"A small push can detonate a small courage within oneself."

Mordekaiser wondered why things did not work out well for him sometimes. Sometimes things would work out decently.

Most of the time they did not.

Sitting in the middle of his dormitory, the iron man mashed the buttons of his controller as he moved his character around an annoying puzzle. Not long after he arrived in the Champions' Break, he went through plenty of trouble getting accustomed to its antics. He was plentifully surprised to see Thresh again, but their reunion was bound to occur. After all, the Shadow Isles officers knew each other all too well to actually avoid one another.

The armored warrior rolled his neck as he shot down a bunch of roaches with his character's weapon.

"This Pipboy is growing on me," he muttered to himself as he continued traversing through some sort of apocalyptic world.

That was, until his time of peace was interrupted.

Something blew open the door.

Perfect, the lord of undead thought as he got up from his comfortable couch. I wonder who it is that wants to bother me in this lovely day?

Mordekaiser trudged over to the entrance.

Only to find himself standing in front of… himself.

The Iron Revenant blinked. So did the Iron Revenant.

"…? What the-?" Mordekaiser muttered. "What am I doing in front of me?"

"…Isn't this my dorm?" Mordekaiser 2 asked. "Why am I in my dormitory?"

The two Mordekaisers stared at each other.

The lord of undead inside the dormitory stared at the lord of undead outside of the dormitory.

Both of them were lord of undeads.

"…This is my dormitory," Mordekaiser finally spoke after a moment of silence.

"Yes, it is," the second Mordekaiser admitted. "And it is also mine."

"And it is mine as well."

The two Mordekaisers blinked as they turned to the Iron Revenant's throne, only to find it turned to the entrance's direction.

Another Mordekaiser remained still on the throne. This Mordekaiser, however, was different. He had a purple party hat sitting over the horn on the center of his helmet.

"I am Morgekaiser," the Mordekaiser wearing the party hat announced.

"…Okay," the other two Mordekaisers responded soullessly.

"Is that how you treat a family member?"

"You're not my family, dammit."

Morgekaiser sighed as he got off the throne. He wordlessly flew out of the giant window behind the throne, shattering the glass.

The original lord of undead blinked, his clone doing the same. Right before they were able to comprehend the situation, another voice of Mordekaiser boomed from the iron couch in the dormitory.

"I am Morgekaiser Junior," Morgekaiser Jr. introduced himself as he stood up from the couch.

"Shut up."

"…Okay."

As Morgekaiser Jr. followed his predecessor's fate and jumped out of the glassless window, the Iron Revenant asked his clone, "What's going on?"

"How am I supposed to know?" The second Mordekaiser scoffed as he crossed his arms. "I bet this is all a bad nightmare."

"Aren't all nightmares bad, though?"

"Shut up."

All of a sudden, the entire roof of the Champions' Break was torn off. Looking up at the missing ceiling, the two Mordekaisers saw a huge… Mordekaiser looming over them.

"I am Galactus Mordekaiser," Galactus Mordekaiser introduced himself. "Come; let us destroy the world together."

Before any of the two Mordekaisers were able to respond, however, a Fabulous Mordekaiser popped out of nowhere, his torso armor missing, as he announced,

"I am the true Mordekaiser, the most fabulous of all. Bow down before my-"

Fabulous Mordekaiser was struck down by some Mordekaiser with a red axe-guitar. Pleased by the violence, the guitarist Mordekaiser laughed like an insane Brazilian as he screamed,

"I AM THE TRUE MORDEKAISER, THE MOST VIOLENT OF ALL! BOW DOWN BEFORE MY-"

Galactus Mordekaiser smashed the guitarist through the ground, leaving a Mordekaiser-shaped hole on the ground. Charging towards Mordekaiser and Mordekaiser 2, the giant roared,

"I AM THE TRUE MORDEKAISER, THE MOST POWERFUL OF ALL! BOW DOWN BEFORE MY-"

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Mordekaiser blinked, his eyes wide and open.

He was greeted by the sight of a simple ceiling looming over him. No Galactus Mordekaisers, no Mordekaiser clones, no Fabulous Mordekaisers…

Just him and the ceiling.

The Iron Revenant sighed in relief.

Another day had come.

Another day in the hellzone known as the Institute of War.

He knew that one day, he was going to meet his own demise due to the insanity the champions brought. He seemed alright at the moment, however, so he deduced that he could spare their lives for a bit longer.

"I'm going to kill my stress by snapping people in half someday," he muttered grouchily as he picked himself up.

Getting up from the sofa, he walked over to his refrigerator and tore it open. Plenty of drinks.

Too many drinks.

No food at all.

Who needed food when they had Brazilian fruit punches pre-made, anyway?

Snatching one of the fruit punches contained in a crude iron bottle he made on his own, the Shadow Isles warlord walked out of the kitchen and returned to his living room. He sat on the couch with the drink in hand.

A few seconds after he landed on his couch, something knocked on the door.

Not once, not twice, but thrice.

