Hi everyone! Welcome to my first League fanfiction, which will mainly be about Ahri's adventures outside of the Fields of Justice (even though this first chapter is probably misleading, since it seems to primarily concern Wukong, haha). Ideally I'd like to frame these in a mini-episode format, with each piece being able to stand alone while contributing towards a larger plotline, but we'll have to see where my writing takes me, hehehe.

At any rate, I have a love-hate affair/addiction with LoL, and Ahri is my favorite champion, so I figured if I might as well start writing a fanfiction, it might as well be about her! I hope you enjoy it!

EDIT 03-28-14: Cover art from the wonderful Claparo-Sans! I love the old-school water color, traditional style this piece exudes, almost like it's a fairytale. It feels so ethereal and awesome and yay. Check them out on Deviantart for more awesome arts! (Unfortunately, it wasn't made specifically for this piece, and probably doesn't make as much sense to the story. But it's pretty! xD Anyway, if YOU have awesome art skills and would like to draw Ahri being derpy in front of her bathhouse, or something...I'd love you forever.)

EDIT 08/28/15: I'm back! Sorry sorry sorry for the extended hiatus! Anyway, if you are a newcomer to this story, then welcome! Please lean back, relax, read, enjoy, and offer constructive criticism if you're really in love! ;) And if you have lurked around this story before, then welcome back! Perhaps you'll notice that I'm in the process of doing some rewriting/heavy editing along with releasing new content! Just hoping to clean it up a bit…let me know what you think!

A thought…

a dazzle of blue flame…

a high-pitched, girlish giggle.

(Teeheeheeheeheee...)

The Monkey King felt undeserving of his majestic title as he exited the field in a sullen-faced mood. In place of his typical upright swagger, the monkey padded quietly through the lobby on all fours with his head bowed and his gaze firmly fixed onto the floor, determined to avoid conversation at all costs. Even his tail, which normally coiled and flicked about with a mind of its own, and would playfully tap the shoulder of a Summoner here, or a Champion there, now limply hung over one shoulder. Today he wanted to be as small as possible, for he needed some alone-time to indulge in a session of much-needed self-pitying. What a misfortune, losing seven—seven!—consecutive games that he had been heckled into playing, and during those nonsensical hours of night that were much better spent in bed. That last game in particular ended up being a prolonged hour and a half of drawn-out-torture, for not only was the defeat humiliating, but it was now half past ten and the breakfast buffet was officially closed. Hunger made his lip curl upwards into a feral scowl as he paused before a chatty cluster of Summoners loitering near the entrance to the Champion's dormitories, no doubt hoping to draft their favorites for upcoming matches, but upon seeing the hostile Monkey King, they immediately scattered.

Nope, he really wasn't in a good mood. But at least now there was nothing standing between him and some privacy, for Summoners were barred past this point, and his rooms were mere a hop and a skip up to the second landing. Oh, how he just wanted to order room service and be alone—

"OPPA!"

Oh no.

An enthusiastic shriek of disproportionate volume snuffed the conversational hum in the lobby into shocked silence as heads swiveled towards the origin of the noise. As for the monkey, he groaned and closed his eyes, for the voice was unmistakable…and couldn't have been more ill-timed. Begging the Wise One for a shred of patience, he stood on his hind legs and turned to greet the newcomer, but was instead assaulted with a whirling blur of fluff that hurled itself into his chest with enough force to lift him off his feet and launch them both backwards in a nonsensical entanglement of limbs and other miscellaneous appendages. The doors slid shut behind them, but not before every Summoner present was given an entertaining eyeful of the bewildered monkey, pinned to the floor.

As for Wukong, he made a single, halfhearted attempt to disentangle himself from as many of his abuser's tails as he had the energy for, but finally just let it be and curled himself into a ball on the floor, smothered in fox fur and sore all over, feeling as though he couldn't sink any lower. Monkey King, they called him? Ha! He felt majestic indeed.

"Finally! I've been looking for you," Ahri giggled, hopping to her feet and brushing long, spidery fingers down the crumpled front of her kimono. Once straightened, she ran a mischievous eye over the many bumps and bruises that ravaged her friend's battered form. "I saw your last match," she added with a cheeky grin, "and it looked bruuutal!"

The monkey grumbled something incoherent, and buried his face under his tail. "Go away Ahri."

"What, you're just going to lie on the floor like that?"

"Yes."

"Oh stop being so grumpy!" the fox girl whined in her playful way, which for the moment struck a discordant note with the monkey, for Wukong was not in the mood to play. He was hungry, he was sore, he was vaguely aware that Ahri was bending over him, probably do some additional sort of mischief to the top of his head…but he didn't care because he just wanted to go to bed, and…there was a sudden, overwhelming aroma of mint and warm dough that made his nose quiver, and could not be overlooked. Raising his head, it took him a moment to register the strange blob that was dangling from Ahri's hands, but upon recognition, immediately made him faint with hunger. "Is…that…?"

It was the largest, most glorious fig cake he had ever seen. In truth, it was probably like all of the others, but Wukong was so distraught and delirious with hunger by that point that even a little circle of cake dangling tantalizingly from Ahri's fingers seemed a veritable Mecca of food. A trembling paw reached up to take the cake, but with a merciless giggle, the fox girl took a step back. "You have to promise to stop being so dour," she stipulated with a pout.

"Okay, sure, whatever, anything." Wukong's eyes were large, glassy, and fixated on the cake.

Ahri, ever the prankster, deliberated for one more excruciating moment as to whether or not she should give in, but finally conceded and handed him the treat. In seconds he was sitting cross-legged, meticulously picking the last of the crumbs from his furry snout. "Better now?"

"Yes and no," Wukong replied, "you can't imagine how sore I am!"

"After only seven games?" Ahri crinkled her nose and looked up at him; while he devoured the cake she had entertained herself by juggling a ball of blue fox-fire between her many tails, waiting for the precise second the monkey finished his meal. Now, with a wave of her hand, the ball of fire vanished, and she stood up to stretch her legs. "Gosh you're getting old!"

"Actually, I was doing great until some vicious ninety-pound fox ruthlessly attacked me out of nowhere."

Ahri's retaliating "Hey!" was lost in bubbles of laughter, and she half-tugged, half-dragged the Monkey King back to his feet. "Oh come on ajjushi, let's get you to a Healing Center!" She skipped down the hallway a few steps, tails rippling in a grand train behind her; when they were fully spread out she seemed to take up the entire width of the hall.

Upright, Wukong felt exhaustion cling to his bones, which masked a duller, more throbbing sort of pain. His legs alone felt like two slabs of Jell-O with hundreds of needles wiggling inside. "Ahri wait," he groaned, stretching out a hand as he labored after the fox girl. "Seriously, I think they really did a number on me."

Ahri turned, and her mischievous look softened at the sight of her battered friend. One hand grasped his own, and a tail (or three) coiled around his shoulders to half support, half propel the monkey forward. Still, it was a jolting ride, for she liked to skip when she walked, and she was impatient to see Wukong recovered quickly. For his own sake, of course, but she was also quivering with barely suppressed excitement, right down to her tail tips.

Secrets had a way of doing that.