Warnings

- Rated M

- Shieda Kayn is a character of League of Legends, which belongs to Riot Games.

- Some descriptions of rape, gore and drugs use.

- KaynxFemale!Reader

- For the sake of facts's chronology on this fanfiction, the reader is a couple of years older than Kayn.

- The original universe (Runeterra) that is allocated.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2 – Second Date (with a cold dish served)

In the next weeks you avoid interaction with him outside of regular training hours, being strict professional as you can. You thought he would pester you about what happened days earlier on the cliff but no, he remained impassive about it. The things that changed are he got stricter than before, moodier, harsher, and almost always angry. Didn't master Zed like the outcome that his favorite acolyte had chosen upon the millennial weapon?

On the training you used a wooden sword as he used a blunted spear. The weapons are supposed to cut and make the opponent bleed (after all you can't have the luxury of render the acolytes useless from wounds inflicted by themselves), but that doesn't meant it didn't hurt. Some hits would land hard on some part of your body because you weren't fast enough to dodge or block. Fortunately the clothes that every acolyte has to wear hid the bruises and welts from other's eyes; unfortunately it didn't sooth the impact of the blows. As the training finishes you would thank and move right away out, not wanting to spend one more second near the young man. You walk briskly, gritting your teeth at any time your body would painfully ache at the blows received at such movement.

However what you hated in the most is that your body is craving for such comfort and warmness in which his body gave to you on that situation, despite your mind vehemently saying that it'll not happen again. At each touch of his, closeness or eyeing of him triggered some sort of feelings that you really didn't want to have.

As far people had told you Shieda Kayn was a Noxian child-soldier at the tender age of ten. Sent in a war that at the time was die on the battlefield or die by the hands of the very soldiers that should be sent those children to the battlefield. Kayn was the last child standing, in which Zed saw on that the kid the hatred and thirst for blood as a wonderful assassin. Collected by the shadow master, the Noxian turned Ionian trained relentlessly with any weapon Zed would put on his hands, until he mastered it. A decade later he became what he's today, feared by almost everyone, even inside the temple.

You related to it a lot, since you were saved by Sylas and had ran away and hid by people which are merciful to your situation, Life would even give you luck enough that, three years earlier you would encounter Yasuo wandering while you walked in solitude through the otherwise eastern unknown land. The wanderer swordsman had saw that your features were far different from people around, fearing that you were a Noxian spy. At the point of his sword and tears streaming down your cheeks you told your situation and struggles, your scrawny and tired self-begging for his mercy. He was merciful, to the point he even taught you how to fight together with the usage of your magic with that unique sword, so alike at the one he possesses as the same time so unlike the ones you have been running from.

It was also with Yasuo that you learned what intimacy truly feels like, the many of yours firsts in this area. After you regained some muscles and curves on your bones you started to realize that your eyes would wander through Yasuo's form far more seconds that deemed necessary, the want to touch his sculpted form making its presence. It was in that moment you realized that you wanted him as a woman desires a man. He was older, experience and probably touch-starved as you were.

The first kiss, the first tongue-kiss, the first presses of lips and tongue running through naked skin, the feel of calloused hands on your skin as your hands would run on his sun tanned one, the feel of mouth, tongue and fingers between your legs as also the feel of a man's arousal for the first time. It was also the first time that you learned how to use your mouth, tongue and hands to please a man, the expressions that the swordsman would openly show you took as feedback of what you were doing.

You also learned that you enjoyed the press of his weight upon you, the hold of his hands your hips as he grinded his erected arousal against a very small spot, located a little above your womanhood, which would at certain point make you see white and scream his name to the heaven. You learned that you enjoyed to hear the masculine moans and grows the male above you emitted, his breathing fanning on your neck and jaw as one moment you would hook your hands on his shoulders and bring him down to you. At the thrill of pleasure your limbs would curl around him and press his body even more against you.

However he never took your virginity, even if you wanted to feel the ultimate pleasure that penetration is by willingly sacrificing the last vestige of innocence you have for the highest of the climax. It was his fingers pressed in certain right spots that made you see the stars.

After this night he never touched you again. And you kept wanting for more, the urges to savor these feelings again, just to let forget a little of the stress and fear you have been dealing with daily. It was on the moment of your suffering that you learned you can bring completion to yourself with your own fingers.

