Wow... one year of this... (plus two-ish months). You know what that means? Sentimental bullshit. *fanfare*
But really, I wouldda done this two months ago, but you know... parents and computers. (daily reminder that the author is just a teenager living with parents lol.) I really appreceate all of you guys. It's been a fantastic year, and I'm looking forward to sharing this story with you until it either dies or it's finished.
Thank you... to anyone reading this. Readers, Follwers, Reviewers, Favorite-ers, Peekers, Lurkers, even people who are here by mistake. You are all the best. Now I'll stop invalidating the word count and proceed with the reason you're really here.
Enjoy.
His fist was hovering over the door for the third time in the past ten minutes. He didn't want to do this. He was counting on the possibility that he wouldn't be able to find Molly's room, but unfortunately he ran into Syndra, who was more than happy to give him the information he needed after ensuring that Flynt's intentions were good. He was hesitating, pacing in front of the door and trying to come up with what he was going to say for the past eleven minutes.
This time he finally managed to get his knuckles to hit the door. He waited for a few more minutes, and after no answer came from within the room he decided that it was just better to abandon the idea.
Having failed to reconnect with his ex-girlfriend, which wasn't the best of ideas now that he thought about it, Flynt returned to his own room, and spent a large part of the afternoon lazying around in his room alone. During his marathon of nothing, he realized how much time Ahri took out of his daily schedule when he first arrived. Eventually he grew tired of watching whatever the hell was on tv, and left in search of something to do.
Draven's laughter could be heard all through Miss Fortune's bar.
"Draven, it's not funny! This is serious! I don't know what to do man." Jayce paced his head in his hands. "This wasn't part of the plan. I don't even know what the damn plan was supposed to be anymore."
"Bitches, money, more bitches."
"That's the plan?"
Draven nodded while taking a swig of his drink. "You've gotta get rid of her bro."
"What are you talking about?"
"What, is Draven speaking fuckin German? You heard him. Dump her now before shit gets real. Trust Draven, it gets a lot harder to deal with things once shit hits the fan. Then you have to clean up the shit, and shit's everywhere becuse of the fan, and it's real as hell too. It's terrible. Don't ever let the shit get real and then proceed to hit the fan."
"Draven, please start making sense."
"Look man! You asked Draven for help. Draven didn't tell you to ask him for help, even though it's a fantastic idea because Draven knows best. Dump her ass like Vi dumped you: on her ass and for no reason. After that you can proceed to claim your bitches as the only man to have won over the goddess herself. You will make it rain bitches like there's no tomorrow. It will be a fucking monsoon of bitches, you have no idea."
"And you think this is going to work? I'll get these… bitches."
"Does Draven have to draw you a damn picture!? Of course! Don't worry about Ahri, she's been with so many guys it's not even funny, many comedians have seen their careers go belly-up talking about that shit. If she starts crying, she'll get over it in a few days."
Jayce was feeling suddenly uncertain about this entire plan. Shit was already real, hopefully he can stop it from hitting whatever fan is waiting for it.
"I don't like this." It was now Vi's turn to complain about the style of sparring. "Why would I swing this stick when I could just punch people?"
Flynt frowned. "First of all, it's not a stick; it's a practice sword. Secondly, you made me do boxing, it's only fair that you try this out."
After leaving his room, Flynt ran into Vi… again, and after some conversation and a nice walk that led them to the training building, Flynt had decided to turn the tables on Vi and try to teach her some basic swordplay.
Vi pouted. "That doesn't mean I have to like it. How do I even use this."
"You swing it."
"No shit, I mean the right way. I see people like you and Mister Yi doing crazy stuff with these swords. I wanna know how to do that."
"Maybe later, you need to know basics first. Just like how you can't expect me to do flying dive-kicks like Lee Sin, no one's expecting you to become a spinning tornado of death on your first time using a sword."
"I still don't get it, what if I drop the sword? I'll never drop my hands, so why not just stick with that?"
"Yeah, but what if your opponent has a sword?"
"Have you seen my gloves?"
"What if you don't have them?"
"Impossible. I take them with me everywhere." She glanced at the bench where she placed the bag that contained her collapsed gauntlets to prove her point.
"Fine, I'll make you a deal. If you can reach the bench, you don't have to do this."
Vi raised an eyebrow. "No contest."
