Hey everyone.

Sorry for another enormous delay. I was so certain that I'd get this story finished sooner, since it was supposed to only be 2/3 chapters. Ugh.

I'm currently trying to polish the story itself, and that can take some time aswell. So I decided to atleast give you the half of the chapter, if any of you were eager for the second chapter at all (if you were, thank you.).

However, much doesn't happen in this one either, since it's another build-up/explainer-chapter, and I have to apologize for that too. I hope you still enjoy this one, and know that the final chapter/the-second-half-of-this-chapter will be done shortly.

Thank you for reading and reviewing, I greatly appreciate criticism and/or compliments and tips.

pie6013 : I don't blame you. That kind of quotation-mark is because of my European computer, and I have noticed it from American writings/fanfictions, that you don't have that sort of thing, and might've never learned about it. I hope it doesn't bother you, though. Thank you for the review~!

Please enjoy, and give me your opinion by reviewing, thank you!

A few weeks ago.

The moon was bright this night, lighting up the dark streets of Noxus. The night was filled with loud cheering and singing of drunken soldiers in pubs. There wasn't really anything to be cheering for, the war between the two nations hadn't changed at all, but somehow the men saw a reason to celebrate.

On the rooftops of the Du Couteau's, two young adults were sitting, both gazing upon the streets of Noxus.

One with the hood spoke up, his voice a bit rugged, „The moon is beautiful tonight."

The other one, a woman with long red hair, looked at her companion, „I guess it is." She replied.

A moment of silence passed. It wasn't awkward, but peaceful. The two had a rough day, as heard from the man's voice.

The two had come up here for the last few months, enjoying eachother's friendly presence. Even though one was a daughter of a high-class man, and the other her servant from the slums, they respected eachother equally, and saw the other as a friend.

The woman noticed her hooded companion's sad look, as he gazed at the moon. She didn't talk at first, but curiosity, maybe even concern, took over her mind, „What are you thinking about?" she asked quietly.

The man kept his eyes on the moon, „I..." he started, „nothing." He answered blutnly, „Nothing of your concern." He added.

The woman was less than unpleased with the answer she got. She frowned and sighed. 'It's probably something personal,' she thought. 'Talon usually doesn't mind telling me what's on his mind.' She was surprised that she even cared. Since when does she?

Another moment of silence passed.

„Katarina," Talon suddenly spoke, turning his head to her. She looked back at him with a questioning look. „what do you think is going to happen in the next few years?" he asked.

It was a rather odd question to ask, she thought. But if that's something the Blade's Shadow wants to talk about, then be it.

„I don't know," she said, shrugging. „wherever this war takes us all."

It's a sad thought, but it's true. If the war keeps going on, anything could happen. Both were hoping that Noxus would eventually conquer all, but that's still questionable. They couldn't even win against Ionia, not to mention all Runeterra.

„Once you become a high commander," Talon started. „you won't need me. You'll have plenty of other men under your control than you do now." He said. If his voice didn't sound emotionless and cold, it would've sounded as if he was worried. He's great at hiding his feelings though.

Katarina was speechless for a second. She hadn't really thought of that. Or atleast she didn't want to. She had thought of Talon as a family member, through all the years. He was one of two people who mattered, who hadn't left her.

„I guess I'll leave Noxus when that happens. I wouldn't want to be a burden." He said, looking back at the moon.

The Sinister Blade was angry at this point. She glared at Talon, he didn't see though.

„You're not leaving." She said, anger in her tone.

Talon looked at her, notcing how mad she looked. He was a bit confused.

„You're not leaving me." She repeated, Talon opening his mouth slightly at the 'me'.

Katarina looked deep into his eyes. If looks could kill.

„But-..." Talon started, but was cut off. „I'll find a way to make you stay. You'll be a high-ranked assassin by then, so you can't leave." She said, her voice cracking up a bit.

The hooded man was still a bit confused, but what his companion said made him think that someone here will miss him, badly. Of course she didn't dare to admit it. It made a slight smile come up to his face.

Katarina noticed his stupid smile. She realized what she had said, turning her red face away from him. 'Great. Now I made myself look like an obsessed teenager.' She thought. She looked back at Talon, who was facing the moon again. The smile on his face hadn't left. Katarina felt a smile come upon her lips aswell, not bothering to change it.

They spent the night sitting quietly on the rooftop, eventually even falling asleep on it. It was one of the best nights they'd had in a while.

Present.

Katarina woke up with an enormous headache. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering what happened before she fell unconscious; a screech and a strange-sounding 'poof'.

She noticed her current position; she was on some large bed, hands tied with rope onto some bars behind her head, her mouth covered tightly with a bandana and on top of that, she was completely naked.

She was extremely confused and scared, trying to free her hands, failing. She looked around the room for anything sharp she could reach, but it was far too dark for her to see anything.

Yelling didn't help; her muffled voice roughly hearable.

Suddenly, the room was lit by candles, and Katarina noticed two figures. She squinted her eyes to see them better, until they came closer.

