Hello Fanfiction! (for those who wanna skip the wall of text go to TL;DR)
It is I, support velkoz, and this is my first story , though I've been here for a while just lurking around and reading fanfics by the masters i.e. Waddlebuff, Cerubois, Supreme Distraction… I mained Morgana in a very brain-dead-farming fashion out of bronze then expanded my pool of midlaners from 1 to about 2 dozen to fight my way to silver 1 where I am now as of Season 7's 2nd week. Despite that, Morgana remains very close to my heart.
Seeing as to how it is around the end of the year and I don't have very much to do I decided to just sit my ass down for a few hours and write something about a beloved champion of mine and, of course, her dear sister.
With that being said, since this is something I write purely for fun, I have no intent of rushing things. I will take my time and just ramp things up very, very slowly so if you saw the M rating and thought this was a MorganaxKayle then no. Get out. Now. Or stay. There will be action… just not those two I don't think… This story focuses a lot on what I feel is the backstory behind Morgana's descent and I just love delving into all the little things that make her the way she becomes, so like I said definitely a lot of build-up.
Feedback is appreciated although I'm still trying to figure out the whole toolbar and all the stuff that comes within my writer's page so replies might very well be slow. It is very messy. I hope you enjoy the story though, have an amazing day, don't forget to smile and remember to honor. Cheers!
TL;DR. I write for fun. Thanks for dropping by. This story will be long. Hope you like it.
Chapter 2: Apart.
Months later…
Sparks flew in the air as the two swords clashed. Asri grinned as she locked eyes with her protégé. She was clearly enjoying herself, judging from the way her eyes shone with a barely-concealed glint of joy when the blades disengaged.
Her student, however, grimaced.
Morgana was not enjoying herself at all, even though her appreciation for the arts had certainly improved over the past months, wielding the large, clumsy and stupid swords, as she referred to them, had only gotten marginally more bearable.
After all, Morgana's favorite weapon remained the magic that could be commanded so readily at her fingertips. But at the same time, sparring was among the few activities that her mentor enjoyed, and in recent months Morgana found herself wanting to find more and more reasons to spend time with her now surrogate-mother-of-sorts, Asri. Why she felt the way she did, Morgana did not know, but it could very well be because of the widening rift between her and her sister…
Strike. Block. Parry. Strike. Block. Parry. Morgana let herself get lost in the repetitive pattern that she had come to know by heart as she danced with Asri in a deadly waltz of blades.
To the untrained eye, it would look as if the two were going all out at each other's throats. But every strike was calculated, and every movement was met gracefully by the opposing blade, though that grace was beginning to slip on Morgana's end as she was getting more and more tired.
A full hour of training could be taxing on the limbs.
Morgana grunted, stepping forward quickly as she thrust her blade right at her mentor's chest, aiming for the heart, her whole weight thrown into the stab. Too late, she realized, with wide-eyed panic, as Asri neatly sidestepped the dash, being the master bladeswoman that she was.
The blonde-haired youngster could almost see how, in slow motion, her mentor flashed her a cheeky little grin before slamming down with the hilt of her sword on Morgana's outstretched forearm, eliciting a cry from the young angel as she stumbled forward and fell down unceremoniously in a mess of tangled limbs and wings. Her sword fell to the ground, its solitary clatter loud in the deserted court yard.
Before she could turn around to face Asri, Morgana felt a sandaled foot step on her back to prevent her from getting up. She could tell without having to see that Asri's sword was being leveled at the back of her skull and immediately tossed all thoughts of turning the fight around out of her head. Not that she would be able to turn the tables even if she had tried.
There was only one way that this would end.
'Do you concede?', Asri smirked victoriously as she stared down at her student.
'Hmm?', Asri pressed a little onto her foot, but without any intention of hurting. There was no need to- with her sandal placed on Morgana's back between her wings her student was reduced to a state much like that of a turtle on its back; going nowhere.
'Alright… you win…', Morgana finally admitted, albeit grudgingly, '… again'. Morgana pouted as she pushed herself off the ground.
With a helping hand from Asri, the young angel got back onto her feet and began dusting herself off.
Morgana felt her mentor's hands caress her wings and went stock still. Freezing where she stood, Morgana wondered just what was going on. At her feet, she saw only one large shadow… which meant that Asri was standing right behind her back.
