((Hello everyone! Quick note before the story begins. This is my first story, so i would love it if you would be willing to give me feedback. If there anything I could've done better, any ideas you have, anything at all, just tell me. Your reviews help me make better stories for the future! Furthermore, this pairing,came to me one day when I was looking through the champions. I am also planning to make more future stories of pairings that don't usually happen. Jarvan x shyvana and other pairings that are always turned into fanfictions are annoying and are all the same. So, I would like to do some different pairings to spice things up a bit and find love where others don't see it. Other than that, I hope you enjoy the story, and please review! Bye!))
"Oh BOO HOO! Such a shame the mighty warrior, the mighty duelist of Demacia, lost! Maybe if she didn't use a toothpick for a weapon, she might actually have a chance!" A woman's voice taunted, tone mocking and snarky. "Perhaps if my enemy wasn't such a coward that she had to ride tomorrow's breakfast into battle, I might've been able to show everyone who the better fighter truly is!" Was the angry response, a French accent to the voice.
"Sejuani, please, calm down. We won the game, that is enough." A deep, wise voice spoke up, a jackal like creature, taller than both the bickering wo
man. "Fiora, I apologize for her actions. Let us put the past in the past, and move on as friends, rather than rivals." Nasus said, arms outstretched to keep them from getting to each other, though his size alone was enough. "Humph! I will NOT back down and will NOT forget about this...this...this..." Fiora couldn't quite find the words, instead turning and storming down the hall, away from the summoning pedestals.
Sejuani snorted, her large boar, bristle, snorting as well. Nasus sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Oh dear...there she goes..." Sejuani patted the large jackal on the back, and even though she was much smaller, her 'pat' forced the jackal to step forward in order to not fall. "Ah don't sweat it, she's just angry she lost because she knows she is the lesser fighter. Only a person, who has survived the harshest of conditions, can truly call themselves a warrior."
Sejuani than turned bristle away from the jackal, heading down one the many, large hallways that lead out of the summoning room. Of course, as luck would have it, the duelist and the winters wrath met again not long after their departure, at the cafeteria. The cafeteria was a large room, with many long, oak tables. Chairs, ranging in style based off of the different city states that used them.
For example, the tables and chairs farthest away from the entrance, which belonged to Noxus, were made up of a very dark brown, almost black wood. In each of the chairs something marked it, showing who would sit there. On one of the chairs was a blood red banner with a single axe on the side. Darius chair. To the right of that was a chair with twin spinning axes hanging from the sides, Dravens chair, and so on and so forth.
Sejuani had gotten off of bristle, as riding a giant boar around the cafeteria in a long line of waiting champions wasn't exactly smiled upon. So, she had left bristle near the freljord table, where he was having his tummy rubbed by Ashe. GOD SHE HATED THAT DAMN WOMAN! The only person she hated more was-
"Nice to see you again, barbare inculte." Sejuani turned around to face that stupid French accent. And there she was! That snobby demacian, with her chocolate brown hair mixed with a light, rosy red. The duelist was still wearing her armor, save for her arm guards and the upper back portion of it, leaving her in a mostly grey, skin tight outfit. A golden layer of armor covered her breasts, along with her pelvic region, so she was a bit more covered. Sejuani was in her normal clothing, consisting of a brown top made of leather to cover her assets, a skirt made of brown furs, and a pair of black skin tight leggings, that went down to the heavy black boots she wore. Sejuanis helmet was left on the table, allowing her short, white ashen hair to fall loose.
"I don't know what that means you snobby demacian, but you better take that back or I'll-"
"You'll what?" Fiora taunted, grinning. Under league rules, champions were not allowed to harm each other outside of the fields of justice. If a champion should attack another champion, the consequences could be little things, to possibly being expelled from the league. "You can't lay a hand on me, fille stupide." It took a lot of Sejuanis willpower to keep herself from hitting Fiora in the face, and boy did she want to hit her.
