Man, I suck ass at writing fights. How do y'all do it? I just default back to dialogue whenever I run out of ideas. And even then, Ezreal is really difficult to do right.

Speaking of ideas, I really didn't expect this first arc to last so long, even if its just about 2k words per chapter which is pretty small. Kinda makes me wonder how long actual arcs I've thought up would be. But that begs another question, how do I balance Ezreal, servants, plot and other League characters at the same time? Whatever, I'll improvise.

Anywho, please enjoy the chapter!

Ezreal then awoke.

The familiar sense of pain surrounded his stomach area, he saw Harith's expression of release and just past it, Jack who was "playing" with Nana and Kor, while he was still gaining strength in his body, his magic on the other hand was intact.

Squinting his eyes and glancing at his gauntlet, Ezreal is able to mutter out quietly "My bag...potion."

"I know, you provided us all with potions...but I'm not healing you. My chronomancy pauses and restores your body. If I use the potion, I'll have to stop using my magic and it will be left up to chance to heal you..." Harith trails off, they got the meaning across to Ezreal.

"...Go ahead...I have to get up." Ezreal murmurs with a smile "Hehe, I'm the number one Explorer...this is just embarrassing if I stay down."

Harith pauses for a moment but moves in to quickly apply the potion "I'm going to stop my preservation magic in just a moment. It'll hurt like Shuriman spices."

"Good thing I've been to Shurima then..." Ezreal grins before its quickly covered by a shrill cry which totally didn't sound like a damsel in distress's cry.

You have no proof.

"Pfft. Mummy is so funny." Jack giggled while atop a ledge looking downwards towards the rest.

"I'm very funny, yeah..." Ezreal has a bit of a complicated expression as he looks towards Jack, while still laying on the ground, unable to get up for now and still feeling very weak "Nana, Kor, Harith. Lay down your weapons for now. Or uh, magic in your case, Nana."

"What?! What's going on in your head Ez?!" Nana cries out, still not removing her magic boomerang for now.

"There's...been a minor misunderstanding here. And of course it was a little girl, they always have twists to them..." Still very tired, Ezreal opens his arms as he mutters to himself "Oook, lets hope I don't mess this up."

"Ezreal...what are you doing?" Harith has a slight suspicion, though not as confused as Nana, is still very wary.

"Jack...no more playing for now ok." Ezreal calls out to Jack, though hastens their speech slightly when they notice a pout on her face "C-Can I get a hug though?"

At this, there were very well suited, yet also exaggerated in Ezreal's opinion, Nana's jaw dropped, Kor's eyes widen in confusion and Harith raises a brow while looking concerned "Maybe the state of blood loss is causing delerium..."

"Would we ever!" Jack has an estatic expression she jumps down form her high vantage point and practically glues herself to Ezreal who grunts in pain and surprise afterwards.

"Yep...there there Jack." Ezreal has a pained tone as he rubs Jack's head awkwardly.

He has no idea what he is doing. But it is working.

"Um...Jack." Ezreal starts.

"Yes mummy?" Jack replies, looking up at Ezreal, due to Ezreal's blood being fresh from the wound, Jack's face and hair are covered in blood, how macbre.

"Its nice being warm...right? I know you want to go back...to feel the warmth of me, right?"

Jack nods in response.

"Well...I'm not that durable...if you cut me open like that, it will kill me and I'll become cold." With another hand he ushers for the other three kids to calm down, now that the danger has passed, they just seem more confused than anything.

Jack gasps in response "We don't want that...We want to be with you forever."

"Well...There are other ways. Jack...the blood. Try having some." Ezreal mutters, looking down towards his skightly gaping wound.

"Ok wait a second!" Nana now intervened "You gotta explain some stuff mister!"

Ezreal has a strained laugh and smile "I guess...long story short, I'm in charge with caring for Jack here. Speaking of, how are you feeling?"

Jack finished drinking after a few more seconds and makes a satisfied noise as if she had just drank a cold glass of soda.

