And we're back with another installment. This late as well. Hope you guys enjoy. And remember...
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One Year Later
"DAMN IT!"
BANG
Pens and pencils spilled out across the wooden desk, some rolling off. The golden words of DEFEAT were displayed across the screen, a soft glow of red behind it. It wasn't the only thing that was red. However, it wasn't soft. It was angry. Or make that, she was angry.
Fifteen Ruby Rose stared at her screen in disbelief and anger. Her hands were red from past five minutes of slamming. The silver-eyed summoner's hair was a mess, her headset around her neck, and in casual clothing. Yang, who was in the same game, stared at her sister, a little terrified.
"Sis, you need to relax," Yang said calmly, kicking over some pens back to Ruby.
"How can I calm down? First they steal the Elder Dragon from us, then before that we get destroyed by their Lux and Varus on Bot. Oh, and can I mention at the end just as we take the inhibitors, their Udyr and their minions take ours while we're on the other side of the map. Ridiculous!"
Yang was surprised that Ruby could fit all that in one breath. When she played with her sister, it was fun. But when it came to losing, the brunette's reactions can be a bit over the top.
"I swear, Lux's ult's cooldown is too short," Ruby mumbled to herself. "It's like boom damages me, then just when I think I can take her, boom another one. Like what the fuck?"
"Dude, relax. It was only a casual game. It's not like we were playing ranked."
"You out of all of us should know that I treat every game like my rank depends on it. Even if it is casual."
Yang smiled. "Wouldn't that make you kinda toxic?"
"N-no! I try my best to be nice, just like Dad taught us."
"Then try being nice and quit your yelling!" a voice from Ruby and Yang's headphones screamed.
"Oops. Sorry Myr. Forgot you were here."
"I have to agree with Myr. My ears are killing me," a more calmer voice sounded.
"Yeah sorry to you too Gam."
As Yang and Ruby got more and more invested into League, they met two other players who seemed to work well with them. Myr and GamS, as they were known. If they had one more person, Ruby would've called themselves a full fledged team. Though it's been kinda hard not revealing their names while talking, no one really knew each other with the exception of Ruby and Yang.
"If it helps Myr, your Fiora is getting better. Same with your jungling Akali Gam," Ruby tried to lighten the mood.
"I'm glad you noticed," Myr said, an obvious hint of pride in her voice. "Though your Aur Sol on mid might need some work."
"Well excuse me, I just bought him so I have little to no experience with him."
"Just like your Taliyah from a few days back," Yang said grinning. The sisters' monitors showed the home page. The blonde's comment got a few chuckles from Myr and GamS.
"I thought we would never talk about that again."
"Oh look, I'm gonna bring a transforming Gnar closer and 1v1 him," Yang said mockingly.
Ruby threw an empty cup towards her sister. "I said shut up!"
Yang easily dodged the projectile. "Okay, okay. Don't get all worked up about it."
"Crescent, Ember, when do you guys start school?" Gam asked.
"We start tomorrow," Yang said checking the time. "Oh. Nevermind we start school today."
"What do you mean you start today?" Myr asked confused.
"It's 2:30 in the morning. Which means-"
"School starts this morning," Gam finished.
"Oh no way. You start today too?" Yang asked surprised.
"Yeah. Have to start my junior year of high school."
"What a coincidence, I have to start today as a junior as well." Myr said, the tiredness in their voice being very obvious.
"Same here," both sisters said at once.
The four of them never really revealed their personal life, unless it was some problem that prevented them from playing together. They didn't feel comfortable telling about where they lived, where they go, etc. The common life they had was on Summoner's Rift.
"So we'll play tomorrow?" Ruby asked
"Depends. I'll message you if I'm not too busy," Gam responded.
"As will I," Myr responded as well.
"Alrighty then, night folks," Yang said logging out of League.
"Night," three voices said.
The Skype call ended and Ruby and Yang logged off of their computers. As they climbed in their beds they looked at each other.
"Hey Yang?" Ruby asked.
"What's up?" Yang said, hugging a Poro plush.
"Do you ever wonder who Myr and Gam are?"
Yang closed her eyes in deep thought, leaving Ruby in wait for a response. A few seconds passed, until she heard her sister let out a snore.
"Yang!" Ruby whispered harshly.
"Smite!" Yang said out loud, her eyes barely keeping open. "Oh. Not really. I'm sure they're nice people with good lives. Maybe we'll see them one day. I don't know."
Ruby seemed satisfied with her sister's answer.
"Alrighty then. Night Yang."
"Night Ruby."
Blake lifted her head off of her laptop's keyboard. She shook off her headset as she looked at the time. Red numbers glowed "6:45" and was accompanied with the loud blaring. The cat faunus sighed as she got up from her desk.
"Ow ow ow ow," she winced in pain. Her back ached from sleeping hunched over. As much as Crescent was obsessed with League, she was still an interesting player.
She grabbed her attire from her closet, choosing a flannel and some jeans. She placed a beanie over her head to hide her ears. Looking in the mirror, she was satisfied with her look, yet she didn't really care what she wore. As long as it was appropriate.
Her place was mostly empty. Of people that is. Blake's small apartment only had her and shelves of books to accompany her. Her parents had moved to a different area in the city to deal with work, but they still provided her with cash to pay for rent and her necessities.
"I should really clean this place up," Blake said to herself as she scanned the room. Books were stacked everywhere, plastic wrappers from her convenience store dinners, and just untidiness in general. The DING of the toaster interrupted her thoughts. The simple breakfast was out and in her mouth as she walked out the door with her bag.
