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Hello and welcome to my K/DA story, firstly I'm going to explain an element of the universe I'll be writing in, while some writers prefer going all out fantasy and others explaining away fantasy elements with technology I am going to mix the two. You will see what I mean soon, also HUGE shout out to xNekorux for being a MASSIVE inspiration.
I will warn you that this is a massive undertaking for me as I struggle with third-person writing and writing established characters but for my readers, I'll try.
Enjoy ;p
"Wasn't that exciting?!" came the accented voice of K/DA's lead dancer, Kai'Sa. They were fresh off the heels of their first interview as a pop group with PopRox and to say the two newbies to the industry where exited was an understatement. Kai'Sa and Akali were practically glowing throughout the interview. They took most of the questions in stride except for the moment where Akali became a sputtering mess at being called the groups 'Edge', a fact Evelyn abused on the way home to keep her a constant shade of red. The trip back to the K/DA house was spent discussing the interview, so naturally, the group was slightly exhausted.
"Hey Kai, what's for dinner?" The mentioned dancers face fell at the question presented by their group leader. She awkwardly rubbed her nape while trying to explain herself with a downturned look.
"Would you believe me if I said I haven't thought of anything to make yet." the dancer smiled awkwardly as her bandmates stared at her with deadpan looks. The four women stood silently trying to work out how they were going to solve their predicament.
"Wait!-" came the dancer's voice "- I know we don't usually do this but why don't we order take-out?" Akali just nodded in agreement, thankful that Kai'Sa was now the center of attention, but the elder two artists each seemed to have their own questions.
"But aren't you the one who set the rule that take-out should be kept to a minimum." the group diva said in an ever teasing tone.
With a smug look, Kai'Sa answered. "While yes, Eve, I did set that rule, I said 'minimum' not cut out entirely."
"That just leaves the question, where do you want to order from?" The question came from the group leader, who has moved to the couch and sat down, absent-mindedly playing with the fur of one of her tails.
The process of keeping her race a secret from the world was complex, to say the least, but even though the anti-vastaya sentiments of the past were widely frowned upon in modern society it did not stop people from voicing their opinions. Most people had to sign a non-disclosure agreement when they worked with her, even the fans didn't know for sure despite the numerous theories.
"I saw a pretty interesting place on the way here." Akali said from where she made herself comfortable. She whipped out her phone and started typing furiously. " It has really positive reviews, and the delivery girl has won nine consecutive awards. They make pizza's and fried chicken so it would be an interesting experience-" She tossed her phone to the dancer, who nearly dropped it on her first attempt at catching, only managing to grab the device before it impacted the ground with her void-enhanced speed, purple afterimages fading away seconds later."- The number is already put in just hit call."
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Sivir was staring at the clock, just waiting for her shift to end. She had worked a double shift today and was desperately waiting for the last ten minutes to pass so she could go home. In her tiredness, she failed to notice her boss has busied himself preparing a new order. Since it was nearing closing time the restaurant was empty and the order was finished near instantly. Sivir leaped out of her skin when Galio spoke up, his voice grumbling from the very bottom of his massive chest.
"Hey, Speedy, last order. I think you'll like this one."
She checked the order slip while preparing her motorcycle, Galio was right, this was an interesting order. She had to go to a very, very rich neighborhood in the dead of night. She had to admit that she was surprised at the nature of the order, most people who lived where she was going had expensive tastes, personal chefs or mostly both, then again even rich folk could get a hankering for some fast food. When she finally arrived at the house, she couldn't help but feel that she was supposed to know who lived there.
She approached the front door and knocked, awaiting the occupants to answer. She nearly jumped when a vastaya opened the door and stared at her with a quirked eyebrow.
"Delivery for a... ugh-" she raised the slip to her face to confirm the receiver "- Kai'Sa." The vastaya woman simply turned back into the house and shouted in a different language before she disappeared back inside. Sivir simply stood there, too tired to notice or care about the celebrity whom she just greeted. The next face at the door did, however, rouse her from her near asleep state.
"Sorry about that, my friend does not have the best grasp of English, so how much do I owe you?"
Sivir was dumbstruck by the person in front of her.
"Yo... Your... Kai'Sa?"
Hesitantly she answered "Yes?"
"I'm so sorry but I love your music, hell I listened to POPSTARS on my way here."
Kai'Sa simply smiled at her from her position leaning on the door frame. "It's nice to meet a fan outside of meet-ups, especially one this cute." she smirked at how red the delivery girl became, the shade only being rivaled by her uniform.
To alleviate some of the embarrassment Sivir managed to sputter out her procedural statements.
"We have two large pizza's and a six-piece box." she read off of the slip in her hand, the only thing keeping her from becoming a blabbering mess was her focus on the paper in her hand. "That will be 83.99."
"Before I pay you, sadly you'll have to sign this." she produced a clipboard and pen from behind the door and past it on to the delivery girl who took it gingerly.
Reading through the paper in hand she raised an eyebrow in question. "A non-disclosure agreement."
"Sadly we can't allow our house location to be publicized since we enjoy our privacy and also you no doubt saw that Ahri is indeed a vastaya and she likes keeping that secret as well." Sivir nodded, knowing full well that the miniscule vastaya population was very secluded.
Sivir handed the signed contract to the dancer and awaited payment.
Kai'Sa drew a wallet from her back pocket and drew a single 100 note and gave it to her. "Keep the change." she said with a smile.
Sivir turned to head back and clock out.
"Before you go, may I ask for your number?" Kai'Sa's voice seemed strained and as Sivir turned to answer the dancer she was surprised to see another band member hanging off her shoulders, she had a forced smile on her face and seemed like she was going to melt underneath her bandmate. It may have been the sudden switch in demeanor or her own desire to form a connection but she had a sudden boost in her own confidence.
"It's on the contract, but if your asking permission to use it then yes you may have my number."
"Then I'll speak to you tomorrow."
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Thank you for reading this story. Any and all criticism is welcome and appreciated. In the next chapters, I'll start taping into my inside knowledge to keep characterizing the other characters. Don't worry I'll involve the other characters too so see you in the next one.