As the time passed the urge to feel another being doing such intimate things passes, knowing deeply in your mind that what you and Yasuo shared was just a simple moment of learning and relieve the loneliness you both felt in your travels. You also realized that staying at the wanderer's side will not bring any forward at your quest. Decided you part ways, he wishing good luck to whatever you are looking for. Now armed with a sword in your hip and with a little more knowledge about you to mix the swordfight with you magic you walks to the only place on Ionia that you could regain more power without restriction of morals and no war; the Order of Shadows.

And now finally you are, inside the temple, finally getting some fruition at what you're questing for. However a hindrance had appeared in form of this young man you have to deal with in the daily basis. You thought it would be little however as you're touch starved and your mind didn't have to think in flee of danger all of the times your eyes would linger a little more on his figure. Kayn is a handsome fella and he probably knows that but his arrogance is what kept you in check and ignore this part of his being. Also the way he`s always jabbing at your flaws made your more feel annoyed by than the otherwise.

These months he`d gone to a mission had been like a relief, you could really concentrate and finally explore the grounds of the temple and outside of it, to the point you found a waterfall in the middle of the forest, hidden by it resides a cave. A nice place of meditation and, if necessary, hiding. So you started to stock items on the cave, things that you might need if you need to keep yourself away from civilization for a few weeks.

But never crossed your mind that upon Kayn`s return the situation would develop at such intimate ways, that you would touch him, kiss him, feel how incredibly warm and comfortable he is. You never thought he would look so damn good under you. Your mind plaguing you with these thoughts made you concentrate less into fighting and in more about how desirable the assassin he is. In the corner of your mind you wonder if you`re desirable enough to make him want you.

Well, in that moment on the cliff he kissed you back and he got aroused. You just don't know for sure if it's because of his raging hormones or because he has some desire upon you. You couldn`t dwell too much into the thought because you`re trying to control your own emotions, He didn't seem to be type that whistle as a pretty woman pass around or charm them with pretty words. Hell, he didn't seem even the type that would look twice to a woman at all. You bet he's the type that people would flock towards him.

Goddamn it, you're thinking about him. Again.

With these thoughts you walk as much as your aching bruises let to your own room, to patch up yourself and possibly hide yourself in some place that anyone will not find you so easily. Like the library, for example.

There is a point, in the deep recesses of the various shelves on the place, you found a dusty corner there. It was the corner with foreign books, the ones about Demacia and in some of them written with the demacian dialect. Since Ionia doesn't have any impending war and threats from this kingdom only the curious ones would venture in these parts. These times you thanks that these governments are in peace, so you can be in peace for a time being. Some books filled with tales kept you entertained until the late hours of the night, which time your stomach would growl in hunger and you reluctantly would move from your peaceful place to the kitchens.

As you fix something to eat, dragging yourself to sit on a very shadowed corner of the dining hall. In your state of tiredness you didn't realize three figures in that room too, observing you. In fact these three figures have been observing you and your habits far longer than just there. In fact they have been observing you since the day Zed had presented you to the assembly of acolytes and saying that you would be Kayn's student.

A few weeks passes, you being totally professional and not wasting more time as necessary near your young teacher, your behavior changing a lot now that you didn't spent most of your time near him. Your heart would beat so fast that you feared he would hear it, your cheek would heat in embarrassment because your body is craving to feel his soft warmness again.

After a heavy day and the stress to keep yourself impassive you hastily take a bath goes directly to your room to sleep, head hitting the pillow and falling in slumber instantly. However, since the days of fleeing you get the habit of being a light sleeper, any pressure or sound would awake you.

It was the movement on your limbs, touches on your body and sounds near you that you woke from slumber.

- "Is she wakening up?"

- "Shit!"

- "Hold her arms."

- "What…?" – You raspy voiced, mind waking up from the fog of sleep until you registered that there's someone else in the room. Adrenaline kicking in at realizing that there's strangers on your room you look around quickly, seeing three male acolytes there. Two holding her arms down against the mattress while the third one was positioned between your legs, hands on your thighs, opening them.

Oh God…

Seriously that these three are doing this?

- "Stop to touching me!" – You snarled, shaking your body wildly to get off their hold. The two on your arms locked their hands on your wrists, putting pressure on the place to the point it started to hurt. You gritted your teeth, not wanting to give the satisfaction of make sounds at their handling.

- "Try to break free, then." – The one between your legs says, the smirk opening even more at the taunting while his hands runs on the inside of your naked thighs, the touching feeling so disgusting that you wanting to punch him in the face. It was on that moment you realized that they had taken off your pants and opened untied the ribbons that hold the lapels of your shirt closed. The shirt itself opened a little bit, showing the space of the very center of your torso.

