Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own any of the properties within League of Legends. This was my first take on Fanfiction. Copied and pasted it from my old Amino account, while editing out some stuff, fixing spelling and grammar. Also, this is a experimental Chapter, hence the "Chapter 0", so it might be a one shot. Hope you guys enjoy!
"Flux" : Talking
'Flux' : Thinking
Flux: inhuman Voice


On the brightest and most beautiful of days, the advanced and beautiful city of Durandal is shinning with hope and joy, being protected by heroes of all shapes and sizes. From the lowest of crooks to the most evil of villians, the city is safe from their clutches with the help of Durandal's most prestigious academy: Durandal God-Weapon Academy! Filled with inspiring youth that would be the future heroes of tomorrow, Durandal God-Weapon Academy trains to make their students the best heroes of any situation, especially four of these young aspiring students, who famed for their abilities and skills to be the best the academy has to offer. From the Smart and Innovative Jayce, Class president of the Luminary Club, to the Dangerous and Daring Katarina, the deadliest student of the Assassin club, then to the Bubbly and Happy Lux, Upcoming Star of the Sorcery club, and, finally, the Robust and Energetic Ezreal, Newcomer of the Ragtag Battle club. Each of these students are to go far in life of being a hero, nay, EVERY student in the academy has a bright future ahead of being a hero...except one.

"...Wait...this isn't Shikata High..."

Outside the academy, a young lad of asian descent, is standing infront of the entrance, carrying a bagpack and a stroller, holding a map on his left hand and a his phone on the other, looking around, confused.

"...Uhhh, maybe i got the map wrong? Wait, i followed it right...i think."

The boy stared at the map again and mumbled, looking up to see any sign of Shikata High, but with no success of any confirmation on his current predicament. With a heavy sigh, he entered the school in search for answers. As he entered, he instantly knew something was wrong. The students(if you can call them that) are in uniform far from his own. Very stylish and flashy, each uniform seemed to have a special quirk to them, separating each of them eachother, and making them unique from an extra jacket hanging on one's shoulders to a sleeveless suit and a pair of biker gloves. Although, the each design seems to have a common trait, signaling that they are all the same uniform, just customized.

'Whats wrong with her hair?!'

Yusha shakes his head to clear out the confusion. Then, finally, he saw the weapons.

'Cosplay?'

Glowing with some kind of pulsating energy, the weapons on the students look like some futuristic weapon that's straight out of an anime. The confused boy's open mouth and wide eyed stare soon gathered attention from the students and was ignored after, all thinking that the boy must be a freshman at awe. With a twitching eye, the boy continued on standing at the spot and looking around him, then a metallic thump and then blunt pain soon impacted his head as he kneeled down and groaned in pain, a feminine huff and a shift of clothes is heard behind him. Standing up and turning his head around in anger, the boy said:

"Hey! What's you're proble-"

In his view, a beautiful red haired girl is glaring at him with the ferocity of a tiger. Her entire attire looked like a hot rebel, having a noticeable scar over her left eye, a black jacket with red accents worn till the elbows, a buttoned up, sleeveless white blouse with a small necktie, a small patterned skirt with purple and black stripes, and then thigh high boots. Despite being really hot, her glare turned him off immediately. If looks could kill, he would just be a puddle of blood. Danger was the first thing that came up Yusha's mind, especially seeing that she also has her own set of weapons: Big glowing red knives, one on her hip and the other on her left hand, probably the one used to bump his head.

"You're in the way, freshman. Move out of the way before i cut you open."

Her voice was threatening and menacing, enough that the boy actually believed that she will actually cut him up. Freezing up, he tried to move, but fear overtook the teen's body and just stood there, his face growing more stone-faced, almost imitating a statue. The students that were around the scene immediately dispersed, knowing what the red haired assassin is capable of doing. Her right brow raises in curiosity and then a savage smile spreads on her mouth. The red head pulls out her second dagger, raising up her blades up in stance, ready to fight. He stared at the blade that's closing on his head, fast. His fight or flight responses kicking in and fearing for his life, he kneeled to the ground and squealed:

"I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

Pausing mid swing, the girl stared at the prone figure of the boy with wide eyed confusion...and then disgust.

"Tsk. And I thought I would have something to sink my knives in this morning. Disappointing."

Looking down at him, rolled her eyes.

"Weak and cowardly people like you are not worthy to enroll to this academy." She growled.

Sheathing both blades, she walked pass the kneeling figure as she heads straight, turning her head abit, she tells the boy:

"Begone and never come back."

She continues on her way as the teen boy shakily raises up his head, his face twitching in fear as his eyes are covered in unshed tears.

