A/N: I'm glad to see some people are interested in the story! By the way, if you were wondering, I'm a total noob at League who can only use ranged champions as she is much too afraid to dive in and YOLO like an Akali or LeBlanc, who are ridiculously overpowered with their retarded burst damage. I am practicing support and mid, because I like midlaners and being a support, though worrying at times, is rather fun. At the time of writing, my summoner level is 10, which tells you how green I am as I'm still playing AI.

To StattStatt, as always, I am delighted to hear from you! That "Who needs a map?" fellow is Ezreal, by the way, a very annoying ADC (Attack Damage Carry) with an Ultimate that can snipe enemies across the map, one of my brother's favorite champions (He plays mainly mid / ADC , and when he plays Akali, he's too Akali to die). About not making you cry soon… I'm not so sure about that…

To GoG Toxic, I didn't want to write a non-AU as the lores are pretty in-depth so it gives me less room to maneuver (I mean, Ashe is Queen of Freljord and Katarina's a Noxian "noble", it's pretty much impossible for them to have any happy ending in Runeterra), and I don't want to play with the lores because I love them. If you don't mind the pairing Lux x Riven, I am hoping to create a non-AU fic for them... The 'flashback/forward/across dimension thing' has its place in the story, and I hope when it all unfolds, you will not be disappointed.

To remvis, please enjoy this chapter, and thank you for the encouragement!

To Truna, IKR Kat and Ashe are just meant to be together! Screw Tryndamere, that ugly barbarian doesn't deserve Ashe! Thanks for the encouragement and compliment, I will try my best to make this a story you will enjoy!

To Trinity, isn't Katarina always amazing and badass? If you feed her, she can make a pentakill by herself! (No kidding, I've witnessed that happen. Swain fed her so much, she had more than half the enemy team's kills (like 20), and all five members of my brother's team jumped her. She killed all five of them but got low enough for Vayne's Ignite to take her down with them.)

To Pikachux3, I'm glad that you liked this story! I hope that this chapter will be satisfactory!

To BluberryJam, I hope this chapter meets you expectations!

Haruka

Katarina's POV

My motorcycle skids with a loud screech into the school parking lot yet again, making the students in the immediate area flinch and cringe, but they are much too frightened of me to even direct a dirty glare in my general direction. The principal sighs and makes no comment about my grand entrance, probably aware that she should be grateful for the fact that I have bothered come to school on time, and allows me to bypass the metal detector simply because I carry no visible weaponry on my person. Civilians, they are much too gullible for their own good, it is no wonder Noxus can carry out multiple illegal activities right under their noses. What self-respecting assassin would give up so quickly, so easily?

Slipping into the crowd, I easily arrive at the entrance to Class 2-7, seeking a delinquent to interrogate about the white haired girl in my class. Sure, these punks are academically challenged and surprisingly unintelligent at times, but if you are seeking private information about others, these kids usually know more than the school's gossip queen. Another plus is that their information is accurate 95% of the time, whereas the same cannot be said for gossip, which might have started out as the truth but ended up mutated into a horrible lie somewhere along the way. Why would delinquents bother to know so much about others, one might wonder? Well, harassing a person with connections will be quite an unpleasant experience, so knowing who to steer away from is one of the reasons. Another is that there are a number of rich, weak kids one could easily make much money off without trouble, so knowing who they are and monopolizing them before the others works to one's benefit.

That Gawain bastard from before has not arrived yet, but I recognize among the group of boys present in the classroom a few members of his posse, and I decide to take one of them to interrogate. I dart in and grab the nearest one, pulling him into a darker, quieter part of the hallway and pinning him against the wall before he can react. The moment his tiny, delinquent brain can process what has occurred, he protests, struggling feebly, "What the shit do you think you're doing, punk? Oh f**k…" Recognition flickers in his dark eyes, and he begins apologizing repeatedly while trembling like a goddamn cornered puppy, begging me not to hurt him or call Noxus on him.

"Look, bastard, if you want to live, I just need you to answer some questions," I hiss into the boy's ear, and he nods silently to show his understanding and consent, "What do you know about the white haired girl in 2-1? I want everything, down to her favorite underwear color."

