I know I haven't updated Unexpected Story 2 and I'm afraid I may not continue it further, but...I introduce to you this new, delicious material! Please review as I've recently found a heavy liking to Garen Crownguard~


That female appeared suddenly, one eventful day at the MK grand room within the Institute.

The MK room was a neutral ground within the Institute where Summoners and Champions alike can interact with each other, without the effects of their status tainting their image. One may think of it as an "Out of Character" room, as many Champions and Summoners acted out of place here quite often. Any out of the ordinary events and interactions would remain behind these doors, everyone who enters would agree to such terms and conditions unless arranged otherwise with another companion. To be honest, many Summoners used this chamber to kindle a romance for a Champion or a fellow summoner. Relationships were allowed between Summoners, but were forbidden between a Summoner and Champion. Reason? Summoners were here to justify true neutralization between differentiating city-states, it wouldn't reflect well if a summoner turned biased due to her feelings towards a particular champion. There was enough of it without the spark of romance.

Correct. Corruption tainted the walls of the Institute, Summoners using their formidable magic to subjugate and humiliate those they perceived as weak. This was known to many, but with the Institute standing tall within Runeterra, none dared to oppose them. Talk of disbanding the Institute was rumored, but remained as rumors. Many figured it to be one of their web of lies they often spread, so none would mind it attention.

His gaze pierced through the crowd as the silver haired female entered the room. At first she seemed shy, but was welcomed by fellow Summoners and the more social champions such as; Sona and Lulu. It didn't take long for her to become a regular, for some reason he couldn't keep his sight from her, even if his attention was with another. The Might of Demacia never properly introduced himself, he didn't have to, he was confident she'd know who he was. Except there was an unsettling feeling residing within his gut, he wanted to introduce himself to her as others have. The Captain of the Vanguard would stand from his fixed position and walk straight to the silver haired female laying on her belly.

One of the other female Summoners had been sitting on her, softly squishing the silver haired female in attempts to force her to join her and her group in the Summoning Chambers. This couldn't be a proper time to be introduced, he'd have to wait for a better opportunity. The female summoner broke the silver haired female's resistance as she obliged in joining the group. Perhaps he could spectate their match, further investigate the silver haired female, whose name he had yet to catch. The group of five summoners had darted to the Summoning Chambers with their victim.

"Shiva, what role do you want?" asked the predator of a summoner.

"I'll go support if you don't mind" Garen would at last know her name.

"Alright, let's set this up" the group discussed amongst each other.

All their roles were filled and communication was crystal clear between them. Other summoners had joined to spectate, and champions alike. The Summoning Chambers may have been the largest region within the Institute, perhaps matching the entire East Wing, where Champions would reside.

BLUE

Top: Gnar

Mid: Lux

Jungle: Udyr

Adc: Ezreal

Support: Thresh

RED

Top: Jarvan IV

Mid: Leblanc

Jungle: Yi

Adc: Draven

Support: Leona

They agreed in their roles and dove straight into the Fields of Justice with their selected Champions.

The match had begun.

Spectating the match, they had a well composed team, but felt like a typical match as he focused on the top section more than anything else; after all, it was his lane. Except, his focus was interrupted as First Blood had been drawn, Thresh's image plastered below it. Rewinding to the battle of bot, Leona had engaged on Ezreal, but Thresh hooked Draven and tossed the lantern to their Ezreal. Ezreal responded on time and by-passed Leona to dive straight for Draven, but Ezreal wasn't in optimal health and was losing health quickly. Leona rushed in to aid her ADC, but there was no need as Draven had taken Ezreal out with a few hits and little HP to spare. Except, there was still Thresh to deal with. Thresh wasn't focused and was nearly full health, all abilities available as a well aimed hook grabbed the low health Draven and pulled himself to land a 50% damage to finish him off before casually sauntering from the Leona. Impressive. The match continued, his primary top focus diminished once it was time to group. Thresh was the one to engage half the time, the team responding the moment he'd land a hook on one of the carries and encase them in The Box. Of course Thresh would be one of the first to fall, but rarely was it in vain aside a few dangerous missions in warding the enemy's jungle, Dragon or Baron. Regardless, the team seemed to rely on Thresh heavily as Shiva would respond by leading their team to a victory. Already the other Summoners were fond of her, begging her for another round, but this time she'd politely decline as she had a prior engagement. They understood and instead scurried off to find themselves another unwilling victim. Garen had no further business here, and left the Summoning Chambers with the others to re-join the MK room.

Shiva would leave the Chambers and walk to her dorm, but would find herself meeting an acquaintance of sorts.

"Pleasure to see you out in the evening, my dear assassin" she'd chuckle in the Noxian assassin's presence.

