Chapter 1: A Situation

[Akali]

I woke to bright sunlight streaming through my window. I smiled, 'another tranquil morning at the Institute!'

Or so I thought.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

I groaned. "Shen! I didn't take your underwear! Go ask Kennen!"

It wasn't Shen's voice that answered. "Uh, Miss Akali? My name is Summoner Jovan, and I have been asked to tell you to get out of your room immediately.

I frowned. "What? Why?"

"Jinx."

No more prompting needed, I hopped out of bed, put my usual green outfit on, grabbed my kama's, and opened the door. A young sandy-haired guy stood outside, wearing the usual summoner garbs. He looked anxious and kept glancing further down the hall, where, now that the door was open, I could hear lots of banging, laughing, and what sounded suspiciously like explosions.

"Quick, follow me." Jovan said, walking away. I started after him. "Where are the other champions?"

"The ones that were still in the dorm halls were evacuated already."

A few paces later, I heard him mutter quietly, 'your lazy ass is the last one.'

The Summoner led me down a couple of hallways and through a set of wooden doors just as I heard a big explosion from the direction of the dorms, the vibrations felt even from here.

I quickly glanced behind me, and walked into something. The Summoner cleared his throat and said, "We're here." He held the large, ornate door I had just walked into open for me. Giving him a sheepish smile, I strolled in.

He came in right behind me.

"Please sit on the right side of the theater." He said, walking towards the left side. I closed the door behind me and looked around.

The guys were separated from the girls, which was why I was asked to go to the right side. As I found a spot in the back, a cloaked summoner approached the dimly lit stage. I recognized this section of the Institute from when I first moved in as a member of the League. Now, the dust was gathering at every corner it could possibly be. I stifled a sneeze, throwing my head down.

A high-pitched noise rang through the room of assembled Champions, and I quickly glanced upwards. The summoner was holding a microphone in their hands, checking for sound.

"Check one… two… three?" The summoner tested, his deep voice resonating throughout the vast room. "Ahh. Perfect." He said, the sound of his voice giving him reassurance.

'Narcissist.' I thought immediately.

He continued without any interruptions, "So, as many of you may have been informed, Jinx has bombed the dorms after we refused to nerf Vi."

Loud murmurs started up, and Vi stood. "WHAT?!"

Caitlyn tugged her back into her seat, and the summoner cleared his throat. The conversation died down… A bit.

"So we will be relocating you to the old dorms. The only problem is that you will be sharing a room with another champion, as there is limited space."

Draven sniffed. "I am not sharing with Darius! He always takes my hairspray!"

The summoner glared at the self-absorbed Noxian. "You will be drawing your room numbers from this hat." He said, holding up a black top hat. "There are two of every room number in here, so you will get a random roommate. Guys will draw from this hat, girls from this one." He pointed at a pink top hat by his feet. "I will call the males up one by one, and Summoner Alexia will call out the girls."

A female summoner walked onto stage, picked up another microphone, and started talking. "First off, is there any of you who already have someone in mind to share a room with?"

Caitlyn shrugged. "I'll room with Vi."

Cassiopeia locked eyes with her sister. "Katarina!"

The Sinister Blade glared at her sister. "HELL NO! The last time we shared rooms, you spit poison on my Kitty Cat outfit!"

I laughed to myself at that. How desperate she was to get attention from the males. Or so I thought.

Riven nudged Irelia. "You and me?"

The Will of the Blades shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

Lux called across the room to her friend. "Janna! Janna! It'll be like having a slumber party all the time!"

"I know right?!" Janna yelled back.

"So, is that it?" Summoner Alexia asked. The women (and Annie) nodded.

"Ok, I will call you up in alphabetical order." 'Then I'd be second', I realized.

"Ahri." The fox lady walked towards stage, every male staring at her ass and 'purrrls', as she bounced her way up the stairs and onto the stage. I felt like they were choosing tributes for a game of death. But instead of killing, you rape one another.

Her delicate hands dipped into the hat, and pulled out a small sheet of paper. She looked at it, and pouted her lips. There were wolf whistles from the other side of the room. I didn't understand why.

I had little time to register the fact that the female summoner had called my name, since I was so busy envying Ahri's curvaceous figure. I scrambled to the stage, but no one cared to see my reaction. Story of the life of a ninja.

I reached into the hat and pulled up a dorm number: 2145.

The summoner checked something off on her clipboard and then waved for me to go to my new room.

[Katarina]

"Karma!" The summoner lady called. I yawned, propping my feet up on the seat in front of me. Sona glared at me, but did nothing other than pluck an angry chord on her etwahl, which I ignored, studying one of my knives. It looked a little blunt.

Cassiopeia poked me. "Katarina!" She hissed. I glared at her. "What?!"

She pointed at the stage. "Your turn."

The summoner cleared her throat. "Katarina!" She called again.

I shunpo'ed to the nearest champion by the stage, which just so happened to be Riven. I received a cold glare from her and her little blade bitch Irelia. I smirked.

"Ahem." The summoner cleared her throat again.

"I'll clear that throat of yours…" I whispered, none too quietly. The summoner raised her eyebrows.

"What did you just say?"

"Heh. Nothing." I grinned at her, rushing up the stairs. I grabbed a sheet, ignoring the invisible laser beams coming from the eyes of the men to my boobs (and ass), and got off the stage as fast as possible. I never did like the spotlight.

I held the slip of paper in my hands without glancing at it until I got back to the seat next to my annoying sister.

"Wachu' get? Wachu' get?" She inquired eagerly. Cassiopeia snatched my sheet away from me, and on instinct I pulled it back, shooting her a glare.

I looked down at the number with her hovering over my shoulders.

2145.

Author's Note: Hey all, thanks for checking this story out! Should I continue? Reviews are greatly appreciated :)

~ Creator0fWords & EdgeoftheHorizon