"Call me stupid...one more time..." Sejuani dared, stepping closer to the demacian. By now a crowd had formed around them, other champions who were eager to see some blood. " BITE HER ARM OFF SEJ!" Olaf howled, joined by others. Sona and lux were one of the few who tried to stop the fight, but were shoved aside and silenced. Eventually, the duelist and the winters wrath were at the center of a makeshift ring of people, who were encouraging them to fight. "Go ahead duelist. Call me stupid one more time. I dare you." Sejuani growled, eyes narrowed.
A moment of silence followed, all eyes on the duelist, who had her hands on her hips, eyes similarly narrowed.
"Fille stupide."
Growling like a rabid dog, Sejuani charged the duelist, fist flying towards her face in a wide left hook. Fiora was nimble, however, and was able to hop back just in time. Rushing forward, Fiora landed a jab to Sejuanis exposed side, but received a vicious back hand in return. Jumping out of reach, Fiora put a hand over her now red cheek. "You are just as uncultured and barbaric as ever I see." Sejuanis response was another punch, quicker this time. Fiora ducked, but Sejuani expected this and followed up easily, her knee smacking into Fiora nose, sending her backwards onto the ground.
Sejuani smirked down at the duelist, who was on her back clutching her bleeding nose. The winters wrath allowed the duelist to stand. "Come on, is that all you got?" Sejuani taunted, smirking at the angry frown that formed on the duelists lips. "Humph!" Fiora lashed out with a vicious kick to the gut, taking Sejuani by surprise, who bent forward, clutching her stomach. Following up with a kick to the face, knocking the boar rider back, the duelist couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.
A loud squeal pierced the air as bristle came charging to the rescue, knocking summoner and champion alike to the side as he charged to the aid of his mistress. Fiora cart-wheeled to the left to avoid becoming a pancake on the ground, landing nimbly on her feet, already in a fighting stance.
Sejuani smiled as her boar growled and covered her defensively. Getting up, Sejuani pat her boar on the head, who rubbed against her affectionately. "Thanks bristle, but I can handle this one." Bristle, seeming to understand his mistress wishes, snorted and gave Fiora a nasty look, as though saying, "if you hurt her, you die", before turning away and walking out the crowd, his tail smacking draven on the way out. "Now, just you and me demacian. Let's see who's the better warrior." The winters wrath got into a fighting stance, facing the duelist. "A moment of silence followed as the 2 combatants stared each other down before Fiora suddenly dashed forward.
"TALENT!"
Fiora punched Sejuani in the gut, making the larger woman clutch at her stomach and bend over in more surprise than actual pain.
"HONOR!"
Fioras knee came up and smacked into the bridge of Sejuanis nose.
"GLORY!"
Fiora followed up the knee kick with a few quick jabs to Sejuanis gut, and than a kick that knocked the woman down.
"And of course, pretty pictures, mon Cheri."
Sejuani, dazed and surprised by the woman's speed and viciousness, felt anger boil in her blood, simmering and sizzling until all she wanted was to make the duelist cry out in pain! To feel her anger! Slamming her fists into the ground in frustration, Sejuani stood up, looking at Fiora who seemed amused, staring at her stomach. Confused, Sejuani looked down, and sure enough, on her stomach was a large "L", the symbol of the house Laurent. "How did you...?" Sejuani looked to the demacian, who was laughing mockingly, a small knife in her hand. "Forgive me, but you look much better branded, like a cow ready to be milked."
Anger flooded back into the ashen haired woman's mind, and she quickly struck out. The duelist expected this, and threw her knife over her shoulder, discarding it as she nimbly dodged to the right of the punch. Sejuani expected this however, and brought her leg up, kicking the duelist in the stomach.
Bringing her elbow down on the duelist head, Sejuani watched triumphantly as the duelist crumpled to the floor, clutching her head. "Get up." Sejuani grabbed Fiora by her hair and yanked her up, off her knees before pulling her arm back and letting it shoot forward, fist colliding with the woman's nose. Fiora once again fell to the ground, blood dripping from her nose.
