I'd like to thank my beta reader. Happy Jinxmas
If you find any errors on this it was my fault for adding after her edits sorry. Its just the largest chapter I've written and I read and read re-read it about 6-9 times til I got a head ache editing it.

I don't know why I decided to write this, just got on my laptop and started writing…sorry for the long, long chapter. Inspiration was taken from a book series called "Neighbor from Hell".
Please let me know what you think and if I should continue writing it or just neglect this story.
I'm fully aware I have another two stories that need to be concluded…FML
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Prologue

The sun baked grains of sand burned the soft pale flesh between her toes. She angrily ran back onto the boardwalk.

"I hate it here! I hate it!" She threw a bottle of sun lotion at a passerby ignoring his scream as the bludgeon sound of the bottle hitting his skull rang loudly.

All she could think of was how her father had been acting weeks prior to this assignment. His usual loving and playful self-had turned into a cold matter of fact task master. Leaving her feeling as if she constantly had to prove herself.

…..
A week before, her assignment:
Her ballet class had been cut short as one of her father's servants had picked her up from practice.

As soon as she arrived home her father began to speak without giving her a hello or welcome.

"You are being sent on a mission. Don't argue back." Her father spoke as her saw her scowl on her face.

"You have become too enamored in liberal arts and less in those of which you were born or intended to be used for, for the good of the state."

Her younger sister, ran down the stairs in a pink tutu and curls that could make springs jealous.

"Daddy, I love it!" the young blond girl stuck her arms out with a lovely warm smile. Her blue eyes were innocent and sweet.

Their father picked up the young girl and placed her on his lap.

"Now, Cassie, I want you to practice and be the best and prettiest ballerina in all of Valoran. You are my princess." He leaned in and kissed the young girl's cheek before putting her to the ground.

"Go to the ice box and get yourself some ice cream. I'll be in later to join you."

The young girl gave her dad a smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay daddy, I love you!" She hugged him.
"I love you too," he replied gently.

Cassie disappeared into the kitchen and the man's happy go lucky smile turned into an emotionless face.

"Kat, high command has a training mission for you," Her father spoke, she could tell he was not at all pleased to ask her but he didn't show any sadness either.

"Dad but you said no missions 'til I was 17, and my recital is next week. You promised you'd go."

He tried not to be fazed by the young girl's quivering lips and the moisture of tears appearing at the corner of her eyes.

"You'll be missing your recital. As of matter of fact, today's lesson was your last." His face showed no emotion.

"But, the dress you got me…I was going to wear it..." She started biting her bottom lip as her face became flushed and tears started to flow.

"Come on now Kat, don't be such a child." He said as he turned around and started fixing a drink from his liquor cabinet.

As he took a sip of his drink all he could hear was her voice sob out, "I hate you!"
Kat quickly covered her mouth and ran up to her room. She buried her face into her pillow to soak up her tears and cried herself to sleep.

….

Jezzebel, the other Noxian girl she was assigned with was the epitome of overdeveloped. Although she claimed to be 14 years of age, Kat wondered how her back wasn't in constant pain from those two large globes she carried around on her chest or how she was able to fit in her cloths with such wide hips. No way she was just a year older than her.

No! I'm not jealous! She constantly caught herself thinking.

She tapped Kat's shoulder and pointed in the distance to two boys sitting under an umbrella on the beach.

"There's our target, let's go!" She said, unbuttoning her top revealing her bikini.

Their target The Crown Prince of Demacia Jarvan, and his friend Garen Crownguard were instructed by Demacian Secret Services. To use James as an alias for Jarvan and Gary for Garen.

An informant had given away that the crown prince would be on vacation on the Ionian beach but Garen was a last minute travel companion.

Throughout the vacation their goal was to use the skill learned at Noxus HQ to befriend and seduce their newfound acquaintances. It was just a small training exercises for the two girls but if any noteworthy info was gathered it was their duty to report it. Noxus HQ didn't give Jezebel the target's name as part of the exercise was to hone her skills in getting her mark to reveal all information possible.

