"Infuriating woman… Very well, I will stay until you are ready to leave." And Leblanc looked triumphant at this but he violently grabbed her wrist. "This is not for you however. If nothing more, this is to prove I am no puppet and am well within my rights to act as a God among you pathetic mortals."

"Fine." She spat back at him. "Come along Emily," Leblanc returned to her small friend. "Let us find your father." Emily happily took Leblanc's hand and they walked away from Malzahar, who was still burning with aggression.

He returned to the Inn that they had taken up residence in and sat at a stool. 'She believes herself to be so… Pompous!' he thought. 'I should've found a more subordinate woman, or… one that was less idealistic, something other than her.'

"Sir?" He heard and sat up, the Bartender stood next to him with a simple look on his face. "Can I get you something?" Malzahar thought the question over for a moment.

"What do you people usually do to distract your mind?"

"Troubles?"

"Indeed."

"Here, try this." And he placed a mug on the bar. Malzahar starred at it a moment and gradually picked it up and took a sip.

"This beverage is… acceptable…"

"See? Alcohol will right all the world's wrongs, so what's eating you friend?"

"I'm not your friend, and that is none of your business."

"Ah, a quiet type, yeah I get a few of those, but I'm not going anywhere if you feel like talking." The Bartender looked down and saw the glass was already fairly empty, which, meant only one thing. "Ah, you are having women troubles right?"

"You are a physic?" Malzahar questioned as the bartender refilled the glass.

"No, just good at patterns, did she leave you or…?"

"No… I wish to be rid of her, but I cannot leave!"

"Ah, yeah I've seen some other guys like this, I'm right there with my wife. You love her, but you hate her at the same time, you just gotta decide if you can or can't live without her though, it's the only way to not make the greatest mistake of your life."

"I believe I already know the answer to this… Thank you bar slave, I will be off now."

"Wait, you have to pay for the drinks,"

"What?" Malzahar asked, genuinely confused.

"You know… Pay? You only had two pints, it's only ten gold."

"I… Do not have any money…"

"Well… That's a problem, what about your woman? She have any cash on her?"

"Perhaps… I would have to find her first," And he made his way to the door and was stopped by a grizzly man. "Of course, how foolish of me, I give you my word I shall return."

"Sorry, but you'll have to stick around until the money comes, we'll send someone out to find your wife." The grizzly man stated. Clearly the man could best Malzahar in a physical contest and this was Leblanc's fault anyhow, he might as well stick around until they found her.

"She is not my wife, but do attempt to find her as soon as possible…"

"What's she look like?"

"A small woman with auburn hair, pale, fair skin and light freckles, last I saw her she was with a little girl."

"What of this one?" Leblanc asked the merchant, pointing to one of the silver chains on display.

"It would go lovely with your eyes, I have an amethyst pendent for an extra three gold."

"Oh… Thank you, but I think I'll pass for today. I may return to buy the chain though."

"Okay, I'll see you then." The merchant smiled and waved as she left. These market districts were incredible, so much life, the streets bustled with chatter, people and goods. Fresh baked goods filled the air, along with several scents that Leblanc couldn't recognize. Not a single shop owner had threatened her life, she noticed several thieves get away, and even more were caught. She was not foolish enough to believe this town was free of corruption, she had read Vayne's biography, but the people didn't live a life of fear and antisocialism. They were free to simply enjoy parts of life, they were free to simply be people. It was how people should live. Back in Noxus, she would always see the worst Rune Terra had to offer, the corrupt, the vile and perverted. It stood to reason that much of humanity was like this, but with the brief two days she'd spent in Demacia, she'd seen more pure hearts than before in her life. It was all so… Different than how she'd pictured Demacia, she'd always thought the people were just as oppressed as Noxians, only Demacian governments did a much better job of keeping their people blind to it.

"Anastasia!" Leblanc perked up. "Anastasia Atkinson?" A man in the center of the market was calling her name.

"Yes? Yes I'm here!" She called and drew his attention. He quickly ran to her and seemed near out of breath, hopefully he wasn't looking for too long…

"Ma'am I regret to inform you that your brother needs your aid."

"Why's that?"

"He is a bit short on cash and cannot pay for his drinks."

"I see… Very well lead me to him." She hastily followed the man through the crowds with a mixture of empathy and laughter at the idea of Malzahar drinking. It was a short way to their Inn, as she had to stay close to Kha'zix, but it was a walk that she would rather skip on.

"Nicholas?" She walked through the door. Malzahar was sitting in a chair close to the door, locked in an arm wrestle with a man twice his size. Leblanc felt her jaw noticeably drop, not only that Malzahar would participate in such an event, but that he would be winning as well.

"No way… No way is that possible!" One of the bar spectators cheered and got very excited. Leblanc simply watched in amusement as Malzahar finished the job and slammed his rival's hand to the table. "He did! He bit Eric!" The same spectator cheered and the bar erupted into a round of applause. She found her way to his side and stood over the table with an amused grin.

"Well done my brother, well done indeed."

"You mock me? Was I not victorious in conquering this man? Should I not be praised?"

"I was just surprised that a 'God among men' would have time for such a small display of skill."

"A God must always prove his prowess, how else would his subjects know to fear him?" Leblanc turned to the cheering crowd, all smiles and laughter as they stared at him.

"That's not fear though," And Malzahar stared in both confusion and awe at the crowd. "Perhaps being loved is a tad better than being feared no?"

"Hey Bard!" The bartender called. "Get off your arse and play us a tune will ya!?" And he threw a bottle at a sleeping man with a lute. It shattered on the wall and startled the sleeping man awake and straight into playing his merry instrument. An accordion began next, and finally a low drum until a full percussion was playing. To the tune, the man Malzahar had just beaten took a stool and began patting his knee.

