So I'm sorry I haven't updated this story in ages. I had two weeks off and pretty much sat around my house doing nothing. Today I got to spend thanks giving at work (and off shore oil rig) so, after reading some reviews from all of you wanting more I decided to type this chapter. I'm more afraid to touch this story because I'm scared that I'll write a bad chapter and turn the crowd against me. So far it's gone relatively flawless….Thank you fantailed your review encouraged me to write this chapter.

Fantailedchapter 11 . Nov 23

I love Diana as a champ but my heart wouldn't take more broken-hearted girls, it's hard enough to decide between Ahri and Leona as is! This story is gold. I wish there were more releases but considering your working hours, it's awesome you manage to write anything! Please keep writing 3

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Today was frustrating to say the least. He was leaning up against a wall outside the institute of war, the sun beaming down on him. The heat was compounding how enraged he felt. As he stood there running his fingers through his long Fu Manchu whiskers. He spat angrily the name of a certain jungler who had made a fool of him during a match earlier that day.

"No one makes a fool of Draven!" he spoke to himself his tone carried a hint of anger and shame.

Every time he would go in for a kill and enjoy the rush of the crowd and their adoration for him. That barbaric mountain man would appear out of nowhere from the sky. Completely shutting him down, making him look inept. Draven, would not stand for this! He had to get even, but just like imaginary cogwheels in his head spinning ideas; he found his right whisker twined around his pointer finger.

"Stop! You said you wouldn't tease me about that!" A feminine with a giggle broke his concentration.

Draven turned and watched in the distance as that dam Jungler appeared walking towards him with a member of the Leauge he knew as Ahri. Although he knew very little of the new member to the league that had made him look inept, he had heard many rumors about Ahri. He couldn't but notice how fond of each other they seemed. He glared with a scowl as they walked no more than three yards in front of him. His arrogance and hurt pride got the best of him and as just as they passed by he had to open his mouth.

With a taunting whistle he got their attention and they stopped in their tracks.

"Here Kitty, Kitty" He spoke with a devilish grin on his face.

"Just ignore him" Ahri whispered into Pantheon's ear.

He saw them start taking a step forward and he continued his taunt.

"Draven's been having a bad day lil fox…Draven could use some company if you know what I mean" He smiled to himself as he spoke I'm such a bad ass.

Pantheon stopped and turned around meeting Draven's snarky gaze.

"Oh don't you know about her!?" Draven, started stroking his whiskers with a smile.

"Pantheon, lets just leave!" Ahri, touched his shoulder trying to break what she knew would lead Pantheon into an altercation. Her voice sounded shaky and hurt.

"Yeah, listen to your lady or should I say your fille de joie (prostitute)" he spoke with a pompous tone.

Pantheon turned to Ahri "what's a fille de joie?"

He immediately regretted asking her. He could see the pain in her face her eyes became watery and her face quickly filled with shame. She looked down and in almost a whisper "it means whore".

Pantheon could feel his blood boil and before Draven could react Pantheon had cross the distance between them. The only warning was the sound of Pantheon's saddles slapping against the cobble stone and the pain at the back of his head as it slammed up against the wall he was leaning against.

"Apologize!" Barked, as he lifted Draven off his feet and pressed him up against the wall.

"Oh, come on Draven isn't greedy we can share" the words came out strained and muffled as Pantheons hand constricted against around Draven's throat.

"Oh…you must like her. Yet you're probably just another notch on her belt." Draven kept on taunting him, knowing it would hurt the new champion's pride.

Pantheon was distracted at the sound of Ahri running away he turned in time to see her tear covered face. The look on her face broke his heart, she was genuinely hurt and ashamed by the whole event. Pantheon could only yell.

"AHRI WAIT!" all the mean while his hand squeezing even tightly around Draven's throat.

He turned to face Draven, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Pantheon's face was red with rage, he wanted nothing more than to hurt this buffoon badly. Yet to his surprise even though. Draven's face was red from lack of oxygen he was smile. Why is he smiling?

WHACK!

Pantheon, was knocked to the ground but quickly recovered as he rolled up to his feet. With his fist up In a defensive position. He looked up at as Ahri harasser was holding his throat and a large heavy built man stood next to him. It was obviously the man who had punched and pushed Pantheon off of Draven.

"You mess with my brother, you mess with me." The heavy built man snickered

Pantheon did not see a need to explain to the larger man why he had pinned his brother against a wall. Time for words were over.

"You will not enjoy this!" Pantheon, proclaimed as he moved closer fist at face level as he approached low and even balanced.

A lifetime of training for war had turned him into a war machine, with weapons they might of stood a chance but in hand to hand combat, this will be fun.

The large brute stroke first lunging forward with all his strength towards Pantheon's core. Pantheon was amused at how simple and off balance his attack was. He quickly twisted his shoulder and deflected most of the force. As the brute fist deflected off his shoulder, Pantheon quickly landed an upper cut into his ribs. With the same momentum Pantheon kept running forward and dropped Draven, who was still struggling to breath. Pantheon landed a kick right into his gut, quickly dropping him to the ground gasping for air.

"Draven!" The large brute who had missed the first punch yelled as he watched his brother take a running drop kick to the gut.

Pantheon turned around in time to catch a right hook on his left cheek from the large man.