All Katarina could tell as they approach was how strong and tall the dark hair one looked. While his friend had broad shoulders was shorter (but still significantly taller than her) and was less muscular. Almost normal looking, compared to his taller friend.

...

The two girls approached the two boys sitting Jezebel cocked her hip to the side exentuating her form and began to introduced herself and Kat. Jezebel introduced herself as Jessi and Katarina as Tina. Those were their chosen alias for their recon mission.

Katarina noticed how the shorter with broader shoulders of the two was quiet throughout the introduction. He made little to no attempt to acknowledge them. The taller one stood up and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm James and this is my friend Gary." Garen looked at Jezebel and Katarina and gave them a weak halfhearted smile. He returned his attention to the book he was reading.

Throughout the day Garen, noticed how the well-developed girl Jessi, had taken a liking to Jarvan. She would laugh at everything he said and started flirting with him, almost over the top in his opinion.

He tried not to notice but peeked over at Tina. She was pretty her dark raven hair cascaded over her emerald green eyes, but something about her seemed off. It was like the last place she wanted to be on earth was here on the beach next to Jarvan and her friend as they flirted and giggled. Garen, knew he was being bad company, but he refused to give in and speak with her. He watched her as she sat a few feet away from him, just like himself she ignored Jarvan's and her friends annoying banter. He watched as she played with sand, she made small castle-like mounds stacking them on top of each other until it was a good foot tall tower. Then she spent a good hour or so with a hair pin scrapping stone patterns and windows on it.

He couldn't help himself and became invested in watching her little sand castle. He could see the concentration in her eyes and the way her lips tighten as she worked. When out of nowhere a gust of wind knocked it over. Just as soon as her face turned red, she heard a chuckle. She looked over and saw him quickly dive his face into the book he had been reading.

"Fine! If you think you can do better, then go ahead!" Katarina said her hands digging at her hips.

Garen, gave her a bemused look. He took a moment she could tell he was thinking of something to say but all that came out was a simple "Okay".

"He doesn't mean to be rude, he just doesn't like to speak that much." Jarvan spoke, not in an accusational tone but as if playfully defending his friend.

Garen became a bit shaken and trembled a bit as the feeling of crippling anxiety sat in.

Great, now that he brought it up they (more like her) will want me to speak.

"Don't just stand there, show me!" The girl he knew as Tina spoke shaking him loose from his moment of self-doubt.

It was about three hours as the two of them worked as a team. She kept looking at his baby blue eyes and brown hair as it hung over his face. His face and demeanor showed full concentration as she handed him her hairpin and he made exquisite detailed work on the sand castle. He didn't bat an eye when she removed another pin from her hair and worked alongside him.

Both of them became so involved in the sand castle both failed to notice their friends had walked down the beach about ¼ of a mile to swim.
Garen stood up wiped the sand off his knee caps and stood in front of the castle. He gave her a smug smile as if taunting her for doing a better job than she had.

She didn't know why, even though she had helped it angered her. But the castle wasn't the reason she was angry, but that smug smile of his set her off and before she knew what she was doing. She walked up and pushed him back, making sure he would land on the castle. Before she even had a moment of self-gratification, she failed to realize he had grabbed her hand and she was falling down with him.

They both laid there in silence for a good 15 seconds. She was barely fourteen and this is the most she had ever spoken with a boy in her life. At that moment she realized just how attracted she was to his blue eyes and brown hair and his square jaw line. He looked up at her with a smile, her dyed brown hair brushing lightly at his face. Her green eyes were locked with his. Both of them felt their faces becoming closer to one another's like some magnetic force. The sound of the soft waves crashing onto shore was broken by a male clearing his throat and a girl's giggle.

She quickly jumped off him and he quickly stood up as Jarvan and Jezebel stood there watching them both. With playful "We just caught you" smiles.