What the hell, Life, he seethed as he summoned his strength to get back up. I thought we made a deal not to tick each other off.

Apparently, life loved to make itself rough for Mordekaiser.

The lord of undead trudged over to the entrance, his eyes half-closed as he slammed the door open.

Standing in front of him was a dark-blue-haired woman with a red-and-white dress. Her frail figure was naturally colored with a porcelain tone. What caught the iron man's eyes were the foxy ears resting on her head.

He realized the ears were actually real when he took a closer look.

Oh, they're not fake.

An annoyingly perky smile lay in the woman's face.

"Hi!"

Mordekaiser slammed the door shut.

A few seconds later, the woman knocked on the door again. The lord of undead opened it instantly, wearing a genuinely annoyed expression.

"Hi!"

Mordekaiser shut the door.

She knocked again.

He opened it again.

"Hi!"

Mordekaiser shut the door.

She knocked again.

He opened it yet again.

"Hey!"

Preventing himself from shutting the door instinctively, the Iron Revenant snapped as he roared, clutching his head as he abruptly leaned towards her. His eyes screaming for mercy from the most pointless interaction he had ever experienced so far, the Master of Metal yelled,

"STOP!"

"No!"

"GEEEARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Summoning Nightfall, the Shadow Isles officer raised the mace over his head as he grit his teeth, his bloodthirsty eyes locked onto the annoying woman. He swung with all of his might.

Only to let it crash against the ground next to her.

"Okay," the Shadow Isles champion seethed. "Alright. That's how it is, huh? I'll give you one last chance to explain why you're not leaving before I twist your guts inside-out."

Her eyes widened, the woman spread her smile a bit wider.

The lord of undead stared at the fox-lady intently across the kitchen table. The woman remained seated with a cheeky smile.

"…Let me summarize this in my own head," the Iron Revenant said as he pressed his fingers against his helmet as hard as he could. The dark-haired Nine-Tailed Fox, Ahri, nodded.

"So the first thing you did in a public party was flirting with Tryndamere, who is married with that one Frost Archer. The next thing you did was flirt with Ezreal, who always has an annoying amount of fans in any public place. You also proceeded to go full ham by flirting with as many 'legal' men as you can before not only getting kicked out of the party, but getting shunned for disturbing the husbandos' waifus."

Though Ahri did not understand the last particular part of Mordekaiser's summarization, she nodded. Her smile shrunk into a tiny frown as she sighed.

"It sucks."

Her frown quickly reverted back into a smile as she chirped, "But hey, I still haven't talked to you yet! What are you, anyway?"

Mordekaiser blinked.

He then grinned viciously as he snickered menacingly.

"Me? Well, I am one of the most powerful Shadow Isles warlords to have ever existed in Runeterra. Having served the most powerful king to have ever graced this world, I am the paladin of pain, coexisting with dread and burritos.

"You may call me Lord Mordekaiser."

It was Ahri's turn to stare blankly at the Iron Revenant.

She then asked, "So Morde, why are you all up here alone?"

Sometimes, Mordekaiser wondered why he introduced himself with an intricacy that carried the risk of getting him ignored.

"None of your business," he grumbled as he crossed his arms, leaning back on the steel kitchen chair. "Also, what kind of a useless, bumbling idiot are you to get kicked out of a party like that? You're no different from the typical drunkards."

"Hey!"

Ahri puffed her cheeks as she, too, crossed her arms. Leaning back as well, the woman lowered her head while keeping her eyes on Mordekaiser, mumbling, "I'm not useless."

"Oh really, now? You fit every description of a typical drunkard, though; careless and insensitive to those around oneself. Even I don't do that sh#%."

"I hate how you're labelling me with such a profound title," the Nine-Tailed Fox muttered as her ears slowly drooped down.

Mordekaiser raised an eyebrow, staring at the woman for a brief moment.

Really, some people were too nosy and emotional. No one in the current generation could take his remarks without being all butthurt about it.

"So what're you gonna do?" Mordekaiser asked roughly. "Wait it out? That's just like what a drunkard would do, y'know."

"I…"

After thinking over the situation a bit more, the woman sighed with a defeated tone. "I came here for advice, honestly," she admitted.

"…Just go get advice from Ryze or something."

"Ryze is too busy being a fanatic over his books."

"Heimerdinger."

"Heimmy's going nuts with a new invention."

"…Okay, fine. Viktor. I'm sure Viktor of all people wouldn't be busy, right? The last time I saw him he wasn't doing anything-"

"Viktor is working on some sort of joint project with Swain."

Clutching his head, the lord of undead roared as he repeatedly slammed his face against the table. After five swift blows left the table fairly dented, the Shadow Isles warlord grit his teeth.

So that's how it is, huh? The Iron Revenant thought with malice. I'm the only guy who doesn't do anything out of this flock of braindead warriors. Times sure have changed…

Had it been many months before, Viktor would have been wasting time hacking into Jayce's social network accounts. Had it been many months before, Heimerdinger would just sit in front of his table, thinking endlessly without coming up with something actually useful for himself.