Talon, the Blade's Shadow stood before her with his arms crossed, that sinister grin never fading from his face. Its been several months since she met the assassin, not exactly having a pleasurable encounter the first time, nor any time after that. Although she was rather fond of him, for he kept her company in the darkest of hours and often without rising the least of suspicions. They shared history together, more often than not, but a Summoner-Champion remained non-existent as he had only one use for her. The male's figure was half hidden in the shadows, the rays of light highlighting that smug grin on his features and revealed his crossed arms folded neatly over the concept of his chest. Talon was leaned up against a wall of an empty hall, seemingly knowing she'd be stepping these halls around this time. She had to, he was her prior engagement.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut straight to the chase this time. I've plans to keep me occupied these next few nights...I'm sure you understand" the door beside him unlocked as he gripped her wrist and tugged her inside.

The room was vacant, and piled high with boxes, leaving them with little space to use, but that's all the assassin would need as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Shiva knew what was to happen here, and proceeded to remove her garments, but was stopped by the assassin as she'd find herself pinned up against the wall.

"Not much time, remember~" he'd tease her, leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips, just how she enjoyed it.

Of course, this wasn't a sexcapade of sorts, it was a scene of taking advantage over the extremely submissive Summoner. In her eyes, she did the male the favor, as within time she had grown feelings for him, but it never blossomed enough to confess. So here she was; pinned up against the wall, undergarment torn off to be tossed aside as her body would bounce up and down to the male's aggressive hip movement. Talon's eyes would see a bag of fresh meat to satisfy his lustful desires, along with the others he occasionally frequented, but this one in particular was his favorite. Long ago did he claim her purity with little force, but ever since he deemed her worthy of his 'Noxian pride', but he'd never admit that she may have been the only toy to be used for this long without discarding it. The female was no threat to him, but instead served him as a benefit within the Institute, one of the many reasons he kept her around. Two completely different perspectives. By the time the male had finished her and himself off, her wrists remained unharmed as he cleaned himself off and exhale a satisfied sigh.

"I'll return once my mission is completed" he spoke in a monotone voice, adjusting his equipment as he idly stared at the panting female

"...mm, understood..." she huffed.

He often shared information to her, but ensured not a single word would be uttered as it would be her demise. It was odd to say he trusted her, she gave him no reason not to, after all; she was his toy. Flicking her a farewell, he'd vanish into the shadows as Shiva would be left to clean herself up and head to her dorm.

"...stupid Talon" growled the female, but a smile concealed that growl as she'd find herself swaying side to side.

Sauntering to her dorm, she'd flick her wrist to magically open the door and step inside her humble abode. The room was a single, enough to house her comfortably with minimal complains aside the hot water which often ceased to exist. Shutting the door behind her, Shiva would strip out of her attire. The designated lilac robe fell onto the floor with a soft clanking sound, perhaps the ornaments which were engraved into it. It was well maintained, at least compared to the tattered garments underneath. A beige tank top, pleated skirt and an invisible bra covered her frame before they were removed to expose her nude frame. Shiva's room wasn't the neatest, as she lived the common life by choice; dirty clothes piled beside the bed, a mattress tearing itself to bits and packets of MREs spread out throughout the house. Tonight felt lonely, enough to head back to MK grand room after her warm shower.

Except once inside, chaos stirred between Summoners and Champions, cupcakes being flung from one side to another and voices over-lapping each other as she'd let out a small chuckle. The summoners from earlier took notice of Shiva before one of the females would fling herself to her, begging Shiva to play in the future with them. Nodding to her request, Shiva would be dragged into the circle of shouters as a Demacia vs Noxus debate had ensued. Garen seemed to be the only pro-Demacia aside maybe one or two others, but most attempted to over-power the proud Demacian with no avail. Shiva had caught a flow with the debate as the females claimed that Noxian males were ideal partners if not for their lust for blood. Garen would scoff at this, having no opinion in the matter as the females only bashed Demacia for their self-entitled males and their mindset of superiority above all others. Of course Garen would note that no Demacian has ever proven to fit such a description.

"...Noxians are misunderstood" commented Shiva.

Though her comment went unnoticed by the quarreling of other Summoners. Garen heard her and scrunched his nose to hear Shiva take pity on the filthy Noxians. He'd continue to defend himself until dawn, where most summoners had left, few passed out within the room – including Shiva. He furrowed his brows at her, disappointed that she turned out to be like the rest. No matter, not like she appealed to him regardless; a poor excuse. He'd step out of the room, the proud Demacian marched straight to his dorm to remove his heavily armored self with magic. The pieces would glue themselves to a mannequin nearby as he'd unwind and prepare for bed. With his armor mounted on the mannequin, there was no chance of him leaving the room without it, so he'd shower before climbing into bed with a frown on his face. Garen was irritated from today's debate. How dare most of the Summoners side with Noxus? And for what, the physical appeal of the Champions? He huffed. One line would echo in his head.

"...Noxians are misunderstood".

How dare she speak of Noxians being misunderstood. Noxians are anything but that, yet she seemed sincere. A tie with a Noxian? Heathen. He'd think no longer of this as he shifted onto his backside to get proper rest. Garen is to wake up early to attend to Vanguard business.