Author's Note: OMG OMG OMG I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY! I finished this chapter in like... August, but I haven't been available enough to post it... Wow, I am an extreme procrastinator... But, Rivalries is one year old now! :D Celebration! Haha... I really did not upload much... But this chapter is pretty funny! I have improved my writing for some time, and the change in writing might be a little abrupt. And also: these are MY ships, and if you don't like them, you don't have to yell at me, please. Just don't read the ships you dont like, but the humor is great ;)
Um... I'm an official Bronzie in ranked flex, and uhh... These chapters might be a little behind in the season, because there might be mention of pink wards in the next chapter. WAIT I WONT SPOIL ANY MORE SORRY. okay have fun reading.
-Moondance55
"Lux you must hurry up, we are going to be late!" yelled Garen from the kitchen in the small apartment they had rented in front of the Void portal. It was ramshackle and full of peeling paint and rusty pipes, but it was something, since they had arrived at 1am this morning. Garen didn't like to be late.
"Brother, it's too early..." Lux whined from upstairs, her voice muffled, "I don't wanna move..." Garen huffed and opened the door with an effort to broadcast the noise to his sister. He suddenly gasped.
"Lux! You have to come, there's a double rainbow!" He yelled.
"Where?" Lux was dressed and downstairs in a second, running outside and looking around. She then realized her brother's plan and crossed her arms, glaring at him. "Very funny," she growled, the most unamused expression on her face.
Garen shrugged, pulling on his armor, "It was the only way to get you up," he replied, tossing her a scone, "We're leaving right now."
Lux bit into the cold scone and sighed, dejectedly following her brother towards the Void portal. She went through the checkup and security before entering the portal. It made her sick to the stomach, and all of the swirls made her almost vomit over the edge where her brother was. She wasn't that mean, but really, it was sickening.
Finally, the turmoil was over, for the portal's swelling lessened and opened up to a place that was almost as bad as the portal. 'I don't think I can stand this anymore,' she thought, running to the nearest bathroom and puking the scone she ate all into the sink.
Lux returned to her brother, who was waiting patiently at the exit. He spoke nothing, and began to march through the Main Street, following the directions the summoners had given them. "Let us sing the Demacian Anthem!" Garen bellowed, his voice echoing through the empty void. Quite literally empty void.
"I can't sing, Garen," Lux groaned, hugging her stomach, leaning on her brother, "This stuff is making me... Weak." Nearly collapsing, she managed to stagger to the front porch of Malzahar's home.
"Oh, Luxanna, my dearest sister," Garen stopped and hugged her small body with his thick arms, "I am so sorry I did not realize your sickness before we arrived here in the Void, let us hope that Malzahar has some medicine for your illness."
"Illness?" snorted a voice from behind them. The two Crownguards whipped around to see two figures, one burly and quite broad shoulders and the other short and wily. Immediately, they recognized the two, for they were none other than Darius and Draven.
"So now the little light Mage got sick?" Draven sneered, "Too bad you're not the awesome Draaaaveeen, who never-"
"You get sick, Draven. All of us get sick," sighed Darius, as if they had went through this so many times, "Just... Go inside." He rubbed his temple as if he was sick of his younger brother, which he probably was.
Draven shrugged and walked inside, leaving Darius with Garen and Lux. Garen stood up and in front of his little sister, protecting her from Darius. "You will not touch her," he growled threateningly, "If you lay a finger on her, I will-" Before he finished his threat, Darius brushed past Garen and poked Lux in the shoulder, raising a brow at Garen.
Garen's face turned red with anger. "You-" he snarled, "You dare?!"
Darius just shrugged and walked away, slamming the rickety door behind him. Lux watched after him, and then looked to Garen, who began to flip imaginary tables. "Garen, brother, it's okay," she said slowly, unsure of his reaction, "Darius just poked me."
"He laid a finger on you!" Garen yelled, his voice echoing around, "He dared do that?! How dare he! Do you need any hand sanitizer? Noxian sanitizer? I have-"
"Don't worry about-" Lux began, standing up and trying to haul her brother away from his bag.