Triumphantly, the winter wrath strided up to the fallen woman. "Lights out." Raising a mighty foot up, Sejuani didn't hesitate to bring it down. But Fiora wasn't down and out just yet. Rolling to the side, Sejuanis foot hit nothing but ground. Standing, Fiora leg tripped the confused Sejuani, sending her into her back. Straddling her waist before she could get up, Fiora began to viciously punch the boar rider.
Grunting in pain, the winters wrath raised her arms up to protect her face from the punches. This demacian was really getting on her nerves! Why wouldn't she just stay down?! Growling, the winters wrath sat up, reaching out and grabbing the duelists brown hair, pulling on it. Fiora grunted as her head was forced back, pain flaring through her already injured head. Leaning in close, Sejuani grinned and bit down in Fioras shoulder. Eyes widening, pain flaring through her shoulder, Fiora let out a scream of agony, clawing at the winters wrath with her nails, leaving wicked claw like cuts on her back.
Shoving the demacian off of her, Sejuani spat some blood out of her mouth before standing up, staring down at the duelist, who was clutching at her shoulder. "Get up..." Sejuani whispered as she stepped forward, kicking Fiora in the gut.
"Get up." A kick to the face.
"Get up..." A kick to the ribs.
"Get up!" Another kick to the ribs.
"I SAID GET UP!" Sejuani screamed as she viciously kicked the duelist over and over again.
Sejuani was about to deliver a finishing kick to the duelist head when a booming voice stopped them. "HALT!" A booming voice growled out from seemingly everywhere at once. The crowd of champions and summoners which had formed around them tensed up before suddenly scattering, running and hiding like the cowards they were.
"SEJUANI OF THE WINTERS CLAW! FIORA OF THE HOUSE LAURENT!" The booming voice called out their names. A ripple of electricity arced across the ground and zapped Sejuani, forcing her to her knees. "YOU HAVE BOTH BROKEN THE RULES SET IN BY THE LEAGUE, AND THEREFORE WILL BE PUNISHED."
Silence followed as Sejuani gritted her teeth and awaited the punishment, but none ever came. Instead, the winters wrath began to finally feel the tiredness of her sore muscles and her bruised body. Eyes fluttering closed, Sejuani crumpled to the ground, blacking out as unconsciousness took over.
When Sejuani awoke, the first thing she noticed was she was on something soft, something comfortable. Eyes slowly cracking open, Sejuani stared up at a white ceiling. Sejuanis room was white but...this didn't feel like her room at all. Soft beeping to the left of her caught her attention, drawing her eyes to slowly shift to the sound. Besides her bed was a hanging bag of IV, a heart monitor (especially designed in Piltover) and a small desk with a glass of water and a plate of still warm food. Some soup, an apple and a carton of apple juice? Really? What was she, five? Grumbling, Sejuani slowly shifted her head to the other side, where she began to become aware of the throbbing head ache she had. Besides her was another desk, also with some food, a heart monitor and the same bag of IV hanging from the hook.
What made Sejuanis eyes widen was the sleeping figure in the bed besides hers. Fiora, the grand duelist, was fast asleep in a hospital gown, bandages covering most of her body, wrapped around her forehead like a bandana and her arms. "About time you woke up." A woman's voice softly spoke to the left of her, making Sejuani turn once again to the left, eyes falling upon a black haired, oriental woman. Wearing a nurse outfit and hat, black hair tied back in a long pony tail, the oriental woman smiled at Sejuani.
"Oh, it's you Akali." Sejuani grumbled, eyes looking at the syringe in her hand. "What's the syringe for twinkle-toes?" Akali rolled her eyes at the nickname, but didn't respond, simply walking up to the woman. Grasping the bed ridden woman's hand, Sejuani flinched, instinctively pulling away, though the ninjas firm grasp kept her from escaping. "It's just medicine to help you get better. You took quite a beating yesterday, I'm surprised your even able to breathe without wincing." Sejuani blinked in confusion, her mind (still groggy from having barely woken up) slowly wrapping around what Akali had said.