She gasped; Swain and LeBlanc.

At first, the Noxian assassin had a thousand questions in her mind, but now she got the idea of what was going on. She tried to get her hands free, but her squirming was useless.

„Well, well, well," Swain started, walking closer to the bed. Katarina gave him a glare of death, disgusted by his presence. „I didn't think such a highly ranked assassin would get captured so easily," he chuckled evily, coughing at the end. „but, I guess you weren't on your guard either."

'Why the hell did he want to capture me, anyway? What the fuck's going on!' she screamed in her head. Confusion and anger painted across her face.

The Noxian commander walked next to Katarina, making her remember that she was naked. She crossed her thighs and tried to flip her hair over her breasts. Her eyes didn't leave him however.

Swain noticed her embarassement and chuckled even more. This made Katarina angrier than ever, as she tried to shake herself loose from the rope, failing, again.

„Ahh, save your strenght," he said between his rough chuckling, „you're gonna need it for later."

Katarina couldn't imagine getting violated by such a filthy old man. The thought however brought even more anger into her mind, but she also started to feel scared. What kind of things would he do to her? He's a transforming monster-bird, and who knows what kind of fantasies he has.

„Don't worry though," he said, with a more serious tone, „it won't be me." He turned to LeBlanc, nodding his head at her. She did the same back, and grinned seductively, making her way out of the room.

What Swain said made Katarina feel slight relief, but the anger and slight fear still remained. Also, she didn't know why Swain would kidnap her in the first place.

„You might be wondering why I captured you," he started, walking around the bed slowly. „and also, why have I been such an annoyance to you. Surely you have noticed the tight scheduele and unforgiving training." He said. The commander knew that she had noticed it all, and was simply playing coy with her.

He made his way to a small table with vine and glasses on it, pouring himself some. Katarina's glance didn't leave him, even though he wasn't facing her anymore.

„From my observations, and from what my troops and watchbirds have noted, the Demacian soldiers have gained rapid strenght lately. Their trainings were made much more strict, their motivation to serve their country stronger and their overall physical appeareance is much more..." he finished pouring his glass, placing the wine back on the table. „intimidating." He finished with an annoyed tone.

„Their motivations must've come from the churches, which we clearly lack of, and their training has rarely consisted of drinking every night." He said with more annoyance. Compared to them, Swain's soldiers were very low at all standards.

„So," he turned his face back to Katarina. „I've come up with a new strategy. I want to make my assassins much stronger, since we have more of them than those Demacians do," he chuckled pityfully, „and thus I started making your training harder."

Katarina got some answers, but she was still more than confused why she was currently tied unto a bed, naked. What did that have to do with her training?

„Oh, but," he walked back to her, sipping from his glass. „you might be curious as of your position right now, right?" he couldn't stop playing with her nerves, it was too fun.

„Well, I've heard that sexual activity is another way to burn fat and gain both physical and mental strenght." He said. His theory was poor, but logical.

„Also," he took another sip. „I've grown sick and tired of all the work I've had, so it's time for some good entertainment, aswell." He grinned. Kat would've torn his throat out if she wasn't tied up.

Swain then stood up and bent down onto her, giving her another grin, „And what would be more entertaining than to watch a maiden lose her virginity." He whispered.

Katarina was gasped, her mind struggling to fight her emotions. She stared wide-eyedly at him, her breathing stopped. 'How the hell did he know? Why the fuck is he doing this!' she screamed in her head. She tried to free herself again, harder than ever, but failing once again.

Swain started to laugh, his demonic-bird-like voice raising up, until he coughed again, turning himself away from Kat, straightening up.

The door opened, and the Deceiver stepped in, holding a chain. She pulled in a naked muscled, brown and long hair man. The man had a blindfold covering his eyes, his hands cuffed infront of him. He had quite a few bruises along his sides and back, which Katarina assumed were done by LeBlanc.

Katarina's eyes widened when she recodnised it was Talon. His breathing was rough and heavy.

'He would've taken the chance to escape by now, if he wasn't beaten up like that... What did that bitch do to him?' the Sinister Blade thought, her mind still panicking. She tried to struggle herself free again, but with no use. It was obvious, they had to do this horrible act.

LeBlanc slowly walked forward, pulling Talon along, who walked toward the way he was pulled. He stopped when he hit the bed, as LeBlanc walked next to Swain, observing the two assassins with grins.

The Deceiver summoned her clone near the door, who closed the it and walked behind the ever-scared and angry Blade's Shadow, pushing him forward and making him step on the bed, kneeling before Katarina, who's emerald eyes were filled with fear.

„Let the show begin." Swain chuckled evily.

To be continued...

Wow I'm such a teaser, aren't I? Sorry again for the cliffhanger, I just wanted to post this as 2.5, since I hate making people wait.

Hope you're ready for the final submission, though. It will be kinky, if you didn't realize it yet, heh.

Thank you for reading, and please review if you feel like sharing your opinion/tips/criticism/cookies!~