Chapter 2: I Will Do As You Say
Akali knew Shen disapproved of her meeting with Thresh. Still, when Akali had a will, she had a way, and she wanted this, even it was with someone as capricious as Thresh. Shen scolded her for being reckless, or not thinking things through, but she knew Thresh's whims were his own. She thought things through, too.To be honest, the Shadow Isles raised goosebumps on her arms and shoulders. The possibility of being jumped by more than Thresh and his Shadow Isles companions sent an involuntary shiver at the base of her neck, threatening to creep down her spine. But for some reason, Akali reveled in the danger. She loved the thrill of battle and perilous missions.
Lately, she suffered from boredom. She didn't partake in any recent matches, and her kamas thirsted for someone's blood. Not that Akali particularly relished killing for the sake of killing, but she more liked the indulgence of adrenaline and risking her life in a desperate situation, which took all her wits and ingenuity to survive.
Tonight was a gamble. The dice rolled into play, didn't they? Akali debated telling Shen what her true intentions were. Something about Shen told her he hid something from her—even though they were lovers, Shen knew something he concealed from Akali, and Akali sought those answers if she must.
"Akali," Shen walked behind here.
She sensed his gaze boring into her.
"You're not happy with me," Akali stated.
This was a fact. She knew it.
"You know that what you did was reckless," Shen said in disapproval. "And even though Thresh is a fellow champion, I have to caution that you be wary of him."
"He's the source I need," Akali clasped his larger hands with her own. "Please believe in me, Shen. I told Thresh that I trusted you with my life. I would like you to embark that same trust into me."
Shen facial features remained impassive, though his gaze softened. He squeezed her hands gently. She led him to the bedroom, where they secretly nuzzled and kissed and made love to one another in these quarters; their little secret hideout where they avoided the lingering gazes of champions who might question their relationship and appearances. Shen, the Eye of Twilight, was supposed to be impartial and unswayed by emotions. He remained steadfast in his devotion of being the Eye of Twilight, but his feelings for Akali were true. Akali knew this. They would always fight together on Summoner's Rift and Shen saved her from many scary situations by ulting her at the right moment, teleporting by her side and rushing the enemies to attack him instead when she was low on health. She was always grateful when he did so.
The other Champions suspected Shen and Akali were together, though the pair kept their relationship discreet. Ninajs, after all, excelled in concealment and keeping secrets. Yet Thresh seemed to know more than he should. Her eyes narrowed. Could it be he understood and observed more than she gave him credit for? Were they indiscreet at any point where someone watched through the shadows? It was possible. Or did someone...simply tell Thresh or voice their suspicions, and he simply confirmed it for himself?
Shen took off his mask, revealing white hair and golden eyes that seemed to penetrate through her, along with a youthful looking face. She loved Shen, especially when he took his mask off around her and she could see his handsome visage imprinted in her view. Strong, sturdy, and reliable. She feared nothing when Shen was with her.
They cuddled and kissed on the bed. No lovemaking this time, as Akali sensed Shen seemed tense from what happened. In fact, he pestered her again about it.
"Must you really go to him?" Shen twined his fingers through her long hair. "He is a madman. He is not one to be negotiated with."
Akali stopped for a moment. "I do what I must. This is very important to me, Shen...I know you're worried about me, but..."
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