"Yesterday?" Sejuani winced as the syringe was inserted into her, a slight pinch of pain following as the medicine was pushed in. "Yes, yesterday. After you passed out from your battle, high summoner Dimitri teleported you here, where Shen and I got to work wrapping you and Fiora in bandages, healing your wounds." Akali explained, gently pulling out the syringe and placing a bit of cotton where the syringe was. "Place pressure on it for 2 minutes and than you should be fine." Sejuani nodded her head, glancing over to the bed besides hers. Akali noticed the glance and smiled.
"You know you would make a cute couple." Sejuani, who had reached over and was drinking some of her Apple juice, choked, coughing as she pounded her chest to help get the apple juice out of her throat. "W-what?! That's disgusting! I hate her, I don't like her! Anyways she's a woman, and I'm not into women!" Sejuani growled.
"That's a shame, Sejuani. Everybody needs love. Even the void creatures do. Haven't you seen the way cho'gath looks at reksai?" Sejuani cringed as her thoughts were filled with undesirable images. "That's...disgusting." She grumbled, shaking her head before huffing and glaring at Akali. "Anyways, I don't need love, twinkle toes. I've gone without it ever since I was a little girl. I don't need it, and that's a fact."
Akalis eyes sparkled with amusement. "Everyone needs love." Alkali repeated, and as she had finished speaking, a woman entered the room. "You ready to go home babe?" The woman purred, pressing her body up against alkalis back, wrapping her arms around the ninjas waist. "Oh great, the ninja and the air head. How cute..." Sejuani grumbled, glaring at Janna. Said woman huffed and glared right back at Sejuani, pulling Akali closer. "Your just jealous because you don't have anyone to love, boar rider." Janna growled out.
"Oh yea, because my life is so sad and alone since I don't have an air head clinging to me like a lost little puppy." Sejuani growled back, glaring daggers at the support. Akali chuckled, the sparkle of amusement never leaving her eyes. "Don't worry about her. Go and wait for me outside would ya? Ill finish up here and than we can go on our date." Akali purred, turning around and giving the support a quick kiss on the cheek. Janna blushed lightly and nodded, turning around and merrily walking out the door.
"So how long have you...?" Sejuani ventured after a few seconds. The ninja simply smiled, fixing up the room a bit before making her way to the door. "You know sej, your not all that ruthless and mean as others think you are. Maybe you are, but I'm sure somewhere deep down, your a nice person, you've just been treated badly. Look at Syndra, she was bloodthirsty for revenge when she came to the league, and now she's dating zed. They make a cute couple, and now neither of them are seeking world domination...yet at least. So, I don't believe your all that bad. Everyone needs love after all. Everyone needs love." Sejuani snorted and grumbled unhappily as the ninja walked out the door. "I don't need love...I don't need anybody...stupid ninja..."
Sejuani tried to sit up, and though pain flared through her abdomen and head, she pushed through it, forcing herself to sit up. "So it seems that the league wanted to make me suffer more than I already had and decided to put me in the same room as you." A French accented voice spoke up from besides her.
"So sleeping beauty finally woke up. Or should I say, sleeping ugly." Sejuani husked as she looked over at the French woman, glaring at her. Awake, Fiora didn't look much different than before their battle. Red and rosy, pinkish hair now matted down and messy. The same, fiery stubbornness that kept the duelist from surrendering in the face of her enemy blazed in her emerald green eyes, like mini Suns.
Glaring at the boar rider, the duelist huffed and looked up at the ceiling. "Fille stupide." Fiora murmured, making the boar rider clench her hands into fists. "I may be tied up to this machine but I swear to god I will hop over there and-"
Sejuani was abruptly cut off as the door to their room was opened up. In stepped a tall figure, clothed in a beautiful blue robe, with gold inscriptions on the sleeves. The figure, a man of about 50 years of age, had grayish, military cut hair and a grey beard. "There will be no repeat of yesterday, winters wrath." The man spoke coldly, very unhappy and quite angry, stormy grey eyes digging holes into them. "S-summoner Dimitri!" Fiora whispered, shock and awe in her voice as she scrambled to get up. Pain flared all around Fioras body though, reminding her she was not ready to leave the bed just yet.
