Sona X Draven Chapters 1 and 2

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I

  It was a quiet night in Noxus, and Sona rued the grungy dive bar she found herself in. The set had left her irritable, but the show had actually gone quite well surprisingly. When Olaf and Yorick insisted they do a Pentakill show in Noxus the band had declined, but Swain made a convincing offer that turned the others. The smell of fear and pain was rank in the air, and as the others cheered she counted the moments to go home, lock the door, and head back to Ionia with the sunrise. She sipped at her tea slowly, in her own world, waiting, ignoring the noise.
  It wasn’t long before she felt a cold hand on her shoulder and the gravel voice of Yorick breathed into her ear, “See you tomorrow, good job tonight.”
 She casually waved a hand in his direction and checked the damage to her fellows. Olaf was draped over Morde’s shoulder heading towards the door, Karthus was still hitting the Kareoke machine pretty hard, though he had a few too many as well, and judging by Yorick’s heavy limp, he’d probably tried the new “Noxian Broiler.” Though he always limped…..
 The creaking of the door wasn’t as relieving as she had hoped as the barren streets greeted her with a cracked visage and a brand new stench, making the bar seem like a haven. She shook her head slightly and hung left towards the hotel. The street lights flickered every so often, and a breeze sang its hollow song of mourning, and warning. Sona felt them before she turned, but did see the three burly, but quite drunk men eyeing her from across the street. Doing what she could to make her stage outfit less revealing, but that wasn’t much. The men started to casually walk towards her, muttering to each other. She hastened her pace, but soon heard the running pace. She ducked into a nearby alley and got ready to crescendo to spook them, this   wasn’t the first time her fragile appearance and outfit had gotten her in trouble…
 But they didn’t turn the corner. Instead she heard a deep voice grumbling and speaking in low tones. A lighter, louder voice responded and she cringed upon recognizing the arrogant smile that flowed with the words, “…quit being a stick in the mud brother! We are simply helping a damsel in distress!”
 “That or feeding your insatiable ego….”
 “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”
 “Oh really…. Draaaaven this and Draaaven that. You’re the perfect example of chivalry.”
 “Well when you’re this glorious you gotta let people know who to watch! Anyway back to the point, what’s up guys?”
 The drunken voices muttered. All at once and no real answer.
 “Hmmm, I think you were going for that innocent girl, and we can’t let you do that. I like her work too much! So, unless you want to see my work, which who doesn’t, let’s be honest, I’d start running about 5 seconds ago.”
 The sounds of panic and echoes of running filled the night.
 “I am the best kind of person, saving everyone!”
 “Uh huh, I thought you were just looking for an excuse to wet your axes…”
 “Now I remember why we don’t hang out much.”
 “Quit being shitty and at least check on Sona so we can get out of here “hero”.”
  With that Draven turned the corner sporting his classic smile, and surprisingly a Pentakill shirt. “All good back here milady? This rescue brought to you by Draaaven!”
 Sona rolled her eyes but still smiled and gave a curt nod of gratitude. Draven approached and threw his arm around her shoulder as she left the alleyway. “I think you should make a song about this night, the night you met your number 1 fan and you became mine at the same time!”

Darius caught up sporting his permanent grimace “If you ignore him he’ll shut up eventually.” “Oh don’t mind him, he is just jealous that I got the looks and the brains, and all he got was brawn and a mile wide jawline. She knows what I’m talking about!” Sona looked to the sky innocently and shrugged. Darius broke his frown to crack a half smile and his chest rumbled out what could pass for a chuckle but was more of a grunt. Draven was hurt but not dissuaded at the double team, and kept on talking about mostly himself until they reached the battered and dark hotel the band had rooms in. She gave them a sign of gratitude because she believed they meant well in her “rescue” and they were off. Draven mentioned something about Swain and jealousy but she didn’t care to listen that closely as she went inside, and closed the door.

II

Ionia was a breath of fresh air to clear the soot of Noxus from her lungs. The elegantly crafted buildings were slowly coming back to life after the Noxian invasion. They all withheld their unique beauties as each architect gave the wood emotion and life to the dead material and made a building a home. The squealing of children and laughter of parents warmed her heart and she knew she was where she belonged. Shopkeepers waved and others welcomed her home with warm greetings. She smiled and waved back, hugged the occasionally over-friendly child and played a melody or two to convey her happiness. The sun was bright enough to make the city and stone streets glow with a passion completing the image of a paradise. Sona was waving at another friendly shopkeeper eager to sell her the most recent copy of her exploits in the League when she was roughly tackled and swung about. It was all she could do to hold on to her etwahl (The string instrument she carries) during the barrage of swinging and fast talking that she could only assume was her best friend. Soon enough she was proven right as Soraka slowed her speech and lowered it from a dog whistle squeal to a normal talking voice. 