'Why? Why me? I thought i was really gonna die. I just entered school. Shikata's bullies are worse than my old school...'

Sniffing, the teen stood up, his knees shaking, trying to walked back out to the entrance. Along the way, the academy's bell rang and the gate slowly closes in as he stopped for a second and thought:

'Wait...Academy?'

Just as he was thinking that, a loud and deep voice called out to him.

"FRESHMAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AND SQUADILING?! GET TO THE ARENA AND GET READY FOR THE INITIATION!"

A big man with glasses stomped towards his location, his aura was like a grizzled old soldier, annoyed and always grumpy. His attire, like the people he has seen, is flashy with a drop of class, especially with his glasses. Probably a professor. Carrying some kind of big futuristic gun, he puts it on his shoulder as he sneers at the shaking teenager. Yusha, tensing at his sneer, tries talking his way out if this crazy school.

"Bu-but, i-im not a-"

but his stuttering words were barely comprehensible, so the professor grabs the boy's collar as he growls at him.

"WHAT DID I SAY, FRESHMAN?! GO TO THE ARENA BEFORE I SET YOU UP IN BOOT CAMP!"

"Bu-but sir, i-i don't kn-know where the a-arena is..."

The professor's glare deepens as he points at a distance, pointing a building in a distance, a large, futuristic coliseum, filled white and blue as it's design, with holographic banners on the sides showing clubs advertisements and students with honors. The professor was about to throw him to the direction, then a loud bang can be heard on the other side of the gate, and a blond teenage boy flying on top of the gates and coming out of the smoke, a piece of toast on his mouth, swallowing it and grinning from ear to ear. Dropping down with a flashy landing, the blond boy then looked around, caution clear on his eyes as his stare landed on the scared teen and the professor, the latter seething in anger. The blond immediately recognizes the old man as he recoils and starts running towards the Arena. The professor then pulls out his gun and aims it to the running blond. Yusha's blood runs cold and he screams:

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? ARE YOU TRYNG TO KILL HIM!?"

The sneer on the old man disapears as he smirks with a glint of something dark as the professor exclaims:

"I can't kill him, nor am I allowed to kill anyone. I am his homeroom teacher, unfortunately. So, I'll do the next best thing-"

His gun then clicks and vocally activates a mode, the bluish glow transforms into a smoky violet.

FLASH BANG

-and hope that he'll atleast be sent to the hospital for awhile."

The old man then shoots the gun as a blue ball comes out of it and hits the blond teen's back, then explodes into a flash, creating a small explosion as it smacks his student to the ground with a audible crack, unconscious. Cringing at the sound, the horrified teen looks over the professor in horror as he moves towards his target. He then stops mid way as he turns his head and glares at Yusha, signaling to follow him. Silently, he follows him. Carrying the blond teen's body like a sack of potatoes, the professor then moves towards the arena, the scared teen follows close behind. Then, as they were halfway in to the arena, the blond wakes up and look up from the back of the professor, looking eye to eye at the scared teen, his forehead having a small wound created by the flashbang from before. Feeling that his student is awake, the professor promptly throws the blond onto the ground and continues to his destination.

The blond stands up and cleans himself from the dirt, grumbling, walking with the scared teen beside him. Feeling the awkward atmosphere, the blond then waves his hand and smiles towards the scared boy, starting a conversation.

"Yo! Name's Ezreal. You new here? I haven't seen you around the school."

Finally being given a friendly gesture by a friendly looking person, the teen nods and smiles towards Ezreal.

"Ye-yeah. I'm new here. My name is Yusha."

The Blond grins as he forms a thumbs up.

"Nice! That means you're part of the initiation today, just in time! Hope you got your Channeler Weapon ready, cus its gonna be a brawl!"

Ezreal excitedly exclaims as Yusha looks at him, confused as hell.

"Ch-channeler weapon?"

Ezreal then makes a fist as his left hand formed some kind of weird contraption levitating on his hand. He opened his fist and a blue ball of energy is on his hand. The blond proudly smirks as Yusha looks at it with awe, even if the latter doesn't know anything about Channeler weapons.

"Yeah, this baby is my Channeler Weapon. This guantlet can channel out my Flux, either creating a hand cannon for offence or letting me teleport as my defence."

Smugly, Ezreal demonstrates his ability as he teleports behind the Professor and was about to do something, but the old man smacks Ezreal's head before he could do anything. The Professor then turns towards Yusha.

"Since we are doing introductions now, I'll introduce myself as well. The name's Professor Graves and you better remember that. You are to call me Professor Graves or Sir Graves, are we understood, Freshman?"

