A/N: Wow... tenth chapter. I honestly didn't think I'd get this far. All things considered, I'm a pretty lazy guy. All hail the miracles of summer boredom :D With that said, thank you to everyone who reads this. I started writing because it got lonely and a bit creepy with so many stories swirling inside my freakish head and I thought I'd die if I didn't set one free or something. Knowing people read this makes me feel alive... and not alone in the world... thank you...

WTF? JK XD

But actually, thanks and hope you like the plot so far. I know it's a pretty slow story but I never intended this to be a short term project. I'm terrible with drama and suspense and marginally better with comedy but let's see how this ends up.

Eniah dragged himself out of bed looking like shit and feeling just as confused. Fuck... This isn't my bed... or my room... Fuck. Looking around, he saw that the plain brown walls were coated with aluminum, the lustrous metal stenciled with blueprints of what he assumed was an aircraft. The bed was a foot shorter than what he remembered, ending just shy of his ankles. Six inch nails pounded into his head, forcing him to his knees as he tried to sit up. The door opened and a squat, mustached yordle strolled in, barely pausing to jump and punch him across the jaw.

"Well, ya little fuck, had a good night? I had to crash at Teemo's because you passed out in my room, asshole."

"Hey, Corki, good to see you too," he said sheepishly, in no shape to talk back never mind fend off the raging yordle. He gingerly tried to stand once more, barely managing to lock his knees as he led to the bedpost for support. "Calm down, my friend. I honestly don't remember anything about what happened last night. I had dinner with Michael, Nami, Zac, Shyv, and Ali. I left. And I'm blank."

"Of course you don't fucking remember! You took twelve shots of Graggy Ice. Twelve! Fuck, Eniah, even Olaf can't manage that."

"Can you... not yell? Please?" He groaned. "At least tell me how the hell I got in that mess."

Corki chuckled and tossed him a bar of chocolate. "Here. Something sweet always fixes me sooner or later. You were on your way back to the dorm and I stopped you for a drink. Bandle City isn't partial to neither Noxian nor Demacian after all. We had a few drinks, you began telling war stories, and somewhere along the line, Rumble dared you to beat Olaf's record on that Graggy and you, being the universe's supreme achievement of monumental stupidity, accepted."

"Well, fuck. Thanks for letting me bunk here."

"Who the hell said I let you? You just followed me saying some shit like 'I wanna see the metal turkey.'"

"I get it already. I'm sorry, ok? Just let me get sober and I'll get out of your room."

"No time. You have fifteen minutes before your first summoning. Mike told me to let you know."

"What the fuck? You tell me this now?" Eniah got up in panic, trying his best to look semi-presentable.

"He left a note under your door but you were otherwise occupied and I felt like being an ass," grinned Corki.

"Fine, just tell me where I can find wherever I'm supposed to be."

"No need. They'll warp you through."

"Thanks. I owe you, Corki."

Eniah dashed off to the cafeteria, grabbing a breakfast roll and ignoring every greeting sent his way. Doing his best to avoid choking while swallowing as much food as he could manage, he threw some ice water over his head, drawing more than a few disgusted glares from the waitresses and a hearty laugh from Gragas. He hurriedly summoned his kris to his sides as he felt the familiar tug of magic beckoning him through a shimmering dimensional rift.

He landed a bit after his breakfast did, thankful that no one was around to see him throw up. I wouldn't say no one, a voice rang in his thoughts, amplifying the already resounding headache.

Michael? Wh-

I'm in your thoughts, Eniah. I told you about this last night, or did twelve shots of Graggy Ice wipe your memories?

Shut up, I'll be fine, he growled.

Ok, so this is the Proving Grounds. It will be a one on one against a current champion to help you grow accustomed to how these matches work. Your objective is to destroy the enemy nexus, the giant crystal behind two turrets. For now, go to the shopkeeper and grab your items; the shopkeeper interacts with the summoner to prepare the requested runes in exchange for the gold you start with.

Got it. Eniah turned to the shop and received what appeared to be a medallion of a plain long sword and two red orbs. The sword shifted and shattered into a shimmering outline of itself and was absorbed into his body. he felt a sudden surge of strength as the rune took effect.

