Chapter One ~ :D

A League of Legends Fanfiction

Ahri x Talon

Island of the Fox

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Ahri sits alone at the counter of the bar, her fingertips barely clutching the top of the clear, liquid-filled glass. She takes a swig of the amber- colored drink, feeling the fiery scotch make its way down her throat. A stray ice cube slips itself between her lips and she runs her tongue all along the cool surface before she bites it, enjoying the loud crunch. She can feel the lecherous faces the male summoners are shooting her and she ignores them, like she always does. Absentmindedly, Ahri plays with her ball of essence, bouncing it between her nine soft, white tails, as she always does when she gets bored. Quickly, she drains her cup of its last remaining drops of content. The remaining ice cubes clink against her glass as she shoves her chair back. Her blithe feet hit the floor quickly.

The ears on the top of her head twitch as she spots a colorful advertisement poster posted on the wall, adorned by lights. Curiosity sparks, and she makes her way to the flimsy piece of paper, that seems hastily pasted to the wall. She purses her lips together, and she twirls a stand of her jet-black hair as she quietly muses over the words printed on the advertisement. Challenge the contest! It reads. Winner is sent on exotic trip to Ionian hot springs! Now, Ahri always wanted to go to Ionia. Plus, she hears from Leona that good things happen there. Pleasurable things. Visit Room 103 for more details.

Memorizing the room number, she turns towards the hallway of the Summoner's Lounge. Room 130. She thinks to herself as she steps down the corridor, her feet making no sound on the plus carpet, which sinks with every step she takes on to it. Rather quickly, she reaches her destination. The door to Room 103 is tall, and grand. It is immediately obvious that this room is one of importance. She places a hand on the gold-colored metal door. It's cold to the touch. Ahri pushes it lightly and it slides open, making a pshh sort of sound, similar to one one would find in an old timey sci-fi movie. She steps in. She exhales a breath she doesn't even know she's holding in as she takes in her surroundings. Bright lights hang overhead. A foreign smell enters her nose. It's familiar to her, but she finds that she just can't put a name to the flavor. She does know that it's usually reserved for the higher-ranked summoners.

The room is startlingly gold and empty, save for a small brown desk that sits in the middle of the lavishly large room. A woman sits behind the counter, shuffling and moving paper around. She doesn't even look up when Ahri approaches the desk. "Hello." Ahri says in her sultry voice, the words rolling off her tongue like well-versed play lines. But still, the woman does not look up. "Hello?" The fox tries again. But now, the irritation is creeping into her voice. Ahri hates being ignored. Nope. The woman continues to refuse to respond. "Excuse me!" Ahri slams a hand onto the desk, her face contorted into one of fury.

"Yes? There is no need to be rude, you know." The woman finally speaks, with a clipped tone.

"No need?" Ahri bites her lip to keep from making a snarky comment. She runs a hand through her hair, ruffling it a little, giving it a I-just-had-sex look to it. Her big, black orbs lock onto the woman's odd baby blues. "Whatever. Anyways," She pauses, "I'm here for the contest." She points to one of the fliers that sit on the coffee-colored desk. Her face has returned to its normal look: one of seduction and fox-like beauty. The woman nods and hands over a yellow sheet attached to a clipboard, and a sharp black pen. She gestures for Ahri to sit down, and fill it out. The fox looks around to find that there is a chair in the room. She sits, and scans the questions. They are mostly simple ones, questions about factual information. She fills those out with ease. And soon, Ahri reaches the last question. Her lips purse again, and the pen unconsciously is slipped into her mouth. She chews on it, a horrible habit that she has never bothered to break. Why do you want to enter this contest? To be completely honest, she really doesn't know why. And that gets her thinking. What is she doing in the League anyways? There is nothing for her here. She has no friends, for all the men want to sleep with her, and the women hate her for that. Ahri sighs audibly. She writes her answer truthfully, on the dotted line. I don't know. She writes her name down on the dotted line. She hopes it'll be enough.

Questions continue to consume her as she hands in the clipboard to the quiet woman, who accepts it with a quiet thank you. Ahri returns to the old chair, as she begins to wait. She forgets to ask what the contest is about. The information sheet gives no clues. A few minutes creep by before the woman speaks. "Ahri?" She calls. Ahri stands up. "Please follow me. BY the way, you may call me Summoner. Or Eliana. Whichever you prefer." Eliana continues to walk towards the northern wall of the room. Or so it seemed. They reach the gold-painted wall, decorated heavily with tapestry and jewels of some sort. Eliana pushes aside the cloth and that reveals a small, barely noticeable red button. Reaching out, she presses it with one, nicely manicured finger. There is another loud fissing sound before a hidden door reveals itself. The two step inside. This door leads to a long, hollow corridor. At the end, Ahri can just barely make out another door. Where is she going? What has she gotten herself into? New questions bombard her. The hallway is making her slightly claustrophobic, but Eliana seems to have no problems with it. Ahri's hands entwine themselves with each other. Her mouth twists into an unconscious frown. After what seems like an eternity, they reach the end. There is no pushing of the button this time as they approach the silver, metallic door. It slides open by itself. They step in. Ahri's jaw drops.

They're standing in the middle of a fighting arena!

Everywhere, scattered about, are champions. Cloaked figures stand beside them, giving them a check-up of some sorts. It looks like seats are being set up. Ahri turns to Eliana. "Is this a fighting contest?" She asks the question that has been pressing on her mind for a while. Nervously, she looks around at all the men she realized she recognized. Jarvan IV, Xin Zhao, Garen… and more. Her lip quivers. How is she supposed to face all of them?! Eliana nods, not giving Ahri much comfort at all. She pats Ahri's shoulder and murmurs words of encouragement into her eat. She gives her a little push towards the center of the arena. Ahri steps into the wide, painted circle on the floor. She looks around, not sure of what to do. Somebody stumbles up to her.

"Hello." He mutters quietly. The arena is so loud, Ahri can barely hear him. She leans towards him, smelling in his scent.

"Pardon?"

"You're the newest addition to the contestants right?" She nods. "I have to give you an exam…" The male summoner gestures to a nearby chair. She follows him, hoping to get more information about this event from him. He seems willing to talk. She smiles at him. Smiling always works for her. "My name is Emil." He says, a small hint of a grin growing on his face. Emil takes a red form-of-sorts from his pocket and he clips it to a clipboard, which is sitting on a small corner-table. He removes his hood, revealing his light blonde hair, similar to Ezreal's full crop. Ahri waits patiently as he fills out the necessary info. She thinks he looks rather cute. "Now, Ahri, I'm going to give you a full body check-up…" She nods. Emil places the board on his chair and stands up, moving behind the girl. He puts his hands on her legs.

"Is this… orthodox?" She asks.

"Of course not…" He answers with a mischievous grin. His warm hands move up and down her smooth, hairless legs, checking for "abnormalities". Emil touches the inside of her thigh. Ahri shivers. He moves higher. She strains her jaw to keep from moaning out loud. He moves away. His hands find themselves on her stomach. "Ma'am, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me. You seem to have a bit of a 'sexual' problem… But that's easily fixed. " He takes her hand and pulls her into a room.

He shuts the door behind him.

Nah, it's not this short. Don't worry. It just keeps getting better and better...