'Relax', a voice beside her ear breathed, tickling her earlobes slightly, causing Morgana to squirm. 'I'm just helping you dust off your wings.'
'O-okay', Morgana croaked as she broke the tension and whipped around hastily.
'O-hey!', Asri smiled, taking a hasty step back. She stared at Morgana, puzzled. 'Is everything alright…?'
Morgana blushed, wondering as she did so why she was even blushing for no reasons. Oh my god what is going on…
'N-nothing…', Morgana stuttered, then instantly blanched as her words reached her own ears, 'I meant, everything's fine!'
'Mmm…', Asri hummed as she recovered Morgana's sword and proceeded to delicately blow the dust off its sharp edge. Her eyes seemed focused on something in the distance, '…okay!'. She beamed at Morgana, who replied with a relieved sigh disguised under a smile. Both felt some of the awkwardness lift.
What the hell came over me? The question haunted the edges of Morgana's mind as she solemnly followed her mentor to take a break within the shades, the spot where Asri had touched her back still tingling a little with a sensation Morgana could not explain.
With a sigh, Morgana shook it off.
She had other things to worry about.
(break)
And one of the things that Morgana had to worry about was, uncharacteristically, her older sister- Kayle.
In the preceding months Kayle had… failed. There was simply no other way to put it. While she cared and loved her sister, and while she also tried to be the best that she could be as master of the household and her sister's caretaker at the same time, it had unfortunately not worked out.
Before, while our parents were still with us, Morgana thought with no small amount of bitterness, Kayle had been the perfect sister. Or as perfect as she could be, since she was able to balance her life at the Institute with her duties at home.
But now, with her duties at home stacked on top of the increasingly long hours of training she was putting herself through to as quickly as possible surpass the rank of Acolyte, there was little time left for any sisterly bonding. With the equilibrium shattered, there was only enough time in a day for one or the other, not both at the same time.
It depressed the both of them. That was the same.
Their methods of coping, however, were different.
Frustrated by her inability to remain close to her sister who, admittedly, had been fickle to start with, Kayle threw herself even more into her training. There were rare times when even she herself questioned what she was even achieving by spending so much time conjuring up and cutting down dummies, going for sparring sessions, and learning more Sefiro magic. Even Justicar Michael, her teacher, was concerned.
Angered, as expected, by her sister's attitude, Morgana found herself seeking comfort elsewhere. Asri thus became her sorta-surrogate-mother, though if anyone asked she would say they were more like friends.
Deep down, both were secretly convinced that their screwed up life would instantly revert back to normal upon their parents' return.
They were right.
But there was only one problem.
(break)
After scanning around to make sure no one was in the vicinity, Kayle rested her sword on its sheath and carefully placed it beside her. Kayle crossed her legs as she leaned back against the steps leading into the courtyard and cast her gaze up at the darkening sky. It had been a while since she had had the chance to star-gaze. Most nights passed with her scrambling back from the Institute to cook her sister and her a hasty meal before it was getting late and Morgana would make up some excuse to go to bed early, leaving her to do the dishes.
Years of having to deal with her childish sister had taught Kayle a great deal about the virtues of patience.
But still, entering a dimly-lit room to see her sister's back facing the doorway one too many nights made Kayle lose some of her excitement to even come home after dark.
Thankfully, though, tonight was one when she wasn't obliged to go home. Morgana had 'booked out', saying she was going to spend the night at Asri's. Kayle silently thanked her lucky stars for the instructor's willingness to take her sister in. Those two had been awfully close in recent weeks, not that Kayle minded.
It had been too long since she had time to herself and Kayle was beginning to miss what it was like to live without having to look out for her increasingly rebellious sister all the time. Mom, Dad, where are you now?, Kayle looked to the stars for an answer. They met her beseeching gaze with cold, white light.
That, and silence. The silence was not helping.
Out of the blue, her stomach grumbled. Kayle was surprised… she had forgotten that it had been hours since she had last had a bite. Gathering her weapon, Kayle began striding across the dark court yard in the direction of the Institute's main hall. Hopefully, she could grab a quick meal before it was too late.
Letting her mind drift, Kayle idly wondered what her sister was having for dinner that night. Asri did not seem like a woman who was much good at any things related to cooking, as far as she could tell, although Kayle tried to not judge too hard.
