The Stage of Order and the Show of Chaos (Chapter 2)
The requested second half is here! A soft JhinXJinx pairing. (Jhix?)
#Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Finale
"Wait!" Jhin called, breaking into a brisk trot to keep up with the hyperactive young woman as she ran past him.
She spun around to face him and started running backwards. "Yeah? What's up Mask Dude?"
"I have a proposition." The masked man said as he ran up to her side. "A proposal for a partnership."
Her face wrinkled in confusion. "Partnership? You wanna be partners?" She stopped running and pretended to think about it. "Hmm. What do you think Fishbones?" She asked, pulling out her rocket launcher.
"Well I don't think that's a good idea." She said while flapping Fishbones' "mouth". "He seems like an unsavory criminal. I don't think we can trust him."
Jhin started. So is this how it ends? He thought in a pained inner monologue. Is my dream of the perfect performance being shelved by the very tools of chaos herself?
"So... What you're saying Fishbones, is that I shouldn't partner up with Mask Dude?" She asked her weapon with concern.
"Yes, thank you for finally---Well in that case, you've got a deal Mask Dude!" She interrupted herself as a smile broke on her face with disturbing speed.
Jhin was confused, even a little frightened. "But, but your weapon doesn't like the idea."
She waved him off dismissively. "Yeah well nobody likes Fishbones or his opinions." She held out a hand. "The name's Jinx. Pleased to meet ya!"
Jhin shivered with more than delight. Jinx. The name that means "inviter of chaos." From birth she was destined for this role. We are so different yet we are the same in deeper ways than I could have imagined. Jinx. Four letters of chaos. Jhin. Four letters of order. Born for greatness, born for the highest art. Together we shall display our work among the very stars that shine above us. For generations people will---
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His internal reverie was interrupted by a quadruplet of shots fired right in front of him. He snapped out of it to see an amused Jinx bringing her machine gun down to her side after firing it in the air. "Hey, I said 'pleased to meet you', not 'pleased to watch you stare off into La-La Land for like five minutes.'"
Jhin raised an eyebrow. So that's what it looks like when I do that. He thought before stretching out his hand to shake Jinx's.
However before his hand reached hers, she suddenly pulled it back. "Uh-uh mister, you forgot the secret handshake already?"
"But we didn't create a---"
"I know, I made it up just now!" She said excitedly. She made a disgusting sound from the back of her throat and spit on her palm. "THIS is how we shake now!"
Jhin shuddered in revulsion, but he knew it was to be expected. Disgusting? I can think of better words to use. He thought, critizising his internal narrative. She is the agent of chaos. Why should I expect to understand her ways? This is where her art stems from. Luckily he caught Jinx's eyes narrow in irritation at his delay and quickly moved to shake her hand.
She moved her hand back again. "Didn't see ya spit mister." She said with a grin. "You gotta spit for it to count."
Jhin frowned and began to reply, but an idea shot into his mind. "Wait. If I can kill somebody, make them explode into art, Would that count?"
Jinx thought again. "Hmm... It wouldn't be like any handshake I've ever done." She smiled wickedly. "I like it. Fire away, Virtual So-And-So!"
Jhin excitedly pulled out Whisper. This is it, my audition. This is the moment where Chaos evaluates if Order is ready to take the stage along with it. Order has chosen Chaos to be its dance partner, now Chaos must choose Order.
He had chosen his target. A lone patrolman who had escaped the wreckage, on the far side of the street yelling something into his communicator. He leveled Whisper and prepared to fire his second glob of paint, his second bullet. It would rearrange the body of his canvas into something worth the effort of the Virtuoso, something that could dance to his song.
He slowed his breathing once again, and reveled in the moment. His second bullet was plated in a copper-bronze alloy that he had lovingly crafted himself. But it was no less valuable than his golden sunrise, merely different. It was the blood red of an autumn day, the sheen of dying leaves plummeting from their mother tree.
He squeezed the trigger.
Jinx watched excitedly as Jhin leveled his weapon. What was it going to do? Was the copper going to blow up into a million pieces? Was he going to get hit so hard he ends up flipping over himself in a hilarious fashion before he goes splat? Was he going to blow up into a million pieces? Oh please be the explosion! She thought excitedly as she crossed her fingers for luck.
She heard the bang, and she watched with mounting excitement as the bullet flew towards its prey.
The patrolman dropped flat to the ground with no ceremony. She caught a glimpse of a orangeish puff where the bullet hit but nothing more. Jinx visibly deflated with disappointment. "Aww, tough luck Jhin, looks like it was a dud." She turned to Jhin to console him on the loss of a perfectly good handshake. But the man wasn't disappointed.