"No!" Garen screamed, resisting his sister's advice, and pulling out a large bottle of hand sanitizer.
"Garen you idiot!" the light Mage shrieked, "That's not hand sanitizer! It's poison! Get it away from me!"
"Hand... Sanitizer!" Insisted Garen, shoving it towards her, who refused to even touch the bottle, "Luxanna Crownguard?!"
"No it's poison!"
"Hand sanitizer!"
"Poison!"
"Hand sanitizer!"
"Poooiiiiiisssooonnnn!"
"Hand sanitizer!"
Darius watched this from an open window with a chuckle. He stood up and pet the voidling beside him with his large, coarse hand. "You're a cutie, aren't you?" the Noxian murmured, before turning his head to the door, where he swore he saw Draven's axe flying past
"Draven?!" Darius yelled, running to the hallway. Again... He saw the end of the axe and his rump. 'Yep that's him for sure,' he thought, before running after him. He turned a corner and suddenly, a bulky form just like him also turned the corner and the two collided.
Darius leaped back and clenched his fists. Then he noticed it was Garen, the Might of Demacia, and he dropped down to a fighting stance. "Lux?" Garen rubbed his eyes before glaring at Darius, "You're not Lux... You're Darius, who touched my little sister! How dare you?! I will shower justice upon you, villain!"
Darius sighed. "I'm not a villain," he simply spoke, "For I am-"
"Villain! I will destroy you for the sake of Demacia!" Garen bellowed, rushing at the other with clenched fists, "Die!"\
"Woah, I don't wanna-" Darius began, but a blinding flash of light shone from behind him, binding him down.
"We've got you now!" Lux's voice came from behind Darius, "Go my brother!"
Darius barely had any time to turn around before Garen's whole body slammed right into him. He didn't fall, but managed to push the other away from him and run towards Lux. Lux screamed and hugged the wall to avoid the single man stampede, before Darius was gone after a puff of dust.
"Almost got him," huffed Garen, walking over to Lux, "Let's go find him and beat him once and for all." He helped her from the wall before crushing her in a brotherly hug. "Dear Lux," he wailed, tears welling up, "I am so sorry I tried to give you that poison earlier... It was my mistake, entirely."
Lux hugged her brother back, "Aww it's okay, Garen," she was close to tears, "It wouldn't have happened if Darius didn't decide to poke me."
"We just need to get revenge on him," Garen declared, wiping tears from his eyes and looked fiercely to his sister, "Any Noxian will pay for crossing our paths today."
"Even Riven?" Lux asked cautiously, laying a hand on her brother's broad arm.
"Even Riven."
"But she's not even... Noxian... Anymore..."
"Any Noxian-Born person will receive Demacian punishment."
"... Okay..."
"Stand, sister, we have much to get to," Garen pointed his nose to the ceiling in a victorious stance, "Let us fight, for Demacia!" He raised a bulky arm in a determined way.
"For Demacia!" Lux finally had the stomach to scream and shout at the top of her lungs along with her brother, blue eyes sharp with ferocity.
Darius sighed and glanced around his surroundings. It seemed quiet. Too quiet for his liking. He let out a roar and smashed a fist into the wall next to him, and surprisingly, it crumbled, revealing a dimly lit pathway filled with voidling poop and the smell of decaying bodies. It seemed like the axe man's cup of tea. He shrugged and walked inside, one hand cautiously holding onto the thin walls.
He heard a noise and immediately turned around to face the "attacker" and came nose to nose with Diana. She let out a shriek of surprise, as the Hand of Noxus snagged her collar and pinned her against the wall. "What the hell are you doing here?" Darius snarled, brown eyes glinting with a thirst for bloodshed.
"U-u-uh..." Diana sputtered, unable to produce any words of explanation, scrabbling at the strong hands that gripped the front of her pale blue shirt.
"She's with me," a voice spoke from behind Darius. He turned and saw Leona, who had the tip of her sword pointed at him, "Let her go and you won't be hit with a ray of sunlight."
