Disclaimer:: League of Legends belongs to Riot Games, not me. I just like to write about the things that Riot Games has, because I am a jealous motherfuc. . . . . . Because I covet my neighbor's goods; in this case Riot Games is my neighbor.
Author's Note:: HOLY FLIP YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME. Favoriting my story, and favoriting me as an author, and putting me story on your watch list, and THE REVIEWS, OHH THE REVIEWS ! It's too much, it's just too much. I ADORE YOU ALL ! Also, I'm sorry for the late update. Stuff came up and happened to me in an explosion. o.o; I also apologise for the short crapiness of this chapter. BUT THERE IS STEAMINESS AHEAD ! So calm down.
Last thing:: I HEARD THAT THEY'RE NERFING RIVEN. Is this true ? Riven is my main; I'm going to be so upset if that's true.
Just kidding, THIS is the last thing:: Theyy really are nerfing Riven. My world is destroyed.
Malzahar's summoner and Kassadin's summoner were on the same side, and it was awkward.
"You get to back me up," Malzahar smirked to Kassadin as they both headed to the bottom lane of Summoner's Rift. Kassadin curled his lip at Malzahar.
"I shouldn't even be in this lane," Kassadin complained, "I should be soloing mid."
"You don't know what you should be doing," Malzahar corrected him, tucking his purple scarf further around his neck. That entire week, he and Kassadin had fought each other at least four times a day, and every time Kassadin had defeated Malzahar. But Malzahar wasn't upset about this. While on the battlefield, he was unable to use his powers unless his summoner bade him do so. In his heart, Malzahar was quite sure that he could overcome Kassadin off of the battlefield, but he didn't want to try. For some reason that he wasn't quite ready to explain, he didn't like seeing Kassadin hurt as much as he pretended he liked it. The sensation of choking filled his lungs, and he gagged on invisible smoke.
"You're not allowed to silence your own teammates," Malzahar rasped once he had regained his voice.
"Says who?" Kassadin sneered, walking past Malzahar. Malzahar just curled his lip, and followed his backup, who was for some reason in front of him.
"Says the Summoner's Code of Honor," Malzahar snipped, under his breath. It was a lame argument and he knew it, but he didn't really have any other source to quote from.
"Back me up!" Kassadin yelled as Cho'Gath swarmed in, fangs bared. Malzahar looked fondly on the creature that the Void had brought forth, and knew he would regret killing such a wonderful, powerful creature. But it had to be done; and Cho'Gath would be fine once they had all returned to the guild houses. Reluctantly, Malzahar cast a spell on Cho'Gath, and watched as Kassadin brought the giant creature crashing down. Cho'Gath screamed, a terrible noise that penetrated the air. Kassadin winced, and although Malzahar couldn't see his features under the black mask, he was almost certain that Kassadin felt bad about killing Cho'Gath. It made Malzahar pause to study the man. Underneath the unfeeling black veil that shut him out from the world and helped him breathe while fighting, Kassadin could- possibly –be a compassionate person.
And it only made Malzahar that much more interested.