Horny Dangerpunk (KDA fanfic)

(Second) Baddest Bitch in Town

Kai'Sa and Ahri sat on the barstools across from Akali as they usually did, reserving the place for themselves as a date night. It wasn't as if there were patrons coming in anyway, and Akali appreciated acting as their bartender, since it prevented her from feeling like a third wheel. Ahri's overzealous tipping helped too, a habit she'd picked up from Kai'Sa without the understanding that came with it about how much was appropriate. Akali had to more than once deny a tip that was nearly on par with the day's salary. She shook her head when this happened, good-naturedly laughing at the whims of the rich.

On date nights Akali did them the added service of lighting candles around the room, as well as playing a specially-created playlist for the mood. Ahri and Kai'Sa always did such a wonderful job of keeping her as part of their group, but Akali appreciated having the ability to dote on them during their weekly dates, stepping into the background when she wasn't needed.

As such, she picked up her phone when it buzzed in her pocket, signalling to Kai'Sa that she'd be stepping out. " It's dad, " she mouthed, receiving a thumbs up.

She took the call on the way to the back room, under the harsh fluorescent lights that paved the hallway. "Hey dad, what's up?"

"Hello, daughter."

The voice on the other side was light, feminine, and clipped. Not her father, but belonging to the one person she least wanted to speak to in the moment—in any given moment.

Akali gripped the phone, its protective case preventing the screen from cracking under the pressure. "Why do you have dad's phone?" she growled.

Her mother's voice came through the speaker, weaving into the fabric of her mind memories of unpleasant events and bad-faith exchanges. "You don't answer my calls for so long and this is how you speak to me?"

"What happened to dad?" Akali asked, clenched teeth the only thing preventing her voice from rising into a yell.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking. I thought it was about time you and I had a real conversation. Don't you think, sweetie?" The final endearment dripped with sickly-sweet honey, a pastry half-fermented and then doused in sugar to disguise the rot.

"Is dad okay?"

"This is about us, not him."

"You will tell me where dad is or I'm going to call the police and report him as a missing person."

"Christ, Akali, your father's fine! He forgot his phone when he went out so I used it." An exasperated sigh rattled through. "I took it as a sign that we were meant to talk."

"Then you'll take this as a sign that you're wrong." Akali hung up, then raised her fist to dash the phone into the cement wall, stopping just before release. Reconsidering, she pocketed the phone and launched her fist into the wall instead, knuckles splitting, leaving four crimson dots.

Panic in a sec. Panic in a sec.

With cold foresight born from years of experience, she subsequently blocked her father's number number, then tapped a quick email to him before the panic could fully set in.

mom called using your phone. email me

Kai'Sa came in, knocking quietly to announce her arrival. "I heard a crash, are you okay?" Then she saw Akali's knuckles. "Oh my god, 'Kali!"

"Accidentally answered a call from my mom." If she'd been paying attention, she'd have noticed the way Kai'Sa grew tense, muscles stiff and ready to leap forward with a hug, or backwards out of a potential warpath. "I need to get out of here, I need to get some fresh air," Akali gasped.