"Do not get up, duelist. You may stay where you are. I simply came here to deliver a message from the high council." The duelist nodded her head and allowed her body to sink back into the sheets, though not as comfortable as before. "Whats the message?" Sejuani asked. Dimitri smiled, though he didn't look amused. "I have come here to inform you that yesterday's performance was unacceptable. You both know the rules of the league, and both of you have broken them. Because of that, you must be punished. I and the rest of the high councilman talked it over, and have come up with a fitting punishment that should also help you greatly."
Sejuani didn't look happy, nor did Fiora, though she was more willing to hear the summoner out. "So what's our punishment? We gotta clean the void bathroom?" Sejuani asked, grimacing. What void creatures ate, was usually disgusting, and what came out, was far worse. Than again, the only person to be able to put truth into those words was teemo. The little bastard placed mushrooms in the halls as a prank. Well, those poor summoners were in the hospital for a long time, and in physical (and mental) therapy even longer.
Dimitri chuckled and shook his head. "Fiora, Sejuani. As punishment for breaking the rules set in by the league of legends, you are to start attending a couple therapy class as soon as you are released from the hospital."
Fiora and Sejuani stared at Dimitri blankly, their minds trying to wrap their mind around what he just said. Once their minds had finally started working properly, their eyes widened and their mouths dropped. "What?! Why?!" Both women shrieked at the same time. "I can't stand being in a small room with that...that...snobby witch without punching her!" Fiora nodded to Sejuanis words. "And I cannot be in a small room without killing that barbaric whore!" Dimitri simply continued smiling, watching them plead and yell. "What about leagues matches? We can't attend couple-whatever if we're busy fighting." Sejuani exclaimed, grasping any hope she could of not having to go with Fiora to therapy.
"Oh, for breaking the rules of the league you have been restricted from participating in league matches until you either learn to like each other, or until you give us some other magical reason as to why we should allow you to continue. Until then, you will not participate in any matches. Good day." Dimitri turned and walked out the door, not looking back. "No! Don't go! I'll do anything! Don't make me go with her!" Fiora pleaded, but it was no use. Their fates were sealed in a stamp of gold, and nothing they said was gonna get them out of it.
Sighing, Fiora ran a hand through her hair. "This wouldn't have happened if you had just accepted defeat when we fought. You would've been saved the humiliation and we wouldn't be in this mess." Fiora growled. Sejuanis eyebrow twitched in anger at the duelists words. "Oh this is my fault? Really now? This coming from the woman who was crying on the floor like a baby after being hit."
"YOU BIT ME IN THE SHOULDER!" Fiora protested, glaring daggers at the taller woman. Both women continued to bicker until Soraka, who was very annoyed, smacked them on the head with a banana and told them if they wouldn't shut up, she'd take their beds and push them off the roof. The threat of being pushed off a roof hundreds of feet up in the air, was surprisingly all it took to shut them up.
3 days or so after the incident had happened, Fiora and Sejuani were released from the hospital. "Oh man it feels good to finally be out of those horrible hospital gowns." Fiora chuckled at the comment, nodding her head in understanding. "Indeed...and the hospital was freezing as well. The blankets which were given to us were useless. May as well have left us naked for all the good it did." Fiora grumbled, stretching her arms above her head, once again wearing her normal armor. Sejuani donned her helmet, the one horned piece of armor fitting snugly on her head. "Well, see ya around, grand loser."
