Hi again Summoners! Okay, this the the beginning of my MalzaharxLeblanc fic, not the most popular ship, but I like it. Anywho I'm only releasing the first two chapters to make sure everything is in shape. How the characters are portrayed, if their interactions are believable. I got a some very well written views for my first story, so I'm going to try and re-write a TeemoxTristana, because... Somebody needs to do that couple justice. If you check my profile I'm going to put a full list of the pairings I hope to write in the future, and enjoy this... Hopefully...

"Malzahar stop!" She cried out to him, but his feet did not cease their endless march across the scorching sands. His clothes were weathered and torn, his legs quaked from over exhaustion, his skin was burned and his eyes were dazed. "Please," she begged. "Just stop." But he did not respond, he simply kept walking, his purpose unknown, even to him. The voice kept calling him, it would not cease, and he needed to discover its origin, lest it torment him forever. "Malzahar!" She cried one final time before the sands kicked up a veil of dirt and Malzahar was gone.

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The moon hung over Noxus, full and luminescent and only a few people were walking the on the winter night. It was quiet, peaceful, or at least it was on the surface, but there are those who knew better. Leblanc let go of another breath, her breath visible in the cold air, she sat on the small balcony connected to her bed chambers and stared across the city. It was almost pretty in its current state, lanterns decorating the landscape, stars painting the sky. Noxus didn't celebrate holidays, but if it did, now would be a perfect time for one. She wasn't wearing her usual garb, sometimes she just had to be comfortable and despite popular belief, small latex straps weren't all that comfortable. She wore an esteemed night gown, only worn by the noble and a fur robe to keep her warm. "It used to be easy to control this city…" She mused to herself. The Black Rose was her child, she cared for it, supplied it with what it needed, raised to be the syndicate it was, but it still wasn't enough. Darius cracked down on crimes, within days half of her info spies, informants and bribers were killed, executed in hideous fashions and the Hand of Noxus says he isn't finished yet. Her people are in hiding, terrified of exposure, the only reason she wasn't to be executed was her involvement in the League, and even then she received very little appreciation for her efforts. To be fair, she was no nationalist, she barely cared for the city as a whole, she just wanted to control it. To hold all the cards, and no attention towards her, that was her goal, Noxus used to be ripe with corruption, but now it may be time to move on. "Perhaps Zaun is in a state of disarray." She spoke to herself.

"Mi Lady," A voice came from behind her door and a knocking quickly followed. "Mi Lady." Leblanc waved her hand carelessly and the door swung open. One of her hooded informants stepped forward and kneeled before her.

"You may speak," She ordered him.

"General Swain has requested your presence, he said it was urgent."

"Huh, I assume it was too much to hope for an evening to myself… Very well, you are dismissed, report to the Forbidden Thorn when you can." The informant bowed again and quickly fled out the door. Leblanc snapped her fingers and a golden aura covered her robes until they emerged as her battle garb, she placed her crown upon her head, took up of her staff and set out to the Noxus Palace.

"No! No! You're saying it wrong." Draven lectured Talon.

"How could I be saying it wrong, there's only one way to say it." Talon coldly replied.

"You're saying it like, Draven, like it's not the most bad ass thing you've ever heard. You should be saying it like; Draaaaven!" And Talon only offered an unamused stare in response.

"You boys should just fuck and get it over with." Katarina joked from where she sat.

"If I were you Kat, I wouldn't make jokes about your sexual preferences." Talon countered.

"What's wrong? Miss your big squishy Demacian teddy bear?" Draven laughed. The three stood outside the war room, which Swain and Darius had entered some time ago, and have yet to give indication as to what they were planning.

"You should all end this pointless conversation and focus on something important," Leblanc strolled into the room.

"Hey Leblanc, does Swain keep his bird on his arm while you're on top of him or does that just make things weird?" Draven taunted and was answered by mystical chains enveloping him. "Hey!"

"The day you learn to shut your mouth Draven, is a day the whole world will celebrate peace on Valoran…" Leblanc shook her head and continued into the war room. The room seemed to have a green tint throughout it, but was simply a circular room with weapon racks and maps scattered about. Darius stood over the map of Valoran in the center of the room while Swain stood opposite of him.

"Lady Leblanc," Swain greeted, in about as cheerful a voice as Swain could manage. "You've arrived just in time."

"You requested my presence, how may I be of assistance?" Her tone sly and confident, as it always was.

"The Void." Swain ominously stated.

"Excuse me?"

"Demacia is gaining an edge over us…" Darius grimly spoke. "They have diplomatic relations with both Ionia and Bandle City, we have a mutual agreement with Zaun but it isn't enough. Bilge Water has refused us, and I have no intention of meeting with the Shadow Isles."

"So you're next option is the Void?" Leblanc asked, astounded by their arrogance. "This is the most foolish decision you could have come to."

"Not the void itself, just its power." Swain added, now Leblanc was curious as to their plan. "A great deal of gold has been donated to Viktor and he has created us a machine that can harness the power of the Void, bend its creatures to our will; use its destructive magic to our advantage."

"Delightful," Leblanc said without much care. "Have fun obliterating your enemies, may I return to my home?"

"No, I…" Darius thought for a moment. "Noxus needs you."

"Why?"

"The machine is powered by pure energy of the Void." Swain began. "Now there is only one known tear in reality that is a direct link to the void. That my dear is Icathia."