After all, her little sister would be in the young woman's care, and deep down Kayle wished only the best for her.
(break)
Over at Asri's…
Morgana let her eyes run across the furniture in the neat little dining room as she, for the third time in as many minutes, repositioned her and Asri's plates just so on their spots at the table. Everything was immaculately well-polished and had a feel of pure style about them, not that Morgana could claim to know anything about style. She took her time placing down the utensils in just the perfect position, something even she herself found weird.
Morgana was not usually a stickler for details. Being around Asri must have changed her, she thought as she took her seat, giving the dining room another once-over just to be sure. Of what she was trying to make sure of is as much a mystery to us as it is to hers.
Before long, her host sashayed out of the kitchen bearing sumptuous-smelling food.
'Woah…', Morgana clapped delightedly, as Asri laid down the dishes in front of her, 'I never would have known you were such a good cook!'
'Aww…', Asri smiled radiantly at her pupil as she took her own seat across the table from her blonde-haired companion. There was twinkle in her eyes, '…thank you!'
Morgana picked up her fork and spoon, and was about to spear a piece of meat before a thought flitted across her mind. Pausing, she turned her gaze towards her mentor. True enough, Asri was giving her an expectant stare.
Setting down her utensils, Morgana meekly smiled.
'Shall we pray?'
Asri smiled back. Nodding, she said;
'Lead the way.'
(break)
Later that night…
Morgana kneeled atop her sheets and furrowed her eyebrows as she stopped to wonder what Kayle would be doing at this time of night. While she did not usually let her concerns for others distract her from living happily in her own little world Kayle was someone close to her heart and it did hurt a little to look back and realize how distant they had become since their parents' departure.
Come back to us, Mom, Dad…Morgana silently wished, looking out the tiny window on the opposite wall, we need you.
Lost in her reverie, Morgana did not notice the slim figure leaning against the doorway to the room, its lower half bathed in moonlight.
'Something on your mind, Ana?', it called.
Startled, Morgana turned around to face her mentor. Only her sister called her that. How did she know? Morgana brushed the thought out of her mind as she smiled. Not that Asri could see her, though that did not occur to her mind at the moment.
They stayed like that for a few brief seconds, staring at each other in the semi-darkness. Just as it was starting to get awkward, Asri spoke.
'Can I, uh, come in?'
'O-of course', the blonde-haired youngster stammered, wondering as she did why the heck am I even stammering, 'eh ?… it's… your house after all…'. She trailed off, face flushed for no good reason. She folded her legs under her and sat back against the headboard, expectant.
'Ah', Morgana could hear the mirth in her mentor's voice as she padded softly towards her, 'right.'
Morgana half-saw, half-felt the far corner of her bed sink under Asri's weight. Before she could think of something to say just to break the silence, she felt a hand find its way onto her pajama-covered thigh.
Morgana flinched. The hand instantly retracted. The young angel trained her gaze on her mentor. Had she been able to seen Morgana's eyes, Asri would have noticed that they were like those of a deer caught in the headlight.
Asri sounded different when she spoke again.
'Goodnight', a shadow began quietly making its way back towards the door, 'Morgana.'
Had she had the presence of mind to, Morgana would have realized that she was now being called by her name rather than 'Ana'. But her mind was a mess as she sat there trying to grasp what happened, and so Asri sighed as her goodnight was met with silence.
With a click!, the bedroom door closed shut.
Outside, leaves rustled.
Morgana could almost taste autumn in the air.
(break)
'You are a sick, sick person Asri.'
'I know.'
'But it's okay though, she doesn't.'
'Yes….'
'I should probably stop talking to myself, eh?'
'Yeah…'
Asri bit her lips in frustration as her fingers worked feverishly beneath her bed sheets. Her forehead was heavily beaded with sweat, but she did not care. Feeling release close at hand, her pace quickened and the master bladeswoman let out soft little whimpers as she felt herself being brought to the edge.
And then she was riding it, her back arching, her nerves from top to toe tingling, her eyes wide open as she stared up at the ceiling… almost like as if she could see through it at the peacefully-sleeping angel that was her guest just one floor away.
'Morgana…', she groaned quietly.
And then the high was gone.
Asri sighed as she let the tap water run over her sticky hand.