"All yours, sunshine," Darius shrugged, and let Diana fall onto the floor. The Scorn of the Moon scrambled up to her feet and ran behind Leona, looking fearful. Leona let the sword fall and hugged Diana preciously.
DeeDee what was I supposed to do without you?" the Radiant Dawn wailed, smashing the other female in her thick embrace that Darius knew to avoid at all costs. It was much too warm.
"Uh..." Diana frowned, awkward as to that Darius was watching and pushed Leona away, "Leo, you should probably explain why we're here."
Leona sighed and stood up and faced the man. "Well..." She glanced around and suddenly grabbed Diana's arm, "DeeDee run!" The two females began to run, pelting through the hallways and sending up a cloud of dust in the air.
Darius scratched the back of his neck in confusion, and stood there, utterly puzzled. "Well that was random," he grumbled to himself, "This mansion gets more confusing by the second." Then he noticed something on the floor, a dust covered scarf buried beneath the broken floorboards. A tiny speck of familiar blue winked at him from beneath the planks. He leaned down and snapped the sharper edges of the boards, before he tugged the baby blue scarf of the Might of Demacia, Garen.
It smelled dusty and old, so Darius just left it there, rolling his eyes before heading back out through the false door, brushing voidling poop and dust from his shoulders. It was close to noon, and his large stomach began to rumble. 'I'll go see if Draven wants anything.
Lux collapsed against a thick and sturdy wall, clutching her growling stomach, letting out a groan of agony. "I'm so hungry!" She complained, rolling over on her side and blinking her baby blue eyes. Garen stood beside her, crossing his burly arms. When he heard her fall, he had came next to her, but didn't stoop down, for he was afraid Darius was going to hurt her.
"Lux, it is only eleven o clock," Garen frowned, looking at her, "It has only been two hours since we have come here. Why are you so hungry?" Lux glared at her brother, before turning away pointedly and pouting. "You are such a baby sometimes," he shook his head, sighing, "I will see if there are any good Demacian dishes around here. Please wait and do not leave from this spot while I am gone. Got it?"
The light Mage nodded numbly, and her brother left without another word. She heard the door slam shut, and the walls of the corridor seemed to get tighter and tighter. 'I can't stand this any longer!' She thought, shivering, before rushing over to the nearest window and throwing it open. Immediately, she was stunned by the mustached face of Draven, sitting on the edge of the window. He cocked a brow and flashed a smile at Lux before jumping down and dusting himself off.
"Draven? What're you doing here?" Lux asked, crossing her arms accusingly. She wasn't as surprised as she was annoyed.
"Looking for you," Draven smirked, before rolling his eyes, "Not in the romantic way. But I have a plan that will only work with you alone that I've been trying to do for so many months." He pulled out his extremely shiny black Samsung Phone, tapping at the screen for a few moments, before handing it to Lux.
Lux's eyes read the words on the screen, and immediately, her face turned red. "Wh-wh-what is this?!" She gasped, dropping the phone on the floor and covering her face.
"Hey!" Draven cried, examining his phone for any cracks. He only found a smear of voidling poop on it. Taking out a handkerchief, he wiped the area before checking his reflection in the reflective screen. "It's called 'fanfiction,'" he explained to the mortified Lux, "You haven't read them before?"
The mage's eyes opened. They were wide. "It's not true, is it?" She asked quietly, covering her mouth with her hands.
"That? No," the axeman shook his head, "Well, not yet, that's what. And that will explain my plan. It is to-"
"Get Garen and Darius together to fight to the death, kiss and then make up," Lux finally snapped out of her trance, looking at Draven with total clarity. The other blinked, confused.
"Weren't you just horrified by what you just read literally two seconds ago?" Draven was still processing her extreme mood swing.
"Yeah, but I got over it, can I read it again?" Lux asked, her face serious, and quite scary.
"S-sure, you don't have to be so serious about-"
"A glare silenced Draven.
After several moments of analyzing the fanfiction, Lux turned to Draven, returning his phone and snapping her fingers. "I've got it," she said, smirking with a devilish look on her face, "I have a perfect plan. And now... I just need to text one of my very good friends..."
