**A bit of interactions between Veigar and Lulu. It was definitely fun trying to come up with dialogue without forcing some lovey-dovey stuff right off the bat. I really wanted to include Zed and Syndra now, but they'll be introduced later. Or not. Anyways, some actual plot is going to happen next chapter. I'm trying to make this move a bit more faster, making this story last for around five to seven chapters- maybe an afterstory will be included. Thanks to all whose read up to this chapter and will continue to read.

[[August 2nd Update]] Okay, so chapter three is taking a while, mainly because I got someone to edit and stuff. Chapter one and two are still unedited, for the most part, and I'm still looking for another proofreader. If anyone wants to take up that mantle, please PM or something. Chapter three should come out August 4th at the earliest, so keep a look out for that.


Chapter Two

"You are my hostage." Veigar boomed. He lifted his chest high, proud of his latest conquer. Even standing erect, he was still quite incredibly small.

The cluster of black and white that weighted Lulu's movement began to wane. She could see then that somehow, the Tiny Master of Evil managed to compress light enough to the point wherein space begins to swallow itself, a miniature vacuum. The constellation of light began to dim and she could begin see through the darkness. Despite the situation, the Fae Sorceress was en-spelled by fascination instead of magic.

"Hey! Look at me when I subdue you!" The yordle in blue roared, slumping with fury.

Once the spell had completely dissipated, Lulu focused on her frustrated 'captor'.

"Hiya!" The Fae Sorceress pulled herself, readjusting the tilt of her hat. It was evident that no one ever really cleaned the champion quarter's halls, or if Veigar ever vacuumed his spell vacuum. Her dress was smeared with dust, her vibrant ensemble now simply faded, just like the dilapidated sections of the Institute. Her face, on the other hand, was vibrant enough to brighten up on her appearance, with a smile that was both affectionate and slightly wicked.

Pix, on the other hand, raised its fists, or whatever was the equivalent of a fist to his species, and displayed its own rendition of a certain blind monk while swinging a flurry of fists towards Veigar. "Blindness is no impairment against a smelly enemy." Lulu tried to suppress a smile, but snickers and snorts bled through until finally she could hold it no more. Her laugh was quite contagious as Pix fell prey to her giggles.

"Hey, stop laughing!" Veigar jabbed the tiles with his staff repeatedly, demanding obedience but it seemed to only fuel their laughter. "I am evil! You will obey my commands!"

The Tiny Master of Evil glared at his disobedient hostages. The two did not know their place. He swung his staff once again, dragging it in circular motion. Space compressed itself once again but much more denser than before. Like a black hole, it dragged the two giggling compadres into its vacuum. The force was much more violent. The magnetic pull seemed to tug not the Fae Sorceress, but a feeling in her guts that felt like a hook dragging her closer. Her breathing was pressed, Pix too; they could not laugh now. The purple yordle's dilating pupils fell onto her captor with new light. Veigar chuckled.

"You. Are my hostage. Hostages are not aloud to laugh in my PRESENCE!" He swung his staff downards, the force of the vacuum decreasing in relation to his staff's elevation. Pix dropped onto Lulu's cap, barely able to keep itself afloat while the purple yordle succumbed to her knees, gasping for air. "Understand?"

Lulu knelt up, her outfit tattered and dim. She looked up to face her cruel captor, but not with an expression of bleak faith or hopelessness, but amazement and adoration. "That was so amazing!" She exploded with enthusiasm, her cap rocketing up.

"I am not amazing! I am amazingly EVIL!" He raised his staff heroically, I mean villianously, in the air, dangling it high to absorb more of the Fae Sorceress's adoration. Pix felt otherwise. It swayed its hips side to side, readjusting its insides.

Lulu tilted her head, watching the boasting yordle with innocent, naive eyes. It was plain to see that they were worlds apart, in more ways than one. The evil yordle found a world that condemned him with knowledge that could tear a man apart. His hostage, on the other hand, was adopted into a world that abandoned such revelations. Most people are afraid of differences. Throughout history, differences were defined by social and political barriers.

But Lulu is different; she was not afraid of how different others were, she was fascinated.

It was silent for a while. Veigar stood, waiting for his victim to quiver in fear. Instead, it was just an awkward stand off in which both party showed similar interest in prospects.

"We should be friends!" Lulu chimed, finally breaking the silence. Pix hovered towards the Fae Sorceress with a confused expression, with good reason. After all, just a few minutes ago, their guts were being moved to a very uncomfortable position. Lulu gave a reassuring nod, which melted most of Pix's doubt in Veigar's character.

"Friends? Have you not heard what I have just said?" Veigar growled. "You are my hostage. There will be no befriending! I shall use you to manipulate the scourge, Teemo. With that rat out of the way, I will finally take over the world! Mwua ha ha ha!" The yordle laughed with outstretched arms, forgetting that he was still in the Institute's domain.

"That sounds like fun!" The Fae Sorceress replied.

"Fun? Taking over the world is fun? Well… yes it is. FOR ME! For you? It will be like trying to act as a relations mediator between Kayle and Morgana! And it is not fun, by the way."