Some of the residual fluids was still stuck in the sinkhole. She turned the tap to full in an attempt to flush it with water. Asri didn't want to touch it in the least bit.
In the sterile white light of the bathroom she looked like shit. Hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, mouth half open. Oh, and that crazed look in her eyes. Not to forget about that.
What the fuck are you doing with your life, she asked the person staring back at her from the glass. Truth was, she had no idea.
Had I been too rash? Should I have taken it slowly? Should I have…her eyes widened slightly as the thought struck her with the full gentleness of a charging minotaur… should I have drugged her…?
No.
Not like this. Asri shook her head at her own reflection.
It must be natural.
Asri sighed again, taking one last look at the visage of the sick-minded, twisted pervert in the mirror before making her way back to bed. It was still too early to be up and practicing for the day ahead, although she felt like she still had enough pent-up energy in her to just run a few rounds around the Academy nearby.
Anything would be a welcome distraction from the lust and depravity that was threatening to break loose and turn her into some sex fiend. Heaven forbid that.
Propping herself onto her elbows, she clamped her head between her arms and tried to suffocate herself for a good few moments before all thoughts of laying her hands on her young guest left her mind and Asri was left gasping . Her sheets made her itch. Maybe it was because of the sweat. Whatever, she thought.
Finally, Asri dozed off, her troubled mind not helped by the fact that she could hear every toss and turn of the young angel above her as she slept, adding only to her already twisted dreams.
What the fuck is wrong with me…
(break)
Upstairs…
Morgana wasn't sleeping so well herself, although her reason was much more innocent; she simply wasn't used to the bed.
It was weird. The sheets made her itch a little. The young angel tried to not be too concerned by it, though, as she knew she had a long day tomorrow.
Finally deciding that sleep would elude her yet again, the blonde-haired youngster sat up and leaned against headboard as she began to take a moment to reflect on her day.
Dinner had passed uneventfully, although a point to note was that Asri cooked really well. At least compared to her sister. Morgana smiled a little at her own comparison.
Kayle was much more proficient with a blade than with anything related to the kitchen. And she's a girl, Morgana thought glumly, aren't girls supposed to be good at that kind of stuff?
It did not occur to her to think that as a girl herself she was absolutely shit at anything related to cooking. But anyhow, it was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Morgana could not help but let her thoughts once again drift to her parents. Questions plagued her as much as they plagued her sister, but unfortunately for the young angel she could not throw herself into her training to distract her unlike the way her sister did.
What this resulted in was, unfortunately, a lot of time for her to think about all sorts of things; questions that only created more questions and more questions. You are probably just as confused as she was as she squinted her eyes at the jagged outlines of the Dark Mountains in the far, far distance.
'Heaven be damned', Morgana mumbled as she threw herself atop the large pillow and buried her face in the fabric.
I don't even want to think about what Asri did back there…Morgana groaned internally…oh my god.
Just what the heck is happening?
(break)
'I wished I had an answer to that.'
Kayle nodded, resigned, as she allowed herself to lean back in the plush seat.
Across the table from her Justicar Michael was seated in the host chair, which looked and felt much more uncomfortable than hers, seeing as to how it was made of solid wood. The Justicar had said before that he wanted to make his guests at ease when in his presence. Kayle personally found the plush seat a pain in the back, accustomed as she was to sitting with her back ramrod-straight at all times.
'No news about your parents, however', Michael gave Kayle a pitying look.
'O-okay', Kayle got up, not forgetting to push the chair in behind her. 'Thank you for your time, Justicar.'
Just as she was about to close the door behind her, her name was called. Kayle turned to look at her mentor, an eyebrow arched. Waiting.
'Your parents…', Justicar Michael started. Kayle's full attention was instantly caught and she looked at him expectantly.
If she would have known what was to come next, she wouldn't have allowed that hopeful smile to tug at the corners of her lips. Alas, Kayle was no clairvoyant.
'-they…', Justicar Michael swallowed ,despite himself, as he met his student's hopeful stare with his own downcast gaze, '…they have been sent to war.'
(break)
Support Velkoz's note to readers:
I just got back into playing League regularly again (5-8 matches a day) so I will be writing a lot less. This story isn't abandoned, however. It will just come even more slowly.
Forgive me.