"Luxanna! Luxanna!" Garen yelled from the living room. He had been searching for an hour now, but still have not found his sister. "Please come out! This joke is not funny!" He wrung his hands together worriedly, eyes scanning the room.
"Your sister's in the torture room," came Draven's voice from Garen's right. Garen whipped around to face the Glorious Executioner, but he saw no one.
"Where are you?" Garen roared, turning around in all directions, before seeing Draven's smug face from room. When the Might of Demacia noticed him, he grinned widely and ran, leaving a trail of dust and a few voidlings scurrying after them.
"Here, Garen~" teased Draven, smirking and taunting the breathless Demacian, "You can't catch the mighty-" he was cut off short as a strong hand dragged him down to the floor. Garen had inhumanly ran up to Draven and pinned him down to the floor, murder in his eyes
"Where. Is. My. Sister," Garen spat, blue eyes glaring.
"O-over there!" Draven stammered, suddenly scared, and scampered into the nearest room, slamming the door shut. What Garen didn't realize, was that Draven had crept to the "torture room" through the false hallways, nodding to three shadows before entering the bright room.
The double doors slammed open, and Garen burst through, panting and looking around blindly through the fluorescent lights. "What the-" he muttered, and something hit him on the shoulder. It was a basketball, rolling from the impact on his shoulder and to the feet of the legendary Dunkmaster Darius, who had a look of murder on his face.
"Give back my brother," Darius snarled, picking up the basketball with his large hands and dribbling it next to him, eyes literally flaming.
"You give my sister back, first!" Garen replied, forgetting that he had seen Draven earlier, and that was who lead him here.
"I know you have him," Darius growled, "So I challenge you to a basketball duel. If you win, which is impossible, then I'll return your sissy." He gestured to Luxanna, who was pretending to be tied up in the corner. "But if you lose, I get to take my brother and your sister."
Garen's eyes widened, but they narrowed in concentration. "Agreed," he spoke without regret, flinging the heavy armor off of his muscular body, before facing his nemesis with bloodthirsty eyes.
"Just a moment, gentlemen!" Came Draven's voice from a microphone, his voice booming throughout the gym. The two glanced over to him. He was in his Prime Time Draven getup, a glint in his eyes. A large spotlight of golden light was shining upon him, and the bleachers were suddenly filled with roaring fans. Lux, finally, hidden by the large groups that cheered, snuck away into the false wall behind her.
Voidlings scuttled around, keeping the basketball court clear. Draven leaned forward on the podium he stood behind. "And so, ladies and gents, we are now, experiencing the heart quickening duel between the Might of Demacia, Garen, and the Hand of Noxus, Darius!" He paused, to let the mass scream with delight. Demacian supporters shouldered on their blue and yellow shirts. Noxian fans tore off their jackets, to show their red and black shirts. "Silence, fellows!" Draven laughed, glad for all of this attention. The audience fell silent. "A proud sponsor, or shall I say sponsors, are Leona, the Radiant Dawn, and Diana, the Scorn of the Moon. And a shoutout to the Lady of Luminosity, Luxanna!" More cheers erupted from the crowd.
Another beam of light illuminated Lux, changed into a stunning baby blue, dandelion yellow, and cloud white cheerleader getup. She waved light sky blue and golden yellow pom-poms to the Demacian side, flashing her brilliant smile with bright white teeth. "Let's go Demacia! Let's go Garen! Let's go!" She screamed, a giggle erupting from her pale beige lips.
On the other side, another beam of light landed on a white haired female, wearing tight black leggings, gloves, a short skirt of crimson red, and a revealing top made of dark storm grey and lining of silver. Her brown eyes shimmered with embarrassment, and a dark red blush dusted her slim cheeks. "G-go Noxus!" she stammered.
"What's that?" Draven grinned, leaning to Riven, "Louder!"
"Louder!" the Noxian crowd echoed loudly. The Demacian side booed.
"Go Noxus!" Riven hollered on the top of her lungs, causing most to cover their ears, "Go Darius! Spread the enemy's blood across the floors of the gymnasium!" The Noxians screamed with delight, their voices hoarse.