- "If she is strong enough to break, of course. After all she is nothing without wonder boy near." – The male holding your left wrist talks, his free hand going to your shirt and pushing aside the lapel, uncovering one of your breasts. His hand is big enough to cover the entirety of the flesh, squeezing it hard and making you hiss at the treatment.

- "I still don't believe you're hiding all of this delicious body under so many clothes." – The one holding your right wrist says, pushing the other lapel to side as he reveals the other breast. Then he maneuvers himself so his face is now near your naked flesh, mouth descending to the skin around your nipple and giving bites. The bites are so hard that one point you scream when you feel his teeth breaking your skin. You look at your flesh and see dots of blood coming out from the mark he left there. Then he goes to your nipple, sucking harshly on the peak, the hints of pleasure coming from such sensitive spot he's sucking barely masking the pain you're feeling on your marred flesh. He goes the other one and repeats the same treatment.

- "She cries so beautifully." – The one between your legs says. You feel the rub of fabric against your thighs and after a few seconds a breath fanning over the skin of your inner left thigh. You try to move your legs to kick him but both of his arms curls over your thighs, holding them open and in place. – "So feisty, I like that." – You feel his tongue licking your flesh, disgust spiking as you move yourself even more to break free.

- "Stop to do that." – You scream loudly, now trying to close your thighs on his head and squeeze in a way that you could suffocate him enough to break yourself free.

However he sinks his fingernails your flesh, earning a hiss of pain. – "Stop right now, bitch." – He grabs portions of your flesh and nibbles hard there, finally making some tears fall of your eyes. – "You're letting yourself being manhandled by Shieda so freely, why it would be different from us?" – He makes the same harsh ministrations on your other thigh. – "After all his youth makes him inexperienced, and we have so many experiences that we could share to you." – Those words make a collective laugh come from the three males, chilling your spine to no end.

Suddenly the male which was holding your left wrist releases your breast to grab roughly at your chin and tilt it up, making you face his now approaching face. The male keeping smirking at you until his lips dives into yours. You close tight your jaw, locking your teeth so his disgusting tongue and saliva would not get inside yours. At first it works against his probing tongue however sensing this he starts to bite your lips to the point it starts to bleed. At one moment he bites so hard that you gasp at pain and then his tongue get insides, depositing something on your mouth and then it quickly falling to your throat. You unconsciously swallow, making the men around laugh maliciously.

You started to understand later what that was when you feel your muscles getting lethargic, the grins on their faces enlarging at the desired result it's happening at your resistance. As it happens your mind start panic, thinking in many ways that you could escape however your musculature isn't responding.

In that moment of panic, your eyes look around and see the shadows of the males appearing on the floor, result of the full moon glowing outside. Then you think about Kayn and that he's a shadow magic user too. On your mind you kept speaking his name and begging to the shadows that call him. – 'Please, call Kayn. I need help, please.' – Tears fall non-stop from your eyes, looking pointedly at the darkened projections on the floor. – Kayn, I need your help, please! It hurts, please!'

- "Kayn… Please… Help me…!"

The males laugh at your plea. – "Did you see the bitch calling her owner? Soon enough she'll call our names!"

Kayn! Kayn! Kayn! Kayn! Kayn! Kayn! Kayn! Kayn!

- "KAYN! HELP ME!" – You scream loudly, praying that someone would hear your distress outside the room and stop this mess.

Minutes passes after your pleas, trying to disassociate your mind from the disgusting feeling that your body is feeling. You just don't know how much time had passed until your hear fuzzily a loud sound coming from your right. You slowly turn your head and see the silhouette of the person you're pleading for help.

Everything stops when the three males hear the noise and see the door bursting open, their smirks melting off their faces when sees the familiar figure of the shadow assassin himself on your doorstep. With your heavy eyes you see him observing the situation before his eyes as he slowly enters your room.

In your hazy and painful state, seeing that your only safe line is there make a smile appears on your bleeding lips, your hand raising at his direction. What happens next comes in blurs that you couldn't accompany as you does normally; a rush of wind, screaming and then you're being carried in strong and warm arms. You barely felt being deposited on the cold floor by him, after the young man returns to your room to probably give his punishment.

If there is one thing that is completely forbidden inside the Order is sexual abuse between the members, it berating grave punishments if the assailant is caught doing it or been proved that has done it. Fortunately the shadow assassin live by the rules his own master had made so the three that had almost raped her will not got out of this so easily. The shadows members are far superior beings so they don't need to succumb to the needs of flesh to reach the utmost pleasure.

