"I want to know"

Fanfiction

(League of Legends, Katarina, Talon, Riven, Yasuo, Demacia, Noxus, etc.)

#1: This ff is for my ex girlfriend.

#2: I apologize for "improving" the lore, so this is the reason I might make a lot of temporal mistakes, but I am not the only one who didn`t read the whole League of Legends lore.

#3: Yes, the title is inspired by a song. (Kill la Kill reference)

Chapter 1 – The Street Rat

The Valoran, the war and the undying hate between states. There was a constant war between Demacia and Noxus, implying their allies.


The thin hours of the further morning shades the Valoran`s weight. It was too early for the rise of the golden sun, but the thick forms could be easily definite. A large valley just after you down the mountains. Yet straight ahead, there was another mounts barrage till the reaching point.

For a short legged walking hammer, it would last an eternity to travel all the way, but his excitement lingers.

"Over the mountains and far away, for ten long years he'll count the days." The hammer sings with a low female voice swaying a little by the little legs. As the light starts to cover the landscape, the big hammer gets a better sketch. It defines a female yordle with two moon-blonde twin tail and petite armour. Her face was nothing like she was enjoying what she`s doing. It was disgust and bolt imprinted on her forehead, while her eyes color the ugly side of war. The rugged iron.

"Over the valleys and the hills, an emissary's life for him there'll be." She continued the song with the same low tone walking the serpent raw road to pristine state of whole Valoran. Demacia.

#4: The song is a remake of Nightwish – "Over the hills and far away"`s lyrics.

Noxus. A place for those who can survive.

Like in a movie where the start runs in better story later, there were two boys stealing from an old merchant. One was distracting him and the other grabbed a few oranges, then run. The merchant anger could be hear through the streets, but they run faster.

As an unskilled street boy, it is hard to make it through. Having no memories till about 8 years old and wearing a foster name, kid Talon hangs around the noxian slums stealing food and money. He used to have a friend who helped him doing that so. They stick together until Talon realized that he is not helping him much, actually he was a good for nothing parasite. After a short fight, his mate jumped with a knife to stab him. It ended gore. Talon survived with a few cuts and scratches, but his friend got deadly stabbed. The scene was macabre covered in blood as the the other boy died with open eyes. It was one of the cruelest lessons in slums.


Once in a while, one of the best noxian generals came in slums with some business. He took all the measures to not be recognized by possible acquaintance of army, but something when wrong. He used to have a golden watch with him as tribute for his ancestors, and for some reason he had to slide through the crowed square of merchants. At a point he bumped into a boy who apologized fast and run. The general gave him a light glare noticing an abnormality.

That kid was Talon and he just stole the general`s golden watch, quickly making room through the people and stopping into his friendly back alley.

"That one must be rich." The dark haired boy thought and curiously opened it. He found a small piece of paper.


Meanwhile in Demacia, Poppy was received as an emissary from her native land. The crown prince of Demacia saw her with kind eyes, patting her bun tails.

"Stop doing that, Jarvan." Her bitter voice completed the not amused yordle face.


As Talon`s fingers started to unfold the piece of paper, he felt a sober breath under him and a cold blade pointed at his neck.

"I can`t believe I have to waste my time with you, kid." The undercover general, takes off his dark gray hoodie pointing the knife at the kid`s neck and with the other hand grabs the piece of paper. "I want my watch back too."

Talon`s luck wasn`t on his side, but he wasn`t frightened of death. He thought he already knew everything about this ultimate topic, so he slipped away from the man`s hand, keeping the watch close to his chest, yet giving a playful stare before the general started to chase him. Not so many would chase a street rat like Talon, because he knows every escapes route.

"It`ll be a shame for a rich man like you to chase me for a watch." The boy jumps over some barrels getting advantage of his light body and buys some more time analyzing the watch. It looks pretty expensive, so he couldn`t give it back. On the edge were written "Du Couteau" a french name, which made it even more expensive in the boy`s eyes.

"It`ll be a shame if I`ll let you have it!" The general laughs bitter and throws enough blades to pin Talon`s clothes to slow him down. His anger made him even reach for vital parts, but he controlled himself enough to take it as a little game. That watch was stained with blood for ages, but for some reason he found something interesting in that boy.

The street boy run through the blades, even if some reached him and cut through his ragged clothes. He didn`t gave up. He didn`t plan to give up anyway!

At the next street corner, he bumps into a few guys trying to steal from a little girl and he didn`t have time to dodge. A slap. Two. Three. Then he didn`t remember what happened next but he could hear the little girl crying and a few sequences colored mostly red. His might be broken.


Noxus, a place for those who can make it through. Talon couldn`t. He could feel his legs being warm once in long time. The bed felt so warm and soft, nothing like those rags he used to call bed back in slums. And he opened his eyes noticing the big bandage on his nose. He was right. He broke his nose back then in the alleyhood, but he wasn`t sure who punched him so bad. As his eyes rolls around the place, he sees a luxurious room. Indeed. Even if he blinks a few times, it stills the same. He wasn`t dreaming. Perhaps died and went in Heaven, but he wasn`t too... kind person to go there and this was definitely not how he perceived the Hell.

Suddenly the door opens and the dark haired kid gets a defense fighting pose, jumping out of the sheets.