Feels good doesn't it? You just have to be the last thing that hurt a creep before it falls to get the gold so go and freeze lane.

Got it. Eniah turned towards the nexus and began jogging to catch up to the line of creeps mindlessly marching for battle. He began to hit each creep as it seemed near death, loping off a head here and there only for their limp shells to turn to droplets of mana and disperse into the air. Any idea who I'm going against?

Where's the surprise in telling you?

None, that's the point. It'll keep me alive. He instinctively headed for the brush, positioning himself to pounce at the first opportunity. As soon as he positioned himself in the brush, a thundering bang resounded through the grounds as his vision went white.

"Well, you get to meet the metal turkey, asshole. Time for some sweet revenge for my room."

Fuck, I know that voice.

You don't seem like you just met yesterday.

The Serigal tribe is near Bandle City remember? Corki used to fly mail and trade goods sometimes.

Ah, that explains it. You might not want to call that thing a metal turkey though. He might just kill you.

Isn't that the point?

Truth.

Eniah jumped back further to his turret and waited for his vision to clear. "Can't we just agree to kill these creeps or whatever?" he called.

"No fucking way, kiddo. I owe you one. Besides, I can shoot them fine," Corki smirked. As Eniah moved to kill a creep, he shot small missile, that collided with Geri, shattering and breaking through his magical defenses.

Corki's shells deal some true damage, meaning no shield, mundane or magic, will work. Try not to get hit.

How the hell do I get gold then?

You're going to have to learn to deal with ranged champions sooner or later so consider this practice.

Isn't a flying death machine illegal or something?

Considering he's the only one who can operate it, no. It's considered a unique weapon, just like yours.

Well, fuck me.

He focused his attention back to Corki, sipping on a potion to rejuvenate some of the lesser hurts. Resolving himself to a do or die rush, he dashed forward, parrying Corki's next shell and piercing through the light hextech armor that coated his plane. Before the ace pilot could react, he crossed his blades together, amplifying the striking power behind them, and brought them down onto the left wing. The hextech armor crumpled like foil, collapsing onto Corki's left arm and trapping his hand against the controls. Corki swore and flipped a switch as his craft hopped into the air, loosing a blazing trail of napalm as he retreated. Eniah noticed that Corki had taken a potion too, and a green aura began to slowly mend damages to his craft.

Giving chase, Eniah dashed through the napalm, relying on his last potion and natural magic guard to protect him from the heat. He still took heavy damage but he parried anther shot, lunging forward and howling to a moon that failed to grace the arena. Corki loosed a barrage of machine gun fire, shredding his armor and forcing him back. Eniah unleashed a surge of mana in response, the shockwave much more powerful than the one he'd used against that Demacian soldier. Corki's plane was thrown for a loop, its damaged wing trying to fight the sudden turbulance. Righting himself, Corki immediately shot out the flash grenade he'd used before, briefly blinding Eniah and buying him much needed vision through the brush his quarry had dashed behind.

Focusing most of his remaining mana, he called Freki and Geri to materialize, sending the twin wolves to dash towards Corki. Just as he'd finished channeling, a massive rocket shot out of the metallic mouth of the plane, colliding with Eniah's chest. He felt an incredible searing pain unlike any burn he'd sustained before or since he'd fought Amatel as his flesh roasted, blood boiled, and burnt away to ash in mere seconds. Beyond the unbearable pain, he heard Michael begin a chant that began to stitch his body back together, mending him back at the magical fountain behind his nexus. While in that near comatose state, he heard the disembodied voice of a female announcer declaring that his turret has been destroyed.

Wow you got pretty close. I haven't seen any mele champion take him on so early in the match. Try not to chase through the napalm yeah?

Noted. That shit hurts... he grimaced at the memory. Stopping by the shop, he exchanged his long sword rune for a bilgewater cutlass and a handful of potions.

This time, Eniah fought much more cautiously, failing to rise to Corki's taunts. Once bitten, twice prepared, he warned himself. He simply farmed his creeps with brief surges of mana as he waited to prepare another conjuring.