The cowardly teen nods wildly as Graves turns towards the Arena entrance, finally reaching it as they were talking. Nursing his head, Ezreal sees a separate entrance and nods towards Yusha.

"Good luck, man! I'm going to the stands, cus we already did the initiation a couple of weeks ago. Careful against the second years!"

With a big smile, the Blond dashes towards the stands as he didn't see Yusha's devastated expression hearing about second years.

'What am i going to do?! If i would gather what this initiation is, with all those Channeler weapons things, then...AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT AGAINST THOSE?!'

Visibly shaking, a big hand grabbed Yusha's shoulder, then he squealed once again in fear. Professor Graves recoiled at the squeal, sweats abit as he looks at poor shivering Yusha. His eyes were boring into Graves' soul, telling him:

'Don't make me fight.'

Blinking once, the Professor looks sternly at the pale teen, seemingly ignoring his despair. Graves then instructs the young lad about the initiation rules as Yusha visibly tries to signal to the professor that he does not want to fight, fearing that his voice might betray him with his scared breathless stuttering.

"The rules are simple and classic arena setup: A one on one fight between you and a random second year. Your fight will be evaluated and scored based on your performance. You will win if you are able to send your opponent out of bounds or they are unable to continue fighting. That's all. Any questions?"

After he explains, the professor looks at Yusha expectantly. The Scared boy looks at him, confused. Graves then gives him a deadpan expression.

"Where's your Channeler Weapon, Freshman Yusha?"

Yusha stutters, trying to form an answer, but Graves beat him to it as he sighs and walks towards one of the lockers, opens it, and grabs a Metal Bat. Inspecting it for any damages, the Professor tosses it towards Yusha, who clumsily catches it.

"I know some students aren't that well off, so we have spare Channeler Weapons in store. It ain't much, but it can channel your Flux with no problem. Aren't yah lucky, lad?"

False courage finally throws him out of his unspeakable phase, so Yusha speaks out:

"Si-sir Graves! I ca-can't fight! I've be-been trying to t-tell you for the pa-past hour!"

Graves looks at Yusha with a neutral expression, moves towards the the scared lad, picks his bag off his back, his stroller, his phone of his pocket and puts them to the locker where the bat came from, doing all that under 6 seconds. It took a couple of seconds for Yusha to understand what happened.

"M-my stuff! You ca-can't ju-"

Graves sternly glares at Yusha, making the teen shut up. The old man sighs as he pulls out a cigar from his pocket and, using the gun's perpetually hot blue center, lights it up. Puffing a smoke, the Professor then lectures Yusha.

"Freshman, I see that you fear being hurt. I am certain that you might be hospitalized after this, hell, maybe even die, but you wanted to enter this academy right? And to enter this facility, you need to become brave, like a hero. Don't be a coward! You need to man up and stop being a wuss and kick ass in that ring, you hear me?! We might have met just minutes ago, but I'm going to say this because I'm your teacher, right here, right now: I believe in your sorry ass to do some good in that arena and be a goddamn Hero! Now, are you gonna wail here all day or are you gonna kick some ass!"

While the speech might pump most people...Yusha isn't most people.

'I MIGHT DIE?!'

Unaware that about his student's internal crisis, Graves takes his silence as a resounding 'YES' and drags him to the initiation platform. In a final effort to save his life, Yusha tried one last time.

"I...um...uhh... I'M VERY SHY!"

Graves stops on his tracks and turns around to Yusha, his expression reads, 'Are you seriously going to use that excuse?'. Growling, Graves still drags Yusha towards the initiation, while also picking up a purple mask just laying on a bench beside the lockers. Pulling him up to straighten his body at the front of the arena's stage, Graves hands over the mask to Yusha and grins while doing a thumbs up, trying to encourage him. Yusha's twitching face says otherwise.

"Well, off you go, then. Remember: Don't be a wuss, be a man, and become a hero!"

Forcefully putting on the mask and kicking the poor boy towards the floating platform, Graves smiles evilly as the ground beneath him levitates towards a platform on the side of the arena, where a cat-thing is on air, sitting on a floating book. The cat, known as Yumie, the principal of God-Weapon Academy, looks over to Graves and purrs in a greeting. Graves huffs on his cigar and stands beside principal Yumie. The terrified masked Yusha is on the stage, face flat on the ground. Soon, the entire platform soon floats towards the center of the arena, separating it to the floor. Yusha shakily gets up and grabs on the metal bat for leverage. While trying to think of ways to get out of his current situation, the sound of a rocket engine distracts him and sees the rocket flying towards the masked teen, making him shriek.

'IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE!'