Confusion flickers across the punk's features as he begins to think, you can practically hear the rusty gears turning in his barely used head, "Ah! You must be talking about Lady Ashe!" I furrow my eyebrows immediately, to have a delinquent, known for being disrespectful and downright unpleasant, call you Lady without sarcasm, that is no easy feat; who exactly is this girl and why does she have the respect of punks?

After a brief pause due to the slow processing speed of his brain, the boy speaks, "Her full name is Ashe Avarosa Freljord, she is the heiress to the prestigious Freljord family, and her parents have unofficially engaged her to Tryndamere Gelid, heir to another stick-up-the-ass old family, since the day she was born. He has anger management issues, though, and has treated her rather cruelly, beating her up and shit. Her parents illegally chose her genes before she was born to give her white hair, though she has never shown any resentment for being designed like that. Uhm, personality-wise she is calm and collected, always polite and never shows any emotions, she's your perfect ice princess, and she practically commands respect. She's in the Archery Club and has been shooting since she could hold a bow, which is like… four or something. Some people say she can hit five birds with one arrow, and they call her the Frost Archer, for obvious reasons. And, uhm, her favorite underwear color… I don't know, man, sorry. We may be punks, but we've got too much respect for Lady Ashe to infringe her privacy to that extent. That heiress, she doesn't let anything get on her nerves, and she treats everyone the same, unlike the stereotypical spoiled princess type."

"I was kidding about that last part," I growl, carefully archiving the information I have received about the white haired girl, Ashe. Her name sounds almost painfully familiar, as does her surname, Freljord; they bring to my mind images of a pale, cold hand in my own and of an unforgiving, merciless ice-swept tundra respectively. The name Tryndamere makes me think of an armored barbarian dragging behind him a monstrous sword, though I am not sure why, and I dislike him instantly. Somewhere deep inside me, something screams at me to find this Tryndamere Gelid fellow and behead him, claim his blood for the glory of Noxus. Releasing the boy, I shove him into the wall hard enough to leave him a bruise before heading on my way, the Freljord heiress' name echoing repeatedly in my head.

Ashe Avarosa Freljord… Ashe Avarosa Freljord… Queen Ashe of Freljord, descendant of Avarosa… What in the world…? Shaking my head internally to clear it of strange thoughts, I head to class and slump myself in my seat, watching the nerds around me studying quietly by themselves as they await the goddamn bell's dooming verdict. The Freljord heiress is among them, the cowl still drawn up over her head, alabaster hands resting gently upon the sides of an open book. Her ice blue bow lies elegantly by her side, shimmering as if it were really made of ice, the intricate designs upon it glinting with every change of lighting caused by the waving leaves outside the window.

The delinquents in this school actually harbor respect for someone who isn't one of them, that is rather surprising. I wonder why, is it because she is an heiress perfectly capable of defending herself (you'd expect rich girls to be b*tchy damsels in distress), an heiress who does not act as if she were Queen of the goddamn world?

The shrill ringing of the bell drags me from my thoughts, signaling the start of the dreaded school day. The first period is Mathematics, and the fifty-question assignment given to us yesterday is due to be collected. Around me, the nerds obediently hand up their unbelievably thick stacks of work, some of it rather messily scrawled by the final page and most of it half-heartedly completed. Flipping through the stacks as she traverses down the rows, the sadistic Mathematics teacher announces loudly, "All of you should take a lesson from Ashe, her work is perfectly and neatly done from start to finish, and you can practically see the effort she put into it, unlike all you guys' half-hearted attempts." She raises the stack in the air and flips through the pages for the class to see for themselves; each page is printed in a neat hand that does not falter even to the very end.

The Freljord heiress receives the damn b*tch's praise with a minute nod of the head, every feature perfectly neutral as if the teacher's praise meant absolutely nothing to her. Some of the nerds are muttering grumpily about how she must have no life at all if she has the time to dedicate herself to such pointless work, and to my surprise, the Freljord heiress does not even bother to acknowledge these mumblings. If I were her, I would have pounded them into the ground for such an insult; but then, if I were her, I would have never done any of that work in the first place.

"Miss Du Couteau, where is your homework?" the teacher has arrived at the very back of the classroom and stands before my desk, one hand expectantly outstretched. I choose to spit contemptuously into it, making her withdraw in disgust and rebuke me in an unpleasant, shrill voice, "You are in our school and we expect you to follow our rules, which includes respecting your teachers and handing up assignments punctually!"

