Blood Brothers: First Light

Hello everyone and welcome to my new story! I've always loved the blood brothers, Darius and Draven, since I am pretty damn good at both of them if I do say so myself. I really love their lore as well, since they as brothers are completely opposite to each other. I've always wanted to dive deeper into the story of the two together at the Institute of War. This story is totally gonna be different from what League is. For example, I'm going to make Renekton regain his sanity, albeit only somewhat. Anyhoo, Enjoy!

It was a normal day for Darius. Wake up, yell at Draven to wake up, eat some breakfast with the other Noxians, exercise at the gym, get into a fight with the pussy of Demacia, have Katarina help Garen instead of him, fight in matches and finally, leave to do his own things. The elder of the brothers sat at the bench press, Ahri's new hit single playing over the intercom system. He grunted in exertion, trying his best to ignore the group of fangirls that had come to watch him lift and admire his body. Sweat dripped down his face and onto his simple black tee. Finished, Darius got up to finish his work out for the day-this was the girl's favorite part. Grasping his bag, he shot a glare at the Might of Demacia, who was staring at him with rage in his eyes while running endlessly on the treadmill (seriously, how does he run so much?). Darius swiftly opened the door to the Institute gym, a blast of cold air stealing his breath as his fan club faithfully followed. Entering a building called "Dunk'Em Darius," which was a basketball place owned by Swain, was open to him 24/7 to practice his guillotine of pure awesomeness. Of course, the hoops and balls were magically empowered to ensure that Darius didn't blast everything by a fierce backwards dunk. He smirked at the thought of it. Flipping a switch, Darius felt the sting in his eyes as the large court became visible, lights above coming on with a flash. He put his bag down on the stands, practicing for the Noxian bi-monthly basketball tournament, which was a series of 1 on 1 matches that occurred every two months. The victor was given bragging rights and one of Darius's prized basketballs (which no one has ever gotten so far). The last place loser, however, had to complete 1 task set to them by the victor, which, of course, was always Darius. It was hilarious to him to see Cassiopeia putting her tail in Garen's rear, even though everyone was disgusted. He made his little brother dress neatly in a suit he had purchased from Zac's shop, Zuits, and take Vayne out on a date. The "emo bitch," as Draven oh so fondly named her, was told that Draven would listen to everything she said. Ooh, boy did the night hunter have fun.
Darius smiled. The tournament was tomorrow and he couldn't wait to kick everyone's ass again. As his fans cried out his name, Darius began to dribble his prized ball, the Dunkey, as he called it after one of his favorite summoners. The crowd began to chant his name, roaring for him to dunk the son of a ball into the net. He complied. He yelled out and jumped, feeling pure power flow through his veins as he smashed his ball into the hoop. Grasping his ball quickly, he jumped again to violently smash it whilst turning himself around, a pretty awesome sight. He jumped again, this time completely backwards and smashed the ball into the hoop and prepared for his second-to last one. Darius grinned and roared in power as he held the ball over his head in one arm, smashing it down with the force of a train.
Then, the most unexpected thing happened. The indestructible hoop violently exploded in a flash of power, plastic and metal flying everywhere. "Qua-quadra kill?" Darius whispered out in outrage. He began to shake violently. "QUADRA KILL?" He roared as he picked up his ball. "NOOOOOOO!" his roar of rage echoed through the place as his fans looked on in horror. Never before has Darius failed to complete his classic finisher in every basketball game: the final half court leaping dunk. Darius grasped his ball and chucked it as hard as he could, screaming in rage as he stormed his way out of the court, not even bothering to take his bag. Fangirls flocked to the abandoned clothes, whispering amongst themselves and breathing in his glorious, arousing sweat.
-Miles away-
