Chapter Four: Riven's Unforgiven
Varus watched Riven quickly make her way down the hallway from above, her runic blade in hand. Everything about her appearance was the same other than the tight, violet bodysuit, rabbit ears and fluffy tail. The archer couldn't help but chuckle at the embarrassed grimace on her face as she sprinted down the Halls. She evaded colliding in with several other champions and hopped over yordles. She seemed to be in a hurry. The carpet folded under her pink pumps as she jolted a corner.
"She's definitely hauling that tail of hers—I wonder where she is headed?" Varus asked himself as Riven turned took a shortcut through the Map Room. "Wait, I know this hallway. She is headed towards the training grounds."
The archer glanced up and saw another champion running at top speed with his sword clutched at his side. He smirked as he recognized the young Ionian—He and Riven hated each other.
Varus assumed the two didn't see each other because they had their eyes set on the closed gate of the training grounds. Just then the two smacked chest to chest with each other and they landed on the carpet—both of them groaned in pain. The archer rubbed his hands together triumphantly.
"Hey watch where you're going!" Riven growled as she hopped off the floor, her face immediately turning into an ugly scowl when she saw who she bumped into. "Oh, it's you, Yasuo."
"Who else would it—?" Yasuo's eyes darted up and down Riven's outfit, holding his hand over his mouth to keep him from laughing. "It's not Harrowing, Riven."
"I just got off my shift in Zaun—wait why am I explaining this to you!" The Exile walked over Yasuo but the samurai quickly grabbed her ankle, pulling her back to the carpet. Varus shook his head at the ill-mannered young man but he let him continue to bring Riven to her knees.
"No way, Noxian! I bet you heard that Darius lost his fifth match in a row and you want to get some training in before he rips it down with his tantrum! Well, not today!" Yasuo stepped around the woman to get to the door. Before he could grab the gate handle, a giant axe came flying down and missed Yasuo's fingers by mere centimeters. He looked over and saw an enraged Darius staring back at him.
"Back off, Ionian." He snarled. Yasuo could tell the Hand of Noxus was fresh off Summoner's Rift because his armor was darkened with blood. The samurai kept his glare on Darius as he took a step back.
"It's all yours." Yasuo said. The Hand of Noxus snorted before he smashed the gates open with his axe.
"Wonderful." Yasuo heard the Exile groan behind him, "Darius is going to be in there for hours and who knows if the place will still be standing. He is going wreck the whole area."
"Well, all we can do is wait." Yasuo sighed as he plopped himself on the carpet beside the gate, "And the line starts behind me, by the way."
"Fine. No use wasting my energy fighting with you, I suppose." Riven mumbled, picking herself off the carpet and placing her back against the wall. She folded her legs close and brought her broken blade into her lap. Yasuo glanced over at her as she poked the jagged edges of her sword.
Varus watched the two carefully, his finger plucking the string of his bow every couple of seconds. He noticed that the Exile paid no mind to Yasuo while he couldn't take his eyes off of her. The archer shook his head and reached over his shoulder to his quiver, beginning to pull an arrow until he heard Yasuo speak.
"Were you really going to train in those?" He asked, pointing at her pink heels. The Exile looked down at them but ignored his small chuckle, "Where would you even work to get a uniform like that? Don't tell me you're an escort."
"I'm a waitress!" Riven shot back.
"What kind of waitress wears something that revealing?" Yasuo snickered, "That outfit makes me want to eat something other than food."
"You mean like my blade? Keep staring at my legs and I'll give you more than you can chew."
"No need for the hostility—I was just messing with you, Riven." Yasuo rolled his eyes at the white-haired woman. "Although, I would assume you would want me staring at you in an outfit like that."
"I'm not at work so I would appreciate it if you didn't." The Exile said calmly as she hid most of her body behind her blade.
"Alright." Yasuo scoffed, his eyes still lingered on the woman's shoulders. He tapped his fingers on the sheath of his blade, "Aren't you afraid of one of your breasts popping out of your top at work, say of you like bent down?"
"Shut up…" Riven growled through gritted teeth.
"They probably would considering how huge—" Yasuo grunted as the Exile shoved him to the carpet and straddled him, punching him relentlessly in the face.
"Do you have a limit on how much your mouth can spit out?!"
"This got ugly faster than I anticipated." Varus sighed as he quickly pulled an arrow from his quiver. He aimed at the woman's back, pulled the string, and let go. The pink arrow sliced through the air and into Riven. She jumped slightly with a small groan escaped her lips. Yasuo looked up at her through his swelling eyes, watching the young woman grip his shirt.
"Did you just get off to hitting me in the face?" Yasuo smirked. "If you did, I wouldn't blame—"
"Riven is right, he doesn't stop talking." Varus growled lowly as he watched his arrow fade into the samurai's chest. The archer watched as the magic overtook both of them and their eyes fluttered as they stared back at each other.
"Yasuo, if we can't get into the training grounds, maybe you and I should spar with each other?" Riven bit her lip as she pulled the samurai closer. Yasuo stared back at her, words now unable to form.
"I, uh, sure?" Yasuo sputtered. Riven giggled at the young man and just as she was about to lean over, the gate behind them was kicked open. Darius walked out, wiping his sweaty face with his wrist. He carried the top half of his armor in one hand and his large axe in the other. The Hand of Noxus glanced over at the couple on the carpet and his brow popped up. Riven and Yasuo both stared back at the muscular man and Varus could see his magic glittering in their eyes.
"Oh no." The archer sighed as he covered his face with his hand. He peeked through his fingers and saw the couple jump up to great the Noxian.
"Darius, I never realized how great you look!" Riven cooed as she wrapped her hands around Darius' strong forearm. Her face glowered at Yasuo taking his place beside the Noxian general.
"Amazing how do you stay in shape?" Yasuo purred, poking Darius' hard abdomen.
"Excuse me?" The Hand of Noxus seemed very uncomfortable as he tried to pull his arms away from the two.
"Do you need some water Yasuo? You look thirsty." Riven said as she tugged Darius closer to her.
"No, but might I suggest wiping the drool from the corner of your lip? It's very unladylike."
"You two better take your filthy hands off of me." Varus could hear Darius growing more and more furious.
"Well that is peculiar." The archer thought as he scratched his chin, watching the Riven and Yasuo still tug Darius by his arms. "It seems my magic had no effect on the two because they were already in love with each other. However, the magic still worked on the next person they saw, which was Darius."
The Hand of Noxus dropped his heavy armor and axe as he growled. His armor and the handle of his axe both crushed Riven and Yasuo's toes. Taking advantage of their pain, Darius knocked them over, picked up his belonging and hurried away from them.
"Darius, my love, please wait!" Riven cried while she got up to chase after him.
"Back off, rabbit, he's mine!"
"That was way too strange and yet surprisingly satisfying?" Varus thought as he reached over his shoulder to count his arrows, "I have ten let. I better reserve them for somebody else."
The archer glided away from the training ground's gate back to the main area of the Halls of Justice, searching for someone to bestow his magic arrows on. Just then he spotted Zed calmly walking towards him.
"The Master of Shadows, eh?" Varus chuckled, watching him take a seat outside Soraka's infirmary. "Let's see is the unseen arrow is the lovelies."
Hello all, sorry for the wait again, I've been sidetracked multiple times but I hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and no I don't ship Riven or Yasuo with Darius, I ship them with each other.
See you next chapter.