Hey everyone!
Sorry for the enormous delay. Neither of my stories have progressed for months, and I am sorry for that. It's been a rough school-year, and I'll be working during summer, so I'm still not as free as I want to be. However, I have more time off, since it's summer; I'll get my stories updated as soon as I can.
Anyway, here's a new story. This has been in my head for quite a while, and I finally had the time to write it. Well, the first chapter anyway.
WARNING: This story contains sexual and extreme themes, swearing and OOC-ness. It's rated M for a reason, kids. You might call it a form of "fetish", but since it's FanFiciton, this should be normal. Still, read at your own risk. First chapter isn't that bad though.
Please give this story a review, if you can. I'd love to hear people's thought son my stories, so I could improve and know if anyone even enjoys my stories.
Forgive my grammar, I am not English, and I haven't perfected it either.
Themes: Romance, Hurt/comfort
Rated: M (sexual themes, swearing, violence)
Pairing: Katarina, Talon
It was early morning; bright sun was peeking over the hills, breeze was rustling the trees, birds started singing and the noises of cities and villages rose.
It was another day in Runeterra. At first glance it seemed peaceful, but from the inside, war still lasted. Political shenanigans continued to this day, and they didn't seem to stop any time soon. It had kept the countries busy for many years.
Demacia, the ever-bright place of justice and peace, and Noxus, home of the dark and violent, were the main rivals of the land. Never understanding eachother, never agreeing with eachother, never be-friending eacother, even on the Summoner's Rift, as if they were two siblings fighting.
Even though nothing to extreme was happening between them, the two had still sent out small troops of warrior and spies to threaten the other. It was foolish, as every time a troop or a spy was sent out, few did return. This was scarring both Demacia and Noxus, their people only living to become warriors and serve their country, following orders of their war-torn commanders and dying of the battlefield soon after.
To put it simply, no side was better than the other, as the war lasted on.
On the streets of Noxus, a redhaired assassin walked down the road, her face showing irritation and slight anger. She made her way to one of the many pubs of Noxus, slamming the door open and looking around the room, fire in her eyes.
„Allright, party's over! Get your asses moving!" she shouted, waking up the tired and drunk men.
They stared up at her, some drooling from hangover, some still half-asleep. The entire place was a mess; swords and knives had been thrown across the room, hung onto walls and ceiling, most of the tables were upside down or broken and the chairs were lying across the floor, as the men were sleeping over everything they thought was a reliable bed when they were drunk.
„I'll say it again, get the hell up, idiots!" there wasn't much change, the men weren't bothered much, only moaning and yawning.
It doesn't take much for the Sinister Blade to lose her temper; she walked up to one of the lying men, picked him up from his hair and held a knife to his throat. The man woke up immediately, wincing in pain.
„Get the hell up your ass! You bunch of fucking morons!" she yelled, making the hungover men wake up this time, looking at the poor guy infront of her. „While you all were drinking off your mind, one of those Demacian spies stole one of Swain's battle-strategy maps that were hidden in the very same safe-house you idiots were supposed to be guarding!" she threw the patheric man back, glaring at everyone.
The men felt ashamed, groaning in anger and trying to get up, ending up falling.
„W-We're sorry, lady Katarina," one of the men said, hiccuping. „we got a b-bit out of hand with the beer."
Katarina sighed in frustration, „Noxus won't tolerate aloofness one fucking bit! All of you should have your heads hung by tonight!" she said. The men stared in shock at eachother. Was the map really that much of a big deal, anyway? Swain could come up with ten more in just a few hours to replace it. Of course, if the Demacian see it, they might get a hold of their basic strategies and eventually counter them.
„L-Lady Katarina! Please, forgive us! Please, have mercy!" they all pleaded on their knees, like dogs begging for forgiveness from their master, which it probably was.
„How do I know that you won't fuck up next time? It's bad enough as it is, since you all go drinking every weekend!" she looked down at them.
„We won't let anything like that happen ever again, we swear," the man at the front, who looked like the leader of the troop said, looking back angrily at the rest, „right, men?" he shouted.
„Sir, yes sir!" they shouted back, some giving a hiccup or two at the end.
A knock on the wall from outside came. The men looked up for a second, when Katarina turned her head to see who it was. She looked back at the men, who turned their heads back down again.
„Stay here. I'm not done with you yet." She said, making sure her words would get in their heads. The men gulped and nodded, some still saying 'sorry'.
Katarina went outside to meet the Blade's Shadow, her co-worker and servant. However, through the years, she had started to see him more as a friend and family. Her memories with him taking down Demacian troops, training together, spending some nights on rooftops and talking about whatever came up in their mind; they seemed to matter a lot. Ever since her father had left, she had left herself closed and cold toward others, afraid of letting them in her heart. But Talon, although cold and bland at most times, seemed to understand her the most. He was a friend, a brother, a man she could trust and count on at all times.
„What is it? I'm in the middle of something right now, Talon." She said, still slightly irritated from the drunken bunch.
„I came here to let you know about the map that was stolen last night," Talon said, making her raise an eyebrow at him, „Swain said that it was one of the foul maps he uses to trick Demacians. He said he had sent the troop drinking, so that the spy could steal it and make the next Demacian troop counter us. But we'd be countering them, if they think the map is real." He said, taking a deep breath and looking at Katarina, who gawked at him.
„So, basically, commander Swain was behind all this, and he had planned it all. I wonder why he didn't tell you about it, though." He added, scrathing the back of his head.