Lulu stared and pouted. She didn't quite understand Veigar's analogy so she tried to. The Fae Sorceress tried to picture what a Kayle and a Morgana was. She grinned as a rush of possibilities passed through her mind.

"Hey! Stop smiling! There will be no fun from now on!" Veigar commanded, but Lulu kept to her own imagination. The only one paying attention to him at this point was Pix, and Pix was rather amused at the Tiny Master of Evil's tiny fuse.

Veigar reached for Lulu's hat and yanked it down, attempting to blind himself from the purple yordle's idiotically cute smile.

"Whoa! Who turned off the lights?" Lulu asked, clawing around for anything tangible.

"Shut up and move. We shall retire to my quarters so I can make plans for your ransom." Veigar positioned himself behind the Fae Sorceress, poking her back with his staff to help provide directions.

"Ransom? What's that?" Lulu asked. Her voice was quite muffled and at any time readjust her hat but that wouldn't be fun.

"None of your business." Veigar growled, poking Lulu with an extra thrust. "And I told you to shut up."

Pix hovered over Veigar, surprising the urge to bring down some pain. He watched Lulu for any signs of wanting to be rescued but she seemed like she was enjoying this game. The faerie was a bit jealous, its games were better than Veigar's.

For a while, it felt like the company was walking in place for a long time. The hall was long and for newcomers it could have been thought that the hall would be endless, perhaps it was. The Institute never was friendly with logic. The trip could have been shorter if the summoner's knew how to manage the rooms better. Most of the champion quarters were vacant. Those that were occupied were usually never used as some champions still live at their own homes. Veigar, among others, were some of the few champions that used the quarters provided to them by the summoners. Lulu still did not know which one was hers.

Finally, they come across a room with a strange sigil on knob. With a single touch, the door began to disintegrate outwards from the knob. Once the two entered, the door began to rebuild itself in a reversed fashion as to when it disintegrated.

"Welcome to your prison," Veigar exclaimed. The roaring vibration of the door recomposing itself echoed throughout the room.

"I can't see," Lulu complained, still clawing around for something to hold onto. Veigar glared, somewhat expecting the purple yordle to readjust her hat a while ago. Impatient as he is, he smacked the hat straight off, the Fae Sorceress almost falling over as a result.

"Like I was saying, your prison." Veigar explained, but with a lot less enthusiasm this time around. The room was silent, save the gentle fluttering of Pix's wings.

Lulu scanned the room, rather fascinated. The room seemed reflected its occupant quite well. It was horribly lit; the only form of light was the fluorescent glows of potions and texts and wavering blue flames. Books carpeted the floor with titles ranging from the dark arts to the obscure; books you'd wouldn't exist because the author was too insane to be eligible to publish a book. Tables bordered the walls and a bed was no where in sight. The quarters was the definition of somber.

Veigar could see the fascination and mischievousness in her eyes, something he was somewhat fond of. "Don't touch anything," he commanded, before retiring to one of his desks. He wobbled over, his roaring enthusiasm for evil dissipated; in fact he sounded somewhat normal. He pulled out his chair, one built for a human, and climbed up on top. The chair and his height was just enough for his arms to extend over. As he pulled out one of his books, he turned to check up on his hostage only to find that she was not where she was last.

The yordle's vision scrambled. His room was filled with hazards; if his hostage was harmed, or even killed, he would have to pass off his ransom for less. He tossed and turned, but refused to get off his chair, looking for the Fae Sorceress could have went. "Did she escape…?" Veigar wondered.

"Boo!"

Veigar looked under his desk to find the Fae Sorceress in a blanket he wasn't even aware was in his room.

He sighed, shrugged her away and returned to his book.

"Hey, you're suppose to act surprised!" She pouted, wrapping the blanket around tighter.

"And you're supposed to be my HOSTAGE," he groaned, scratching the bridge between his eyes.

"What does a hostage do?" Lulu asked, hopping up and down for attention.

"Whatever I tell you and I'm telling you to shut up and get in a corner," Veigar replied. The yordle tried to focus on his book, but Lulu just wasn't the right company for it.

"But that's no fun," the Fae Sorceress groaned.

"Sucks, now beat it.

Lulu slumped over to the corner where Pix watched over. His arms was crossed in a 'I told you' kind of way. "He doesn't want to be friends, why try?" The faerie asked.

The purple yordle briefly looked over to her captor and sighed. "I don't know, Pix. But it's better than how we were treated at Bandle."

Pix sighed too then stared at the ceiling. "Anything would have been better than how you were treated at Bandle."

Lulu looked at her faerie companion again. It wasn't often that they would have this kind of conversation; in fact there wasn't much time for conversation with these two. It was always, do first; talk later. The world was too fascinating to just talk about it; it was something to experience.

"Hey Pix. Let's play a game."

Pix looked at the Fae Sorceress with an expression it never used in front of her. For a moment, it seemed like it was going to say no. "Sure." Lulu smiled.

"Hey, you want to play with us too?" Lulu turned and asked Veigar.

For a while, Veigar did not respond. "No," he finally replied, barely audible this time.