I thought I'd advance the plot which I've been sitting on for months. So here you go.

EDIT: OK here it is. :/

As Akali once again became aware of the surrounding woodland and the events that had occurred, primal fury rapidly overwhelmed her mind and she began to swear repeatedly to herself. The fox, sitting down crosslegged on a nearby patch of grass, looked up at her and smiled, before suddenly speaking with a soft growl.

"You can speak now."

Akali chose this opportunity to swear loudly, only to find herself completely unable to do anything but stutter relentlessly.

"Aaaaawwwww….are you finding it hard to speak? Let me help."

As the fox placed a hand under Akali's chin and tilted their faces towards each otherAkali felt her blood turn to ice.

"Do you want me to let you go?"

As Akali opened her mouth to swear at her again, she immediately responded to the foxes question completely against her will.

"Y-yess!"

"Then sit there and be respectful. I just want to ask a few questions, that's all."

She doesn't know anything about the Kinkou, so what can she possibly ask?

"You're attracted to me, aren't you?"

Akali wasn't sure whether the fact the fox had gathered that, or the fact she could not stop herself stuttering was actually worse.

"N-n-n…"

"You want me to touch you, you love it when I brush my lips on the back of your neck…."

As she felt lips touch the back of her neck for even the briefest of moments Akali unintentionally let out a brief gasp.

"When I charm women they always do anything I say. Becoming aroused however….

Well that's what makes you very special. Tell me….why are you aroused?"

As the ridiculous questions and her body somehow responding to the foxes advances, made her more frightened than torture ever could, she found herself responding with complete honesty.

"How am I supposed to know! And I 'm already in love with someone else! Let me go!"

"But if I let you go, how am I meant to figure out everything about this arousal, hmmmm?

Now why don't you over come show me of your own free will? Nobody will know….."

The fox threw whatever her excuse for a blouse was straight to the other side of the clearing..

Akali, now with her body entirely under her own control took a tiny step forwards.

A horse whinnied.

Then she remembered why she had been attempting to reach the Placidium. Then, finally being able to use her legs properly,she bolted in the direction of the noise.

As the curiosity boarded the cart, Ahri watched helplessly, berating herself for allowing it to escape.

I just wanted one thing! Just one! And she refuses to give it to me!

Am I losing my touch?!

Absentmindedly pulling hair out of one of her tails in her frustration, she suddenly noticed the scent of her curiosity, even as the cart began to become smaller and smaller.

I'm not done with her yet.

And if I stay out here by myself I'm going to lose my mind thinking about this.

And with her mind made up in an instant, Ahri began to trail the cart, while hidden well within the shadow of the forest.

The first thing Irelia noticed, with immense relief, was that the pain had completely stopped.

Then she became aware of her surroundings. Everything around her was pitch black and somehow there was not even the faintest trace of light or sound. Then something roared at her.

"Well, what are you waiting for!? Stand up!"

Turning around, despite the complete lack of any light she caught the outline of a monsterous suit of armor at least 8 feet tall standing only a few feet behind her. Unable to find anything that resembled a weapon, she began to work herself to her feet, catching glimpses of the outline of her own armor as she stood up. Determined to leave without this behemoth tailing her, she decided to ask an intentionally obvious question.

"Where am I?"

"And what sort of infernal question is that supposed to be?!"

"Well, I'm sorry for not being able to guess!"

"There is no 'where' woman. You're dead! You're nothing but a soul to be taken to the Shadow Isles!"

As Irelia, dumbfounded, tried to grasp with what the suit had just said, something flickered directly behind her and began exuding warmth in her direction. Without even turning to see why Irelia made her next decision based entirely on instinct.

I have to stay here.

"And if I don't follow you to the Isles?"

"If you don't? There is no don't! You follow me or I torture you until you do!"

Irelia sat down on what she assumed was the 'ground' in this place and which seemed to be becoming silver as the flickering grew in strength. The armor sighed in response.

"The one time I fill in for the warden and this happens. You should probably be grateful that this at least is only going to hurt once!"

The armor pulled out an enormous mace with one hand.

As Irelia watched her weapon appeared in hers.

I have absolutely nothing to lose.

So she charged first, slamming the blades into the creature's armor.

It swung its mace a second slower, missed as Irelia ducked out of the way and in response she slammed her blades into it again and swung straight down. The armor just laughed and her entire chest began to feel like someone was rearranging it bit by bit. Not even fazed she charged again. The armor blocked and with one swing of its mace threw her upwards.

Landing, again completely unfazed, Irelia stared as 4 deep red spirit blades materialised into existence, and everything around her slowly became the same shade of deep red until even the armor could no longer be seen or heard.

Confused and having decided that it couldn't be anywhere worse than literal death,, Irelia simply let the crimson red and the surrounding warmth consume her.

Terrified out of her mind, Soraka rapidly tried once more to distance herself from what was happening in front of her. The mortally wounded Irelia lay in front of her and despite the enormous importance of the captain to the Ionian forces in general, she still felt guilty trying to devote her time to her mortally wounded friend instead of the many injured soldiers still piling in.

Then she began to heal Irelia and everything got far far worse.

"Aaaaah!"

As pain threatened to overcome her she backed away from Irelia's body before determining the cause as quickly as she could.

Ok. They've cursed her. So if I reverse that….

As she reversed the curse, Irelia's soul very nearly disintegrated before Soraka's eyes. Letting the injury lie where it was Soraka just barely held the soul in place with her magic.