"Great! This red milk is very filling." Jack cries out.

"Please don't word it like that. But I guess my blood got to be the tastiest, after all, you wouldn't believe how many beasts try to get a bite out of me...I'm stalling aren't I? No more stalling." Ezreal grunts for a moment "Make a pact with me, Jack. So I can supply you with energy."

"Of course!" Jack then stands up as a faint red glow comes out from underneath Ezreal's gauntlet "We are Assassin, Jack the Ripper. Please take care of me, mummy."

"Ehehe...I'm male though...so why am I your mommy?" Ezreal mutters to himself quietly, squinting his eyes slightly as he begins to view Jack almost in reflex.

Name: Jack the Ripper

Class: Assassin

Parameters-

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: A

Mana: C

Luck: E

Noble Phantasm: C

Class Skills-

Presence Concealment: A Plus

The ability to remove oneself from existance itself while being present. Not only erasing from one's view but also their scent, hearing and even through magical means of observation. It is ranked higher due to the skill "Murder on a Misty Night".

Personal Skills-

Murder on a Misty Night: A

At night, enhances Jack's speed and ability to blend into the shadows and avoid being noficed. This can also be used in the day time or daylight hours, however requires a luck roll. At E rank this skill succeeds one out of 10 times.

Mental Pollution: C

Mental interference whether through psychological or magical means are negated as long as they are Rank C or lower. This raises if the one designated her "Master" acts cruel and worsens her mental health. The skill cannot be reduced under Rank C.

Information Erasure: B

The sdcond a battle finishes, eye witnesses or related individuals lose memories regarding the characteristics of Jack, including her looks, appearance and abilities. This also applies through observing through digital, magical or remote viewings. This loses effect on those that are uble to deduce Jack's identity.

Surgical Procedure: E

Jack is able to provide medical treatment, this ranges from developing simple drugs or performing rough surgeries. It should be noted that treatment provided by Jack is crude, bloody and most likely leaves clear scars, however does work in restoring one's body.

Noble Phantasm-

Maria the Ripper: D-B

The four rank D knives of Jack are the Noble Phantasm. Furthermore, upon the completion of a chant, Jack can inflict extra damage in a strike. Even more damage can be inflicted if three conditions are met. It is night; the target is female; the surrounding area is misty.

The Mist: C

Jack can release a mist of sulphuric acid, she can choose who is harmed by the mist however indiscriminately obscures vision, hearing and scent of all within it. Individuals within the mist, even if they are powerful enough to not be harmed by the mist, their speed is magically reduced by one rank and possibly keep them from moving. Those within the mist, if their Magic Resistance is D or less can be shown Jack's memories of the 80,000 dead children of London.

"Jack...I have a question." Ezreal begins after viewing Jack's statistics and skills "You're very skilled for your age...but can you help patch up the cut you gave me. It is hurting me...just a tiny bit."

"You screamed like a Silverwing though." Harith pitches in, again with a raised brow "I guess it makes some kind of sense if...Jack here knows a bit about the human body, but is this really a good idea."

"It hurting just a tiny bit." Ezreal repeats "It'll be fine. I trust Jack."

Jack practically gleams at this "Mummy trusts us..!"

"Um...Nana, Harith, Kor. You may want to leave and wait by the entrance, this could get messy...make sure to take whatever seems valuable on your way out. And be careful ok?" Ezreal says with a bit of a strained smile.

"I would stay and help with my chronomancy but...it won't be good to split up..." Harith mutters.

"I don't trust!-...h-huh?...I've forgotten her name...but I'm sure she said it earlier..." Nana seems a bit confused at first but continues to slightly glare at Jack "If I could, I won't just leave you here."

Both vastaya glance at each other, then to Ezreal and then towards Kor.

"Haaa..." Kor seems to sigh "I'm always the one to make decisions like these. Harith, Nana. Let's trust the professional here. Whatever happened here...Ezreal probabaly knows the girl here. And as weird as...everything is right now. We can discuss it later when we are more safe. Let's head out."