"Not so fast!" A mans voice huskily growled out just as the women were about to go their separate ways. "Oh, hey there dirty." Sejuani greeted. "My name is Dimitri, not dirty, Sejuani." Dimitri grumbled, not to happy with the nick name given to him. "I don't know, the name 'dirty' suits you pretty well." Sejuani mused, a smile on her face. "Summoner Dimitri, an honor to see you. Why you have you come for us?" Fiora asked, shoving the winters wrath to the side.
"I've come to make sure you attend your classes."
Sejuani and Fiora gave the high summoner a blank stare before grimacing and making a disgusted face. "Of course...I had forgotten..." Dimitri gave the woman an amused look before motioning for them to follow him. "Do not worry, for I have remembered. Now come, class starts in a few minutes. I wouldn't want you to be late, now do I?"
"Of course not..." Was the unhappy response from both women.
Following summoner Dimitri out of the hospital building, they made their way across a long, open courtyard, towards large double doors that lead into the league. Once inside the league, the trio made their way down many winding corridors and hallways, passing a few champions and summoners along the way. "Hey zilean what time is it?" A gruff, raspy and deep voice asked. "It is 10:24 am. In an alternate time line, it is 12:34 pm. In an alternate time line where Darius is in love with jarvan, it is 7:05 am. And in this time line, where Sejuani and become lovers, it is 10:24 am." Zilean responded to Darius question. Darius laughed and smacked the old mage on the back. "HA! I love this guy!" The big man yelled to his younger brother. Both brothers were wearing basketball outfits, Darius dribbling a basketball in one hand.
Sejuani and Fiora walked by the scene hurriedly to keep up with Dimitri, but we're surprised and shocked about what zilean had said. There was a timeline where Sejuani and Fiora became lovers?! And it was this one?! That couldn't be possible! They were complete opposites, and hated each other. Than again, opposites attract. Sighing, both woman put the old mages words behind them, focusing on the task at hand. Dimitri stopped once they came upon an open area as large as a cargo bay.
The ceiling stretched for what seemed like miles upwards. Shops and vendors lined the walls of the area known as the central market place. Of course, there weren't just things to be sold there. Restaurant and all kinds of small business were built there, climbing up the walls and across run ways that stretched across the air.
Dimitri walked the champions to a small blue building that was under construction. It looked like a pre-school/day care that was bought last minute before demolition and now has to be quickly repaired and made to look new. "This is couple therapy house! This is where you will train and strive to become better acquainted." Dimitri said proudly, smiling at the blue building.
It reminded Sejuani of a barn, just smaller and blue. A hole on the roof, no glass on the windows, a stair leading to the roof, building supplies scattered around it. Saying that the run down building was out of place in the nicer shops, stores and restaurants would be a huge understatement.
"Let's go meet shall we?" Dimitri held the single, wooden door open, allowing the duelist and the winters wrath to enter. "Wow...nice place..." Sejuani murmured. Sure enough, the inside...was strange. A receptionists desk had been hastily placed on one side of the wall, a black swivel chair behind it. On the other side of the room, covering the God awful yellow walls, we're 5 chairs for customers to sit at and wait patiently.
At the center was a mess of children's toys. It looked like a child who had just opened up his presents for Christmas had played with his toys in the middle of the room, and forgot to put them away. Fiora bit her tongue to silence any harsh remarks that were simply itching to come out. A fish tank, which was empty, stood on the wall besides them. On the wall across from them, stood another, single wooden door, with a sign on top.
"Mrs. Fords couples therapy..." Fiora read, squinting her eyes in order to see the hastily scribbled words. Taking a seat on one of the 5, leather chairs to the right of them, Dimitri sighed. "Well than, I'll wait here. You can go and see her by yourselves. Your big girls." Both women gave Dimitri a harsh glare, though that was the extent of their discomfort, as hurting a high summoner had very large consequences. "Fine...lets get this over with..."
Walking to the door, Fiora reached for the bronze handle, but before she could reach it, the door swung inwards.
