Our Hidden Blades

Disappointment

"We have a lot to discuss."

Katarina looked at Jarvan and automatically put on a face.

"For what?" 

"Oh, you already know." Jarvan began to pace the room before Katarina's cell, a testing look meeting her eyes, "I thought Garen was such a good friend."

Katarina sat down on the slab that was her bed. "And? If you came here to spill your heart out about your problems, It's not like I'll give you advice." She pretended, playing innocent. She rolled her eyes.

A look passed Jarvan's face and then was gone. "You don't need to act, Katarina. We saw something yesterday." 

Katarina crossed her legs and kept a steady eye-level with Jarvan. Though he was keeping a very straight face, she knew what he was thinking.

"Get to the point, Jarvan. I don't have all day." She mocked, watching him to see his reaction. His mouth twitched, signifying his annoyance with her. 

"I really trusted Garen. I thought he would watch over you well, because he's the only person we've never really seen you beat. He's not tricked by that assassin stuff of yours. He won't play your games."

Katarina contemplated the dirt under her nails. "Uh huh." 

"But he's getting you to play his. I thought he'd be strict with you and put you in your place. I should have listened about the rumors from the war two years ago..." Jarvan shook his head, looking bothered. 

Katarina's interest was peaked. There were rumors? Of what?

"The war?" She asked. It was when she'd first met Garen - on the battle field.

They found each other, alone, but as they began to fight, as Katarina's adrenaline raised and they were twisted in the fury of blades, strength, and speed, people began to gather around them.

They heard the noises of grunts, gasps, hollow breaths. They heard scuffling feet, clothing rustling - off or just moving with the body. She remembered throwing off her jacket during their fight. It was getting too hot and the jacket started feeling heavy. She would be okay without protection of her shoulders - she knew she was safe from attacks there. They heard the clinging of blade against dagger. A dance of blades, people said. But that was all she heard about. A dance of blades.

"Rumors... that the two of you fought very... sexually." 

Katarina let her laugh burst out. Fighting sexually? It was just a challenge. They were equally matched in different ways. Though he was obviously stronger - with more muscle and pressure - she was faster - with dexterity of her feet and her movements overall. It was an intense face-off, but sexual? 

Jarvan pulled out a long cut of cloth and the keys to the cell while Katarina finished laughing. As she looked up, he unlocked the cell, all while meeting Katarina's eyes. His eyes were drab and boring. She thought about Garen's eyes instead. Clear blue and kind. 

Jarvan locked the cell behind him, all while keeping eye contact. Katarina smirked up at him as he closed the space between them. "Stand up," he instructed, "We're going for a walk."

Katarina sighed and stood up, letting him begin to put cuffs on her wrists. She was quick to act. "OW!" She yelled, causing Jarvan to stop clasping the cuffs.

In seconds she was behind him, putting a cuff on one hand and pulling him to the bars of the cell, where she brought the cuffs around and cuffed his next hand. He glared at her angrily.

"Oh, angry that you care too much? You should learn about controlling your feelings, Sir Jarvan. They'll only get in the way. Like now." She could see the veins and muscles on Jarvan's arms straining. It was no surprise - he was trying to break his thumbs.