Finally feeling the familiar surge of power from his two wolves, he hopped back to his second tower as to be undisturbed in his casting. Freki and Geri jumped towards the pilot with a thundering roar, throwing off Corki's aim just enough for the next rocket to whiz by Eniah's head. Each of the two wolves shrouded themselves in an aura sustained by Eniah's mana and tore out a wing, dealing heavy damage to Corki. Eniah covered himself with the same power and straining from the burden on his body, warped himself to the wolves' location, landing with a flurry of blows that tore apart Corki's craft and impaled the yordle on both his blades. With an enraged howl, he swung his blades out and apart, halving his opponent.

Remind me to not make you mad, Mike called.

Can't help it. Last solace is a skill that summons Freki and Geri the way you do to me, except they have a much greater hold on my mind. For the duration, I become just as bloodthirsty.

Understood. I'll call you back to the fountain now. I think we can take our time farming. He won't be so aggressive anymore.

Sure. Tell me more about those missiles he shoots off. They hurt like a bitch.

They fly straight and he can hold up to seven at a time. They only fly straight and when he runs out, he uses a hextech device Heimerdinger made to build new missiles out of mana and materials provided by his summoner.

How the hell is that legal?

Because it takes him a while to build one. If you dodge them he's pretty frail.

I noticed. Alright, will a bloodthirster and static shiv do?

Yes, let's go.

Returning to lane, Eniah felt the extra boost in speed from that rune Michael called a shiv. Corki didn't seem too enthusiastic about trading blows so they calmly farmed.

"So you're a bit like Fiora then, eh?"

"Fiora Laurent? How do you know her?"

"I'm a champion aren't I? She's the bane of every ranged carry like me. Heavy damage, enough armor to shrug off the first few hits range will get you, and an amazing chasing ability. If anything, I'm surprised you know her."

"I don't," Eniah admitted. "I only know her name because Quinn mentioned her. Apparently she's a Demacian noble and quite the bitch," he said, slicing through a larger minion riding a cannon.

Corki laughed as he blew apart Eniah's cannon minion, sending both of them ducking from the flying shrapnel. "Quinn's another ranged carry, though a bit different from me in fighting style, so she'd have plenty of reasons to hate Fiora, especially as they compete from the same city state. I guess it's a bit of a rivalry?"

"Does it matter how many times you die here though?"

C'mon, Eniah, I told you that yesterday, complained Michael. Champions are picked in ranked play and important matches by how well they perform. More kills means more influence in the League.

Alright, alright, I get it. "Why is Fiora a bitch again?" he asked, turning back to Corki.

"Because she acts like one. You'll understand when you meet her, though I'd imagine you have more than just Fiora to watch out for now," he said, chuckling into his mustache. Just as he took the last hit on a creep, he released one of his saved missiles to take down another one he would have missed otherwise.

"Why?"

"Because you're forgetting this is broadcast to anyone who wants to watch. If Fiora, being the vigilant, if a tad bitchy Demacian noble I know she is, happens to be watching this, you just left Quinn on a noose."

"And you?"

"She knows what I call her. It won't matter if I get an earful or two later," he said with a smirk.

"Fuck you. Seriously couldn't tell me this until now?" Eniah hacked at a minion in frustration, sending it sprawling only to have his newly arrived cannon minion take the killing blow.

"Strategy, simple as that."

The match went on in the same manner. They'd kill creeps for the most part until one of them would engage with a missile or a lunge. It ended when, after two runes called infinity edge and phantom dancer, Corki charged forward with his machine gun roaring. His regular attacks got a lot faster, shredding even through the frozen gauntlet that Michael had bought for him with critical strikes that seemed to ring through every part of his body from the impact. Soon after, his nexus exploded in a brilliant flash of blue, signifying his loss.

A/N: Wow that was a long chapter, but I had a lot to write. Expect chapter 11 soon since I seriously felt that this part of the story would be too long to put into one chapter. As always, please feel free to review, praise my awesomeness, or crap on some inaccuracy/poor writing. Mainly praise my awesomeness XD