"Well, it's getting late, James has invited us to hang out with him and Gary again tomorrow." Jezebel spoke.

Garen and Jarvan both stood there as they watch the two girls walked further away from the beach. The shorter Tina looked angry as the taller Jessi laughed and made kissing symbols with her hands.

Garen, looked over at Jarvan who was making the same hand signals at him. Garen, shook his head and walked away from him and headed to their hotel room.

…..

With three days remaining on their vacation, every day had been the same. Garen, had spent time with Tina (Katarina) while Jarvan and Jessi (Jezebel) flirted and got overly comfortable. Katarina laid on her beach blanket enjoying the comfortable silence she and Garen had formed. It didn't help with the knowledge that as this assignment was in effect, she was missing her Ballet recital she had worked so hard for. It wasn't fair, her father had no right to pull her from her dream and the worst insult was her younger sister, the one father could never say no to, had just received a new dress and dancing shoes.

"Wow, I love your drawings!" A beautiful red head spoke.

The red head had managed to sneak up behind Garen, and saw the drawing he was just about finished of Katarina.

Garen, quickly shut his book closed. Katarina and the girl both saw Garen's face turn beet red as he blushed in embarrassment.

"My name is Sylvie," The red head with just as large of a chest as Jezebel reached down and extended her hand to him.
Katarina did her best to not notice her chest and mentally compare and contrast between her and the red haired stranger.

She was surprised to hear him speak for the second time.
"Thank you." Almost a soft whisper that was quickly carried away was all he said.

"Anyways I saw you here yesterday and figured I'd come and talk to you. I really like the sketching you did of your little sister, could you sketch me?" She said looked down at him and then over at the young girl he had been sketching.

Kat quickly fisted the sand and quickly got up and walk towards him at an angry pace.
"I'm not his sister!" She spoke angrily, offended.
Kat looked up at the girl was around "Gary's" age, somewhere around 16-17. Her developed physic and attention towards him made her angry, jealous, and embarrassed all at once.

Then she looked down at him. He still sat there with a face that said "Kill me please."

"I want to see the sketch you made of me." She halfheartedly hoped it was something like stick figures so she could have laughed and diffuse the situation.

She stood there with her hands on her hips watching as he carefully tore the piece of paper from book. His hands shook nervously as he handed it to her.

The surprise and shock drowned out the girl speaking.
Sylvie had asked Garen to follow her down the beach to sketch her. Hoping to escape the embarrassing moment Garen quickly nodded and followed her.

Kat's eyes were mesmerized by his sketching. She enjoyed ballet but besides that every boy considered her a tomboy. Which to her was good, as she was just barely 14 and she barely remembered her mother and had no woman had thought her how to act around boys. When they teased her for dressing in pants and shirts instead of dresses at school, her one reaction was to lash out and punch. Alienating her from most boys, most left her alone and she didn't mind as she had no interest in them.

But the etching he had made of her made her look feminine, even dare she say beautiful and frail. He captured the contours of her cheekbones her eyes watching the waves a half worried smile. Maybe he could tell she missed her mother, missed out on the ballet she had wanted to join and was forced to be here as a "seductress" recon mission.

By the time she was done looking at the drawing of herself she noticed the both of them a good 40 yards down the beach. She was flipping her red hair back over her shoulder as her blue eyes gave him a look a predator would their prey and Kat could see she slowly licked her lip and looked at him. But all Garen did was concentrate and continue sketching.

Maybe if I didn't have to dye my hair for this dumb mission he'd ogle over me!

She made an early retreat to her and Jezebel's room. She didn't want to ruin her sketching and she didn't want to ruin her day by watching Garen and Sylvie together.

…

Day before Garen and Jarvan were due to leave.

As soon as Jarvan and Jezebel were away from earshot and out of sight. Katarina walked purposefully forward and poked Garen's chest, causing a painful point to form at his chest as she continually did it and spoke.