"As that bald old dude learned, so will you. My respect has to be earned," I respond casually, leaning back against the chair and propping my feet on the desk, "And I had a far more… important assignment to attend to yesterday." Grinning threateningly, I ask the nervous-looking teacher, emerald eyes boring into her frightened brown, "Did you read the papers this morning?"

She gulps and nods, backing away like a frightened rabbit taking steps toward her warren, her voice cracking as she asks, "Y-you were part of that team…?" Her body is trembling with fear, her skin having paled to an unhealthy fish belly white and her knees starting to fold beneath her. My classmates all turn to stare at me with wide eyes, scared shitless, save for the Freljord heiress who keeps her eyes on the book in her hands, unaffected and unbothered. Stammering, the teacher continues, "Y-you… you r-robbed the… the National Bank and… and k-killed seven p-police officers?"

Shrugging, I respond casually, taking the sharpened metal ruler from my pocket and examining its edge lazily, "I thought we took out a full dozen of 'em. It seems like I have to pay some visits to the hospital later." Maybe I'll send some of the boys instead; Talon hasn't seen much blood on his blades lately. Though, killing incapacitated police officers lulled to sleep by a mixture of drugs and a false sense of security will not be any fun, and he might not be too satisfied by it. Oh well, at least he's still getting to spill blood for Noxus.

"What for?" the teacher chokes out; evidently terrified of hearing the answer she expects I will give. Her eyes are filled with a mixture of fear and anger; it seems that she harbors no liking for "gangsters" such as me and the other members of Noxus. Maybe we've harmed one of her loved ones before, or killed a couple of them, Noxus has spilled so much blood that we cannot even hope to keep track of who it belongs to, let alone who shares it.

I raise an eyebrow and reply, tossing the ruler up toward the ceiling where it digs itself into the plaster and sticks fast, "What do you expect? I'm bringing them f**king flowers and fruit baskets." The message gets across clearly, evident from the pale and waxy look of her skin as she begins to perspire uncomfortably, and she gulps audibly while taking a few steps away from me.

For the rest of the lesson, she does not bother me, and I doubt she ever will again. Now that she, the shy English Literature teacher and that old fart who teaches History have chosen to give up and roll over like frightened puppies, I only have five more teachers to scare before playing hooky and attending class becomes basically the same thing. There are Physics, Chemistry, Biology, English and French left. Soon enough, they'll be begging to have me transferred out anywhere, as long as I'm not here.

I wonder… will I be able to break my record for the shortest time spent at a single educational institution this time? At the moment it is six days, obtained by gutting half the school's delinquents on day one (a number of them died from their injuries) and knifing the school cat when it bothered me the next day. The police really wanted to slap me around the wrist there and have me locked up for life or hanged, but a large number of armed members of Noxus made some… convincing appearances in crowded public places, around police stations, police officers' homes and near their family members, allowing me to escape with a three month stint at good old juvy. I do not mind if the authorities kill me as I have already named a backup successor who will lead Noxus in my place if necessary, and if they do kill me, they'll be unleashing a wave of terror upon the world as Noxus will definitely claim millions of lives in the name of vengeance. The trade-off is simply not worth it, one life for millions. The poor cops, they're as helpless and harmless as goddamn rabbits.

When lunch swings around, I head to the same tree I was on yesterday, the black cat from before hissing angrily before fleeing at the mere sight of me, I guess somebody holds grudges. Leaning back against the old tree's broad trunk, gazing up at the patches of sky shining through the leaves, I find myself wishing for that voice I heard yesterday to come back just so that I can feel that warmth in my hollow chest again, so that I can bask in the buttery light of those memories again.

What the shit is wrong with you, Du Couteau? When were you such a f**king pansy, pining for some warm, fluttery feeling like a weak, empty-headed girl? You are stronger than that; you have to be stronger than that! You're the f**king heiress to Noxus, you can't show any weakness!