"Well gather close and listen, a tale of mead for every ear!" He sang to the music and men began dancing with one another. "A storm is brewing on the rift, no need to make an arcane shift." It wasn't long before a man wrapped his arm around Leblanc's waist and pulled her into the merry little time.

"Uh, no that is, quiet alright." She pleaded but the man simply continued to dance and swing her about the inn. Leblanc felt herself spin from one man to another, feeling very uncomfortable all the while, being in the arms of men she barely knew. Then, her spinning stopped and she landed in the arms of a particularly dashing man who began to sway her to the music.

Malzahar continued to watch from where he sat. It was an interesting display, furthermore, she had reminded him why he had brought her along in the first place. To teach people to love the Void, and though he wanted the weak to fear it just as much as the strong, it is preferable that all worship the Void, what does it matter how? He tried to find his disciple among the crowd, but his initial search proved unsuccessful. So, without quiet knowing what he was doing, he walked into the chaos.

Leblanc felt the man release her and spin her into the arms of another man, though she didn't truly see the face in her motion. She felt the man twirl her with one arm and she fell back into his arms. She felt so warm and alive, this was not the type of dancing she was used to… But it was some of the most fun she could recall having. She looked up to the face of whoever was currently swinging with her and her feet firmly planted themselves upon recognition of who it was. "Did I mess up?" Malzahar asked her.

"No… No, I'm just surprised, pleasantly, mind you. Please continue." She smiled at him and they continued to move with the music and with each other.

"Grab a mug and have a chug, 'til you pass out and wake back up! Then have a cask and down it fast…" The chorus rang through as the merriment continued. Both partners were impressed with the other's ability to keep time. As if they had danced this dance before, it felt easy, it felt natural but most of all, it felt good just to be in each other's arms.

Eventually the music died down, the vocalist and the dancing stopped. It was a subtle disperse, but Leblanc and Malzahar returned to where Mal was sitting, and though he wasn't smiling, Leblanc had a good idea he was. Several patrons, drunk and sober, commented on their talent in dancing as they struggled to regain their breath.

"So, how does it feel to be loved by a people?" She asked between huffs.

"They shall tell me when they all feel me 'love'…" After his sentence he seemed to stop and Leblanc gave a coy smile. "That sounded so very childish…" Which sent her into a light laugh.

"You mean dirty dear, there's a significant difference."

"Have you paid for the drinks I consumed prior to this?"

"Oh damn, I forgot, one moment." She reached to her satchel and searched for a moment before growing a worrisome look. "I…" She searched a tad more haste. "…It occurs to me I may have spent the remainder of our coin..."

"On what?" He questioned and Leblanc just looked a little embarrassed.

"Just… A little memento of your time here…" She held a small ring out with a violet gem stone in it. Malzahar starred into its gleam and almost seemed entranced by its shine. "Here," she offered it to him and he hesitantly took it into his hand. He continued to stare as he slid it onto his finger and observed how it looked on his hand.

"I… Appreciate such a thought, not many have thought of me when it comes to gifts."

"Well, don't look too deep into it, consider it a thank you for taking me on as a disciple." And they shared a smile, though were unable to look at each other. "Well, I suppose I should tell the man we cannot pay for our drinks, you stay here."

"I shall be here." He affirmed and watched as she walked away. Malzahar closed his eyes for a moment and let his head fall back onto the chair's headrest. He felt his consciousness fade as he sat with his eyes close and his mind began painting a picture.

'A vision?' he thought. 'I haven't had one in such a long time…' The scene was fuzzy at first, just a blur of colors. But as he focused, two shapes formed into humans, furniture started to form around them. One was a woman, the other a man, he was poorly clothed, and she even less so but covered her figure with two different dresses.

"Which do you like better?" She asked to him.

"You look ravishing in anything Love," He responded with a warm smile. Malzahar could see their faces, but did not know either of them, it was rare that he could see the future of people he had never met.

"Oh come now, you must have a preference, I want you to be proud that I am your woman now."

"There isn't a plane of existence where I am not proud you are my woman." Malzahar rolled his eyes at the tacky comment. The two were sickeningly in love, and it almost hurt to watch but his visions were difficult to manipulate, so he kept watching. "But I will choose the blue one to appease you."

"Blue it is," She smiled and lovingly kissed him. Malzahar felt his consciousness fade out of the vision and back into reality, slightly more disgusted than previously.

"Nicholas!" He heard Leblanc's disguised voice and looked up to see her waving him over to the bar. "Come over," And he obeyed.

"What is it?" He asked as he approached her and the bartender.

"We've reached an impasse," Was all she offered him and he looked to the bartender, confused.

"See, you two ain't got any coin, and I am in need of a new bar waitress." Malzahar felt his smile curl at where this was going. "So I thought, why not work here? You have to pay for the room you're staying in as well, don't you know?"

"And I said that's the most degrading thing I could possibly do,"

"Ana, as your brother and master, I order to take this job." He said with his usual firm voice, but Leblanc saw something different about when he said it, he wore a smile, as if he was joking with her.

"Perfect!" The bartender cried. "But that'll only cover the room, if you want to buy food, you're gonna have to work too big guy." And Malzahar's smile quickly dissipated but Leblanc quickly formed one. "I'm in need of a new store hand, I'm too old to be lifting these barrels of ale, I'd pay you both for your work, and you'll get every seventh day off." Malzahar thought this over; could Kha'zix truly be injured for much longer? He hoped not, but swallowed his pride and looked at the elderly bartender.

"Very well, when do we start?"

That's all for now, I'm really, really worried I took them too far out of character with the whole dancing thing... So I need your reviews! Please. I want this story to say "Hey! Shipping Malzahar and Leblanc is a very respectable practice and you should sit down." So... Yeah, reviews and stuff I'll see you guys later.