Y/N POV
Vi: Damn girl, you can stretch those girls! What are you having?
Ahri: Did you get mint?
Vi: No... sorry... you know I can't get it...
Ahri: Ugh... a mojito isn't the same without it!
I look at Ghost, who's hovering to my left.
His shell widens, like he's curious.
Y/N: We have mint, or... we had some mint leaves from Old Russia.
Graves: I already see what you're trying to do kid...
Y/N: Kid? I'm probably older than you!
Graves: Excuse me? I'm pushing forty soon!
Y/N: Oh? I'm probably pushing eight hundred forty!
Ghost: Ahem... closer to seven ninety...
Graves: Fuck off... I'll drink to that.
Ahri: Do you geezers have mint?
Graves: Hey, respect your elders!
I turn around, facing her.
Ahri: O-oh s-sorry! I thought you were someone else...
Y/N: I just have one of those faces.
No I don't.
Ghost: Found some mint!
He transmats some mint onto the bar counter, and... it's still fresh, judging by the smell.
Graves pats my shoulder and walks off, leaving me to talk to this songstress that I haven't even met, yet I know the name of.
Ahri: Wow... this is perfect! Where did you find mint this fresh? Like... this is GMO levels of clean...
Y/N: I mean, I'm sure hundreds of years of peace to live and grow allowed it to take off.
Ahri: Every time I tried to have mint in the garden, it would outgrow all the other plants, even swallow them whole...
Y/N: You do gardening?
Ahri: Oh! Uhm... n-no my... one of my servants does.
Y/N: You have servants?
Ahri: Well, they call themselves servants, personally I'd just call them glorified maids, picking up our trash, doing our laundry, gardening.
Y/N: Hmmm... lucky, I'm used to doing almost everything myself.
Ghost: AHEM!!!
Ghost is ready to zap me.
Y/N: With the help of my little Traveler buddy of course!
The mojito hits the counter as Ahri goes-
Ahri: Awwww... he's so cute! <Little Fellow!>
Korean... two can play at that game.
Ghost: Well... thank you!
Ahri holds his hand out to the Ghost.
Ghost disables his hover module, landing on her hand.
Ahri then starts patting him, which I can't tell if it bothers him, or he likes it.
Y/N: <You been at the sausage long?>
Ahri: What?
Y/N: Sorry... <How long have you been singing?>
Ahri: OH! <Since I was little!>
Ghost hovers back up, nodding to Ahri.
Ghost: Nice to meet you too...
Y/N: This is my Ghost, but I never gave him a name, so I referred to him as Ghost, which to my colleagues was pretty unique.
Ahri: Ghost... like... what does he do?
Y/N: Everything, if I'm being honest, he's the brain and I'm the brawn.
Ghost: Except now it's gotten to a point where we both outsmart each other, as his knowledge is almost just as advanced as mine.
Ahri: Cool... I guess...
She's not interested, I need to know more about her if I want to get anywhere.
Why am I even... doing... this? I'm just trying to avoid the grief it seems.
Y/N: So, I don't believe I asked your name?
Ahri: I'm Ahri, h-how... I mean! Uhh... uhm... I am the lead singer of K/DA!
Y/N: I'm Y/N, a lightbearer, protector of the Last City, uhh... slayer of Oryx, Aksis, Crota, Atheon... one time...
Ahri: Uhm...
Y/N: Sorry, I'm a little self-centered if it wasn't obvious, you kind of had to be where I'm from.
Ahri: Oh, where you from?
Y/N: Not around here, I'm from another dimension.
Ahri: Oh, that's sick! What dimension?
Y/N: You don't consider that... odd?
Ahri: Of course not! Kai'Sa... or, sorry, you know the K/DA?
Y/N: Nope.
Ahri mutters: Oh, that's perfect...
Ahri: Um! Uhh! Kai'Sa is the lead choreographer for our pop group, she's from another dimension, sort of... she got sucked into the void and met Bel'Veth, then got spat back out.
Y/N: Oh, Bel! I met her! She was the first one to sort of... welcome me here. Before I got flung into a field and met Ryze.
Ahri: You met... Bel'Veth?
Y/N: I did! She's really nice, actually, surprisingly for someone that killed about 30 of their minions.
Ahri: So, you're a... soldier?
Y/N: Sort of...
Ahri: Oh... w-well... p-please don't hurt me...