Dammit, I'm in the mood to kick a puppy or something… Do they have a supply of small animals around here, maybe a pet shop or an animal shelter, anything along those lines? Hmm, maybe I could find that goddamn cat, one of them punks from 2-7 isn't bad either… Or I could pick on Darius again; blackmail him for watching My Little Pony in his free time and sleeping with some blue pony plush toy which he calls "Rainbow Dash" or something... What should I get from him this time? I have enough money thanks to my cut from yesterday's heist, so I guess I'll get him to act as my punching bag?

Grinning wickedly, I pull out my phone from my pocket and send a text to good old Dar-Dar, cracking my knuckles in anticipation…

-After Class-

Instead of receiving yet another detention for my "absolutely atrocious and appalling" behavior, the principal has decided that I am to be assigned a "buddy" who will watch over me, tutor me and attempt to sway me to the good side. The moment she announces this, the teacher in charge of Class 2-1 pales and informs her that every student is pretty much terrified of me, and not a single one of them will agree to be my "buddy" (she said the word as if it were cancer or something). If they are forced into it, they are likely to complain to their parents, and the school might be in some trouble. Hence, this rather risky plot cannot possibly work out.

Smiling mysteriously, the principal replies that there is one person who is not afraid of me, and in fact, this person has already agreed to lend the school and county a helping hand in "taming the beast". The teacher-in-charge looks dumbstruck, unable to believe that there is a nerd brave enough (or stupid enough) to agree to such a life-threatening plan.

"Are you sure this person is a nerd? Whoever it is just made the most stupid decision of their life," I comment in a bored tone, looking up from the plastic desk in which I have gouged the symbol of Noxus clear through the tabletop with a pen. The principal directs me a disapproving glance and signals to the door, politely requesting this mysterious, gutsy idiot to enter the room. The door obediently swings open, and a familiar figure glides elegantly through it, nearly making my heart stop in my chest.

It is her.

Ashe Avarosa Freljord.

Figures. How damn cliché, the very girl whom I am mildly interested in turns out to be the one attempting to "convert" me to the side that obeys the goddamn law. Will this turn into one of those romance novels I used to mock Cassiopeia for reading, the ones that have the main female meet some hunky dude who changes her entire life (just that this time, the hunky dude turns out to be a petite and beautiful girl)?

The mere thought of my younger sister makes my heart clench in my chest, and I quickly steer my thoughts to some less painful territory, regarding the ice princess with cool eyes as she approaches me with calm, steady steps, no emotions flickering over her flawless features and ice blue eyes. Her bow is slung over her shoulder, a quiver bristling with arrows hanging right next to it, but her presence is not at all threatening. The weapons are simply there to tell the world, I have the ability to protect myself, don't think for a moment that I'll go down without a fight. How intriguing…

"Ashe needs experience in dealing with all kinds of people for her future," the principal explains, "Hence, her family is willing to take the risk of having her watch over you, Miss Du Couteau. However, it will be appreciated if you not harm her." The teacher-in-charge is giving both of them a what the f**k are you thinking are you f**king crazy look, her entire body trembling and she looks as if she has just seen a goddamn ghost. Neither of them pays her any attention, the Freljord heiress' calm and serene exterior remaining perfectly unaffected by the nervous tension about her.

I shrug noncommittally in response, my eyes drifting over to the strangely familiar Freljord heiress, who has her cowl up as usual, "No promises." Before the principal can say anything, I add, "The Frost Archer should be able to take care of herself, anyway."

"Against the Sinister Blade, we are not so sure," the teacher-in-charge responds, her gaze filled with worry and uncertainty and suspicion. Turning to the principal, she says, "M'am, we really should think this through-"

The heiress raises a hand in a gesture for her to stop talking, and the teacher shuts up immediately like some obedient puppy. Looking straight at me, those startlingly clear ice blue eyes fixed upon my emerald green, she says softly, calmly, "I have made my decision, and I hope you will cooperate with me, Sinister Blade." I recognize her voice instantly, it is that of the girl whom my heart wants me to seek, the girl whom in my… memories?… teased me like a lover.

"Where would the fun be if I did, Frost Archer?" I reply with a smirk, a little shiver of excitement running through me when the Freljord heiress does not back down in the slightest, not at all intimidated by what many would take as a threat coming from me. This is going to be very interesting; I wonder which one of us will give way first…

A/N: Should I continue?

Haruka