Disclaimer: I do not own League of Legends or any of the champions I write about! This is purely for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: Hello everyone, welcome to my first League story. ^^ Hope you all enjoy it, and do let me know what you think about it in a review. ;D
TBH, I fell in love with Kat x Lux after reading To The Edge of Light's Reach, so check that one out if you haven't already. :3
The door swung open silently, light pouring into the room as Katarina entered, a smirk dancing around the corners of her lips. "Am I late?" she inquired, sarcasm dripping from her words as her gaze swept the room. Despite this being a "Noxus exclusive" type of meeting, she still wasn't too fond of the present company, though she disliked them a tad bit less than the rest of those who occupied the Institute of War. She thought that was a pretty generous sentiment, considering.
"Nice of you to join us." Slightly mocking, with stern undertones, Swain's eyebrows were raised with impatience as he gestured for Katarina to take a seat. She basked in the attention she was receiving, plopping into an empty chair beside Cassiopeia with an air of superiority. She flashed a smile at her dearest sister, who returned the favor with a sneer (ungrateful bitch), before the topic of conversation became more important to her than petty pleasantries.
"The need for this Institute of War is long behind us," Darius began, pacing the room. "We've come to the conclusion that a violent course of action is but an inevitability. In order to truly rid ourselves of the burden of the League, we will have to destroy it completely." His grave expression mirrored the mood that had permeated the room, though Katarina felt a dark excitement building within her. Overthrowing the Institute of War had always been a dream to her, and her fellow Noxians now desired to make it a reality.
"And how, exactly, do you propose we do this? It will be no simple matter." Talon voiced a certain skepticism Katarina would rather smother, as valid a point as it was. Her fingers had already begun to twitch, craving the smooth surface of a blade between them.
Swain took the stage once more. "It will not be easy, this we know for certain. However, if we gather all of our strength, victory will be guaranteed." As if those flimsy reassurances would ever be enough for Valoran's most esteemed warriors, though it would have to do for now. Katarina was aware that she would be a key component in the impending battle, and her mouth was nearly watering with her thirst for enemy blood. Particularly those of Demacia.
"We will continue to hold these weekly meetings, until our plans are complete. And do at least attempt to be on time," Darius finished, with a pointed stare in Katarina's direction. She beamed angelically, before heaving herself from her seat and sauntering towards the door. Before exiting she shot a flirtatious wink in the Hand of Noxus' direction, then continued on her way. She didn't get very far before she collided with something soft and warm, sending her tumbling to the ground.
"Ouch- what the fuck?" She growled, blue eyes flashing with fury as her gaze met that of the Lady of Luminosity, Luxanna Crownguard. Blonde hair fanned out beneath her head, a frown creasing her lips as she realized the vulnerability of the position the two girls had assumed. Katarina glared down at the Demacian female beneath her, pinning her in place with the strength of her arms and legs. "Funny that we should meet here, Lux, so far from where you belong..."
"Oh my, I must've gotten lost on my way to the bathroom," she countered, somewhat apologetic. "If you could point me in the right direction, I would be ever so grateful." Katarina caught her breath, taken aback by the bright smile that had spread across Lux's lips. She shook herself out of the trance, baring her teeth.
"Cut the bullshit, scum," the red-head hissed, a dagger materializing in her hand. She pressed the weapon into the soft flesh of Lux's neck, causing the mage to wince as a trickle of red marred unblemished pale skin. "Now tell me what the hell you were doing, or so help me you will regret ever having been born."
Much to Katarina's chagrin, rather than cowering in fear, Lux rolled her eyes, wide and crystal clear, ignoring the blade pressed into her neck completely. Eyebrow twitching in annoyance, the blonde struggled against the firm hold Katarina had ensnared her within, "As if I've never heard that before. I grew up with a brother, thank you very much. If you would kindly remove your heavy, insufferable weight from my body, I would deeply appreciate it."
Realizing she was gaining absolutely nothing from this other than a peculiar sadistic joy, Katarina huffed, blowing a strand of dark pink hair off her forehead. At a deliberately slow pace, she lifted herself up and off of Lux, not bothering to offer a hand to the other girl as she hopped up off the floor. "You're welcome," Katarina couldn't help but bite out, thoroughly enjoying antagonizing this Demacian.
"Thank you," Lux managed to respond, not a hint of sarcasm in her tone. Katarina was mildly impressed, though concealed this fact behind a scowl. Sheathing her dagger, with the mental note of cleaning it later, for it was surely infected with some horrid disease now, Katarina turned from Lux and walked away.
"Don't let me see you around here again, Princess. You won't get off so easy next time," she threw over her shoulder, nonchalant. She didn't bother to wait for a reply, as hallways of the Institute began to blend into a familiar maze. Her thoughts were preoccupied with the notion of overthrowing the League, and finally being rid of all of her duties as a champion. Ironically, it was then she began to feel the familiar stirrings of a Summoning, the ominous blue light enveloping her body and whisking her away to the Summoner's Rift.
She felt the link between herself and the Summoner who had called her click into place as she appeared on the Rift, and it took all of her self-control to stifle the rage that boiled within her as a result. Katarina wanted to fly through the link and tear the Summoner's eyes out, she shouldn't have to be subjected to the control of someone else for the petty entertainment of Valoran. Sure they had created the League in order to sort out some major political conflicts, but what it had quickly become was something else altogether. An arena of brutality that was far beneath her, Katarina felt as though she was being wasted here, in the comforting confines of a false reality. It was an insult, really.
Schooling her features, Katarina managed to mumble, "Mid," before tearing out of the fountain, boosted by the boots of speed her Summoner had decided to purchase. She played through the rest of the game with an almost frightening ferocity, her bouncing blades thrown with a force not many had the honor of seeing before. Though Sejuani had offered a gank, by the time the boar-riding woman had reached the middle lane, her adversary, Akali, lay facedown on the ground, dead.
Her Summoner had been offering her a steady string of encouragement and instruction throughout the match, which served to enrage her even more. She shut her mind to the infuriating male, taking things into her own hands and winning the game for her teammates easily. Draven had smirked at her, axes still spinning, brimming with confidence after another win had been added to his history. Exhausted and panting, Katarina watched with satisfaction as her enemies' Nexus exploded in a magnificent flash of purple, and she was returned to her room, courtesy of aforementioned blue light. She had a love-hate relationship with that thing.
Collapsing into her bed, Katarina could not help but think of the ease of her life, without the League to worry about. Regardless of whether she was busy or not, the Institute could summon her to her duties, something she constantly felt should be shunted off to someone with lesser talents than she. In her comforting homeland of Noxus, she had been a revered assassin, feared and respected, while here she was simply just another champion among many, with her own unique skills.
As her thoughts began to drift and she allowed the gentle tendrils of sleep to claim her, Katarina couldn't help the flash of blonde that appeared within her subconscious, soon to be forgotten as she surrendered to her fatigue.