So about two weeks later, here ya go! Sorry i was so late, but there were tests and everything. End of the year projects, ugh. Anyway, I have made another chapter. This is really angsty. Sorry if some of you don't like it. Regardless, I tried to do my best, but this probably wasn't it. Just please read and enjoy. I hope it was worth the wait (don't forget to review and follow and crap!).

Reviews: ElectricSword: No, it made sense, but remember, her mind is still foggy. Want she thinks happened, may not be what others had seen. Her reaction at seeing what she did to those men who worked at the teleporters was that of horror after all. Consider it akin to amnesia, where she has little to no memory, and that memory she does is foggy. All she remembers is lots of violence and blood, not specifically death.

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Nami sighed as she closed the door behind her, locking Shyvana's door behind her.

"So…she any better?" Soraka asked her friend.

"Well, she ate some soup at least," Nami said running her hand through her hair. "But that's all I could get her to do. She's still sulking in her room, her eyes aren't as bright as they used to be, and anything she says is quick and to the point…I like old, violent Shyvana better than this."

"Well…I liked it when she controlled her violent side," Soraka said but nodded. "She was better back then…it's been two weeks, she will get better though, right?"

"I mean I hope so, let's hope Sona and Ahri are having better luck on their end.

Ahri slammed her hand on the table, her tails whirling around her in fury. "What do you mean he's not here?!" she snarled at the receptionist who took a nervous gulp in terror, a bead of sweat running down her forehead.

"I-I mean he's not h-here, h-he hasn't come to the I-Institute in since yesterday, a-and even then, a-all he did was go to h-his room."

"So he's still there."

"M-most likely," the terrified receptionist said, watching Ahri storm away, up the stairs to his room. Sona sighed and strummed lightly on her ethwahl, calming the woman. "Sorry about that, my friend is a bit, tense, due to stuff that happened."

"Did she have an affair with him?" she asked, always eager for new gossip.

Sona laughed as much as someone who couldn't speak, could, strumming happily on her weapon. "No, no, nothing that scandalous, just fighting between friends. Anyway, have a good day," she said before heading up after Ahri.

Ahri could be heard from the second floor, pounding on Jarvan's door. "Open up you ass! I know you're in there! I can hear your shower running!"

As if to prove that he was there, the shower turned off. "See, I know you are, now get out here and fight me like a man!"

Sona caught up to her, panting for breath as she stood next to the agitated fox. "Okay, screw this, we're breaking his door. On the count of three Sona…1…2…"

"Wait Ahri we don't have t-"

Her golden letters in the air were ignored as Ahri cried out, "3!" and rushed the door, slamming into it and bounced back, falling onto her ass, groaning. "Ow-ow-ow-ow…"

Sona rushed to her side and sighed in relief. It was just a bit bruised. She then smacked the bruised, making the kitsune look up at her with big, innocent, fox eyes. "I was going to say we can't just break it down. Remember? All of them are protected with magic."

"Oh…yeah…I forgot…" she said with a sheepish grin before scowling again. "We still know he's in there, so why doesn't he open up?"

"Maybe you scared him away? Just try knocking normally okay?" Sona offered. She wanted to knock his lights out too, but she knew how to handle people.

"Fine, fine," she stood up and knocked calmly on the door. "Jarvan, open up at least a bit. We do need to talk about the situation with Shyvana."

Slowly, ever so slightly, the door opened until they looked up at Jarvan's unshaven face. He looked like shit, but not as bad as Shyvana did.

"What do you want?" he said, glaring at the two of them. "I don't have time for this."

"Yeah, you do," Ahri said, glaring up at him. "You know how many problems you're causing for us? Hmm? Do you?"

"I don't care," Jarvan said, his face remaining stoic. "Do you know how many men of mine she killed?"

"No and I don't-"

"Two hundred."

Ahri just stared at him, her jaw dropping. "T…t…two…hundred people…as in humans…right?" Her face went pale, as did Sona's. "B-but Jarvan, you know that wasn't her, right?"

"That's not the point." He sighed deeply, a troubled look on his face. "Two hundred men dead. Some with families, some who were my good friends, some who I dealt with on a daily basis…"

"Jarvan, neither of us knew, we just wanted to-"

"About four hundred people I had to talk to recently and tell the news. It's one of my duties after all." He obviously wasn't done talking. "I had to tell them all, I'd had to listen to maybe half of them say I told you so, and the others say that they wanted Shyvana dead." He ran his hand through his hair. "I'll deal with her later, but for now, leave me be." He then closed the door without another word, leaving the two woman out there.

"Um…so that's…a thing…" Ahri said, for once at a loss for words. "Um…well…our plan's gone now."

"Yeah…" Sona said, setting down the pan she had had with her the entire time. Don't ask where, she wouldn't answer. The plan was to open the door, hit him on the head, drag him away, and make him forgive Shyvana. Well, it was Ahri's plan, nobody said it was Sona's.

"So um…what do we do?" Sona asked, turning to her friend. "We need to fix this someway right?

"Yeah, we do, but…" Ahri sighed, flopping onto the ground. "Uuuuugh, why can't we all be happy so I can tease the two of them about them going out~! At this rate they never will!"

Sona sat down, rubbing the vixen's ears. "Now, now Ahri, we'll figure something out. For now, let's see how Shyvana's doing okay?"

"Okay," said Ahri, still pouting a bit. "I wanna get back to teasing them…"

Sona smiled at her friends face, kissing her forehead. "We will soon, don't worry about it."

"I hope so," Ahri said as they stood up, brushing off their clothes. "So, how about we return the pan first to the kitchen, hm?"