He was on the ground, on his knees in fact, sighing and moaning with ecstasy at the corpse. His hands were raised towards the body, as if he was trying to reach it. She kept hearing him mutter "Art." "Perfection." "Beautiful." with that creepy whisper of his, like he was looking at a giant painting.
Jinx made a face she thought she never would. A strange mixture of bewilderment and confusion. "I thought I was crazy." She muttered in a rare moment of self reflection. "But I gotta admit, he's kinda cute when he overreacts like that. I gotta show him some real exploding people later; he doesn't know what he's missing." She looked over to a side street and saw a brand new hextech RCR-4000, a popular vehicle among the snooty people around the area that could go really fast. Her eyes widened and she looked like it was her birthday present. She turned around and kicked Jhin on his rear hard enough to send him to the pavement.
Jhin let out a grunt of pain and scrambled to his feet. "Why would you end the show?!" He asked indignantly. "It was just getting good!"
"Uh-huh. Look Jhin..." Jinx said with a tinge of boredom in her tone. "So far you haven't impressed me. All I've seen you do was shoot a guy. And it took like five minutes. I can shoot like twenty and destroy the building they were inside of in less time. I don't know if this partner thing is going to work out." She held up a finger to silence his protest. "But... If you can show me how much fun you can be while driving that," she pointed to the RCR for emphasis, "then you're not fired."
Jhin stared at the vehicle, still too hung up at his failed audition to reply.
"Well what are you waiting for? Come on!" She yelled, racing towards the RCR and dragging Jhin along with her.
"It is my honor to present you with the key to the city of Piltover. Please honor the Defender of Tomorrow, Jayce!" Statesman Redlin beamed as he presented the award to the famed inventor, made a celebrity ever since his defeat of the villainous Viktor.
Caitlyn and one of her squads was designated head of security by the city, and she had just finished another routine check in with all her squad members. She glanced to the podium where Jayce was beginning his speech, but she couldn't afford to pay attention to a thing he said. She needed to focus. She looked over at her partner Vi, who was currently bored out of her mind. "If you really have nothing to do, why don't you listen to Jayce's speech and tell me the gist of it later?" Caitlyn asked, her accent making her sound older than she really was.
"Nah, he's boring." Vi said with a yawn, leaning her back on one of the pillars holding up the city hall. "He's so in love with himself that I think I'd shut him up if I had to listen to him for more than five minutes."
"Well then help me. Move to Quadrant D and be on the lookout for people coming in from the north."
"On the lookout for who, the tax collector?" Vi asked dismissively. "Nobody's going to come, this is not where the important stuff is happening."
Caitlyn opened her mouth to assert her authority as superior officer, but her communicator bleeped. She swiped it from her uniform and answered briskly. "Yes Officer Cleming?" Her eyes widened. "I'll get two more squads in for backup. Thank you." She cut the communication and looked up to see a very alert Vi standing close by.
"What happened?" Vi asked, trying her best to contain herself. Despite her best efforts a smile of excitement broke through.
Caitlyn swapped channels on her communicator and barked some commands. She looked back at Vi and said one word. "Jinx."
Vi's eyes widened for a second, but then narrowed into a steely gaze.
Caitlyn knew what she was thinking. "Absolutely not Vi, we are stationed here. I have men already on her trail. She won't escape this time. I had Heimerdinger upgrade our squad cars with special equipment for dealing with Jinx."
"That doesn't matter, I'm going after that twerp." Vi said as she moved to leave the premises.
Caitlyn moved to block the path. "Vi, your refusal to follow orders needs to be addressed. I cannot have you be a bad example to the rest of the police force by allowing you to do what you want whenever you want."
Vi gritted her teeth and dropped roughly against the pillar to resume her guard duties. "Fine." She snarled.
Satisfied, Caitlyn turned her back. She heard the smashing of a wall and immediately regretted her decision. She turned around and saw a large hole smashed into the wall, with drywall still crumbling from the edges. She quickly looked back to the ceremony to see if anybody noticed; she breathed a sigh of relief when nobody looked in her direction. "I hate it when she does that." She muttered in exasperation. Unable to follow her for a desire not to have protocol broken a second time, she forced her attention back to the task and hand and wrote a note to herself to consider alternative reprimand options for the Piltover Enforcer.
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!
I'm starting to find a perfect style I want this to be written in, so here's your chance to let me know if I need to add more of one thing or cut down on somthing else.
This fanfic is planned to have four parts. (get it? 
) So expect part 3 in about two days.