Urgot was playing some basketball to try and finally beat Darius. He lined up a perfect shot and let it fly, only to have a random ball fly out of the blue, smashing into his airborne ball and continuing to smash Urgot in the face. His ball fell, a perfect shot ruined. 'D-damn you, Darius...' he thought as the world went dark for our favorite spider-legged, ugly sagging pile of flesh.
-Draven-
Draven was sitting at the community basketball court, just admiring the view of himself from a mirror and was stroking his awesome hair. "Damn, I'm good!" he said as he grinned wildly, his perfect teeth showing as he grasped one of his brother's basketballs."Hey Draven!" a voice called out. He turned to see the new guy, Sol, standing there at one of the courts with some other people. "D'you wanna play some basketball with us?" Draven grinned even more. This was his time to shine. "Sure thing!" he called back and strolled over. Now, Draven wasn't arrogant about his skill for no reason. Since he was Darius's brother and partner in training, Darius had forced onto him his regime of awesome dunking skills as well as basketball skills.
The group split into two teams: Sol was the first team captain with Jax, Varus (whom Sol had somehow managed to get to come out of his room), Lee Sin (whom Sol insisted that this would help him even more with his blindness), and none other than Draven. The other team consisted of Zed, Hecarim, Kha Zix, Graves, and Talon. Since Sol "clearly was at a disadvantage," according to Kha Zix, Sol started off with the ball. Sol checked it with Zed, swiftly passing it to Jax, who caught the ball in one hand and spun it on his finger as he jumped over our favorite pony. Kha Zix jumped up to intercept it, batting the ball out of his hand and stealing it. Kha threw it to Talon, who dispersed into shadows as Lee Sin smashed the ground, immediately spotting the invisible assassin. He crippled Talon as he dragon kicked the ball out of his hand, letting Varus take the ball. Varus lined up a perfect shot, only to be rammed into by Hecarim. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT YOU ASSHOLE!" Sol roared as Hecarim laughed wildly. "RULES ARE FOR PUSSIES!" he yelled back as Varus gingerly got up, angry. Varus threw tendrils of corruption, locking down Hecarim as Sol jumped to the stuck horse. He grasped the ball and jumped, only to see that Zed was in front of him all of a sudden. Sol kept dodging Zed's fierce swipes as he tried to pass. Zed punched Sol in the stomach as Zed stole the ball, passing it to Graves. Graves jumped, lining a perfect 3 pointer and sinked it with ease.
"3 to 0!" Graves said happily as he grinned. Sol snarled as he got up. "Fine then! Play DIRTY!" Sol roared as he activated his ult on every single enemy there. All of them suddenly got slowed and were incredibly weak. Sol tossed it to Draven, who grinned. Draven ran to the end of the other side of the court, waiting for an amazing throw. He lobbed it, his perfect aim not failing. The ball sailed through the air, dropping neatly through the hoop with a clean "swoosh." "3 to 3, ya dipshits!" Sol yelled as he high fived his team.
"What's this?" A voice called out as everyone turned to see the new challenger. "Hey bro," Draven grinned as he waved to his sibling. "Just a friendly basketball game." Darius grinned. "Let me play," he said. "Me versus all of you."
They looked at each other in amazement. "His ego is bigger than his brother's," Jax stated as they nodded. Darius started with the ball as the other 10 people got ready. "You ready for this?" he said. "Oh, and it's winner's ball. Whoever scores starts with it next."
They nodded as Darius prepared to begin. Roaring, he leaped up higher than anyone could see, a nifty trick he picked up from working out with his occasional lifting partner, Pantheon. The cool air contrasted the hot blood and energy coursing through him as he began to fall. Yelling loudly, he dropped like a Mercer dive bomb (for you prototype fans :D). Everyone below screamed in terror and began to scatter like the weak. With the force of a small nuke, Darius smashed the ball into the hoop and himself into the ground. The court exploded.
Everyone became to surround the cloud of dust and debris, wondering if Darius could survive that. "Bro?" Draven called out, worried. There was silence as the dust began to settle. "So, the score's 3 to 0?" Darius called out as he climbed out from the jutting concrete shards. Blood covered his left leg and half of his face. There was a grin on his face. 'That was the best dunk ever.'

