Katariven Angst Fic

Chapter 1:

Riven headed back to her small single room in the barracks covered by one towel wrapped around her body. She had spent all day sparring with her Commander, a boy named Finbar who was barely a year older than herself, over time she had become his right hand when it came to controlling Fury Company having served in it for almost two years now. Riven was one of the best soldiers they had by far, putting in twice the hours in the training room as the next best man.

With how tired she was right now, Riven normally wouldn't have bothered showering before collapsing in her bed but tonight was different, Fin had told her that there was originally going to be a visit from one of the Generals to inspect the barracks and have some sort of meet and greet with the soldiers of Fury Company. The General couldn't make it but he was sending his daughter in his place to make a visit.

Any normal woman would have felt uncomfortable with the prospect of walking from the shared showers down the hall back to her own room in nothing but a towel however Riven knew none of the men in her company had the courage to try take her on, not after being ruthlessly beaten in one on one sparring sessions repeatedly in the past.

Once back inside her own room, Riven fumbled with the locks on the small chest at the end of her bed, the only thing given to her by the military to store her belongings and pulled out some clean clothing to dress herself in for tonight. She chose her dress uniform, one that doesn't get worn much and was practically brand new after having been issued it two years prior, which was a pair of black dress pants, a black button down dress shirt with the Noxian insignias on the shoulders in crimson. She pulled her leather boots back on, tying the laces tightly before locking the chest again. Riven had never really had many belongings due to her childhood but the few she did have she intended on keeping safe from the thieving hands of some of her neighbours.

There was a loud knock on the door, before Riven could even answer; it swung open with Fin standing in the doorway. The way Fin looked deceived most of his opponents, he was tall and lanky, he looked far weaker than he actually was and made many opponents complacent, thinking he was an easy target but in reality, the blond was the only man in Fury Company that gave Riven much of a challenge.

"Don't you know how to knock?" She asked, staring up at Fin.

"We're going to be late, besides, I never knock."

"You would think it was you who was raised on the streets, not me, with the way you act sometimes." Fin was really the only person Riven could be comfortably open about her past with. Riven felt his hand pressing on her upper back, forcing her through the door way.

"Come. Wouldn't want to keep the Sinister Blade waiting." Riven quirked her eyebrow up at the blond before moving forward fast enough to no longer be pushed by him.

"The Sinister Blade?" She queried. Riven had heard the name somewhere before but she had never been one for following politics or celebrities.

"Yes, General Du Couteau's daughter, Katarina Du Couteau, also known as the Sinister Blade. Deadly assassin with knives and all that."

"You don't sound very impressed." Riven said as they made their way down the stairs, heading for the courtyard outside.

"I think it's one thing to be skilled with blades and sneaking up on people so they can't fight back, I think it's an entirely different thing to fight someone one on one and win, it takes true skill to win a duel." Riven pursed her lips, considering it before shrugging her shoulders.

Riven and Finbar gathered with the other men from Fury Company in the open courtyard, waiting patiently for the Sinister Blade and the men giving her the grand tour to make an appearance so they could all go to dinner. Eventually the assassin made her appearance, a young woman with crimson hair and a deep scar bisecting her left brow and cheek only just missing her eye, her entire outfit being leather. She wore leather boots, tight leather pants that rode low on her hips with a leather crop top exposing her midriff and a leather jacket that covered her arms. Did the assassin own anything that didn't come in leather? She wondered. Riven ran her eyes over the tribal tattoo that decorated the redheads hip and stomach. Her staring was only interrupted by a sharp elbow from Fin.

"Stop that right now." He murmured to her under his breath.

"Stop what?" She asked innocently, looking to the side as if she hadn't just been openly staring at the Du Couteau woman.

"She's the daughter of a general and she's an assassin, so don't." Riven rolled her eyes slightly before turning back to where she had seen the assassin last. The redhead had moved, she was now walking down the line of soldiers at the front, making the briefest of eye contact with each man. It was clear she had no interest in carrying out her father's duties. The only time she stopped while walking down the front line was when she made eye contact with Riven, the assassin's emerald eyes raking themselves up and down Riven's front and locking eyes before moving onto greeting Fin with a handshake.

Katarina exchanged brief words with Fin, obviously not interested in speaking to Fin, raking her eyes over Riven once more before walking away with the men who were serving as her tour guides. Riven swallowed hard, having not realised that she had been holding her breath while the assassin was near. She then felt Fin's eyes on her before he rolled them.

"You're not planning to listen to me, are you?"