Author's note: I have updated all the chapters before this one, so check them out! A bit has changed, but not too much. I have plans (like, solid ones) for future scenarios and ongoings of this fanfic. Stay in with me for the ride. Thank you, and enjoy!


"Ce bâtard!" The elder daughter screamed in the garage-turned-training room. Her knife had stuck into the target- a bull's eye. Her encounter that first day was painfully obvious now. It was a beautiful Saturday that was going to be enjoyed. And it was, until that afternoon. Everyone on Noxus Avenue knew that the du Couteau family was new to town. But she never expected a house warming by complete strangers.

She had gotten up early to speak with her best friend. Riven was really the only person outside of family that Katarina could trust. Not even an ocean would stop their relationship. The young redhead had almost forgotten the ominous predictive words of her large classmate. The only reason she brought it up was to laugh over it with the other French youth. Their time came to an end, though, when there was a rapping on their front door.

"Katarina! Ouvrisses le porte!" was the call from her father.

"Oui, Papa," was her obedient response. She opened the door, and to the best of her limited ability, asked the people on her doorstep, "Hello, may we help you?"

The family of four in front of her was composed of a broadly smiling woman, the mother, and a more subtle grin on a similar figured male, the father. The other members were two boys, younger than the couple. These were their children. The one in front was about the same size as the father and starting to grow his own facial hair. He seemed bored. The remaining one was larger than the others and wore a smirk as soon as her eyes met him. It was the boy from her French class. Katarina was more than considering to close the door when the woman spoke.

"Hi there! May we come in? We've brought over some passion fruit cheesecake as a welcoming gift..." her voice trailed off as Katarina moved her eyes between her and her larger son. She welcomed them in before going off to find her father.

"Nous avons des invités."


Darius smirked. This afternoon was the spectacle he expected it to be. Katarina's face was priceless. He was caught up in the reminiscence when their was an obnoxious "oi" to interrupt him.

It was his brother. Almost a year apart, the two were still in the same grade. All because Darius was held out to start school. His parents were too protective over the two of them. "What is it, Draven?" his annoyance quite palpable through the question.

"That Katarina chick, yeah? She's gotta nice bod'. Nothing compared to my Sona, but still easy on the eyes. You should get on that before some other chump does."

Darius rolled his eyes. It was the normal Draven word-regurgitation. "Your idiocy is showing again."

Draven just shrugged it off. "I'm just sayin', bro. She's a foreign hottie. I mean, all my friends are dogging over her as it is. There's gonna be a dude who catches her attention and, bam, you missed out the best bang of the year." It wasn't two seconds before Draven felt a large fist in his face.

Darius knew very well that Katarina was fine. He had been looking more towards her since he caught her staring at him. But to think his brother was only worried about how good of a lay she was, he didn't know what came over him. He wasn't usually the valiant knight, that was the softy Crownguard's role. No, he was the bad boy that tempted girls to be a bit wild.

Katarina would hardly need that, though. She had as loud a bark and as hard a bite to compete with him. That thought caused his smirk to return.


Garen sighed as he left his history class. He hated having Professor Zilean's class before gym; it sapped all his energy when he needed it most. Especially now. Coach had let him in on what was the newest "project" in class. Fitness plans with a partner. He groaned, only imagining he'd be paired with someone who wouldn't be able to match with him.

On his way to the gymnasium, he stopped off in the guys' locker room. Garen learned to change before class started. It was a quicker start to whatever they were going to do, and a way to ensure some warm up time. As he walked into the gym, he saw he wasn't the only one who had this idea.

The new girl with the red hair also sat in her workout clothes, stretching. Garen placed down his bag and began to stretch as well. Every so often, he would look at the girl. She wore her hair high, in a ponytail, revealing a large scar on her face. And it was a particularly noticeable scar. It started from just above her left brow, traveled over her eyelid and down her cheek, and ended with a small curl towards the corner of her lips. She turned her gaze to him, and Garen looked away, a blush rising from being caught staring at her.

Luckily, Coach's whistle blew.

"Alright kiddos, gather up!" his loud voice filling the large room. "We're starting a month long project. You're all going to be paired up. Then you and your partner will create a fitness plan centered around a goal. Each period, you will work with each other as a trainer and the customer. You will do this until the end of the month where you will present your plans and goal, and showcase your results." And with that, he began to list off names. Garen only half-listened, waiting to hear his name. "Garen, you're with du Couteau."

While he was trying to figure out who he was paired with, the new girl got up and walked towards him. He didn't notice until she was right in front of him and he was once more staring at a part of her. He assumed that this was a confrontation, and stood. "Look, I'm sorry about before. It was rude to stare at your, uh…" he paused, not sure if he should bring it up. The girl only rolled her eyes.

"My English is not very good," she said, heavily accented and much pauses, probably having to translate in her mind. "I understand, but do not speak well. I will try to plan with you."

Just great. The new girl was a foreigner. He could look forward to a single bad mark in his best class. At that moment, he really wished he had been paired up with Illaoi or Sivir. Well, he'd just have to work with this. "All right. Let's get to working on this…" he trailed, not wanting to call her by her last name, but not knowing her first name.

"Katarina," she supplied. "My goals for this is well-rounded workout."

Garen nodded. She seemed like she was in good shape, so a well-rounded workout routine would probably be the best for them. "Sounds good, then we should have a good amount of cardio. Arm, chest, and leg focus. A bench press-"

"Is stupid and useless. Another way to measure cock. I have more useful technique. I can teach you." Garen stared at her. She began to walk towards the equipment, but turned back. "Are you going to come? We are on military time, now. We can do small portion of an exercise, then discuss. By the end, we'll have worked all muscles," she said, tapping a finger to her temple. Maybe this foreigner wasn't all too bad of a partner.