“Oh my god Sona I thought you’d never come home! I missed you!” Sona gave her a stern look with a half-smile. “Ok, I know you’ve only been gone three days, but still…” Sona’s smile broadened and she hugged Soraka back. It was nice to see someone who didn’t reek of man sweat or booze… Oh Olaf. Nice guy, loyal and fun. But man he always reeked of booze, probably because he didn’t change clothes much and spilled every other drink on himself and everyone around him with a cheer and raucous. She then realized she hadn’t seen Gragas for a while. I wonder how he’s doing. “So how was Noxus? You’re alive so I would say it all went well” Sona nodded and then signed her disgust at the city and the band’s bar love. “Same old same old then? When is your next gig?” She signed two weeks. They talked for hours. Gabbing about the usual: How hot Soraka thought every guy in Ionia was or wasn’t, new visitors to the Island, League news, how much she and Soraka secretly loved stealing the Pentakill every time. The usual. It was good to be home…

“YOU DID WHAT!?”
Draven chuckled to himself at his boss’ clear despair that they had hung out with Sona and not found him or at least got him an autograph. Darius looked at the ceiling with disinterest until the original purpose of this meeting was resumed. Swain regained his composure trying in vain to hide his disappointment and how Draven knew every button to push to make his veins pulse with fury. “More to the point of why I actually called you two here” shooting Draven a look “Demacia has been oddly quiet. My spies have come with little of late. No troop movements, no activities out of her champions, nothing.”
Darius grunted, “We aren’t at war currently, why would Demacia march its armies?”
“They haven’t moved at all Darius. I mean no training, the barracks are empty, nothing. No patrols even. Just the basic wall guards and city guard. The army has vanished. This is disconcerting.”
“Are the champions gone too?”
“No. They are just dormant. Not doing anything of interest. But if that crazed Jarvan had anything to say about it, he would be mobilizing the army with constant training to anticipate another war with us and another shot against me. He doesn’t take defeat well.”
“Ha! Not well? Last time you beat him he roamed off south to hunt the forbidden and dragons and lost all but two of his men! The guy’s insane!”
“Exactly. It’s not like him to sit back on this.”
Draven chimed in for once, “Nor is it like the champions. I hate being cooped up as much as the next guy, but if Garen isn’t doing push-ups for a minute he might literally explode. If your men don’t see him on the training grounds, then he isn’t there.”
“Or they are sneaking around” Darius mused. 
Draven guffawed. His roaring laughter echoed in the stone conference room. Swain and Darius waited patiently for it to end. “Hahaha…. Woooo, ok, ok I’m good. Sneaking? Garen sneaking? He is the size of a house and ends every sentence with a passionate shout of “DEMACIA” if the spies don’t find him then you need new spies or he isn’t doing anything. Seriously blind chimps can find Garen. It’s like finding an anvil in a haystack, not hard in the slightest!”
Swain was agitated “Anyway… I want to know what they are doing. I need to send in an expert, or more precisely two. They can cover more ground. This is where you two come in…”
Darius was alarmed, “We aren’t spies sir. I am not known for sneaking or even keeping a low profile.”
“You aren’t doing the spying. Katarina and Talon are tasked with that. You two are their handlers, they aren’t fans of me and I need someone to watch over them. Urgot will be the fifth member to watch you. As wonderful of an idea as it is to send my best and brightest and his obnoxious brother into enemy territory with two of the best assassins who happen to hate me, I would like Urgot to watch for a betrayal and lend a hand.”
“I don’t like this. We will be seen immediately.”
“Go in only under cover of darkness, don’t where your armor. I’ve arranged for hunter’s cloaks to be dropped for you at our recon base near Demacia. Help Kat and Talon as much as you can, but make sure they give me all the intel that was collected.”
“Alright.” The brothers answered in near unision, but both with lacking enthusiasm. 
“I’m counting on you Darius, and Draven…”
“Yea?”
“Shut your mouth.”
“Ha, even Demacians recognize my glorious voice.”
“No I meant from now until I die. That’d be great. Probably want to do that in Demacia too. Dismissed.”
They departed and halfway down the hallway Draven muttered “Great guy! Love our chats.” He was promptly cuffed by Darius. Draven sighed, “I hate this place.”
“It hates you too.”