The cold of the stone clearing a little your mind, in which you realize how embarrassingly you'd asked for Kayn's help to save you from a situation you'd prevented yourself to fall into so many times before. And you curse yourself even more into didn't realize these fellas rounding around you. Probably in the deepest part of your mind it is thinking that you're safer than before inside those walls, that your senses got sharper and then you could escape such situations. However your mind has been so preoccupied of fleeing from the young man's senses that you forgot everything else.

With difficulty and using the wall as support you stand and get away from there, your knees where so shaky and your head lulling with heaviness that you fall to the floor ten steps after you started. You thought in crawling your way until a set of booted feet stops it, your eyes slowly rise until she sees the metal mask and the sharp carmine glow of Master Zed gazing down at you, and wisps of shadows circled around his legs, like faithful pets.

- "Master." – You slowly say, despite the concern and slight fear trespassing on your body at seeing the ruthless man at your front. You move yourself to stand at your knees. Every cut and bruise on your body is burning, the pain almost unbearable however the chemicals that the other acolytes had put inside you still runs on it, making everything slow. – "I'm sorry to disturb your… rest with my own problems." – You felt your consciousness slipping in and out, your torso slowly falling from being hard to maintain yourself steady.

Suddenly you felt a solid mass moving your torso to stay up and still, the touch of it cold, humid and soft. After you felt the mass passing under your thighs, slowly making you float off the ground. Your head rolls forward however you feel the cold and hard touch of Zed armored hand, it raising your chin up so he could get a better look of your face. Your eyes rises to gaze at his mask, the red glow looking like it is gazing at your soul, which makes you quickly break the contact and looks down and close her eyes. She feels his fingers making your head move, after you feel it going to your chest, pulling a little at the lapels of your destroyed shirt, to see clearly the damage that has been done on your body.

- "My master." – You heard your teacher's voice getting closer, a little anxious at their master presence, which got you a bit curious about it. – "My apologies at this commotion had taken you off your rest."

- "The shadows were restless. They told me that had felt the smell of blood and heard screams of despair from one of us." – His fingers had moved your shirt to the original state they were. – "You know very well that they were my eyes and ears on my temple, so I cannot let such distraught happens upon my acolytes." – You felt that cold, humid and soft touch starts to twirl around you, until it covers the entire of your body in a fine layer. Its touch soothing your achiness and almost lulling you to sleep. – "I believe you were the one that stopped it."

- "Yes, master."

- "And yet I feel that they're still alive, Kayn. Why?"

- "I think you have a better way of punishment for breaking one of your rules than just a quick death, my master."

- "Yes, you were right." – You could hear how pleased the Master of Shadows is. – "After all will be your student's responsibility to give the punishment." – You feel a chill run down on your spine. Then you feel the cold touch of his gauntlet circling your earlobe while he pushes your hair to reveal your ear, like a mock caress. – "I'll give her the revenge of this in a silver plate however it will cost to her."

His touches fades away as his voice get deeper. – "Heal your wounds, take rest. After I want you to punish them all in any way you think you'll please me. Take it as test of mine to see if you're truly committed to the Order." – She could hear a chilling chuckle. – "Your training will become harsher. I want my acolytes strong enough to use any means necessary to get out of these type situations."

- "As you wish." – You feel strong arms going under your back and knees, the sensation of floating dissipating as Kayn himself get you bridal style. – "I'll assure that she not fail you, Master."

- "I know you both not." – With that Zed ends the conversation, disappearing out of their sights in a mass of shadows.

Kayn started to walk to the place you assume is the healing chambers, the sensation of being carried and the younger man's warmness sipping on your body is making you slowly get sleepy, which makes you feels like you're slipping of his hold. You groan at it, making the shadow assassin looks at you. – "What is the matter?"

You open a sliver of your eyes. – "I think… I'll fall… any time… soon." – Then you feels your torso been raised up, until your forehead is touching of his jaw and your face bury on his neck. You can feel faintly the smell of the substance that is in the water of the baths, the delicate fragrance so weird on him and yet it felt soothing on your current state. Taking advantage of his kindness your arms slowly circles his neck, fingers entwining into each other to firm your hold. You sigh contently at that.