"We've got our cheerleaders, our contestants," Draven continued to speak in his announcer's voice, "What do we need next?"
"DRAAAAVVVEEEEN!" yelled the crowd, Demacian and Noxian.
"What was that?" Draven cupped a hand around his ear, "I can't hear you!"
"DRAAAAAAAVEN! DRAAAAAAAAVEN! DRAAAAAAAAAAVEN!"
"Aw, yes!" The Glorious Executioner waved his hands, causing their chorus of noise to get increasingly louder, "But today, sorry folks, is not all about me." A few boo's. "I will turn the attention to my dear brother, Darius, and his sworn enemy, Garen! The bet is set on high stakes. Will Darius win and take Lux and I to his home? Or will Garen become the victor, taking back his sister and ruining my brother's reputation? Who knows?"
"Garen! Garen!" Shouted the left side of the bleachers.
"Darius! Darius!" screamed the right side.
"And let the games begin!"
The gymnasium was filled with the noises of screaming, hollering, squeaking and cheers from the two cheerleaders. It was crazy, a large ray of sunlight focused on the basketball court. Darkness swallowed the audience, but Draven was still under the spotlight, running commentary as the game continued.
"And Darius goes on for his legendary slam dunk." A loud roar of excitement. "But oh! Garen has leaped up to cut it off! Is there someone who can match his legendary dunk?" Boo's from the Noxian side. Screams of joy from the Demacian side. "And they're trading shots, it'll be a tie, at this rate!" A few shouts of encouragement murmured through the crowd. "Oh, is this drama I see? They're shouting at each other, but it's incoherent in the roar of the happy crowd. Let's see blood! Let's see battle!" The audience echoed his last two jeers. "And they go again, winning and loosing, always staying balanced. Is this Garen finally stepping up his game I see? And he made it! A dunk, admittedly better than my brothers! Beautiful!" The Demacian side screamed with excitement once more. The Noxian side began to protest, some standing up and shouting for Darius to go ham. "Look, ladies and gents, sweat coat their muscular bodies, but they're still not tiring! Let's go! We want to see drama!"
"Drama!" echoed the crowd.
"Madness!" Draven encouraged, "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Riven and Lux went up with the cheer, and soon the whole room was filled with "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Draven sat at a table, swirling wine in his glass, girls swooning over him. He supervised the two men who were blushing furiously, shy, and stealing glances at one another. "Don't be so shy," he teased, looking at the two.
"Don't be shy," Luxanna grinned, sitting at the same table with Draven, drinking milk in her lovely glass.
The four of them were in a restaurant near the Void Portal. It was made of a sweet smelling wood. The tables were granite with edges of mahogany woof stained a pretty russet color. Most customers were gone, to avoid this strange group, especially since all of the girls surrounding Draven. Their voidling duties were finished, and there was time for the celebration of a tie between the two, Garen and Darius. At the end, a hidden figure and Lux pushed them together, earning a gasp from the crowd, as the two accidentally mashed their lips together.
They both kissed again, seeming to like it. Lux was so happy, and Riven seemed bothered by something, so she decided to leave. Leona and Diana decided to sneak off with a third shadow following them. Draven had puzzled over it for some time, but ignored it, thinking it was his imagination.
So now the two, originally rivals, sat together at a table set for two, awkwardly holding hands. Luxanna had snapped so many pictures and sent them on the Runeterra chat they temporary banned her from sending any more of the pictures. Everyone except a few were hysterical on the chat, either super happy, like Taric, or extremely disgusted, like Annie or Amummu.
Suddenly, the restaurant became quiet when Darius challenged Garen to an arm wrestling challenge, and a chant filled the room
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Author's Note:
Clarifications if you need them
-Draven is not going to get a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. The only one he's getting is himself, sorry boys/girls.
-Lux does have a girlfriend. And no it is not Ezreal.
-Garen and Darius are... Together?
-Yes, Malzahar does have a gym. The only ones using it is... you guessed it, no one. It's useless.
-Voidlings have feelings too.
Is that it? Idk, but feel free to ask in PM or reviews! Thanks for reading!
~Moondance55~