Bilgewater City. Land of bloodthirsty pirates, strong liquor and poisoned waters. Buildings that might have at one point been tall and clean were now tarnished with broken beer bottles and riddled with holes from the common fist fights that occur. A ship had recently arrived filled with treasures looted from a passing Ionian boat. Men were hard at work unloading each and every piece of stolen gold for their captain, scumy water oozed with blackish algae growing wild on the surface, making it seem like it was alive even without the man-eating razorfins gliding through the water, waiting for their next meal. Despite this, a certain water-creature had just made it to the shore, leaving havoc in his wake.
"Get back here, you slimy rat!" Borot was simply lazing around in his fish market a short while ago, sipping on some honey mead and enjoying the cool, refreshing beverage. A few months back, he was laid off by Fortune with his bad back acting up more than usual, so he started up his childhood dream of being a fish monger. The afternoon heat had suddenly made temperature soar to the fourties. He was busy trying to keep his produce as fresh as possible by emptying buckets of ice into the metal tray. After unloading about a dozen buckets, he laid back against the wooden rocking chair and reached out for his cup of honey mead, only to find his hands grasping the stale air. He turned to find his drink gone. The thought of him possibly misplacing it barely crossed his mind before he heard a childish voice call out. "Eww! How'd you drink this stuff?" Lying on his iced fish was an aquatic creature sprawled over his hard work. A look of disgust warped his face as he tossed the cup back at Borot. Perhaps in his younger days he would have dodged the incoming projectile easily, but all he could do now was to raise up his hands to brace himself. The liquid promptly soaked his grubby white shirt, covering him in its sticky, sickly sweet aroma. "Argh! Get over here!" He exclaimed, trudging over to the marine animal. "Yay! Another playmate. Gotta catch me first." The creature slid off the ice with such dexterity that he looked like he had slipped, but he landed gracefully on his two feet right on the poor man's back."Argh! Stop it!" He reached behind himself to find that the creature reappeared at the doorway. "Come on. Ya too slow for me." He giggled before running out of the door. "Get back here!" The man shouted, almost deciding to chase him down. But he thought twice before sighing to himself. "Haiz. What can I do anyway?" He said to himself. Looking at his shirt, the stains grew longer as his sweat patches soaked the clothing thoroughly. "Might as well get meself cleaned up aye..."
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The creature continued running down the alley, hurtling over empty beer barrels and bellies alike. He even bounced on one as he ran, but the poor soul was so passed out that he didn't even flinch. After a good 10 minutes, he laid back against rough walls of a tavern, the smell of burning tobacco making his nose horribly itching. "I- I think I lost him." He panted for a bit as he tried to catch his breath. No one seemed to be in sight. Just the eerie silence of an average alley in Biglewater. Almost too quiet...
But the creature was too busy trying to breathe when a man in a red overcoat stepped out of the tavern. His alcohol-stained teeth glimmered in the afternoon sun as he exited the violent tavern after a short drinking session with his fellow crewmates. Beer bottles shattered at behind the battered, wooden door. He glimpsed the creature cowering in the corner of the alley. Its tentacles trickled with droplets saltwater. The man looked in awe at how attractive the thing was with its sleek frame. The panting reminded Gangplank of a bitch in heat. Its tongue looked ready to lick just about anything with expertise and skill. An erection raged within his pants, but he knew that he needed to first contain it. He had seen Fizz around many times already, and even heard stories of its notorious deeds. He always wanted to take revenge on the creature for ruining his plunder, and now he knew just how he wanted it.
He opened up a pocket from his coat and quietly removed a brown burlap sack that he usually used to contain his fine beer. It reeked of rotten cheese so strong that even Gangplank curled up his nose. He tiptoed behind it slowly, waiting to see it react. But Fizz was oblivious to the approaching danger until it flung over his head and his vision blacked out.
Author notes: I promised my followers on League Amino that I will do a Kennen and Fizz pairing and here it is. Kennen will probably come in later(next chapter maybe?) Do review and tell me what you think. Have a great day/night!