As you slip in and out of consciousness you feel faintly yourself been moved and deposited in something comfortable, the soothiness of the cloak of shadows disappearing to then change to the biting cold of the room. At your numbness state you feel someone gently moving your limbs and then the sting of the salve touching your wounds. The drug on your system still makes you almost unmovable however you made the best to not let the pain of your wounds been voiced. You had showed weakness enough for a life time for someone you were supposed to despise and be despised of.

You aren't supposed to feel something more than camaraderie towards the black-haired youth and yet his uncharacteristic behavior is making you rethink your opinions about him.

In the next day you wake with your head killing you and after you feel the bruises making everything worse. You groan in pain, moving slowly your limbs until you realize you have been patched up, the salves had made its work by taking out the infection, the bites and cuts less red and less swollen than she thought it would be.

- "You're finally awake." – You heard a feminine voice, and then your head slowly moved to the side, seeing a female with gloves opening a small smile to you. Seconds later you realized that she is the healer of the Order. – "I don't know how an acolytes got get their hands in such potent drug, it kept you in such state for hours." – She took off some of the salves from your body, which you finally saw the extension of damage in some parts. When you saw the bites on the top of one of your breasts the rush of the situation come to you tenfold, making you cringe and feel disgusted at what almost happened to you. – "You got so lucky that the Shieda boy was close enough to save you from this, otherwise…" – She said those words so low however you heard them clearly.

In fact, in the rush of you remembering everything you were indeed very lucky to have Kayn so fast rushing to your rescue. You internally thought that he would not, since he really doesn't care about the people around and he made very clear of that. Maybe it's because you are his student and he learned to have some sense of responsibility over you or because he is just obeying orders of his master, you just didn't know what is true.

- "I'm lucky indeed." – The pain runs through your body as the chemical which was making you numb from it cease its effects. You also felt feverish. You stifle a groan.

- "I think you got an infection, your temperature is rising." – You heard the nurse says, contorting in pain and feverishness. Biting your lips isn't enough to silence your pain so you let a whimper from it. – "Here. Smell this." – The sweet familiar smell invades your nostrils, it slowly relaxing you, making you drowsy. – "It will relieve you from the pain until your body heals from the nastiness of it."

- "Thank you." – You say sluggishly."

"You're welcome." – Then you hear it far away. – "Get well, because you have punishment to take care of it."

…..

Couple days later you wake, from the drifting in and out of consciousness while your body healed, in these days you felt a cold touch on your forehead and neck, it nice in the amidst of the heat corroding on your body. You felt it several times, to them stop when you regained your wake state. The pain is almost gone, which means you can go walk freely, however it didn't make less easy to your now overgrown paranoia and veiled fear. Fear and paranoia to it happens all over again, to know had experienced in flesh and bones what feels to be connected to some sort of way with the prodigal acolyte.

If it happened once it can happen again, and you need to teach a lesson to however feel inclined to think of it. These words permeated in the dark of your thoughts, the last words of master Zed hanging as a promise so you can figuratively and physically make your paranoia and fear reduces with actions.

The fateful day when a pair acolytes appears near you while you enjoyed to lonely lunch on the empty hall, their presence making you quickly release the spoon on the bowl and stands. – "What you both want?"

- "Master seeks the fulfillment of punishment." – The one on her left side says.

- "Everyone is gathered on the courtyard. Go quickly there. He doesn't like to wait." – The one on her right side says, to them they both vanishes in air.

You run to the place in question your heartbeat rises and the anticipation and if your resolution it appease both your teacher and the master of the Order. As you finally reaches there your steps slows, the low whispers quieten as the other acolytes face you, seeing what you'll do. At the center is kneeling the three assailants, bruised and bleeding. At their left side stands Kayn himself, the Blade of Millennia resting on his shoulders, a smug expression plastered on his face however his golden and red eye sharp on her. As she got closer she could see that he had disposed of the top of his outfit, displaying his toned body, some of the muscles contracts as others seems to be relaxed as hold the weight of the scythe on his shoulders like it was nothing. His hair danced on the breeze, dark locks dancing on his skin.

You realize that he was looking at you, probably knowing that you were checking upon him, making him open a twisted smirk at you. Master Zed couldn't see it and as the others that could see could mistake it as the pleasure an assassin can has at seeing a possible killing. But you know very well what this smirk stands for to let you know that he knows you find him attractive in some sort of way. You felt embarrassed and disgusted, the last feeling more prominent at knowing that he feels some sort of sick pleasure at it and you to let it happen.