She dropped the wooden sword on the floor and attempted to run right through Flynt, the only thing between her and the gauntlets. Instead of taking the hit, or stopping her directly, Flynt stepped to the side, and delivered a quick slap to Vi's stomach with his practice sword. Vi stopped short and backed up a little. She looked to Flynt, and he only nodded in the direction of the gauntlets. Vi huffed, and began moving to the left. When she tried to dash to Flynt's right, his sword intercepted. Vi tried to fake him out, but she couldn't do much since even when she did manage to trip Flynt up, he had the advantage of range and still managed to hit her. This continued until Vi grew tired of Flynt mirroring her every move.
"You're impossible," she complained.
"Comon Six, you're better than this," he replied "You know, this would be much easier if you were using your weapon."
Vi finally gave in, and grabbed her weapon from the grass it was dropped in.
The next half hour was dedicated to Flynt holding Vi back while she tried to press past him. Vi learned through her errors and from Flynt's commentary, and she eventually developed a crude style of her own that consisted mostly of offense with powerful strikes.
Halfway through the lesson Flynt gave Vi a sword that fit her style better. It was a wooden greatsword similar to Garen's. Vi had no issues dealing with the heavier weapon since she uses her 2 ton gauntlets on a daily basis.
Despite the new weapon, Vi still couldn't get past Flynt's experience as a swordsman until he finally decided that she'd had enough. She threw a lazy overhead swing at him, and Flynt stepped to the side, letting his block fail.
She reached the bench and dropped her sword back in the grass. "You're too kind."
Flynt shrugged. "I have no idea what you're talking about Six." He gathered both practice swords and began walking back to the training room. The sun was already setting, and Flynt's stomach reminded him that it was empty.
"So now what?" Vi asked after the equipment was properly stored.
"Now... I have no idea," was Flynt's response. "It'll be getting dark soon if it isn't already."
They both stood in the now empty training floor, along with an awkward silence.
Flynt looked up from the floor and ended the silence. "I guess I'll see you around Six."
Vi nodded. "Yeah... one of these days I'm gonna come up with an annoying nickname for you."
"I cant wait." Flynt smiled and turned away. He would be dining alone tonight.
Ahri would describe her relationship with Jayce as more physical than personal, and she wasn't sure why it bothered her so much. Most of her "relationships" with other men were void of any personal connection, and even after joining the League her interactions with other men were often short-lived and based on lust more than anything. She was used to this kind of thing, but these flings never lasted as long as her current one with Jayce. She found herself wondering when these feelings were supposed to happen, or if she would even notice when they did, if they ever did. It was all a bit confusing since she'd never been in this position before.
In short, her relationship was turning out to be a great success compared to her other relationships, but only because she had no experience with a "real" relationship.
At the moment she was sitting across from Jayce enjoying a dinner at the well known restaurant The Nexus. It made her happy that she was sitting across from him enjoying the time they were spending together, or maybe it was the food that was making him happy. Perhaps these were the emotions she was waiting for? If so, than she'd been feeling and missing this for a while now. Even so, she felt like something was missing, something that would probably take more time to develop. She had no idea what she was doing. Hell, this could all be one big mistake and nothing here meant anything, but this has been going on for far too long to be nothing right? If this was nothing, it would have been over already. Unless she was just being used. This was entirely possible, she'd done it to many men before, but why would this have gone on so long? Why not just end it after a week or-
"Ahri."
She looked up from her plate, pulled from her thoughts.
Jayce continued, "Are you alright? You've been poking at your food for a while now."
"I'm fine. Just thinking, that's all."
"About?"
"Us. I was thinking about us."
Jayce coughed in the middle of a bite and cleared his throat. "Yeah…" He wiped his mouth with the napkin and placed it on his plate. "I actually wanted to talk about that…"
It hurt. It didn't really start until she got home. She realized Jayce wasn't behind her, and wouldn't ever be again. She had no idea why it hurt so much. She couldn't sleep. The pain made her cry, but there was no doctor for what was causing it. There was no painkiller for the ache she felt in her chest. She needed to talk to someone before she did something drastic.
The next day Flynt found himself sitting on the bench by his favorite statue. His memory of that day was absent, and he vaguely remembered falling asleep last night. In any case, he was now sitting on the rim of Concrete Urf with many of his friends. Vi was saying something to Ahri, whom he didn't remember making up with, while Zed and Jayce argued over something (Jayce was there only because Ahri was there).Yasuo was speaking directly to Flynt, but he couldn't hear anything clear enough to make out his speech. Flynt glanced around with the feeling that something was wrong, but nothing stood out. He caught sight of Fizz chasing a blurry bundle of orange fur holding a trident and a bone.