"You, don't just leave me behind and ditch your friend for some floozy redhead! That's just bad manners and not fair at all, Gary." She tried to sound like it didn't bother her that he had spent the rest of the day with another girl.

"Also, you can't just draw people without their permission, that's just creepy!" She did a fake shiver.

She looked up at him, she tried to find his baby blue eyes as he turned his face to the side as he tried to avoid her gaze.

She heard a mumbled "Sorry" escape his lips.

She also didn't want to tell him how much she loved the drawing and it was the sweetest thing anyone had done and how she wanted to have his babies. Yeah, she was getting ahead of herself.

"To make it up to me, I'd like you to draw me, sketch me or whatever you call it," She spoke nonchalantly but was glad to see her comment had made him smile.

….

It was their last day together.
Katarina had brought the sketch he made of her the first time she caught him and asked for a trade. She saw the big difference in the two. The one he had made at her request with her eyes constantly planted on him whenever he wasn't looking showed a more playful and confident her. She would even dare say more beautiful. Garen, wanted her to have both, but she insisted he kept the first as it was "her gift to him."

As the day dawn on, the sun became like a heat lamp from above. Garen, stood up and decided to walk up towards an ice cream stand at the start of the beach. It wasn't 10 seconds until he noticed her. She had gotten up and followed him, keeping in step with him. He looked to his side to saw her green eyes looking up at him. It made him feel warm inside as both of them smiled. She became nervous as the busty 17-year-old Sylvie was standing there in the smallest bikini Kat had ever seen.

She began speaking to Garen almost as if Kat didn't exist.

"Gary, I loved the drawing. Maybe if you want to leave your little sister, er, friend, behind you can draw me in a more natural form." Her eyes became much more serious as beamed on him.

"I'm not his fucking friend or sister!" Katarina snapped, both Garen's and Sylvie's attention to her.
Before she could register what she was doing she reached and squeezed Garen's hand.
"Let's go," She pulled him passed the redhead and they both walked in silence towards the ice cream stand. Katarina's heart was beating a thousand times a minute from excitement and embarrassment. She couldn't believe she had done that and she began to worry that she had done something wrong. His grip on her hand tightened.

When they returned to their friends Jarvan and Jezebel were both in chest deep water. With Katarina's height she would definitely be have her nose underwater.

"Come on you guys, it's hot out, with the sun the water it feels great!"

Before Katarina could protest, Garen had started running into the water at full speed, diving forward and coming back up.
He turned around waiting for her. Meanwhile Jarvan and Jezzebel kept taunting her.
"Come on don't be such a baby!"

"What you can't swim!?"

"What are you a child?" That insult triggered her, the memory of her father saying it set her off.

She clutched her hands into fists.

"I'm not a child and I too can swim, you're all stupid!" she gave them an angered look but worst of all she gave Garen hurt look.

Garen turned and looked at Jarvan and his new infatuation Jessi. His eyes were angry and he shook his head at them in silent disapproval.
He ran towards the shore, the resistance of the water slowing him down. But all he could do was keep his eyes on her as she ran away from all of them down the beach towards the boardwalk.

…

She finally made it, she was under the boardwalk where no one could see her or make fun of her. So what if she couldn't swim. She became bitter at the thought of her younger sister Cassie taking her spot as a ballerina or a few years prior when her dad had taught her to swim. While he made Kat do physical exercises as she watched jealously from afar as her father held Cassie lovingly as he stabled her above the water as she learned to swim.
Kat took off shirt and pants and walked towards the water.

"I don't need anyone to teach me, I can swim and I will dance better than Cassie!" She yelled and she ran into the cool water.

She fought the waves as she swam further out in. The comfort of her still touching a sandy bottom gave her confidence. When her arms started to flail the water consumed her and every breath she tried to take became painful as no air could be found. Her vision became brown as the silt and water disoriented her. She was angry at herself, she wasn't even 14 yet never had her first kiss. The memory of Gary laying under her when he tripped at pulled her down with him filled her head. Everything started going black, she felt as if her lungs had given out and she stopped fighting the water and the waves. For a second she gave up fighting, she resigned herself to death.