Munching on the bread in one hand, Blake reached into her bag to take out her notebook. Inside was her notes on her runes and masteries. Mentally moving points around, she confirmed the changes she would make tonight for her Akali jungle. Though her items might need to change for attack speed and health regen. She was new with the playstyle, as mostly running mid was her go to, but the meta called for something else.
As more people and faunus gathered around her, she chose to flow with the crowd until she got to the front doors of Beacon High. She tucked her book away as she walked to her homeroom. Blake took a seat at the back corner of the classroom and brought out her phone. She scrolled to an article and started reading on the lore of Ionia. Blake smiled as she read. The revolts of the people, the martyrdom of Lee Sin, the leadership of Karma. People rising up to fight against the Noxus empire. A revolution wasn't what Blake was looking for, but something about Ionia's fighting was appealing.
Lore of the champions was just that. A story, some background, something to give the game some more feeling to it. Yet Blake found it to be helpful in a way. Or it might just her being the class-proclaimed book worm and the lore of League was just a really big and expansive story.
"What are you reading?" a calm voice asked.
Blake jumped, stuffing her phone away. She looked up and saw her friend, Lie Ren, looking at her confused.
"Ren. Hi. Nothing, just some tips for cleaning. I have to clean my place later."
"I see. If you want, I have a manual on some tips and tricks on the best ways on house care and cleaning."
"Ehhhh, no I'm fine for now. Thanks for the offer," Blake declined. She's seen her friends borrow copies of Ren's manuals. "Manuals? More like encyclopedias."
She reached back into her bag and turned off her phone. She didn't want anyone to know her life in League yet. She'd be more of an outcast then she was with books. For now it had to be kept under wraps. Checking the back of the classroom, the clock pointed to eight twenty-eight. Class was gonna start any moment and Blake was just gonna do the same thing: pay attention, study, pay attention, study, go home, and jungle.
Or at least, that's what she thought.
"Hello everyone my name is Miss Goodwitch. I hope everyone had a good break and-"
The door swung open quickly and a red blur came rushing to a desk as well as a blonde mane of hair rolling out in front of the classroom.
"Nailed it."
Blake stared at the wake up call in front of her. If the alarm and walk didn't wake up, this certainly did. The red blur was panting in her desk and the blonde was smiling at the unimpressed teacher.
"Ahh, Miss Yang Xiao Long. How nice of you and Miss Rose to join us."
"Oh, so you heard of me," the one named Yang said in a cocky tone.
"No, but Taiyang has quite the reputation."
"I see." Yang just sat cross legged at the front. Blake wondered how this girl survived this long. Yet this was the first time the raven haired girl had actually seen the blonde, or at least that they were in the same classroom. Though something about Yang seemed alluring. And it wasn't just the two big reasons that was on the blonde herself.
Goodwitch sighed. "Well Miss Xiao Long, there seems to be an available seat next to Miss Belladonna in the back. So if you would please take your seat, I would like to resume class."
"Will do," Yang said. She strut her way to the back of the class, as if she was a model on the runway. And to Blake, she wouldn't be surprised if she was one. Soon Blake caught herself staring as her new neighbor took her seat and quickly brought her phone back out and continued on Ionia.
Goodwitch went on to explain the beginnings and what she was expecting of the class. "Basically the same shit I've heard before," thought Blake as she tapped the screen to move onto Zaun. "Poor city. Overrun by toxic gas, criminals, and crazed beings. Must be fun living there,"
"Pssst."
Blake ignored the sound from her neighbor.
"Psst. Hey."
The raven haired girl glanced her eyes to the side. The lilac-eyed blonde was resting her head on her fist. Doing her best to ignore her, she focused her attention back to the small screen.
"Whatcha reading?"
Silence.
"Hey, kitty. What's on your phone?"
Blake's golden eye's met lilac as she gave her an angry yet surprised look. "How do you know about me about being a faunus?!"
The blonde's eyes widened. "Oh really? You're a faunus? That's pretty cool."
Blake was even more surprised. She just let the fact slip out of her mouth. "What? No, no, no, no, no. What I mean is… Ugh. Please just pretend like you didn't hear me. And don't talk-"
"Miss Belladonna, Miss Xiao Long. Is there something that's more important than this?" Goodwitch asked, irritated at the two girls in the back.
Blake quickly stuck her phone in her bag and placed it to the side of her desk. "N-n-no ma'am! There's nothing o-of relevance. P-please continue."
Her neighbor nodded her head as both sat straight up. Glynda glared at both of them as she started handing out packets of paper. "Here is your syllabus for the semester. Please sign them, and have them ready for me by tomorrow. Now since you have a short day today and tomorrow, you have break now. You are all free to go."
Right as she said that, three beeps indicated the bell. Blake quickly grabbed her open bag and fast-walked out the door. She rounded the corner and stopped.
"This is a great way to start the school," Blake said to herself. She turned to continue her way down the hall until she bumped shoulders with someone. The other end had white hair in a side ponytail and piercing blue eyes that said, "what the fuck dude?"
"Hey watch where you're going!" the girl demanded.
"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to get somewhere," the faunus said slowly walking backwards.
"So am I and I would appreciate it if you were just considerate of other people's space."
The white haired girl walked away with an "ugh," her heels clicking and echoing through the empty halls until they were filled with bustling students.
"Yup. Great way to start it off. At least I'll get to practice more tonight," she said as she walked through the double library doors. League was almost her life, but her books came first.