Fortunately, the rocket was not really a rocket after all, but Yusha's Initiation tester. Landing in a flashy and stylish fashion, the tester was none other than the famous Jayce of the luminary club, with his signature smile and glowing charisma, he welcomes Yusha with happy enthusiasm.

"Welcome to this magnificent academy! I am proud that you have chosen this wonderful school to make you a hero! The name's Jayce Talis, your Initiation Tester. Let's have a good one!"

Professor Graves turns towards Principal Yumie to officially start the test. With a nod, the Cat gave Graves the permission and he announced:

"BEGIN!"

Yusha stood their, shook himself, and nods quietly...before bursting into helpless begging.

"HELP ME! PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO GO HOME! I DONT WANT TO BECOME A HERO! I JUST WANTED A SCHOOL THAT I CAN AFFORD!"

The smile on Jayce's face never left, but a twitch on his eye tells all what he really feels.

"So you just wanted to come to this prestigious academy just because its all you can afford?"

Yusha then froze still, his body frigid remembering what he said. Thinking about it more clearly, he should have concluded that this is not Shikata high sooner, with all the high tech faculties, strange uniforms on the students, their weapons, and the students/staff as well, but with all the scary thing happening around him, he really couldn't think straight. Now, thinking clearly, he almost wets his pants at his mistake.

"...Im sorry...I am-"

Before even able to tell most of the apology, the Class president charges forward towards the masked teen with open fury, the latter screaming in fear.

"You think you can get away with that kind of excuse...YOU RICH POMPOUS PRICK, I'LL SHOVE YOUR MONEY TOWARDS YOUR MOUTH FOR UNDERESTIMATING MY ACADEMY!"

"I DIDN'T MEAN THAT! IM SORRY!"

Jayce's weapon, some kind of hammer/cannon hybrid, comes crashing down at where Yusha was before, the masked teen fell down trying to escape. Yusha got up and readied his bat in front of him, his hands visibly shaking the unassuming Chaneller Weapon. Jayce growled and swung again, now hitting his target, but in some sort of miracle, Yusha blocked the strike with the bat, mitigating the damage, but he himself was thrown to the edge of the floating platform. Landing on his back, the air on his lungs taken out. Not yet finished venting, the Class president blitz towards the fallen teen and drags him towards the middle by the leg. Yusha shrieks again and tries blocking all the hammer strikes infused with lightning, his hands turning numb from the conduit of his metal bat and the power of each strike. Yusha clumsily stand up and readies his bat to block again

"You even hide behind a mask, coward! Come on, show me how you fight! My lightning and plasma will break you down!"

Unexpected by the speed, Yusha's guard was thrown open by a side swing from Jayce as he deals a deafening blow towards Yusha's body, the masked teen doubles over and, once again, is on the edge of the arena. Trying to stand up, heaving while doing so, he leans into his bat. Jayce seeing the sorry display, sighs in disappointment and transforms his hammer into a cannon.

"You got good instinct with how you block my strikes, but you are far too slow to strike back. I'll finish this now."

Charging up his cannon, the masked teen gave up and just stood there, watching as the ball lf energy continues on growing, waiting for inevitable. Then suddenly, he hears a deep voice on his head.

'After 4 seconds, move your body to the left and swing the bat to your right side as hard as you can, at the height of your chest.'

His eyes grows wide from surprise from the voice, but his body seemed to register the command faster. By the 4th second, Yusha's body automatically turned to the left as the cannon's energy ball fires forward, Yusha swinging the bat as hard as he can, catching the ball. As the bat hits the ball of energy, the bat glows purple as it redirect the shot towards Jayce, who's eyes popped out of its sockets, as it hits him and sends him flying out of the flying platform and onto the other side of the enclosed arena.

Graves' eyes bulged as well, before calming down and smirked. Principal Yumie's eyes sparkled at the unexpected comeback as the arena's covers were pulled down revealing the multiple other stages around Yusha's stage, other initiates being tested, and a massive crowd on the bleachers surrounding the arena, shouting in cheer. Ezreal pumps his fist out and roars. On top of the stands, the red head from before crosses her arms, her expression unreadable. From below the platforms, Jayce shakes his head in frustration and looks up to Yusha's platform. His face in a frown, but slowly smiles and accept his defeat.

Yusha, on the other hand, smiles, as he's finally glad the entire thing is over. His eyes becomes heavy as he collapses from exhaustion 'cus of all the happenings of today. The mysterious deep voice then calls out on him again as his consciousness slowly starts to waver.

'Good job, kid. Just need a bit of training from the champ himself and you're good to g-'

He then falls unconscious before the voice can say anything else.