Almost as if his body was built for punishment Pantheon, twisted his shoulders again allowing most of the force of the punch to glance off his face. Although it did sting and he was sure it caused a gash on his cheek and a bloody lip, and do to the twisting of his shoulders he was able to stay balanced. Although the large brute landed a punch to Pantheon's face, Pantheon thought it was worth it since it allowed him to take Draven out of the fight permanently. Which even his odds.

"My fight isn't with you. Your brother…Draven, insulted someone very dear to me." Pantheon spoke with a composed yet defensive tone.

The large brute wasn't listening and he bull rushed Pantheon. But time after time, Pantheon would block his attacks or use his own force against him. Each time he attack Pantheon, he found himself laying on his back getting back up again.

Pantheon, could hear the large brute's breathing getting heavier.

"As I said, my fight isn't with you. It was with Draven"

"I'm Darius…my brother has a bad habit or opening his mouth…." Darius spoke as he kept circling around Pantheon looking for an opening.

"I'm Pantheon and to be frank I'd rather go find my friend. Your brother was very insulting he called her a fille de joie." Pantheon kept his defensive stance as he waited for Darius to respond.

"Fille de joie…." Darius dropped his fist to his side with a sigh

"That does sound like something stupid my brother would say."

He waited until Pantheon also dropped his defensive stance and kept talking.

"Our apologies Pantheon, I'll make sure he never bothers you again"

Pantheon nodded and walked away, backwards until he was at a safe distance and walked away in a hurried pace.

Darius turned and spoke to his younger brother still on the ground clutching his stomach.

"You'd be prudent not to start a fight with someone known as the Artisan of War. Next time I may not be so willing to intervene."

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Pantheon found himself rummaging through his room franticly until he dug deep into his closet and found what he was looking for. He quickly exited and walked to the front desk and begged the front desk attendant for Ahri's room number.

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"Knock"…"knock"….

" Knock"…."knock"….

"Ahri..It's me Pantheon" he spoke as he leaned against the door. His voice pleading.

He knocked a couple more times waiting, impatiently.

"Please Ahri…open the door…"

"Pantheon, please go away…." She responded with a soft almost mumble her voice sounding as if she's had been crying.

"I won't go until I see you, please…."

"Pantheon….please just…not right now"

"I'm not leaving until I see you, please I just want to talk. Someone will walk by and wonder why I'm outside your door begging. Please just open the door"

Pantheon waited for a good 10 seconds until he heard the faint sound of the door open a few inches and he saw Ahri's face. Her eyes red and puffy.

"Here, you saw me now you can leave.." she looked down not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Ahri…I'm…"

Before Pantheon could finish speaking something overcame him and he pushed against the door softly but forcefully. He over powered Ahri's feeble attempt to keep him out, she stepped back weary of Pantheons intentions. Is he angry over finding out about my past? Does he hate me?

As closed the distance between them she almost flinched cowering away and lowered her face as she saw his head come up to her face. She closed her eyes, awaiting a hot red sting of a slap, she almost felt herself whimper anticipating the pain. But was surprised as his hand reached out to her face and rub her cheek softly with his thumb. While her eyes were still closed she felt his fore head softly press against hers. His nose softly tickling hers and his eye lashes brushing up against hers.

"I'm sorry….I don't know what into me…I just wanted to hurt him for what he said…"

Ahri, started crying she wasn't sure if they were tears of sadness or joy. But she was still too ashamed of herself to look him in the eye. But she started to run her soft hands through his face and when her thumb reached his left cheek she felt a damp warm moist spot on his cheek and she heard him wince.

She quickly looked up and saw his face was bruised a cut lip and a small tare on his cheek from where Darius had punched him

"Pantheon, your hurt!"

Before he could reply she quickly ran into her bathroom and came back with a small tackle box. She poured some alcohol from the box into a hand towel and started clean his wounds. Pantheon, stood there silent in Ahri's dimly light apartment. Watching her face as she had a look of care and concern as she concentrated on cleaning his wounds. Pantheon suddenly realized the last person to have cleaned his wounds was Leona. Until the day she proclaimed him a murderer and left him standing alone, ashamed and bloodied. He suddenly found himself smiling, with Ahri's make up running and eyes puffy from crying she had never looked so beautiful.

Ahri, notice him smiling and she couldn't help but give him a faint smile back.

"What?...why are you smiling?" She gave him a furtive look.

"I just realized…" Pantheon gulp softly knowing the impact of how genuine his next statement would be.

"I just realized how much I love you…"

He just leaned forward, softly kissing her lips.

"I got you a gift…" he reached into a saddle bag and pulled out a scarf.

"Here…this was my mothers. It's made from the under coat of sacred Mount Targon Goats. Since we can't kill them…we spend all summer collecting it from the bushes they rub up against. It's extremely light and warm. My father spent three summers collecting enough to commission a local knitter to knit it for him. It was my mom's wedding gift…and I want you to have it." Pantheon blushed feeling extremely silly at how quickly and nervous he had spoken.

"Pantheon…I can't it's your mothers…It's all you have of hers."

"I've never worn it and have been waiting for someone very special to me, to give it to."
He had intended to give it to Leona, as a wedding gift. But that was a far gone thought.

"But aren't you…ashamed of me and my..past."

"Shhhh" Pantheon, silenced her with a kiss.

As, his lips sealed her worries. Ahri, realized no one had ever defended her or fought for her honor and she found herself putting her arms around Pantheon's neck.

I decided to use fille de joie, because well whore seemed too blunt and I wanted to make Draven sound like the pompous haughty person he is.