Fed up from it you finally reach near the assailants space, your gaze breaking from the young man poised at the three men kneeling now at your feet. One of them has with his head low, the other one you could see streams of tears running on his cheeks and the third one held his head high, looking directly at your eyes, it reflecting no remorse or fear from what may come to him.

- "Well, look at what we got here. Kayn's bitch. Wriggling her tail happily at her master. But don't worry, I'm not the only that think like this. Almost everyone thinks that."

You felt your throat constrict at such words, your eyes zeroing at the assailant as you felt rage dominating your thoughts. It was rage that makes you think clearer and sharper and you'll relish on that.

- "Shut your filthy mouth you…" – You heard as felt Kayn moving from his spot and reaching closer the prisoners after the moment the audacious one said those words, his hand smoothly moving the scythe to inflict harm at the prisoner until you moved to stand at his front, your hand poised at his chest, stopping his advances.

- "Zed gave me this specific test to learn and master upon it." – The dual toned gaze directed at you, the sharpness should make you step back a little bit however your veiled rage made you hold your flinch. – "I'm the one to act upon it so step aside."

You saw his jaw visibly tighten, his nostrils flare as his eyes thin at your audacity to stop him. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the movement of his chest making you realize that your hand was still touching him, in which you quickly move it away. – "Very well." – He quickly grabs your descending hand and pushes from his waist your beloved weapon and putting it on your limb. Just now that you realize that he was all of this time he was holding it. You break his hold, a little baffled from it as also his try to defend you. Such thing that you never thought would happen so soon.

As you unsheathe your weapon, the sound of metal running out of the scabbard makes different reactions; one of them starts to cry even harder, the second remains quiet and the third one starts to release little laughs. Your eyes quickly averting to the laughing one, face turning into a sneer. – "Why you laugh? Don't you fear death?"

- "From you?" Hahahaha!" – This time his face turned into a mocking sneer. – "You don't have the guts to do that. Since when you started on this order you've make the maximum to not hurt anyone." – He spit near her feet, some droplets of saliva hitting her boots, making her stomach turns a little. You find this man absolutely disgusting. – "Here is kill or be killed, be the master or be the servant." – His smirk widens. – "But I know you already figured out that, since you've been giving some pussy to the prodigy here, don't you?"

At those words you felt your rage rising up, then mix it with rape attempt, the experience it has been doing to your mind and body and those unwanted feelings you`re having towards your teacher made you see red. Your body moves on its own, your blade as a dark and deadly shadow passing through the assailant`s neck, separating his neck from his body, killing him instantly, for after you shove to the ground the dead body, the head rolling on the floor as the blood spills quickly from its severed neck on the barren floor.

You move your blood soaked sword to the side, with a shove of your wrist quickly cleaning it from the crimson liquid, it fallen in the dirty. – "Well, I think his first question is answered." – Your voice rises, addressing your words to any of the acolytes who are mentally thinking she was another one of Kayn's toys. – "And I bet this questioning wasn't only his, right?" – No one dared to answer you. You dare to look at Zed, thinking that your actions would lead to your death however the Master of Shadows didn't move a muscle. Then your gaze drifts to the prodigy and see that his eyes are piercing you, probably waiting your next move.

As you look to the two remain assailants you see that now the one which was quiet had a look of horror and disbelief at the dead body of his partner in crime, to after look at you completely in rage. – "How dare you, you bitch? He was one of the well-trained soldiers on the order and you just killed him to prove something your point?"

- "One of the most well trained and yet I cleaved him like a mere leaf." – She points her gaze at the raging man. – "You need to revision your standards of strength."

From the sleeve the man quickly emerges a knife, cutting his ropes and then advancing to you. However you moved your well trusted instinct together with your training this time; after so many years of escaping and defending your body moves at its own, digging your sword deeply on his chest, its blade passing through his body, killing him. You see the man spam a little, looking incredulously at you for after falls limp. You take your sword off him, his body falling on the floor with a thud sound. - "Or not, since you didn't live enough for that." – Her voice sounds a little shaky; you never thought you would kill someone unconsciously.

You once again clean your sword with a flick of your wrist, for then kneel in the front of the man which was crying a lot. You make the blade of your beloved weapon touch his chin, the man flinching at the touch. You slowly raised his head until his eyes open, and then you find a shocking pair of vivid green set, like the luscious foliage that has on the trees back in Demacia. It so in contrasts again his dark black mane of hair and pale skin. His eyes are red on the edges of all of the crying, some bruises visibly blooming on his neck and probably going below his clothes, some yellowed ones on his cheeks. He looks so young, probably younger than Kayn. His features have a sort of elegance, an elegance that only that possesses back on your home country. – "Are you demancian?"