Y/N: Not a psychopath either! Do I look like I fillet people?
Ahri: You want the honest answer?
I look at myself.
I'm wearing metal armor under a trench coat, my jacket still full of grenades, and a hand cannon on my belt too.
I also have a helmet that I put on for combat, which... I'm not in and I haven't been for a little while now.
Ahri giggles when I take a moment to realize it.
Y/N: Heh... yeah... maybe, anyway, I only wear this because in the dimension I'm from, I would fight aliens and people who threaten our Last City by the dozen.
Ahri: So, I'll ask you again, where are you from?
Y/N: Planetary System, specifically... The Last City, which is on Earth. We're at a point in history where the darkness invaded and currently, we're bouncing back from that, taking out the darkness with our light.
Ahri: The metaphors you use it's... interesting. It makes sense you call yourself a lightbearer.
Y/N: Lightbearers are unique as they harness the power gifted to them by the Traveler, a big globe that's existed since the dawn of time, that has come to visit us. It believes we're strong enough to push back the darkness and prevent society from becoming extinct.
Ahri: How do you know the darkness won't come here?
Y/N: Unless they can travel through space AND time, we have nothing to worry about. I just have to... accept that... I'm never getting home...
Ahri: Oh... what happened?
Y/N: I was raiding with a group of six, including me. I held a relic that could fight the powers of the environment I was in. The Vex... are a group of ancient robots, using time and atmosphere to their advantage.
Ahri: What happened next?
Y/N: The relic cracked and then... a uhh... hunter in my... what we call a fireteam, pushed me aside to hold onto the relic as it was destroyed. When I ran back to somehow grasp what was left, I was sent cross-dimensional. Now... I'm here... in Runeterra, previously I was floating in space until I was brought forward in time by Zilean.
Ahri: Oh right... you met one of the world's greatest sorcerers. You should be honored! Nobody casually meets Ryze and Zilean, let alone to be eradicated.
Y/N: Maybe they saw something in me, who knows?
Vi gives me a random shot of tequila.
Vi: For these two lovebirds.
Ahri: Oh- we're not... uhm...
Vi: Well, then drink anyway! It's a party!
I pick up my shot glass, she picks up hers.
We dink again, then down them.
Ahri: Mmph! I hate tequila!
Y/N: This stuff is amazing! It's perfect for forgetting...
Ghost: Oh boy...
Ahri: Forgetting what? Oh... uh... is the... fireteam...
Y/N: Most likely dead... and... that hunter was... my last love affair.
Ahri: Oh... I-I'm so sorry.
Y/N: Don't worry about it, it's... we all knew the risks when becoming guardians, it was only a matter of time. seven to eight hundred years old, you have to die eventually. Heh...
Ahri: Yeah... hey... uhm... maybe we could go somewhere more private to chat? Because...
I turn to my right and get blasted by a camera, along with a servant coming by to tug on Ahri's tail, only for the tail to smack him away.
Assistant: Ahri? Ahri! You were supposed to-
Ahri: Yeah, and I stayed for a drink! You can't dictate my life!
Assistant: S-sorry I...
Ahri holds her head a minute.
Ahri: Sorry... it's been a long day, it's not you... just go home tonight, I'll be alright and please, give Mundo a nice hello from me, you've been amazing.
The assistant bows with their clipboard, and shakes Ahri's hand, they nod at me as they fast walk out with some of the servants.
Y/N: Yeah, we can go somewhere more private, where to?
Ahri: You got a place?
Y/N: Yep! It's on the floor above, but it's better than nothing. Jinx gave it to me.
Ahri: Stay away from her... she scares me.
Y/N: She's not that bad once you get shot by her a couple times...
She gives me a stank eye and I just snicker.
Y/N: Besides, why are you trying to give me advice?
Ahri: Uh... no reason... I just heard things...
Y/N: Hmmmm?
Ahri: S-stop...
She fans herself with her tails, and then we both start walking through the crowd to the stairs.
Ghost: Guardian, I grabbed your helmet!
Y/N: Cool!
Ahri: So, he's also helpful like a servant?
Ghost: HE-
YN: I'll answer for him, he is not a servant, he is what has been keeping me alive for so damn long. Every time I die, he can resurrect me, he is not a servant, and... please apologize.
Ghost: Well spoken.