His gaze drifted back to Yasuo, who hadn't stopped talking, when he caught a glimpse of something darting across the sky. His previous feeling of dread intensified, and when he turned around he saw himself. It would have been like looking in a mirror if his eyes were as black as the negative aura surrounding him. Flynt backed far enough away to tell that his friends had frozen in place. He was suddenly lifted off the ground and immobilized at the perfect viewing angle.
He was forced to watch as his mirror drew its sword and shattered each champion with a mighty swing. As the mirror approached each champion, cries of protest escaped from Flynt's mouth, and as the last was broken, he fell to the floor. Flynt found himself without a weapon, so he charged straight into himself. His image disappeared in a flash of negativity similar to its aura and Flynt felt the cold metal of his own weapon pierce his chest.
And then everything shattered.
Flynt woke up to a knock on his door. He was breathing heavily and was feeling disoriented. The knock repeated, and in response Flynt groaned and rubbed his eyes. It was too damn late (or early) for anyone to be knocking on his door. He considered ignoring it before the knocking sounded a third time, louder than the previous two.
Flynt sighed and got out of bed. As he was walking to the door, the knocking picked up again, this time it didn't stop until an irritated Flynt opened the door, prepared to yell at whoever was ruining his already restless night. At least he could sleep during his dreams.
Before he could protest, he felt someone shove themselves into him. Ahri's irregular breathing and frequent sniffles told him that he would have to excuse her this time.
"I was under the impression you didn't want to see me," he said before wrapping her in a comforting embrace.
Ahri said nothing, she just stood within Flynt's arms while he walked her inside.
The next few days passed like a blur. He found out from Lito that Molly had gone on to the summoner's school and wouldn't be back for a while. Most of his time was spent with either Yasuo or Vi, whoever was available at the moment. Often times the three of them would go out and do things, and there were also times when Flynt was left to his own devices. Most of his time alone was spent meeting new champions as well as catching up with those he's already met. Fizz was rather happy to see him, as was Teemo, even if the two of them had never really met. Over time he'd started to see Ahri out more and more. It brought a smile to his face to see that she was coping well. Eventually she was back to her old self, hanging out with Flynt and "the gang" on a regular basis.
Yasuo and Flynt finally fought a friendly duel that caused both parties to attend the infirmary shortly afterwards. Neither would claim victory since both would say they learned much from the other. Flynt even adapted his style in reaction to Yasuo cutting the strap that Flynt's scabbard hung from. In response Flynt decided to to constantly carry his scabbard to use as a second weapon or blocking tool. After the duel Flynt opted to have another strap fixed along the length of the sheath so that he could wear his sword against his back outside of combat. This system took far longer for him to arm himself, so he specifically requested that the strap be secured with a snap button so that he could easily pull the sword off his back in the case of an emergency. This change was reflected in Flynt's participation in the League, and the summoners requested new appointments in order to update his avatar. His life soon fell into a regular rhythm as he grew used to daily life at the Institute once more.
So... im in bronze 3 now. Promos were suprisingly good, so I got to skip b4. My buddy says I might skip b2, which would be fantastic. I should play more ranked...
On the subject of updates... yes, they will happen again... starting today. Unless this method of updating fails me. Then I'll just have to find another way.
sosorry83: No problem man, thanks for the words of fantastic-ness.
Disdun: Yo, you're always here man... not that I'm complaining... at all. Umm... well Jayce may or may not get some wort of justice? I mean he won't burn at any stakes but you can bet your bottom that a certian magical alien fugative is involved.
JDSmith1123: Huh... I'm sorry? I know the whole Ahri/Flynt thing is like "meh" at this point, but trust me... they'll become a relevant pairing soon. And then eventually an actually pairing. (finally!)
Kerbal: Well lately they've been getting so much better in that department (like the most recent Bilgewater stuff, fantastic). Maybe it's just because I didn't read some of the old stuff like the Journal of Justice and such. I dunno, I make these statements and then just remember that I'm still kinda new to this game.
Ubiytsa: Ahem. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE. I've also noticed that the motherfuck is not operating at full speed, I've fixed that as per your request.
Foxmarco: You're here a lot too... again, not complaining. Well... I can say that if Ahri and Jayce actually stayed in their relationship long enough (if perhaps Ahri charmed Jayce for a while), this would have been an OC/Vi fanfic.
Guest: I'll try.
I LOVE YOU ALL!
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