- "Please, spare me!" – He says it loudly, deafening your question. He bowls his head at your knees, the utmost plea for his life. Then quickly he raises his head, his eyes like sauces in fear for his life. – "I was forced to participate in all of this; otherwise they would kill me themselves."

- "And you didn't reported this to the high officers, or to Kayn? This whole ordeal would be solved without others been hurt, you included." – One of the expectators questioned.

- "Because of fear. Fear to be judged, to be called weak. Things I'd enough in my homeland and don't want to tolerate that anymore." – Those words are so familiar to you because you felt like this once. The younger man quickly turned to the expectator, a tint of anger appearing on his features. – "You have no idea what I've been suffered on their hands. If you knew you would do the same just to not have your back painted on a target anymore." - He ended his speech in full rage, his eyes flashing. It put the expectator in quiet.

- "What is your name?"

Your questioning make the man quickly change his features into surprise. – "I'm Dale, ma'am."

Then you turned around to Zed's direction. Keeping a fair distance you kneeled on the floor. – "Master Zed, I believe that the punishment that I made today was the task you wanted me to fulfill. Did I fulfill your wishes?"

The shadow master took some moments to answer you, making your heart beat faster as his breathing passed through his mask, making a metallic noise, almost audible in the silence which permeated in the courtyard.

- "Yes, you fulfilled it." – You never thought you would be relaxes at hearing his metallic words. – "This is the type of justice I look for my acolytes." – You see his shadows moving towards you, circling your clothed legs, the cold touch and the pressure still felt through the fabric. Their presence, despite the years, terrifies you; they're deadly as their master. – "I'm raising you from apprentice to acolyte." – You raise your eyes to Zed, jaw gaping until you remember that he didn't allowed you look at him, so you quickly looks to the floor.

- "Thank you, my Master." – You rise but still keep looking to the floor. – "Also I want to ask, if you permit me, I want young Dale here to be my servant."

- "Servant?" – You look back at the young man, your eyebrows raised at his question. – "Didn't you listen what I told you about I've a target painted my back? That anyone from here might kill me?"

- "So what?" – Now one eyebrow is raised your joy of no longer being Kayn's apprentice shattered at those words. – "I've a target painted in my back all of my life and yet I'm fighting to get strong so it can't be a hindrance for me anymore." – You grab his jaw, making the younger one stand on wobbly legs and look directly at your eyes. Like that you realize that he's a little smaller than you. – "You could have changed the course of this situation and yet you decided to use excuses and do nothing to help me." – Dale tries to wriggle away from your hold so then you use both hands, one on the back of his neck and the other one on his waist, bringing him closer while you keep him in place. – "Fight for yourself instead of waiting for others to fight for you. However you didn't want to fight for yourself so now this situation is your consequence; be my servant or die right here, right now. Master Zed will not let you walk away unless you are punished. Your choice."

- "There is a third option." - All of this time Kayn kept himself quiet, seeing how is unfolding the drama at the front of his eyes. You flinch a little, your eyebrows furrowing at his words. – "You can be my servant. I think Master Zed would permit such thing, since my orders are rather… punishing." – You see his eyes running up and down to the man on your hold, tongue sticking out a little as he lick his lips, making you realize the meaning behind this. Your arms move unconsciously as you hug him almost tightly to you, your eyes thinning a little and daring Kayn to move towards the younger male.

You're confused at why you're acting like this; you don't know it is because the younger one is demacian and is in the same situation you were or it's because the prodigy is figuratively eating the other male, thinking all of the dirty things he might do to him.

'It isn't nothing like that.'

- "Who said that?"

- "What?" – You hear the man on your hold question softly.

'Be quiet. Otherwise they'll think you're crazy.'

- 'Who are you?'

'The keeper of your mind, your consciousness. In other words, your shadow.' – You quickly look at your feet and see wisps that looks like smoke twirl from your shadow to then disappear instantly. – 'Do you understand now.'

- 'Okay.' – Your heart speed up, just the most powerful ones in magic could master the art of shadow as your own. You never thought that what cursed you a long time ago could be another part of your strength today. – 'So consciousness, what you mean by what you said earlier?'

'You see, being the dark form of your self it also means to know your deep desires. And by that it means that you're holding this fine specimen of youth and healthiness because you're jealous of what Kayn might be thinking of him.'