"The ancient city?"

"You've heard of it?" Swain followed up and Leblanc nodded. "Unfortunately, only four beings know of its location, three of them are monsters of questionable intelligence, however the last is the Priest of the Void. Malzahar."

"What does this have to with me? I have no connection to Malzahar, and would prefer for our relationship to stay that way."

"My Dear," Swain approached her. "You are the Deceiver, get him to show you a map, or describe land marks, anything would be preferable to scouring Valoran blindly,"

"Deceive him, use any method necessary to lead us to that location. From there, we'll do the rest," Darius added. "For this service I will relinquish one hundred and twenty of your spies from our dungeons."

"…A good start…" Leblanc placed a finger on her chin. "I shall deliver further terms once the location is known, but you must stay true to your word Darius."

"Of course he will," Swain answered for him. "Return to the League and seek out Malzahar, whatever you do, do it quickly, Demacia gains confidence every day, soon they'll be bold enough to strike."

"Very well, farewell General," Leblanc bowed to Swain. "Darius," She begrudgingly spoke his name as she left, not even caring to bid a farewell to Draven or the other assassins outside the chamber. It seemed pointless to return home now, the sun would be up soon anyway and Leblanc had made it through another sleepless night. It wasn't as if she wasn't tired, she just… Never felt comfortable where she slept. There was always someone waiting for her to close her eyes with a dagger in his hand, she never felt truly safe. With good reason as well, a lot of people wanted her dead and she couldn't blame them.

With most politicians out of commission due to Darius' reform movement, the Black Rose significantly reduced in power. There was only one way left for the organization to stay on top of secrets and obtain dirt on every official in the city.

Leblanc calmly opened the door to a back alley shop with "The Forbidden Rose" written on a sign hanging above. Her steps were confident and strong as she walked through the building, she walked to a far corner, to the finest table and took a seat. With a ring of a bell, a light wine glass was brought to her containing her usual choice wine and she watched. Watched as men would select her employees, one after another, and would be led off to some filthy room where things that no child should witness would take place. The Forbidden Rose was a brothel, a very successful brothel, but a brothel none the less, and Leblanc learned all she needed to from this small building. Captain Arctus was having an affair with Colonel Ovian's secretary, General An'shi killed his sister when he was younger and has yet to alert the authorities, and Private Juanshi has a Yordle fetish. That was what she learned just the night before, men were so easy to manipulate as long as they think they're in control.

"Madam Leblanc," A voice spoke to her and Leblanc turned, seeing nothing at first, her reaction was to look down and see Gaige, possibly the only Yordle she'd ever seen in Noxus. What she was doing as a concubine, Leblanc wasn't sure, she was incredibly brilliant by human standards, and from what her clients say, she has a strangely large and talented tongue. Her skin was a darker blue color and darker blue freckles ran along her cheeks. Her hair, once white, had been dyed to be Noxus colors of black, with a green line running along her bangs. "You seem distressed."

"Huh… I may be… Anything new from your clients?" Leblanc tried to divert the topic from her well being.

"No ma'am… Unless you consider a revolutionary idea on how to train monkeys worth your time… Why do I always get stuck with scribes, scientists and virgins?"

"Do you really expect a high ranking General to go for a Yordle?"

"Touché… Still, it'd nice to have someone that could actually pleasure me…" Gaige mused before a nervous looking man in a trench coat waved at her. "Oh hell…" She sighed at Leblanc.

"Something troubling you?" She asked.

"It's that guy… He has a wife who's on her way to become a Captain, so I worked him a little harder to get more information and now he thinks I love him and we'll run away together…" And Gaige turned fully to Leblanc with begging eyes. Leblanc knew what she wanted, and regretfully gave in, with a flick of her wrist, a mirror image of herself appeared and seductively made its way to the man in question. "Mistress I love you!" Gaige cheered and hugged Leblanc on her chair.

"You realize those reflections only remain tangible for ten minutes correct?"

"Oh, it'll have nine minutes to spare then… He's not a very durable man…" At this Leblanc chuckled. "Well, you spared a thirty minute sobbing session, so what's up with you? Still trying to blow Swain?"

"Nothing so crass dear, General Swain is an intelligent and interesting man… I believe our goals could be furthered if we were closer… but…" Leblanc struggled to put her childish fancy in complex form. No one captivated her attention the way the general did, and she desired comfort from him. Part of her knew better, that a love connection simply wasn't a reality, but that didn't stop her from trying.

"Yeah, you still wanna blow him," Gaige concluded with a smile. Leblanc gave up her efforts to disagree with the Yordle, knowing how difficult it was to debate with her.

"I was assigned to discover the whereabouts of Icathia. I don't suppose any of your scribes have given you any clue as where I can start?" And Gaige placed a finger on her chin to think.

"…That's the void place right?" Leblanc nodded with little effort. "…I once had a summoner in bed with me, again not the most talented lover, but he did give a lot of praise to a champion he had recently used in combat, Melzaha… Malnaza? Something like that,"

"Malzahar?" Leblanc offered. "Yes, we already discussed him at the war room."

"Well, apparently he is going to return to Icathia soon, so he's taking a month off from the League, I'm pretty sure mid-lane summoner's are having a riot…"

"Interesting…" Leblanc played with this new information. Malzahar was clearly the key to discovering the whereabouts of Icathia, the only question became; how in hell would she get it out of him…