Author's note: I thought doing a chapter on Darius' point of view on the events of the day would be a nice little addition to the story. (This will be the only time I'll be using a POV chapter in this story, so don't worry too much if you think it was a waste of time)
Darius held Caitlyn close to his chest as he ran through the back alleys of Piltover. She felt so tiny and fragile in his arms. He wasn't sure where he was going exactly; he just needed to get Caitlyn as far away from Jinx as possible. The alley he was currently running through ended beside a main road. He poked his head around the fence at the end of the alley and looked around. There were next to no cars, and almost no one was out. Darius couldn't see anyone who'd be able to help him; mainly because he was Noxian, and, of course, someone would call on the cops for his arrest.
Vi came running towards him from the other end of the street. Darius hadn't noticed her, but she'd obviously noticed him. She came over to him and pulled him to the side.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" she whispered angrily. She was furious, and Darius knew it.
"Well, what did you expect me to do? Just leave her there?" Darius was getting irritated. He had just saved Vi's partner and now she was yelling at him? Some gratitude. "That theatre would've come down on top of her! She could've died!"
Darius stared at Vi waiting for an answer, but none was given. Instead, she looked at him, flabbergasted. Darius took that as an invitation to continue his rant.
"And where were you? She couldn't have taken Jinx on alone, you know that! Even with her quick wits and experience. She'd never have been able to take her. What were you doing?"
"I went home, okay?!" Vi threw her hands up in anger. "Cait told me to go home, and I did. I didn't expect Jinx to turn up, and I was only told about it when it was reported that some bloke came in and carried Caitlyn off." Vi looked at the floor.
"Oh... Well can you help me get her home? I've been running around for a while now and I have no idea where I am," Darius asked.
Vi looked up at him and nodded.
"Of course I can. Follow me," she said and gestured to cross the road.
Darius followed her, still carrying Caitlyn; gently, like she was a baby bird. The two walked for about 20 minutes before the clock tower started to ring.
BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG! BONG!
"It's 8 o'clock already?" Darius asked. Vi nodded.
"Mhm," she replied. "You were walking around in circles for a while. I watched you."
Darius made a face at the back of Vi's head, but made no comment. He suspected she was enjoying his being lost in a city he knew nothing of.
They continued past the clock tower, towards the park. A slight breeze pulled at Vi's hair, and Darius' cape. Darius felt Caitlyn shiver. He looked at her, and she turned onto her side slightly, as one does in one's bed when one is cold. He shouted at Vi to stop for a second so he could wrap Caitlyn in his cape to keep her warm. Darius sat down on one of the many benches scattered around a magnificent marble statue of a woman. He wasn't sure who the woman was, but he was sure that she was very beautiful.
Darius positioned Caitlyn so she was sitting on his knee, but so he was supporting her neck. Vi removed his cape and helped him wrap it around Caitlyn. Once he was happy, Darius repositioned Caitlyn and gestured that he and Vi should keep moving.
They walked for a further ten minutes before Vi stopped outside a large, recently built apartment block. She pulled a key out of her pocket and opened the front door. She let Darius through first, and then led him up the stairs to the 6th floor, where Caitlyn's apartment was. She opened the door, and laid the key round about where Caitlyn's stomach was.
"Don't try anything funny, big guy," Vi said with a smirk. "I'll know about it."
She headed back down the stairs, and Darius closed the apartment door. He looked around at the lush apartment. He was impressed at the style and luxurious feel it had. He walked down the only hallway there was, and opened the first door. The room was lavishly decorated, with a woollen carpet and beautiful ornate furniture. Darius saw himself in the mirror on the vanity table holding his damaged bird. He smirked at himself.
She looks like some freaky burrito, what the fuck?
"I'm quite the hero, aren't I?" he said to his reflection, and chuckled.
I'm such a funny guy!
He moved over to the bed and sat Caitlyn on his knee; her head resting on his shoulder, while he threw the covers to the bottom of the bed. He then laid her down on the mattress and unwrapped her from his cape.
Darius went back to the door and removed his shoes and his armour. He had no clue where to put them, so he just left them by the door. He wondered where his axe was and remembered he'd left it at the theatre.
For fuck's sake!
There was no time to get it now. He would get lost. At least he'd remembered to pick up Caitlyn's shotgun before he left. He felt a pang of guilt throw itself over him, or was it a sadness he'd never experienced? Whatever the feeling, he shook it off before heading back through to Caitlyn's room.
Darius lay down on the other side of the bed, feeling small and vulnerable without his armour. He stayed for a moment, before deciding to go fetch his armour from the door, just to make himself more comfortable.
He started rising from the bed, when Caitlyn's hand grabbed his, and caught him off-guard. Caitlyn opened her eyes, sleepily, and murmured something about wanting Darius to stay with her. He stared at her for a moment. She was so angelic and small when she slept, but an altogether different woman during the day when she worked. He pondered for a moment about whether he should stay or not.
Darius decided to stay and lay back down. He reached out for Caitlyn and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in close to his chest. He grabbed the covers from the foot of the bed and threw them over Caitlyn and himself, wrapping them both in a cocoon of cottons and silks. Caitlyn pressed herself against Darius.
"Thanks for saving me earlier," she whispered. Her voice was so quiet, Darius doubted he'd have heard her if it were busier outside. He smiled.
"It's no problem, really," he whispered back.
"Darius?"
"What is it?"
"I-I have something I want to tell you," Caitlyn whispered as she lifted her head to look into Darius' eyes.
"Hush now, Caitlyn," he replied, putting her hair behind her ear. "Tell me tomorrow."
Darius bent his head and gave Caitlyn a light kiss on her forehead. She nuzzled back into him, and he felt her smile into his chest. He hugged her more tightly now, and made a promise to himself that he would tell her everything in the morning.
The two drifted off to sleep, Darius holding Caitlyn, in his protective embrace, and they slept like that together the whole night.