- 'You're wrong.'

'Wrong? But it's true. You carnally desire your own teacher, which is also a fine specimen of youth and healthiness. Look at those muscles on display. I could lick his torso all over if the opportunity appears just to hear the noises he could make. Or make fingernail marks on his back, your squeeze plump butt, or bite his neck. Oh, the possibilities.

The mental image that the words are giving are starting to mess with your head, as also the visible line you worked so hard to put between yourself and Kayn. – 'Stop that.'

'Lie to yourself as much as you want. But you can't deny that you want this man naked, above you, his body sliding against yours, his lips near your ear as he moans how good he's feeling as he reach on the deepest recess of your body.'

- 'That is enough. Go away. I'm into an important thing here.'

'Your wish is my command. But know this, you can't lie your desires from yourself. One day that will get to you and you'll have to act upon it, otherwise it will eat you from inside out.'

- 'Okay, just go.'

It felt like a veil was raised from your mind, making you focus back on what is happening. Then you feel the arms on the male on your hold move, both of his hands grabbing a fistful of your clothes at your waist to ground himself, shivering as Kayn slowly gets closer of you both.

- "Enough." – Zed's voice raises a little, making his prodigy stop and getting all of the acolytes attention. – "The final verdict is that Dale will be Kayn's servant." – You hear a faint 'no' being profaned from the person on your arms, Kayn's triumphant smile appearing on his lips as he look predatory at you. – "My prodigy knows how to teach a lesson. And all of you take the events of today as a example of what will happen to the one that break my rules."

- "But, master…"

Zed cut you off. – "And that is my final decision. You're all dismissed." – And with that the Master disappears in a flurry of shadows.

As the gathering as put to an end, you feel the heavy aura behind, which in quick succession you move your arms from the ones that are coming to touch you, gripping them hard. As you look behind you see the shadow assassin smirking. – "You got faster."

- "It eventually happens after being hit for many times. At some point you start to understand how the other works." – You release his hands, sensing them be deposited on your shoulders.

- "I see. I must be more versatile now, since you're catching up on my moves. After all we're kind of in the same level and I must not let my guard down, like you'd unfortunately to." – You look down to the young man at your arms, he is visibly shivering, his eyes big as sauces while looking at the male behind you. – "I hope you learned your lesson, to not let again your guard down." – You feel his hands running slowly, down your back, to your sides until it stops on your waist, finger widening and squeezing your flesh after to untangle Dale's fingers from your clothing. – "Because at this exact you're letting me get so close to you without retaliation."

As Dale's hands are untangled you quickly turn, your hands in a flash as you unsheathe a part of your sword and points the sharp blade against his neck. – "Or perhaps I'm not afraid of you anymore." – His eyes look at the blade and after to your face, in which you make sure you have a smirk plastered on your lips. – "After all you aren't invincible. The scars on your arm are proof that you bleed."

- "I would love to prove that I don't receive scars anymore however I've a servant to order around now." – He quickly snatches your wrist and forced you to close your katana, moving yourself aside so he can look at the younger one. – "You, follow me. I've certain tasks I need you to perform for me." - As you turn around you see that Dale looking defeated at you. Probably he thought of you as his next shield however seeing that it's gone and something worse happened he follows Kayn's retreating form.

As the rush of everything finally settles and your body relaxes your senses get the sharp stench of blood, sweat, and body fluids that the dead bodies had released after death. As the pungent odor hits your nostrils and the rush of everything making you realize what you'd killed two people makes your stomach do terrible summersaults, to the point you rushes to far patch of forest you can find and vomit the entire contents of your lunch on the grass floor.

The horrible feeling on your stomach passes after some time settling down on another part the forest, far from your vomit and recluse from someone finding you, the feeling of anguish on your heart settles. You anguish for what Kayn might be doing with the boy however strangely you don't feel pity for Dale. You kind of feel jealousy in knowing that he might be experience everything your shadow voiced moments earlier. And you don't like it.

In fact you seriously hate it, hating that in fact, in the deep part of your mind you want to have sex with the assassin. Not just for to satiate the desire to feel for how long Kayn might do you, tease you, feel everything of him touching you but also to see at first time how you can make this young man unveil with your touch and moves. As also to feel how caring this young man can be.

You have been thinking for it since that day back on the cliff.

You hate yourself for that. You hate yourself to have a crush and sexual desire towards such despicable fella like him.

TO BE CONTINUED

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