A Boy and His Fox - League of Legends Fan Fiction

A Boy and His Fox Ch. 2

I couldn't help but feel an unsettling chill as Ahri glanced over her shoulder again for the third time since we'd left the Placidium. On her face was a sly grin that told me something had turned out exactly in her favor, and I was certain that meant trouble for me. Turning back around, her hips swayed playfully as she strolled along Ionia's cobblestone roads, her tails 'accidentally' swatting against my cheek every so often.

I knew she was simply trying to irk me, but I steeled myself and tried to not let it get to me. Tearing my eyes from her movements, I looked past her to the beautiful display that was being performed by the sun as it lazily dipped beneath the horizon. The sky was absolutely breathtaking, swathed in long streaks of orange and pink pastels that brought a feeling of tranquility.

I'd always loved watching the sunset, even as a kid. My little sister and I used to watch it together after we'd spend all day playing in the alley ways of our home. These days, it was a reminder that no matter how far apart we were, we still loved one another.

I was torn from my thoughts, however, when one of my champion's tails slapped me across the cheek playfully as she turned to face me. "Hey, Runeterra to Summoner!" Ahri sang, turning and walking backwards so she could keep an eye on me. "What are you so zoned out about? You should be happy that you got an awesome champion like me."

I didn't respond, instead taking one last longing look at the sun before sighing. "Sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts for a moment," I replied. "It's not important."

For a brief moment, I could have sworn that Ahri's expression had an air of concern, up until that impish smile returned to her lips. She stopped moving, instead taking a step towards me to tickle under my chin. "Now, now, Summoner. It's not very chivalrous of you to keep undressing me with your eyes like that. Girl may get the wrong idea. Don't you think?" Her last word was accented with a flirtatious click of her tongue that only served to fluster me.

Pulling away from her touch, I brushed past her with a huff. "We both know that's not what was happening. Sorry, but I have standards. I'm not like you. I don't just spread my legs because someone breathes on me."

"Hey, shut up!" She snapped, stomping her foot angrily. "Stop acting like you're some superior fucking being. You're not a God, you know? You're nothing but a stupid kid whose stones probably haven't even dropped yet. Face it, you'd be lucky to have a shot with me, though the truth is I have standards too, and you don't even meet one of them!"

"Oh, look at that. Not even thirty minutes in and the slutty fox can't go a few minutes without bringing up dicks or sex. Surprise, surprise." I shot back sarcastically. "It's almost as if you don't even have a modicum of self-worth or dignity." I felt a slight tingle in the air, turning just in time to see the pink ethereal heart blast past me. "Or integrity!" I shouted. "One damned rule and you broke it in the first hour!"

"Bite me, asshole!" she retorted, causing the two of us to begin shouting and bickering with each other in an attempt to get the final word in, until finally the sun had completely gone down leaving the streets dark save the fluorescent lamps from Piltover that lined them.

"Enough!" I snapped, causing her to fall silent in surprise. "You're a skank, I'm an asshole. Let's just get to your house already so we can go to sleep and maybe I'll wake up from this nightmare."

"Fine with me!"

"Me too!"

With a growl, she stormed past me. Despite our argument, however, she still wore that same stupid unnerving grin. Whatever was going on in that twisted mind of hers, I knew that I wanted no part of it.