"I SWEAR WOMAN! SOMETIMES YOU INFURIATE ME TO NO ENDS! A booming, unhappy voice growled out. Out came none other than the master of metal, Mordekaiser. The master of metal pushed past Fiora, who was to stunned to see him come out of the room to move out of the way. Following the large, metallic man was a similarly unhappy woman, who's gentle face was turned into a frown. Blue robes that seemed to bend with a imaginary wind seemingly carried her across the floor, making it seem as though she was hovering rather than actually walking. Sona made a unhappy noise with her magical instrument. The sound was like a violin string pulled wrong, not a nice sound to hear.
Whipping around to look at her, Mordekaisers red eyes glared daggers at the woman. "Oh? So this is MY fault? Well excuse me for not being able to magically pull two tickets for the opera out of my ass!" Mordekaiser growled. Sona and the master of metal stared each other down, a very unusual sight, before Mordekaiser sighed and put a hand up to his face, rubbing his forehead. Sona similarly sighed, both gathering their bearings before looking to each other. "I truly am sorry I was unable to get us tickets to go to the opera, Sona...I know how much you wanted to go."
Sona shook her head and smiled meekly, floating close and placing a gentle hand ever so softly upon his cheek. "It is alright...I allowed my sadness and anger to get the better of me. Forgive me, Mordekaiser. I should not have been so rash..." A soft, gentle voice spoke. The voice was Sonas, though as she was mute, she could only telepathically speak, and even then, only a little. Mordekaiser chuckled and leaned in close, giving the songstress a gentle peck on the lips, before wrapping his arms around her and picking her up, bridal style.
"Let us return home." Was all Mordekaiser said before kicking down the door and walking out, leaving a large hole where the door used to be. Strange, the hole was shaped like Mordekaiser. I wonder why...
"Ah, there go two more satisfied customers." A woman's voice spoke up in the quiet. Startled by the sudden voice, Fiora nearly jumped, while Sejuani nearly punched the woman in the face. Dimitri only smiled, waving at the woman in the doorway. "Good morning Mrs. Fords. A pleasure as always to see you." Dimitri greeted. Mrs. fords, a older woman who looked to be in her late 40's, smiled at the summoner. A strange mixture of cocoa brown hair, laced with the faintest outline of silvery-white was tied back in a bun, a purple hair clip keeping her hair together. "So, these are the champions you need me to work with?"
Dimitri nodded, waving to said champions and saying their names. "Fiora and Sejuani...interesting...well! No time to waste! Come into my office!" eagerly said, turning and walking back into her office. Fiora and Sejuani looked to Dimitri, silently asking him if they really had to do this, to which he nodded and motioned for them to follow. Begrudgingly, both champions followed the woman inside, the door closing behind them. office was...different, than the rest of the building. In all honesty it looked like the only place that was focused on.
Luscious red carpeting covered the floor. Dark brown, almost log cabin style wood made up the walls. A small fire burned in the fireplace to the left of them, in front of 2 recliners with a small table in front of them. At the far wall was a desk, with another swivel chair behind it, papers stacked neatly on it. On the chair sat , who motioned for the girls to sit down on the comfortable looking chairs in front of the desk. Taking their seats, Sejuani couldn't help but comment.
"You have a lot of chairs..." Sejuani mumbled, eyes still wandering the very out-of-place room. "I have a lot of customers." Was the quick reply. "Mrs. Fords-" Fiora was quickly cut off. "Call me Jane, dear!" Slowly nodding her head, Fiora sighed and began again. "Jane...umm...as you may know, we are here because we fight a lot. I understand that it needs fixing, but we assure you that it is normal for us to fight. If you just signed off that we were doing fine, we would be in your-" cut Fiora off again with a loud laugh.
"Sorry sweetie, but that's not gonna work on me. You both need help and I'm here to give it to you. Now, let's begin. I'm gonna ask you both a few questions, and your gonna answer them with the first thing that pops into your mind, alright?" Both women nodded in understanding.
"Ok, first question. When you think of yourself, what do you consider yourself to be?"
"A god."
