Malzahar's P.O.V.
The bushes tickled my skin as I hovered through them.
"C'mon." He ripped off his shirt exposing a chiseled body. I let out a huff and crossed my eyes. I couldn't believe this. He grabbed my scarf and pulled me closer to him. I pulled back my hood and leaned in.
"Are we actually going to do this?" He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against his warm skin. One hand landed on his firm pec, and the other dangle by my side. He brushed his fingers through my hair and began to kiss me. I was so shocked, but I impulsively kissed back just as much. They were so soft—who was I to refuse? He just began to undo his jeans when a pretty yellow and green flower sprung up behind me. I looked at it and looked back at Garen—who looked defeated. "That's a ward isn't it." Before I knew what was happening, he swiftly picked me up.
"Demacia!" He shouted.
"Who's this?" the figure asked before we were out of earshot.
"Leave him alone, Dracula!" I heard a familiar voice boom over the arena. "Wake up, kiddo."
My eyes shot open and I flung up from my bed. The blonde yordle stood at the foot of my bed tugging at my sheets. On the other side was a silver haired man with red-ish porcelain skin studying me closely.
"Whoa. What a dream."
"Yes, yes. Get up. Breakfast will be ready soon." He threw some clothing similar to Garen's from yesterday up on my bed.
"Um, where's the bathroom here?"
"You change here. The only bathrooms are in the locker room. You can't change in there unless you are changing into your battle outfit. Sorry. Noxian rules."
"Don't worry I won't bite… much." The crimson skinned man said.
"That's Vlad. He's a Noxian vampire."
"I prefer the term 'Blood Connoisseur'." Vlad retorted.
"You're a vampire and you'll be called as such you Noxian bastard!" Heimerdinger yelled. I looked around to see only two human figures: Vlad and the man who was kissing the other yesterday. He stood up out of his bed—completely naked—it all looked nice, but I tried to not stare. I changed under my bedding to avoid any embarrassment on my part, although it seemed just as embarrassing to wrestle around with the sheets. The man put on a cowboy looking hat and paraded around in nothing but that. The others consisted of a pile of rocks formed around an arcane being, a man of metal, another yordle who twitched a lot and made rapid movements, a creature with a massive eye, and a bird man who seemed particularly interested with me. I finally finished getting dressed and stood up to find that he was there staring at me inquisitively.
"You, where are you from?" His voice was almost robotic. He leaned in—almost pressing his face to mine.
"I'm from Shurima, but I presume Icathia as my new home." I yawned.
"Then you will surely recognize me as your emperor, correct?"
"Um, no? Shurima fell pretty hard. We're just little villages now. We don't have an emperor."
"Lies!" He wound up his hand and struck me. I clasped my stinging cheek. I felt some tears coming on, but I tried to fight them. "You will recognize me as your emperor!" He smacked me again then crashed his head into mine. I fell back against my bed clutching at my throbbing skull. I began to cower, but the bird-man took his leave.
"Don't mind, Azir. He's just power hungry." Heimerdinger came over and began to look at my eyes. "You'll be fine. Just try not to make rapid movements." I cried. Disregarding what Heimerdinger said I flung the door open and ran out into the commons-foyer crying. There were a couple people talking but it was mainly empty. I ran down the "Tank" hallway and opened the door. I began to walk through the door but was shocked and thrown back against the female door. I let out a cry of pain, and the streams on my face grew thicker. The door behind me opened and a beautiful woman appeared with a look of concern on her face.
"What happened?" She helped me up of the floor. My crying slowed but I was still in pain. My head was pulsing, my cheeks were stinging, my eyes were on fire, and my back was aching.
"Is Garen in there?" I pointed to the boys' side of the hall. She laughed.
"Garen is always one of the first in line for breakfast, hun. You're looking for him? You're the new one, huh? Your name?"
"Yes, I am." I sniffed. "Malzahar."
"I'm Leona. Come. I'll take you to the Cafeteria."
"Um, can you go get him for me? I don't want to go down there crying…" I trailed off crying a little.
"Sure. Just go sit on one of the sofas in the commons." She began towards the cafeteria, and I towards the commons. I didn't say a word; just tried to stifle my cries. The room started to spin a little and I felt like was going to puke. The sofa was beckoning and I crashed onto it. I let out a silent cry as a sharp pain in my back reminded me that I was thrown across a hallway. I heard Heimerdinger call my name from across the commons, but I didn't want to move. I just wanted to let my tears soak into the velvet of the sofa. At this point the pain didn't bring the tears; it was the knowledge that this place is brutal and cruel. A place where one can wake up and almost get their head bashed in the very second after. More tears began to flow from my eyes, but with it a little rage began to burn. Heimierdinger reached me and began to check for any bruising on my head, but I felt a larger hand on my back; one too big for a yordle.
"What happened?" Garen asked. His voice was concerned and angry. I sniffed, but didn't answer.
"Azir beat him for not knowing who he was." Heimerdinger replied.
"Thank you, Heims. Go get some food; you deserve it. I'm going to have a little talk with Azir." I shot up from the sofa and threw myself at Garen.
"Please! Don't! It will make it worse!" I begged him. "It's a thing with Shurimans. We do things to antagonize other people if we see it fit."
"If that is what you want. Come, let's get you breakfast."
"Oh, I'm not hungry."
"That sucks. You're gonna eat though." He picked me up from the waist and flung me over his shoulder.
"Garen, this is a really sweet gesture, but unless you are taking me to our own private room then you can put me down." I slapped my hand over my mouth.
"What was that?"
"Um, nothing."
"You said something. I intend to get it out of you at some point. He curled his arm up around my waist and carried me to the cafeteria. He forced me to eat then took me to the arena. He began to show me the finer mechanics of the game, like how the Noxian game maker timed the dragon respawn. Apparently a new dragon will fly into the pit every six minutes or so. He pulled me over by the blue golems to tell me what they do. We rounded the stone wall and tumbled into the bush close by.
"What was that?"
"Me. Tripping you." Garen laughed. He threw me to the ground, climbed on top of me, and pinned me to the grass. "Now, what was it you said in the commons?"
"Nothing."
"I'm not letting go until you tell me." He said cockily.
"I'm fine with that."
"Well, you don't have to tell me now. The thing in your pants explains it all." Garen smiled.
"My wh-" I began to ask.
"Your 'Shuriman Snake'."
"Don't be cheesy." I rolled my eyes.
"Your dick." He laughed. I began to laugh but was cut off by Garen pressing his lips to mine. It was a sweet embrace, and felt exactly how I dreamed it-soft, smooth, warm. I got harder than I was when Garen climbed on top of me. He pulled back and smiled again. "I'm gonna arrange a scrimmage between you and my sister."
"Is there a prize?"
"Well... yes. There is."
"And what is the prize if I were to win?" I asked. His reply was grabbing my hand and placing it over the crotch in his jeans. I felt a hard and long member pulsing. He kept my hand there and spoke.
"A long and sharp sword."
"Then let the games-" Garen flipped us so that I was on top now, then pulled me down to kiss him.