The feeling of a comforting force removing her from the tumbling riptide moving with great speed and ease. She felt the warm sand stick to her damp back as the sun had overtaken the darkness. She felt soft even pressure on her chest and a pair of hands playing with her face and lips. A voice cried out with panic.
"Are you okay? Don't die!" But the water in her ears must have broken up the words as they were hard to hear.

She felt what had to be a pair of lips pushing air into her mouth. When a small amount of water that had gone down the wrong pipe shot out. She turned her head to the side and coughed out more of the remaining salt water from her mouth. She looked back up to a concerned but gentle look from Gary. He reached down, removing her dark hair from her green eyes softly with the back of his hands. Her eyes were red from the salt water as were his, but her lungs and throat hurt. As she sat up without a word Gary reach forwards and comforted her for a few minutes allowing some time to catch her breath. She dug her head into his neck, trying not to cry. She just realizes how stupid she was how she almost died. After a while he pulled back and gave her a look "everything will be okay".

She didn't know why but as he gave her a comforting smile with his hand on her shoulder the young girl leaned forward and before either of them knew what had happened. Their lips had joined in a warm long kiss, Katarina stomach fluttered as he kissed her deeper. She felt his strong hands wrap around her comforting her reaffirming her safety. But something snapped, and the kiss that was no longer than 10 seconds ended when Katarina pulled back and slapped him hard across the right cheek.

Without a word she grabbed her top and pants and ran back away from him and the beach. The words that Jezebel reminded her the night before played over and over.

Remember this just a job, a fun entertaining job. But you can't get attached after tomorrow, you'll probably never see him again. Don't get hurt.

She was angry at herself how she wanted him to kiss her from the moment she fell on him during the sandcastle incident, or after he drew her but she wanted her first kiss to be perfect. Romantic, by a garden or while dancing but not like this. Not with her coughing water from her lungs and windpipe or her eyes red like she had just been on a three-day binger.

…

Jarvan and Garen both packed their bags and proceeded to board a yacht that would take the two boys off of Ionia and back home towards Demacia. Garen never let on how many questions he had for Tina and how afraid he was that he'd never see her again. He never gave her his real name and she never gave him her last name.
We're both strangers.

Jezebel sat across from Katarina. For a girl three years younger than herself she saw talent in Kat but she was still new to Noxus and their espionage tactics. She did envy her, while her trip was spent flirting with the other boy James. She could tell he was a seasoned man of the court and had to take every compliment ever word he said with a grain of salt. She was also doing her job so she shouldn't be upset as her job was to get men to divulge information by being as charming and charismatic as James had. Their conversations seemed so chess like with flirting and laughing in between. But what Kat and that other silent but good hearted guy Gary had made her a bit envious. Although few words were spoken between Katarina and her target their eyes, body language and smiles spoke volumes.

"Hide the drawing he gave you before we enter the city. I recommended you put it down your bra as the guards are not allowed to search us there." She spoke in a quiet tone as they were less than a minute from the gates of Noxus.

Over the sound of the horse hoofs striking cobble stone Kat leaned forward and defended herself.

"I don't care, I don't even like him." Both the girls knew it was a lie.

With a shrugged Jezebel leaned up against the carriage window.
"It's a shame it'll be confiscated as evidence during your debriefing and you'll never get it back. He seemed like he really cared about you."

The side of her lips curled in a smile as she saw from the corner of her eyes Katarina carefully folding the piece of paper and stuffing it down the front of her shirt.

"As far as I'm concerned that drawing never existed." She gave Katarina a warm smile and opened the carriage door as it came to a stop.

(Next chapter takes place 10+ years later)

P.S I was 2 character shorts of maxing out story description.