"You're the boss." Harith states, though not without handing his own potion next to Ezreal "Use that alongside...whatever you're going to do to heal. I can tell this is going to be a bit gruesome."

"I...would give you mine Ezreal. But you said to always have at least two potions in a group with you, and we all only have one each so..." Nana seems to hesistate.

"No. I taught you guys well. Being a little greedy is always rewarded in this line of work anyway, hehehe- ghhk! It hurts to laugh...alright now the three of you, get out of here for now." Ezreal gestures for them to leave.

"..." Jack seems to seem a bit too eager to hold her four scalpels atop of Ezreal's sort of damaged stomach.

"...Please be gentle. Please?" Ezreal did not shiver in fear, you have no proof.

Ezreal shakes slightly, while he was fully healed physically thanks to Jack's stitches and the healing potion closing up any lingering injuries, the mental scars leftover from being stiched and cut alive caused a little trauma. Only psychopaths would not be at least a little traumatised right?

"Th-Thank you Jack...you did great." Ezreal's voice quivers for a moment but retains a little of Ezreal's confidence "Now you can say with pride you treated the number one explorer...hehe, way better than Shuriman witch doctors thay took a look at me before."

Jack is currently sat in Ezreal's lap, honwstly, it was a bit of a trial for her to be able to sit there due to his inexperience wifh children and how to interact with them, however with Ezreal's knowledge of all of the chidlren's past and a puppy eyes look, it just sort of happened.

"Mhm, we have many skills, mummy! Are you proud?" Jack tilts her head slightly.

"Yes. I'm always proud of you Jack." Ezreal knew what to say, he was always good with social situations even if he wasn't used to interacting with children.

"Even if...We are not a good girl?" Jack asks quietly.

This causes Ezreal to pause. This was such an introspective question. While the obvious answer was either yes to appease Jack's emotions and feelings, given how volitile she was. Or the other obvious answer was to say no and help mould Jack to be a better person and not stabby happy.

But something about both options just...felt off to Ezreal.

He saw their past, all of their pasts. He saw the ugliness of humans, how they manipulate even children to how they want and had taught them for the sake of themselves rather than for the good of the child. He saw how severely each child had lacked in integruty and genuine feelings.

Thus, Ezreal hesistates.

No jokes. No misdirection. No quips.

Silence.

Without the faking, without the facade, without the mask. Ezreal has nothing. So he is silent.

At least, for a moment.

Hesitant at first, Ezreal makes another genuine statement. He has had a lot of those recently, and it is usually with his servants. Is he becoming emotionally dependant on them?

"Yeah...I think. I'll be proud of you, even if you are a bad girl sometimes." Ezreal pats Jack's head, a lot less rigid and awkwardly than at first.

"Mhh...this feels nice, mummy."

"Yeah...hey, Jack. Can I tell you a bit about myself?"

"Of course, we want to know more about our mummy."

"Well...I'm kind of like you. My parents left me as well." Ezreal admits, upon doing so, Jack looks up at Ezreal with a sad expression.

"Oh...but...you're also different. You had the choice to grow..." Jack mutters.

"Yeah...so, Jack. I can understand you a bit. So, I can say with full certainty, thank you for being born." Ezreal says while hugging her gently.

"..."

"I'm so proud of you for being born. All of you, you deserve to live life. So please be happy you're alive, proud to be alive." Ezreal feels Jack shake slightly in his arms.

"Mummy...you are so kind." Jack starts.

"This isn't about me, Jack...You deserve this chance, I hope you'll take advantage of this second chance to be happy. Since...everybody deserves to have loving parents." Ezreal feels a wet patch on his shirt once more, yet rather than blood, it feels a little less warm.

"Mummy...you're so, so nice...We think...your mummy and daddy would be proud of you two...thank you." Jack's voice quivers "Thank you."

An understanding between two people that were left behind. Those who were searching for their parents who had left too quickly, too early.

In the end, they didn't realise they needed one another to fill that void.