Hours Later
"Hey bro!" Draven said to the bandaged figure.
Darius looked up from his late night coffee. "Yeah?" he replied. "What's up?"
Draven grinned. "So, you like any chicks here? I mean, I always see ya all alone and such," he said as he waved his arms for emphasis. "You see, the great Draven always has a girl in his arms...and his bed," he finished as he roared in laughter at his own clever joke.
Darius smirked. "No, I don't think so," he calmly stated. "At least, not yet," he quietly ends.
Draven felt pity for his older brother. Of course, it wasn't his fault that he didn't get any girls. Draven was certain Darius was good looking, he just had very little experience with girls, isn't really a romantic person and is pretty bad at showing emotions. "Well, tell ya what," he comments as he jumps enthusiastically in the air. "I got an idea."
Darius raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

The brothers were making their ways around the Demacian bar, Draven grinning and winking at any female with a sizable chest and a hot body and Darius hulking in the back menacingly. Draven was talking to some blond girl at the bar while Darius was sitting in a red booth, watching T.V. No one dared bother the monster of a man, so there Darius sat undisturbed while Draven found his...fun... for the night.
"Hey," a voice quietly stated as Darius turned to see a dark-blue headed girl with a bird sit down across from him. "Not from around here, are you?" she quietly stated.
She stuck out her hand. "I'm Quinn. I'm a kinda new champion for the League," she said as her bird squawked. "And that's Valor."
(A/N: In this story, Noxus and Demacia aren't constantly at war and currently are in a state of mutually agreed peace.)
The eldest blood brother shook her hand. "Darius," he said in a calm yet commanding voice.
She sat there with the silent man, wondering what his past was like. "So uh," she began awkwardly. "Not much of a talker, huh?"
Darius smirked. "War tends to do that," he commented almost cynically. "Especially when you lead."
She frowns. 'Obviously he's not Demacian, so he's obviously Noxian.' "You fought in the Ionian Invasion?"
Darius nods. "General Darius," he states. "Also known as the Hand of Noxus, as my League title goes."
Her eyes widened. She had been sitting and talking with the feared Hand of Noxus, yet he hasn't made a single move of violence against her. "So, uh," she coughs. "I guess you aren't as bad as what they say you are like."
He looks at her curiously. "Oh? Now what do they say about me?"
She starts to talk, blushing at his deep and masculine voice. "Well, apparently you're the man that single-handedly won multiple battles. You're the scourge of Demacian soldiers, the most brutal and cruel warrior, and the bane of women and children alike," she quietly states.
Darius laughed. The rare sound reverberated through the ranger's mind as Darius settled, amused. "Well," he coughs. "I do believe the first half to be true," he says as he smirks. "The second half, well, you tell me."
She nods, convinced. "Well, Sir Darius," she quietly states. "Thanks for talking with me," she says happily as Darius nods. "I don't exactly know many people here, so I'm glad to meet you," she stated. 'Even though I've been here for months,' she thought to herself glumly.
"A good day to you as well, Quinn," he calmly replied as he looked towards the T.V. once more.
"Um," Quinn's nervous voice called out. "Would you... Would you like to meet up some time for coffee?"
Darius nodded. "Sounds good. This Saturday, perhaps 9:00 at the Justice square?"
She nods and walks away. "Looking forward to it!" she happily said.

Darius smiled as he walked out of the bar with his brother. "Thanks," he calmly states. "Your plan worked. I don't know how you managed to get Quinn to come to me but-"
"Quinn?" Draven asked. "Who's that?"
Darius face-palmed.
Next Day
Darius awoke early for his daily 4 mile run. He winced at the bright light that the sun brought with it. Putting on his exercise garbs, he met with his brother for their morning jog. "Yo!" Draven saluted as he joined his older sibling. "Good morning, brother," Darius stated calmly as they both made their way out of the Noxian quarters. The silence was somewhat awkward as the brothers lightly ran in the crisp morning air, feeling the warm sun.
The pair passed by various people in their path. Talon was furiously making out with Fiora, Garen was talking with Katarina while Lux was staring at her brother from a nearby bush, Tryndamere was spending quality time with his wife, Ashe, Syndra forced Zed to hold hands with Irelia, Leona and Pantheon talking over some breakfast, and finally, the demon incarnate himself, Teemo planting suspicious-looking plants in the garden.
"Ten gold says I can hit the bastard from here," Draven quipped to the passing Jax, who laughed. Darius smirked. Of course, he hated no one more than he hated Teemo. The little bugger was the most annoying person to lane against, of course.
"You're on," Darius quietly stated as Draven looked at him in shock. "Wow, man. Never thought you'd make bets, but, uh," Draven grinned," you're on."
The pair stopped as Draven summoned one of his axes thanks to the enchantments on them. 'They will always come back to you,' the summoner had said to the executioner. Draven lined up the shot, hurling the wicked blade towards the scuttling sack of shit. "Augh!" Teemo screamed as a blade tore through his body and left his intestines spilling on the floor. "Why, me..." Teemo whispered," again..." he stated as he died for the six-hundredth time that month.
The day continued on as usual as Darius prepped for the tournament that evening. Finally, the time came for our favorite dunker as he rushed into Dunk'em Darius. He was the first one there, as usual. Getting ready, he did some stretches as people started to come in.
"Garen, Xin Zhao, Ziggs, Leblanc(Darius was confused what the lithe and incredibly attractive woman was doing here), Draven, Graves, Twisted Fate, Galio, Talon, Katarina, Shen, Kennen, Zed, Wind Guy, Riven, Me, Tryndamere, Sol, Sejuani and Olaf," Darius muttered to himself. 'Interesting match ups Swain picked,' he mused as he sat on the sideline chairs designated for the players.
The crowds began to fill as the day fell into evening, the sun setting lazily on the horizon. Finally, the time came for the tournament. "Welcome, champions, summoners and random citizens alike!" Swain called from a platform on the court. The magical spell woven into his...black snowcone was it?... amplified his voice to a boom. Cheers erupted from the previously idle crowd. "Time for our fifth bimonthly Basketball tournament to begin! Our dunk master would like to speak a few words to commemorate this event."
Darius stepped onto the stage in his traditional basketball outfit. "Welcome! Time to dunk, smash, shoot and steal our way to viktory!" A lone purifier scowled. He lifted up the dunk master trophy with one of his prized basketballs neatly sitting in the cup. "The winner of today's tournament will receive my title as dunk master and also get one of my prized basketballs," he paused to let the crowds roar. "Let the tournament begin!"
He stepped off the stage after exchanging glances with Swain. With a nod, he walked to his seat. The grin on his face grew larger and larger with each passing second.
'I can't wait.'

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-adrin