League of Legends: Stories

Baby Kitten (Katarina x Ashe)

Baby Kitten

Boots thudding softly on the carpet, fingers tapping against one of the wooden arm rests, a scowl painted on those fierce facial features, everything about the Du Couteau shouted impatience and annoyance. In front of her, Morgana idled beside LeBlanc, who carefully read the writings on the old, leather-bound book she held with one hand.

"How much longer do I have to waste my time sitting here doing nothing?" Katarina questioned the pair in front of her.

"Oh hush now, Katarina." LeBlanc told her with a light shake of her head, eyes never leaving the worn-out pages of the book in her grasp. "Once we are through with you, wasting time will never be possible. For you, that is."

Katarina pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. "Am I supposed to know what you actually mean with that?"

"Patience is a virtue." Morgana said with her usual smirk-like smile as she walked away from LeBlanc's side and behind the only assassin in the room.

"Unfortunately, I have none."

"Might as well think of developing one, then." Came Morgana's retort, which was followed with a somewhat maniacal laughter that made her think about glancing over her shoulder just to check on the Fallen Angel's current state.

Instead of doing so though, Katarina turned her gaze back to LeBlanc, who had already placed her book down a nearby desk and had began to focus on channeling mama into her staff. The weapon itself was glowing brighter and brighter every single second and Katarina thought for a second she would go blind.

Maybe she did.

Last thing she felt was Morgana's bindings come from behind and tie her to the chair she's on before her line of vision went completely white.

Then black.

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Carrying their usual weaponry throughout the halls of the Institute was never a problem and had not pose as something to be suspicious about. In fact, it was a natural sight to see Lux twirling her baton in entertainment, Irelia playing with her floating blades with simple movements of her fingers, Ahri toying with her deadly Orb in a casual manner and many more champions that would bring their weapons with them throughout the Institute of War.
Why was the sight of Cassiopeia carrying a basket covered with a blanket so... wrong, then?

Well, maybe seeing the Serpent's Embrace with a bassinet isn't really considered a common sight anyone will see.

"Must Draven and I escort you back to Noxus?" Darius asked with his usual gruff voice. "It's obvious that you can fend for yourself when it comes down to a fight."

"I know that." Cassiopeia hissed back, glaring at Darius. "If I was traveling alone, then I would have sent you two idiots away myself."

Draven made a face. "Aren't you traveling alone?"

"Not exactly. Currently, I am with a special 'cargo'."

"Cargo?" The brothers chorused.

Cassiopeia nodded. "Yes, cargo. Now, I just need to speak with the High Councilor. Once I'm done, we may make our departure."

"Speaking of which..." Darius let his words trail off, his gaze moving towards the woman that was recently mentioned. Cassiopeia was quite relieved she didn't have to look for Kolminye. Placing the bassinet she had in hand on a nearby bench, she gave the two Noxians instructions in not letting anyone touch the basket before making her way towards Vessaria.

LeBlanc had made it absolutely clear to her that no one must see what the basket contained, and that includes the High Councilor herself.

As soon as the half-serpent left the pair, Draven planted himself on the bench without any care at all, causing the basket to rock and move slightly away thanks to his elbow's impact towards it.