Nami pressed her fingers against her forehead, closing her eyes as she attempted to gather her thoughts. It felt like it was her millionth time trying to recall the events that happened with the Golden Demon. Swallowing, Nami recalled Ahri's words.
I look forward to meeting with you again...
Nami groaned outwardly and rolled over in her bed, grabbing a pillow and squeezing it to herself. She should be tracking the Golden Demon, so why was she still here? Another frustrated grunt and the siren rolled on her back, flinging the pillow away as she stared up at the dark ceiling. The red light of her alarm clock red 2 a.m. and Nami pushed herself up from the bed, grabbing her favorite vanilla sweater and wrapping herself in it.
"How did you know I was there, demon?" Nami wondered aloud, now starting to pace her small apartment. With a huff, Nami pulled on a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants and pushed her feet in a warm pair of boots before leaving, needing the cold air of winter to comfort her.
The streets were mostly empty at this time of night, the orange cast from the street lights glowed warmly against the sharp bite of the wintery air. Nami took a deep breath and let it out, watching as the air puffed out in front of her. Continuing her trek down the street, she passed the familiar bright shine of the corner convenience store. Perhaps she'd buy a tea, she thought, reaching into her pockets before she noticed a familiar streak of blonde hair.
"Ezreal?" Nami called out, the streak of blonde hair moving towards a nearby motorcycle stopped and turned.
"Nami?" Ezreal cocked his head to the side then turned from the bike and smiled. "What are you doing here?"
The siren shrugged and glanced over his shoulder and looked around for his shopping bags.
"I could ask the same of you," Nami replied.
"I sort of work here part time," Ezreal said with a smile and pushed a hand nervously through his hair.
"But I thought you worked for a museum?" Nami asked. This question caused the man to let out a nervous laugh while he shook his head.
"Ah- that's uh- that's a bit complicated. Right now I work here," Ezreal replied.
"This must be Guardian related, right?" Nami asked with a smirk. Ezreal was a terrible liar.
"Actually-," Ezreal began and froze, his eyes looking past Nami and off in the distance. "Can I give you a ride somewhere?" He asked suddenly.
Nami, caught off guard by the sudden change in conversation, gave Ezreal a puzzled look.
"No, I actually live nearby-," Nami hooked a thumb behind her.
"I'll take you there," Ezreal said, an obvious edge in his voice.
Nami swallowed, suddenly feeling the air grow tense.
"What's wro-," Nami began and Ezreal stepped forward, standing so close to the siren that she nearly yelped.
"You have a shadow-," Ezreal said, his voice incredibly quiet, then his hands were on either side of her, rubbing up and down with enthusiasm. "You look cold," he said, louder. "Let's go for some tea or coffee."
"Yeah, okay," Nami said, feeling her stomach tightening up. She wasn't sure why, but she followed Ezreal's lead. Lux's diary was right, something about his man just made him easy to follow.
Ezreal carefully handed Nami a helmet, his movements were quick but not in a panicked sort of way. It felt strange seeing Ezreal with such a serious, focused expression when as far as Nami had known him he always held a boyishly charming sort of smile.
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Sakura
Fanfiction| League of Legends Fanfiction | A story loosely based in the canon LoL universe. Follow Nami and others as they discover the dark and mysterious parts of Runeterra and themselves.