Disclaimer: League of Legends and all of its wonderful made-up fictional sexually attractive characters belong to Riot. Even Ahri belongs to Riot. Although she's not even in this fanfic so why bother mentioning her.
Home again in his small wooden house, Malzahar turned on the stove and put the kettle on the front burner. He unwrapped his purple scarf from around his face and rested it across his shoulders, leaning against the counter with a sigh. He stared at the black cast iron kettle as he waited for his water to boil, then walked to his bed and laid down on it.
"What a day," he groaned, rolling over so that he was face-down in a mound of pillows. His thoughts inadvertently turned to Kassadin and he shook his head angrily, as though the motion could shake Kassadin from his head. He didn't understand Kassadin. Why couldn't he see that the Void was not a thing of strictly evil, but something of simple power ? It was so frustrating. He would love to be friends with Kassadin-maybe a bit more than friends, but Malzahar would never admit that to anyone, not even himself. Kassadin was the type of person that he would get along well with, if it wasn't for a few problems. Malzahar was a strong believer in the Void, and Kassadin… Kassadin was not. Kassadin hated the Void and all that it stood for, and believed that Malzahar was evil because of his affiliation with the Void. A knock on the door, and Malzahar had to go and answer it. A little girl stood far below him, staring up at him with wide green eyes that peeked out from behind too-long pink bangs.
"Annie," Malzahar sighed, opening the door further. She grinned up at him and invited herself in as he knew she would.
"Hello Malzahar," she said in her high voice, plopping down on his bed. Her seemingly harmless teddy bear was clutched tightly in her right hand.
"Hello, Annie," he said. She wrinkled her nose at him.
"Your voice is so funny and dirty," she said with a giggle. Malzahar lifted one eyebrow.
"Dirty?" he repeated.
"You know, it sounds dirty. Like… Um… Pebbles," she said seriously.
"Gravelly, you mean," Malzahar said. She frowned.
"No, I mean dirty," she insisted. He sat down on the bed next to her, careful not to sit too close to Tibbers, should her fiery temper be turned to him.
"I'm sorry I hurt you earlier," she told him, looking down at her hands. Her wide green eyes looked sad, and Malzahar couldn't help feeling a tiny pang in his cold heart. Forced to join the League at such a young age… how could one not pity her?"
"It's okay, Annie," he reassured her, standing up as the kettle whistled for his attention, "I told you, it's okay to hurt people when you are summoned and your actions are controlled by the summoner."
"But I don't like hurting you," Annie pouted. Malzahar didn't respond, he just pulled the kettle off of the stove
"Wanna know a secret?" Annie asked suddenly, a huge grin on her innocent face. Malzahar turned to look at her. Annie's secrets were usually composed of a small amount of true secret and a large amount of made-up creativity to make it sound more interesting.
"Sure I want to know a secret," Malzahar agreed.
"Okay," she said, bouncing up onto the floor and clasping her hands behind her back.
"Well? What is it?" he asked.
"Kassadin said he laaaaaiiiikkkeeessss you," Annie giggled.