But it was not many months before. What mattered was the present, and the present was different. Time was truly a powerful adversary.

Really, though; why did the Nine-Tailed Fox even decide to get his help rather than the help of others?

He found it somewhat strange, but did not suspect her of trying to find a way to hurt him. Her mind seemed too preoccupied with plenty of matters.

The Iron Revenant rolled his eyes.

Still, he got the feeling that the fox-lady's dilemma would keep him constantly thinking. And he hated constant thinking; it hurt his brain and was (probably) genuinely bad for his health.

Directing his eyes towards his fridge, the Master of Metal spoke,

"Stop relying on others, you idiot. Stand up for yourself or die out of stress without doing so. No one's going to constantly babysit you when you explain yourself to others and try to change."

"…"

Ahri blinked.

Mordekaiser stared at his fridge for a bit longer before noticing the moment of silence. He glanced at the Nine-Tailed Fox.

The woman seemed surprised by something, and he had no idea as to what it was.

"Now get out," he demanded. "I really don't want to spend any more time talking about this pointless crap!"

Remaining still for a few seconds, Ahri reluctantly stood up, her hands behind her back. She thought of what to say before coming up with a perfect response.

"Okay."

Making a very small smile, the Nine-Tailed Fox walked towards the entrance of the dormitory. Mordekaiser sighed as he stood up, walking over to his fridge to take out a can of Mountain Dew.

"Mordekaiser, right?"

The lord of undead turned as he found the woman facing to his direction. Her expression, however, was much different from before.

With a genuine, but small smile, Ahri told him,

"Thanks."

And with that, she left.

Mordekaiser stared at where she left. And he noticed that some sort of emotion boiled within him. What was it, one may have asked. But it was all too clear that the Iron Revenant recognized the strange feeling within him.

It was anger.

Because the woman did not close the door on her way out.

"CLOSE THE FREAKING DOOR, YOU NUMBSKULL!" Mordekaiser screamed in rage. Despite Ahri quickly rushing back to shut the door, the Iron Revenant tore the Mountain Dew in his hands in half as he threw the pieces at the entrance. The Nine-Tailed Fox closed the door before the metal pieces hit her.

Her small smile spread into a wide one as she giggled.

For a huge, armored warrior, Mordekaiser was pretty funny in a unique way.

Unique, indeed.

The next day, Mercedes visited Mordekaiser to report on several topics.

The first thing he told Mordekaiser as soon as he met him involved the Summoner's Rift. Many changes were brought to the League of Legends during Mordekaiser's absence. Not only were there new items to collect from the shop, but there were also new gimmicks that the high summoner was pretty sure Mordekaiser would enjoy.

Another topic he brought in was a new request.

Sitting at his kitchen table, the Iron Revenant ate from the lasagna he heated up before asking, "What's this about 'Garen,' again?"

Mercedes sighed as he took a bite out of the hamburger- the BigJaw- he bought from McSion's.

"Garen's going to be doing a checkup on the Champions' Break's. If you don't have anything to do, you could help out."

The lord of undead blinked as he stared off at his television's direction.

"…Give me ten burritos that would legitimately impress me and I'll do it."

Mercedes sighed as another problem jumped onto the bandwagon of problems he already had. Still, he wanted the Iron Revenant to fit in with the other champions whether he liked it or not. Though he had little power over Mordekaiser, he still knew how he worked. Thus, he approached the lord of undead with some of his thoughts held back.

He wasn't scared of him, though. At this point, his insane experience with being the Iron Revenant's contract-summoner was frightening to the point where so many things became less scary to him.

"Consider it done," the summoner mumbled, causing the Iron Revenant to snicker.

The next day, the Iron Revenant would not find himself snickering.

Author's Notes

I got busy despite my wishes to update this story a bit more frequently. But in the end, the thought of my readers waiting for more chapters ｆｉｌｌｅｄ ｍｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｄｅｔｅｒｍｉｎａｔｉｏｎ．

Also, in case you are wondering why this chapter is not "Super Mega Death Mordekaiser," it's because I pulled it for the chapter after an incoming recreation of one of Steel Revolution's oldest chapters.

So I returned. Woo hoo. Winter Break approaches and so are Steel Re-Revolution's chapter. I'm still a bit busy atm, so once I update my Smash Bros story, Out-Smasher, and outright complete my experimental RWBY story, Five Arabian Nights, I will be gone until Winter Break arrives. On my part it starts around 12/18/2015, so that's just… 10 days. Expect more activity when that day comes!

Also, there was a small boom of fan art for Steel Revolution despite my absence. I was pretty surprised; and I really thank you all for your contributions! Again, it ｆｉｌｌｓ ｍｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｄｅｔｅｒｍｉｎａｔｉｏｎ．

Remember, Reviews are like drugs to us authors. We relish upon it, we get addicted to it, and we get motivated. And not to mention, but it ｆｉｌｌｓ ｕｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｄｅｔｅｒｍｉｎａ-

I'll stop.

-NK-