"A master fighter."
and Fiora turned questioningly to the boar rider, who simply shrugged. "Ok, next question. When you think of the person besides you, what do you think of?"
Sejuani was the first to answer. "Annoying, flat-chested, untalented, snobby rich girl who thinks she's better than everyone else simply because she has a fancy toothpick that she can poke people with."
Fioras eyebrow twitched at the comment. "When I think of this...thing besides me, I think of a disgusting, barbaric creature with no sense of morality, no sense of honor and one of the ugliest creatures I have ever seen."
Sejuani was glaring daggers at the duelist, mouth in a tight frown as she tried to keep herself from punching the woman. The sooner they got out of this the better, just a day or two of this crap and, if they didn't fight, they could go their separate ways. Fiora was obviously having the same thoughts, her hands gripping the seat to keep her hands from smacking Sejuani on the face.
"Interesting..." Jane murmured, writing down a few things on a small note pad. "Ok, next question..."
The questions continued for about 5 minutes, in which they were asked several odd, strange, useless, practical, helpful, and stupid questions. Jane was now staring at her notepad, mumbling something that neither champion could hear. "Alright than, looks like we have LOTS of work to do. We're finished here. Be back here tomorrow morning, 10 o'clock sharp."
Sejuani and Fiora stared at in confusion, looking to each other, and than back at her. "What?" They asked in unison. gave them an amused smile. "You can go home now. Your gonna need the rest for tomorrow's training." Sejuani, finally returning to the land of the living, shook her head. "W-wait! Tomorrow? Aren't you supposed to train us today? Why tomorrow?" eyes twinkled with amusement. "You'll find out tomorrow, now won't you?" Sejuani and Fiora looked to each other before sighing in defeat and excusing themselves, walking out the door. Dimitri still sat on the same chair, only this time with a magazine in his hands. Once he noticed the duelist and the boar rider had finished, he set the magazine down on the chair besides him.
"How did it go?"
The next morning, Sejuani awoke to knocking. Groaning, Sejuani unhappily sat up, the fluffy white blanket that had been wrapped around her so comfortably falling off, pooling on her lap. Yawning, Sejuani rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before turning her attention to her room. Her room was, to many others, bland. Icy blue walls squared in the bedroom. A dresser stood at the foot of her bed, with all the clothes she had. A night stand stood besides her, a lamp in the shape of a cone sitting on top of it.
Outside of her bedroom was the living room, with a small couch able to seat 2 people, a tv in front of it. To the left was a door that lead into the small kitchen area, where a refrigerator, a sink, the dining table, and the rest of the kitchen lay, unused for the most part. To the right, was another, white door that lead to the bathroom, which was modestly furnished. The floor was made up of a dark blue carpeting that was delightfully soft to the touch.
The knocking persisted, Sejuani grumbling as she tilted her head at the sound. Where was it coming from? Opening her bedroom door and stepping out, Sejuani was confused. The knocking was coming from her door? Upon opening it, Sejuanis eyes came upon a very annoyed duelist. "About time you answered! Geez, I thought you went into a coma and my problems would finally be over. Sadly, it seems you woke up."
Fiora grumbled, pushing past the taller woman and entering her...'humble' abode. "What are you doing here snob?" Sejuani growled, fists clenching as the woman inspected her house critically. "The league offered you to make your own house here, and this is what you came up with? Very disaapointing..." Fiora commented, picking up a cheeseburger wrapper.
Walking up to Fiora, Sejuani slapped the wrapper out of her hand, glaring daggers at her, which the duelist returned. "I'm here because told me to get you, since you were late." ? The memories came back and Sejuani unhappily growled. So it wasn't a bad dream after all...great. "Nice pajamas..." Fiora commented, eying up Sejuanis pajamas. A yellow tank top hid cotton bindings, with long, fluffy blue pajama pants. "Get out."
Fiora smirked smugly and walked back outside, the door slamming behind her. "I really hate the league sometimes..." Sejuani muttered as she went into her room to change.