The Sinister Blade had to take everything in. After a minute, she let out an angry sigh, stabbing a knife into the wall.
„For fuck's sake, Swain. I swear to god, I'll kill that old bird." She mumbled. It wasn't the first time Swain messed with her. Apparently he liked getting Sinister Blade's nerves, making her life a pain. What a sadist. Well, what can you expect from a Noxian, anyway?
Katarina turned and walked into the pub again, giving a long glance at the kneeling soldiers.
„You're free to go. Just make sure you won't fuck up again, got it?" she said in a commanding tone.
The men didn't dare to question her sudden change in speech, „Yes, lady Katarina." They all said in unison, getting up clumsily and running out in a line.
After all had left, Katarina gave a look at the drunken bartender, who started to clean up, then shut the door and started moving back towards her home. She almost forgot about Talon, who had been standing there quietly and emotionless. He started walking next to her, giving her a sense of his presence.
They walked together for a while, 'till Katarina stopped and looked at the ground. Talon stopped aswell, looking at her. She crossed her arms and let out a long sigh.
„This early in the morning, and I still have to work my ass of. Great." She said quietly, talking to herself.
Talon stared at her, his face showing no emotion, but he did feel sorry for her. She's had a very tight scheduele lately; training, assassinating, battle-plans, commanding the ever-drunken troops. She hasn't even got the time to relax much, either; only a few hours of sleep at best.
„What are you doing up at this hour, anyway?" she suddenly asked, looking at Talon.
„It's my shift. I have been up for the whole night, for the past days. I'm not Swain's favorite either." He said casually.
Katarina was taken aback for a second. She didn't have any idea that Talon would be up every night just 'cause of Swain's demanding orders. A lot of the troops's duties were passed onto him, like cleaning the streets, working at the blacksmith and roaming the borders of Demacia at night, to see if anything's up.
She didn't notice his tired eyes until now. Compared to his scheduele, Katarina was having a better time off. She also remembered that they hadn't talked for a while, not to mention spend time together after work.
„If this keeps up for too long, heh," he chuckled lightly, something he rarely did. „I might aswell leave this place. Not literally." Katarina understood what hea meant. No human can survive under such conditions, and same applies to them aswell.
After a minute of silence, Katarina looked up, „I'll talk to Swain about this. That old man should get atleast something through his thick skull." She said. Talon nodded.
They continued walking towards their 'mansion'.
It was afternoon. The once-bright sun was setting behind the fields. The city life of Noxus kept going though, with pubs getting filled with exhausted soldiers, yet again.
Katarina and Talon had a rough day. Swain didn't listen to a word the two had to say, he said a tight scheduele is what makes the two assassins strong. Their day was filled with breath-taking training, duties around their home and keeping and eye on soldiers. They even went on a small trip across the field, only discovering a wandering Demacian troop (and killing them).
Both were exhausted, and agreed that no matter what Swain says, they'll sleep tonight. And for more than two or three hours.
The two were walking across the hallway of their house.
Suddenly, a snake-like noise came from behind them. They stopped and looked back, as a woman with long, loose hair, a night-goun and snake-tail beginning from her hips, slithered closer to them.
„Afternoon, lady Cassiopeia." Talon greeted her. She gave him a smile and a motion of her snake-like tongue.
„What do you want, Cass?" Katarina asked her.
„Oh, sssso cold, Kat," the half-snake said. „I came to ssssay goodnight, dear sisssster." She hissed playfully.
„Cut the crap." Katarina replied angrily. Cassiopeia gave her a frown. The siblings, even though caring for eachother, never seemed to get along lately.
Cass sighed, „A lot of ssstrange stuff has been going around recently. I know you guysss have been busssy, but don't you think that's a bit ssstrange? I mean, just a few weekssss ago, everything was pretty normal, compared to what's happening now." She said.
„Do you think something's up?" Talon asked, „Demacian troops aren't that frequent, so I don't think there will be a war happening soon, and I don't see the reason why we have to train harder than usual."
„Of course something's up," Katarina said. „we wouldn't be at the brink of our survival if there wasn't something strange going on." She added.
„I heard that Swain's planning on ssssomething. Maybe that's the reasssson you guy's been-„ Cass was cut off by Katarina's growl of anger.
„I fucking knew it! That bastard's trying to mess with us again! Ugh!" she groaned and started walking fast into her room to get some sleep. It's pretty obvious she's had enough of today.
Talon and Cass looked at her as she stormed into her room and shut the dorr, without even saying goodnight.
„Jussst be careful, Talon," Cass looked worriedly at him. „keep my sssister safe."
Talon nodded at her, and they parted ways.
Katarina layed in her bed, her right cheek pressed against one of the pillows. She faced a window, seeing the pale and bright moon.
She shouldn't have ran away like that. Atleast saying 'sorry' would've changed her childishness. What would Talon think of her, after complaining and whining like a brat? She quickly brushed that idea off her mind. There's other things to worry about than some stupid feelings.
The redhead sighed and reached out to blow the candle, leaving her room as dark as the night itself. She turned away from the window.
A bird landed on the sill of the window. Pecking its' wing, then opening its' six eyes (three on each side), and screeching demonically.
Katarina woke up, but just as she was to stand up, something hit her head and she fell back, unconscious.
Allright, that was the first chapter. I know nothing really happened here, but it's supposed to be a build-up. Heh.
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