Shyvan laid on her bed, curled up as she stared out the window. A tiny sparrow nestled on a branch outside her window, chirping happily which made her smile softly. The window was open, a soft breeze blowing through it, cause Nami said it might make her happier and feel better. She reached out to touch the bird but it flew away, making her sigh softly.

I just want some nice things to stick around for a bit, is that so much to ask? She curled up a bit tighter, feeling the tears build up again. Damn you Ahri, Soraka, everyone, for making me more human…

She rolled over to her side and stared out the window, her mind sluggish. All she could think about was how mad Jarvan had seemed, with an occasional flashback to some blurry image of what she had done. It aggravated her that she couldn't tell when each flashback was or in what order or really what was there, but there was almost always the color red in her flashbacks.

From blood or anger she didn't know, but a sinking feeling inside of her told her it was the later of the two.

She sighed and rolled away from the window, tired of the lights. She reached out and pulled down the blinds, muffling the sounds of the outdoors as she closed her eyes. Maybe some more sleep will help, she thought to herself. She rolled around a bit, bringing the blankets around her head and curling up into it was a large pile of blankets in the center of her bead, the pillows under there with her.

She felt her eyes tear up. Maybe I should have died with my father, then none of this would've happened. Stupid Shyvana! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

She could hear the clicking of her lock being undone, and knew it was either Ahri or Soraka, as she had given them her two spare keys so that they could get in and visit her whenever they wanted to check up on her.

Outside, Ahri held the door closed and looked at Sona. "I know you haven't been there to visit her yet, and I'm telling you, she doesn't look good, like, not at all. I mean physically she's all healed up, but mentally and emotionally, not so much." Sona nodded. "So like, um, don't mention Jarvan, or anything okay? We're just gonna make sure she's alright."

Sona smiled and handed Ahri the bowl when she asked for it, picking up her instrument off the ground. "Nice of them to give us some more soup for her. Has she not been eating enough?"

"No, she really does need to eat more." She gestured Sona to hold the handle. "Well, it's now or never," Ahri said, watching her open the door.

The blankets rustled softly and Shyvana poked her head out. She had large bags under her eyes which were red from crying. Not her usual fiery red but the kind where you know the person was crying recently. Her hair was a mess and tangled up, her face was drawn out and tired, she looked like she hadn't had slept well in ages.

She laid back down in her ball when she saw who it was, letting out a weak hello.

Sona stared a her for a few moments. This was nothing like the Shyvana she remembered, not the strong, kick-your-ass-if-you-piss-her-off one. What the hell did that magic do to her?

She looked at Ahri with a WTF face, to which Ahri grimly smiled and shrugged. 'Warned you,' she mouthed before walking into Shyvana's room. She set down the bowl on a table next to her bed, turning to Shyvana.

"C'mon, you know you need to eat." She said, looking at Shyvana's curled up form with worried eyes.

"Not hungry…" came out from the bundle of fabric. "Don't wanna…"

Ahri sighed and reached out, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off of her. "You need to eat to keep up your strength and so you can live."

"…Don't wanna…" was her only response.

"Don't wanna eat or don't wanna live?" Ahri asked jokingly, reaching out to ruffle her hair.

After a moment of silence. "Both."

Ahri's hand froze and she stared at her, shocked into silence. Sona stepped forward. "Shyvana…did you say what we thought you said?"

"Probably," she said without humor, rolling away and curling up.

"Shyvana," Sona said, reaching out and gently toching her shoulder. "Don't be like that. We can help you, alright?"

"No, not alright." She looked up, tears forming again. "Did any of you guys talk to Jarvan?"

"We did but-" Ahri started only to be interrupted.

"You two did?" She asked

"Yes but-"

"How many died?" she asked softly.

Sona shook her head. "Shyvana what matters isn't that, it's that we get you out of this mood and-"

"How…many…?"

Ahri shook her head. "We're not gonna-"

"Twenty? Thirty?" Shyvana asked, hoping for the best.

Sona and Ahri shared a look. "Two…hundred…" Ahri muttered softly.

"W…what'd you say?" Shyvana asked, hoping she heard wrong.

"Two hundred," Sona repeated. "Two hundred people died."

Shyvana just stared at the golden number in the air before they dissipated, falling apart and scattering. "I…" she just sat there, in shock. Two hundred? All of them…dead? Because of me? What about their families? Their friends? Kids? …oh god… she thought.

Slowly, her head sunk between her knees and she just sat there, Sona and Ahri not sure what to do. Ahri sat down on the bed and wrapped her tails around her as well as an arm, Sona going on the other side to comfort her as well.

Shyvana' shoulders began bouncing as heartretched tear after tear came out from her, held in between two other girls that were great friends of her's.

"shhh," said Ahri, looking up at Sona, then at her instrument and back at Sona. Sona, getting the message unwrapped her arm and set her ethwal on her lap as Ahri kept her hand running over Shyvana's back. "Shhh, we'll work through this okay? Just calm down."

Shyvana's crying only got louder and stronger, not willing to fight against the help that was being offered to her, she wrapped an arm around Ahri and buried herself into her side.

Caught a bit off guard at Shyvana basically agreeing to this, Ahri smiled softly and ran a hand through her tangles hair. "Shh, shh," she said softly, while still rubbing her back with her tails.

Sona began strumming softly on her ethwal, Ahri humming along with the tune. Shyvana could feel her tears slowing, her body calming down and she wiped them away, looking up at Ahri.

"T-thanks," she said softly before closing her eyes.

Ahri said nothing but kept humming and Sona kept playing until Shyvana was fast asleep on Ahri's arm.

This was almost painful to write...oh well, whatevs. So yeah, review, favorite, and follow, until next time, Qopster says Ciao!