What the actual shit was wrong with her?

Vi grimaced as the psychotic criminal lounging on her couch stretched and sighed in contentment. Why hadn't the pinkette thrown Jinx through the window yet? Oh right. The criminal had offered her a deal that was even sweeter.

"What."

"The."

"Actual."

"Fuck."

Her answer was a little hip wiggle and a smart-ass wave.

"Hey Fathands"

Vi had grabbed her by the collar and was dragging Jinx to her gauntlets when the psycho said it.

"I'll give you a free punch if you let me speak"Vi smiled at that.

"You're getting a whole lot more than a single punch bitch" The "bitch" was snarled out of a deceptively sweet smile.

"You know I can still get away from this, a free hit no dodging, completely free Fathands…I swear"

"No deal psycho"Vi had almost considered it, but pride reared its ugly head and logic ran like the puppy it was. Jinx pouted, she really didn't want to have to go this far.

"I'LL GIVE HATLADY HER DAMN SPECIAL GUN BACK" Saying that seemed to cause Jinx actual physical pain, she had bared her teeth and whimpered after screaming it. But she had no choice, if Fathands was this angry at her than she would never be able to convince her.

Vi had been stunned into silence at that. The special gun in question was Cupcakes ceremonial sniper; it was used at all those fancy pants reward ceremonies she attended. The brawler hated the events themselves, but Cait had been missing that shit for ages (Jinx had legitimately blew it out of Caitlyns car with explosives, sometimes the psycho deserved credit…how in the fu-) and would kill to get it back. The pinkette smiled in satisfaction.

"Deal"

"Excuuuuuse meeeeeee-"The brawler shook her head as if to rid it of the daydreams.

"What" she snarled in response. Jinx was bouncing around her room like a cat searching for a red dot and she just Could. Not. Stop. Moving.

"STAY STILL" The psycho froze like a deer in the headlights. Sitting down still with a groan she started drumming her fingers on the couch.

"Is it even possible for you to be completely still for just one second" Jinx looked offended at that. She froze in place with a maniacal grin (same as always) for about 3 seconds and then started bouncing again.

"Of course I can durr…give a girl some credit Fathands" The attitude was oozing off the bluette in what felt like aggravating waves of pure bullshit. The pinkette's teeth were going to be completely flat by the end of this conversation.

"Just…What did you want to talk about" Vi was regretting her decision to listen to this crazy bitch more and more as time went on. But both of the girls had made a deal and both knew enough about the other to know the deal would be respected.

"I wanted to ask you…" The psycho's eyes were flitting about nervously in an almost endearing way. Now that Vi thought about it her entire body was exuding nervousness, it was kind of cute to be completely honest. Wait….where the fuck did that come from? This was Jinx, the psycho bitch Vi had been hunting for the last month. Digging fingers into her temples she attempted to reign in the traitorous thoughts flitting around in her head.

"Well.."

"Just spit it out!" ouch. That came out a little harsher than intended. The bruiser was hit by a wave of guilt before she again realised who she was talking to. Damn she needed to sit and think after this little escapade. Something was seriously wrong with her if these feelings were what she thought they were.

"Iwasgoingtoaskyouifyouwantedtojoinupwithmeeverlikeonlyifyouwant" The words came out so fast that Vi actually sat back and puzzled out what the criminal said. Wait did she just sa-

"andifit'shatladyItotallygetitbu-"

"Breathe, talk when you're ready" sheesh. The brawler must be going soft, but the look on Jinx's face was too damn cu- No! She was just having trouble with hearing the words right. That was the only reason she was giving the criminal time. The only reason!

Vi opened her eyes just in time to see Jinx go from nervous wreck to beaming, and suddenly it was worth the comment.

"Well I was just saying that if it's Hatlady that's holding you back from accepting the offer while I tooootally get it you seriously need to get over that chick…she is waaaaaaaaaaaaay boring and totally unhealthy for you" Wait wait wait. Was the psychopath actually asking her to ditch Piltover, the police force AND Cupcake.

"Hell."

"No."

"But you didn't even thinking about it" The look on Jinx's face was priceless, and for all the wrong reasons. Goddamn those puppy eyes. Ugh. It looked like it was going to be another sleepless night of puzzling out her retarded ass feelings. Eww.

"Look Cupcake may be acting a little…aggressive lately"

"More like going all Liss up in that bitch" Jinx cackled. The bruiser paused mid thought for a secon-

"Ice queen" She actually chucked a little. The little criminal had an abrasive humour not unlike her own. Shaking her head with a smile she returned to the conversation.

"And she may have an….attachment at this very moment" At that Jinx jumped up from the couch and struck a pose imitating those damn posters of Jayce.

"WITH THE DICKBAG OF TOMORROW!" VI instantly toppled backwards of the chair, laughing like a hyena. Jinx hopped down and smiled, a sense of warmth spreading through her body from her hair to the tips of her toes. So this is what family feels like.

"I may hate your guts but that might have been the best impression of the dickhead I have ever seen in my life" She was still chucking as she righted the chair and flopped back into it. FUCK. She kept forgetting this was the criminal psychopath Jinx; the conversation was too reminiscent of a conversation with an old friend or an ex or something like that. These conflicting emotions were going to be the death of her.

"But as I was saying…She saved me from the slums, gave me a kickass job and would never betray me. You can't find friends like that anywhere and I am not backing out on the fir- Second one I've found" The criminals face dropped at that. More like her entire body. She just flopped down onto the couch, seemingly losing all the energy she always had. Vi felt a wave of guilt crash over her. While the bruiser was attempting to regain control of her unruly emotions the Loose Cannon's mind was racing. Second? Who the hell could have been first? The Enforcer had always hated Jayce, and she had met Ezreal after Caitlyn…Jinx was sure of it. WHO WAS IT?

"Look Jinx…I didn't mea-"

"WHO WAS IT?"

Vi's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Who was what?"

"Who was the first?" Vi's face fell, she was hoping she hadn't noticed the slip up. These were memories she had never truly come to terms with and here she was about to spill her guts to the LAST person she would ever share them with. Wait. Why was she about to tell Jinx?

"None of your business" That sounded pretty badass if she didn't say so herself. Well it felt pretty badass until she looked up and saw Jinx's face. If Vi wasn't a heartless bitch than she might've actually done something about the third wave of guilt Jinx had pushed her under, but all she did was crack her knuckles. It was an old habit for dealing with stressful situations; it made her feel reassured when her fists were in working order.

"Fine!" And with that Jinx stormed out, all traces of the usual maniacal glee or even the warmth she had shown during this brief conversation gone.

Vi waited until she was sure Jinx was gone and started sobbing. She couldn't remember the last time she cried but somehow the sight of Jinx, usually so happy (if maniacal) and energetic storming off like that left her in tears. Goddamn these fucking emotions…goddamn Cupcake and Jayce….and goddamn Jinx….That Fine echoed in her ears.

How could one word rend her heart so brutally?