send me to you again. I suggest you frequently keep moving. If he sends me, can I hope for the same treatment?

P.S: Last night was amazing. You have my thanks.

Ichigo sighed and got dressed. He was going to find Katarina, and repay her in kind.