She's slipping! I can't…!

I'm going to hold her! I have to!

Her bodies too frail to keep the soul in place but if I heal her I'll lose her soul!

I don't have a choice!

Despite her heart blindly insisting that she hold onto the soul for dear life, Soraka tenuously let go of the soul and with all her strength blasted Irelia's body with healing magic.

The bleeding stopped. The soul, with its tether completely gone, fractured straight down the centre. And without even stopping to think Soraka hurled it straight into the first thing she saw.

Irelia lay completely still.

Soraka, suddenly realising what she had just done, felt her heart leap out of her chest.

And when after a few minutes, Irelia woke up, grabbed her weapons and stormed out the room Soraka found she was unable to lift a finger to stop her.

As Irelia swept through the battlefield, her blades whirled around her rapidly felling groups of Noxians as they approached her with ease. Even as larger groups approached her this only seemed to indicate how one sided the battle had seemingly become as they too were slain.

And even as Irelia took blow after blow only one thought seemed to occupy her mind.

More.

Even as another group attacked Irelia let her strikes rejuvenate her as the enemies fell.

More.

As she waited in desperation for more Noxians to attack her a silence rapidly fell over the battlefield. In a a blind fury she began sprinting away from the Placidium towards the position of the enemy back lines only to find the last of them in full retreat.

MORE!

Her blades flew through the air. More Noxians fell even as the lines retreated and the remainder disappeared out of view. And as the vast emptiness inside of her threatened to rise to the surface she did the only thing she could.

She started searching for slower Noxians to kill.

With the Placidium spontaneously erupting into celebration, in a futile attempt at easing the guilt on herself Soraka barricaded herself inside her living quarters and slammed herself down onto the bed. Then, lying paralysed with fear, she immediately broke down into tears.

What felt like an eternity seemed to pass as she lay still on the bed, determined to apologise to Irelia and yet unsure of the implications that such an action would create. Then someone knocked on the door.

Petrified of being confronted, Soraka held her breath, lying as silently as she possibly could on her mattress, mentally preparing for the worst. There was another knock. Soraka willed the room to be completely silent so whoever it was would simply leave her in peace.

"Soraka? Are you alright!?"

Why can't Karma just leave me alone for once?!

"Don't come in! I'm not feeling well!"

"Do you need someone to help you?!"

"No! I mean...!"

Refusing to detract more people away from the celebrations, Soraka opened the door to the room herself, only for Karma to immediately back away as the door opened.

"Soraka?! Are you sure this is a good idea?!"

"What do you mean? It's not infectious, it's just…."

Soraka paused, unsure of how to drag herself out of the situation without getting nervous and giving the whole thing away. Then Karma did it for her.

"Well it's just Irelia appears to be in the same situation and I thought that…!"

So determined was Soraka to apologise, that she didn't even wait for Karma to finish talking before she went to find Irelia to clear her name.

Every time a celebratory firework exploded in the might sky outside, Irelia knew she should have felt pride growing inside her. Instead, she was slamming her fist into the wall. Repeatedly.

In the distance another firework sounded and slamming her fist into the wall, she revelled in the feeling of pain that it brought before the silence brought her crashing back down again. Unable to feel even the slightest shred of emotion, in the silence after the firework Irelia stared blankly at her surroundings until suddenly the door slammed open. Turning around she saw Soraka standing there with a look of shock on her face and let her vengeful thoughts slowly rise to the surface,. Then Soraka started to speak.

"Irelia….I'm….. "

Irelia watched her move closer with intense interest, not even caring what actions her mind would come up with.

"I'm sorry."

In response Irelia grabbed her by the throat.

"You came here to apologise!? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

Letting go of Soraka, entirely for dramatic effect, she watched as the Starchild hit the ground.

"I didn't mean to….it just…!"

"Oh, you didn't intend to….I'M NOT EVEN HUMAN ANYMORE! I'm just this…THIS THING!"

"I placed your soul inside your weapon so it wouldn't disintegrate."

"Shut the fuck up!"

And no matter what it appears to be like, you still have a soul. You're still human."

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"And I want to repay my debt to you for this tragedy."

"If you expect me, to ever talk to you again, then you can just go the fuck away AND NEVER COME BACK!"

Soraka didn't move.

Irelia, now too hoarse to yell and consumed with murderous thoughts, left the room instead and walked straight down to the tavern, leaving Soraka in her wake.

In the dead centre of the Shuriman desert, a mysterious figure walked amongst the sand looking for, as always, his compatriots. They were either late or far more likely, he was early. Then something slammed into a dune several yards away. This repeated itself until eventually once again they were united, although apparently some of them were rather livid.

"She's not dead!"

That got his attention. Being blunt was a trademark of all of them, but also incredibly useful and time saving.

"What do you mean, she's not dead! How can she still be alive?!"

"Something must have saved her from the afterlife. Something strong, that we could not have foreseen."

Another voice, finally from someone more senior than himself.

"THE STARS ALLOW US TO FORESEE EVERYTHING!"

"It's not over yet. We just need to…end her ourselves."

"Noxus has already been forced back. The war is in an unwinnable position and they are not going to continue fighting."

"Then we just need to find somewhere else then. Everything else has worked, I see no reason for our plan to fail now we are so close to success. Amrer!"

His associate, finally, was listening to reason.

"Yes Master!"

"Go to the Shadow Isles. Stir things up. And this time I expect results!"