Sona X Draven Chapter 1

Hey guys, this is a preview of a story I am planning to write, but just testing the waters first. If you read it, let me know (bad things too) how it is so I can decide whether or not to pursue it further. Again bad comments are as helpful as good ones! :)

Chapter 1: 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.