Falling Apart

A/N Hello everyone, I do hope you enjoy this story. I wanted to make a more deep and serious, somewhat weighted story to my favorite pairing rather than just a fluff shipping of them. That said, it will be uploaded in chapters rather than as one long entry, so, I hope you will be excited for future chapters after reading this one. Thank you.

Chapter 1

Veigar was different from most yordles, but, in Lulu's eyes, that just what made him special. He wasn't friendly, he wasn't nice, and he was dark and evil. For someone of his size, however, no one took him seriously. And yet, no one would deny how powerful he was. But what they saw wasn't even the surface of the Tiny Master of Evil. Lulu saw him, all of him.

She remembered first meeting him. She had heard so many people talk about him, and, needless to say, it interested her. The curious yordle that she was, she couldn't wait to meet this "evil" yordle. At first, it was just a glimpse. She heard much of him, but, never saw him at first. He was not a popular champion; he was not called to the rift often, at least, not as often as she. She never had the opportunity to meet him, but when he did take to the rift, he made ripples. Whether it be his allies or his enemies, all had much to say about the sorcerer. They called him a mad man. They talked of his power, how he was able to literally pop anyone that crossed his path, that all it took was one glance and the enemy was literally obliterated. They also talked of his personality, that is to say, how annoying they found him. His madness, his constant yapping of world domination; truly, he had no allies. His teammates didn't want him, as did their enemies.

She viewed him from the corner of her eye, and at first, she couldn't believe it. She knew only of what others told her about him, and never did he leave his room for any other reason other than to go to the rift. She heard that he would lock himself in his chambers, reading tomes of ancient languages long forgotten, learning old, dark magic. He wouldn't even come out to eat. She never saw him, but all it took was that fleeting glance and she knew who the figure was. At the time, she was speaking with others, champions that she saw as friends, marksmen who commended her supporting, but to see the figure of a yordle, garbed in blue robes with a sorcerer's cap, she all but bolted from the small group she was a part of.

She ran the distance of the hallway, on towards the yordle known as Veigar. She rounded the corner, leading into another corridor, and there, in the middle of the hall about to enter a door, was a yordle, slightly taller than her, the high collar of his robes with the large cap he wore obscured his face, leaving nothing to be seen of him but glowing yellow eyes. "Veigar!" she called out, running toward him. Veigar turned at hearing his name being called, only to be greeted by the sight of a purple yordle girl that he didn't know approach him hurriedly. Unfortunately, she was a little too hurried and couldn't slow herself down in time, a problem that is somewhat common for Lulu.

She crashed into him, and so, they both fell to the floor of the hallway. Lulu picked herself up, sitting atop of him laughing. "You're real!" she exclaimed cheerfully, "You're Veigar!" Veigar, below her, cursed as began to message his temples. His hair was dark, a shade of midnight blue, so dark it looked almost black, and his eyes were an eerie yellow glowing softly. His ears twitched as she spoke. "Hi! I'm Lulu! Pleased to me-"But before Lulu could finish her introduction, Veigar lifted a gauntleted hand to her shoulder and shoved her off of him. Grumbling curses, he got to his feet and picked up his cap from the floor. "Hey!"

He threw open the door to his chambers, but hearing her voice, a yordles voice, high and childish, his ears twitched in annoyance. He turned swiftly to her, his eyes glaring like fire. His voice was as high a pitch as hers, possibly even higher, as he yelled at Lulu, still on the ground. "Leave me be, girl! Do not approach me again, or else!" He slammed the door in her face as she started to her feet, the door making such a loud bang as it was shut with such force that she was scared and fell back to the floor.

He wasn't a yordle, she thought, no way such a person could be yordle. Yordles weren't like that, not rude and mean, but, she was told that's what he was, so, she all but expected this behavior. But the aura he gave off, the weight of the air around him, the way light seemed to dim in his presence and the way his eyes looked to be filled with animosity and madness. If Veigar truly was a yordle, he was a yordle only in name and stature.

At first, she was disbelieving of what had happened. She pouted, a bit upset. All she wanted was to befriend this strange yordle. She had heard much of him, but it only interested her, she never imagined that he would act such way to his own kind. She got to her feet, dusted herself off, and walked away.

Before she knew it, she was in her room, atop her bed and wrapped in a warm blanket. But she didn't feel warm. It was a strange feeling for Lulu, being sad, not being happy. The last time she felt like this, she had just come from the Glade with Pix, only to find that a long time had passed. Such a long time, that everyone she knew was already gone. Her friends, her family, all of them, dead, all the while she was messing around in some wonderland where nothing is what it was and everything was nothing it should be. She lived, and that was all she knew. She couldn't go back in time. She had only to go on, and so, she smiled, and she made friends, and she laughed and played. She had to. She couldn't stop, couldn't stop running, or else the past would catch up to her. And if it caught her, she would break. She just knew it.

And then she felt them, the tears streaming down her face. She felt Pix, her fae companion, land on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. She was thankful to have him, at least, but, she couldn't help but to cry. She would laugh and smile, she would look as if she was beaming with happiness, but she only felt like she was falling apart. She wanted him as a friend; truly she did, but to have been so forcefully rejected. She felt unwanted. What would she do if others didn't want her? She would have no one, no one but Pix. For a while, she thought that all she needed was Pix, but it became clear that she needed someone more than as a companion.

"We aren't meant to be alone…"

She drifted off to sleep.