Hello, everyone! I'm Kagamiroko, an ex-writer of local guides and books, and I recently ventured into the writing of FanFics!

I bring this story to you as a smutty romance between Ekko and Ahri, some of my favourite mid-laners. This is the first of many, and expect L-rated stories for lemons coming up! There isn't any at this chapter.

This first chapter is a bit short, because it's simply to set the background for Ahri and her reasoning to meet Ekko. Nonetheless, I hope it suffices to satisfy you.

Enjoy!

Ahri strolled the luxury streets of Ionia, scanning around for new clothes, and… new prey. Her nine tails, clumped together as one, swirled hypnotically as she eyed around for more outfits on the glossy windowpanes. It's been another few strenuous weeks of the Rift, and Ahri was glad to be finally having her day off. Her tails imitated a clenched fist as she recalled her last game, where an inexperienced summoner kept throwing her into outnumbered fights, feeding the enemy team repeatedly and losing the game. Shunned by her teammates and mocked by her opponents, she applied for a leave and left in a scurrying, bringing only money, some clothes and her tears.

Her sulk was interrupted as the hairs on her neck perked up, sensing a focused gaze from an unknown location. She stopped walking, as her black, velvety ears scanned the surroundings for anomalies amongst the blaring flood of Ionian citizens. Unsurprisingly, that turned to no avail. Ahri continued walking, with more caution, for that unknown gaze seemed to linger. Her expression became more disturbed, until it became contagious, random strangers in the crowd staring at her troubled face. Her slow pace quickened into a jog, her tails curled up to prevent being stepped on by the oblivious crowd around her.

It happened quickly. A coarse, calloused hand momentarily touched her shoulder before applying immense force, throwing her petite, slim body into a shadier, narrow alley that Ahri never seemed to notice was there. When she regained her sense, her brain registered her body sprawled over the ground and got up in a dazed, groggy fashion.

She scanned her surroundings. It was a narrow concrete walkway with smooth stone on each of the two walls, wedged in between two ten-storey buildings. Not a single person was around, which was surprising, considering that she was in the city centre of Ionia. Noticing that she was coated by a massive shadow, she looked up… and wish she didn't instantly. A group of summoners, classified to be in bronze V leagues by their dull, unmarked cloak, glared down at their new target. They were known to be notoriously violent, but somehow, by sheer luck, they were allowed to remain in the Institute of War.

Ahri got up and smirked, her tails fanning out instinctively. "What do you want?"

The leader stepped forward, a bronze-tanned man with arms of nearly pure muscle (imagine Alistar-arms on a human) and a tiny head that was out of proportion in comparison to the rest of the body.

He chuckled. "Not much. Just putting a slutty fox in her place," he said, as his herd moved to surround her in a semicircle, as if it was part of a script they rehearsed.

One of his friends to her left lunged at her, slamming her towards the cold, stone wall and pinning her, harshly slamming air out of her lungs. Her tails curled around the invader's hands and struggled to break the grip on her shoulders, but his strength and the shock of the slam overwhelmed her. In the tiny part of her brain that wasn't overwhelmed by panic or shock, she summoned her essence ball. A swirling ball of mystic blue essence materialised from behind the teenager that pinned her and floated to her right palm.

"Whoa, what you gonna do, darlin'?" the leader taunted. "Kill the very people you choose to serve?" His mob laughed, with cruelty underlying their fits.

Ahri faltered at that thought. As much as she'd hate to admit, he was right. Killing, or even harming, wasn't an option for her. It'd get her expelled from the League, and they'd go off without a scratch. She lowered her ball, and was taken by surprise with a punch from one of the other students, followed by a hard shove from the opposite direction, sending her body sprawled to the floor once again. The next few minutes were a flurry of kicks, punches and a stockpile of insults. She shrieked and squirmed and attempted everything to endure the pain. For a brief period, they stopped, and she lifted her hopes to think it was over. Her bruised body crippled under force from another kick as she was sent flying deeper into the alley. Tears flowed an endless stream from her dull-gold eyes as their words stabbed their needles deep in her heart.

The afternoon sun started to set.

How was that for a start? Please leave reviews and follow if you're willing to see where this plot goes.

Thank you for your time!