A/N: Hey :D sorry about the wait, please enjoy the chapter

"Shit"

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"this chapter made me smile. i enjoyed read it, it was a nice, simple chapter. the character development seems to be going well too, so keep up the good work."

Thank you

"this chapter made me smile. i enjoyed read it, it was a nice, simple chapter. the character development seems to be going well too, so keep up the good work."

Thank you

"I find it impressive how Vatra can lose. I've seen an AP Garen carry the shit out of a game, but it was probably a Challenger Smurf, and he used an actual build. Faker could probably pull an all Void Staff Zed, but not many others. This is an interesting story and I look forward to more. Keep up the good work."

Will do

"Hey!" Calls out Ahri when she spots Vatra.

Vatra looks back, his expression brightening.

"Hello!" He calls back, waving at her.

Ahri skips past the crowds of summoners and champions to reach him, her white tails brushing against their sides. Oblivious to the annoyed stares of the people she had just passed she stops in front of Vatra and smiles a wide grin.

"I have a special surprise for you today." Ahri says seductively, poking her tongue out slightly.

He pauses for a few seconds.

"What kind of surprise?" He asks slightly more seriously. "You didn't prank me again did you?"

"Haha no. This is a real surprise and besides, you should have seen the look on your face when I switched all of your underwear to panties."

"Not really." He sighs "So, when is the surprise?"

"Well, I will only show you the surprise if you choose me in this coming game and win." Ahri replies with a wink.

"But I was going to…"

"No but's," She says as she gently presses a finger against his lips.

Vatra flushes red much to his embarrassment

Ahri then turns around and walks off, leaving Vatra standing there dazed.

"But… my team agreed that I would be the jungle role this game…" He murmurs to himself quietly as he watches her curvy body walk off.

"What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" Vatra repeats to himself as he paces down the halls of the institute.

He then feels a pat on his slightly slumped shoulder.

"You better not throw this game." Threatens his teammate behind him. "I am on my promotional games to silver."

He then walks off toward the summoning rooms.

"If you do lose me the game! I will kill you!" He shouts backward at Vatra.

Vatra cringes slightly. Once he has composed himself, he continues on to the summoning halls.

He stops, looking up at the huge oak door with a purple curtain draped down the sides of the door.

"Well, here goes nothing." He exhales before gently opening the door with a creak and stepping in.

Inside the dark room is five floating purple orbs made out of arcane energy, pulsing ever so slightly, almost waving in the still air of the summoning room.

He glances up, receiving four deathly stares. Vatra is now notorious around the wood and bronze league for being one of the worst players in the history of the league of legends.

With their hawk like stare on him, Vatra slowly moves to the last sphere of purple light.

"Sorry guys." He mumbles ever so quietly to himself.

He stretches out his hands and hover them over the sphere, thin tendrils slide along and crackle at this palms. He then begins waving his hands skilfully over the sparking surface, feeling the power course through his veins, images of all the champions in the league glimmer inside the sphere, motioning his hands around the ball with crisp precision, Vatra shifts the portrait of Ahri forward. Her image then turns grey.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" One of his teammates scolds from across the dimly lit room, his sphere quivering under his voice.

Vatra keeps his head down.

"Hey! I am talking to you!"

"Leave him alone." Another interjects "I can win us the match."

"You!? Ha, I have seen you play and…"

The rest of Vatra teammates begin arguing.

"We will never win at this rate, I guess I will have to say… that…" He mumbles to himself.

"Hey…" Vatra speaks up.

All their attentions turn to him, three of them scornful whilst the fourth teammate is sympathetic.

"If I end up with more than three deaths and lose us this game…" He gulps before the next words come out. "I will get all of you a date with Ahri."

"Now, you're talking." One of them say

The arguing soon dies down.

Once everyone has a grey portrait of their chosen champion within their arcane spheres, the game begins.

In the calming dim amber light of her room, Ahri lays idly on her soft white bed, humming a tune. Miniscule orbs of light form around her, soon growing into a wavy blue blanket of light.

"Oh, it is starting." Ahri muses as the light engulfs her.

Her feet gently land of the cold stone bricks of the summoning platform with a tap. Stretching her arms and cracking her fingers, she sizes up her team. Leona and Caitlyn stand next to each other shaking hands, Aatrox brandishes this wickedly sharp sword admiring its shape and the last champion her eyes set upon is Lux.

"Hey! What is going on here" Ahri questions aggressively.

Lux looks down at Ahri with a sneer.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to fight in the same team with Noxian scum, but instead I got a whore, how unlucky of me."

A shaky voice slips into Ahri's thoughts

"I was going to tell you but you walked off before I could. Sorry"

Ahri almost winces as she hears his words.

"The jungle?" She relays in her head.

"Yeah, sorry."

She trudges over to the store keeper and buys a 'hunter's machete' he looks at Ahri as if she had lost her mind.

"Did you want a 'doran's ring'" He asks as she turns

"No, I will be taking this." She replies pitifully.

Waiting at the golem camp, Ahri swishes her tails and inspects her dainty hands while, Aatrox scratches the soil with his sword, ready to fight. Soon the golems appear, prompting Ahri to start. She sends out her orb, colliding with both the lizards and the giant golem. She continues to fire flickers of arcane energy from her orb until the golem falls to its knees and crashes into the ground.

She winks at Aatrox before he moves to his lane and looks down.

"Where's the buff?" She asks herself panicked

"Oh sorry did you want this?" Lux sneers, her legs surrounded by the familiar blue ring.

"Dammit, I should have smited" Vatra thinks to himself with a cringed face.