Ahri: Sorry Ghost...
Ghost: It's fine, just please don't treat me like a servant, I am much, much more useful than that.
Ahri: Oh...
That was... oddly suggestive.
Y/N: Ghost?
Ghost: What?
Y/N: Nothing.
Ghost: I'll step off...
Ahri: Step off? Oh that's rich...
Y/N: What?
Ahri: N-nothing...
I lead us into my "apartment" which... is really just one room with a bed, a couch, and a lame excuse of a kitchen.
Y/N: I'm guessing since you have a title you are used to more than this... but... so am I, apologies.
Ahri: A title?
Y/N: Lead singer of the K/DA? Right? Most singers and entertainers back in my dimension would get a lot of... status... in the Last City.
Ahri: Hmmm... you certainly know a lot.
Y/N: That was my job for the Vanguard, who are elites who protect the city. I was... no... fuck that, I AM a warlock. My job was to understand the Traveler, along with other things we find out there. Every discovery offers thousands if not millions of possibilities. I am devoted to discovering how our powers work, which is why I was fascinated when you casted an allurement spell on me.
Ahri: So... you-
Y/N: I was a BIG NERD!
She giggles, then her tails brush my back.
We each take a seat on the couch; Ghost deactivates his hover to sit on the coffee table with the rest of the knickknacks.
Ahri: S-sorry...
Ghost is darting his eye left and right; he's updating the grimoire entry based on how she's acting.
Ahri: Also, don't worry about not having much... you weren't ever homeless before.
Y/N: I was... for a day maybe, until I killed an archon.
Ahri: Hmmm... well... you have a lot to tell about yourself, but... what do you want to know about me? Actually, first, I want to know how old you are, not as like... how long your body has been around but... physically, or like... you know what I'm trying to say?
Y/N: Thirty, once Ghost was able to figure out my lineage, he was able to resurrect me at any age I wanted, so... of course, I choose the most plain and simple, not too old, not too young, thirty. You?
Ahri: Not too far behind... you're right at my cutoff... although, that doesn't matter anymore.
Y/N: Your cutoff? Oh! Like an age cutoff, okay. I'm guessing you're young enough to really care about that... but... you chose twenty-eight?
Ahri: What the fuck?
Ghost: He's pretty smart, we both are.
Y/N: Kinda. So, why did you ask about my age?
Ahri: Just curious.
Y/N: You wanted to make sure you weren't dating a fossil. Well, my actual age of my existence is like almost eight hundred, but... I choose to be thirty.
Ahri: Hmmm... interesting! So, you're immortal?
Y/N: Yep.
Ahri: No way... SO AM I!!! So is the K/DA! Provided we... change up our style when it comes to it.
Ahri's tails start wagging; Ghost is already writing it down.
Y/N: So... why did you cast that spell on me? We use it to disorient creatures of the darkness but... what were you hoping to do to me? I broke it... so it's not like it would've worked.
Ahri: I... just wanted to experiment, to be honest Y/N, I think you're really cute. I could've sworn I made that obvious with my reaction to you when I saw you walking through the dressing room. Immediately, I had to-
I take ahold of her hands, and the dampness that are getting on my gauntlets suggests that her hands are clammy.
Y/N: Ghost.
Ghost: Alright... *automated sigh*
He transmats away, giving us privacy.
He knows what to do from Aqua and Chase.
Now... I try not to move on fast but... what better way to finish my transition than to see how far I can get with a foxlike popstar?
Her ears flutter as I place my cold hand on her cheek.
She's letting me do this, so I'm just waiting for her confirmation.
Ahri: Mmph!~
Right away, I didn't need to wait, she pushed herself on me for a sloppy kiss.
Her lips taste faintly of the tequila we had earlier, now slightly metallic from being chapped.
She climbs on me, putting her knees down on my coat, and I can faintly feel her hands move up and down my chest piece.
Ahri starts clawing and pulling at my armor as I deepen the kiss.
I giggle, detaching from her soft lips.
Y/N: Need some help there?
Ahri: Mmmm... maybe...
I take my coat off, unlatching the straps on my shoulders.
She starts helping me along...
A LEMON ENSUES!
Author's Note:
Damn... things are getting foxy asf. im not writing a lemon this early in the story, i learned that lesson from Them...
Song: Shaggy, Rik Rok - Wasn't Me