Hody good people of Fanfic. Yukami has returned once more to provide another commissioned work, this time from one popular GeistLoL, who also writes league fiction as I do. To be honest, his works are better than mine, in my opinion, so feel free to check him out.

I also want to make an announcement to the closing of commissions for the moment. It's not that i don't want to write for the lovely people wanting my work, so much that I have neglected the stories that I originally started with. It's a problem when I have to reread the entire story of Sated Instincts to get a gist of where I was, and shovel up The Last Yukami to polish and rewrite it. So until further notice, all commissions after today will be denied. of course don't throw them away, but hold onto them in case you want me to write them.

Without further ado, enjoy the story!

Riven stood before the stove top of her apartment, carefully eyeing the pan she was holding. She quietly hummed a song as she waited patiently for the breakfast confection to finish its browning, her stomach lightly growling at the lack of sustenance and her eyes droopy from recently waking from her sleep. She was attired in only her white t-shirt, wrinkles and small folds keeping the garment messy, and dark gray panties. Her white hair, normally tied up into a ponytail, was let free to drop to her shoulders unkempt. Her hair was more disheveled with strands obviously attempting to flee the others, primarily from her usual bed head, but was emphasized with the activity she indulged in the night prior. She took a quick glance to the counter where two plates of flapjacks rested, one having four while the other had two.

The kitchen of her apartment was dimly lit by the overhanging microwave near the stove, giving her enough lighting to properly observe her cooking. While she had no serious intent on creating a lavish or extravagant appearance for her residency, the ex-commander enjoyed her modest and humble yet enriching home design. She colored her kitchen a mixture of red and white, and her living space only having a television on a stand with a small wooden table and a single three cushioned beige couch before it. The windows to her living room were curtained by red fabric, and the walls were painted similar to her kitchen with red and white stripes.

She should be getting up soon, she thought idly as she flipped the confection over and smiling warmly at the near perfectly brown surface. Her thoughts trailed off to the female she had begun cooking breakfast for, a faint blush on her otherwise mostly tanned skin filling her cheeks. She had been recovering from her traumatic life after the wars with Ionia and Noxus when she had met her, and through the years of friendship and eventual interest, Riven found a home not only in the place previously her battleground, but within the arms of its more decorated fighter/dancer. Now a solid seven years had passed, and she stayed in the serenity of Ionia on the outskirts of the main capital with her lover as they went in and out the days as champions to the Institute of War.

In reality, Riven never expected the captain of the Ionian guard to find her attractive. Irelia, in the white-haired warrior's opinion, was a goddess in all rights. Her dedication to her honor and home made her the warmest soul to learn from, but the most dangerous when either was threatened. She had the grace and fluidity in her combat and dance of a flower, with the precision and tact of a master craftsman. In the many times she had witnessed her performance as a dancer or faced her as an opponent, she had fell enthralled in her motions, the smallest and most intricate motion perfected to a point that would put the natural order it represents to shame. Each move of her hand and blades were literal works of art, keeping the warrior and her more hardened eyes mesmerized throughout.

Riven took off the pancake from the skillet instinctively as she continued to imagine the majesty that was her lover, her mind trailing away to the motions of Irelia's moves more than what they were. She recalled vividly the smooth twirls and dips of Irelia's body as she danced, her ceremonial armor being as light as air to the dancer as she moved. While it was designed to aid the captain in both her performances and her battles, Riven couldn't help but mentally gawk at the tight fitting outfit as it hugged the dancer's curves and accentuated the contours of her hourglass body. With each motion she remembered from her dances, she was mesmerized by the beauty Irelia radiated, and more importantly, the sexiness of her assets that were more or less enhanced with her spins and flips.

Riven broke from her reverie of undressing and admiring the mental image of the captain when a pair of hands curled around her waist and a warm mass pressed against her back. She smirked before reaching to the stove top and turning off the fire.

"Morning, snow bunny~" Irelia purred into the exile's ear, her soft lips caressing her earlobe as she pulled the slightly shorter woman closer to her body. Riven giggled softly as the sensation of her voice sent a tingle through her body. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, but I wish I slept more," Riven replied, turning her head to face the dancer with a playful expression. "Still tired since we spent a good portion of the night not sleeping."

Irelia began to giggle too, hers being sultrier in tone. She raised her hands up from the exile's midriff and cupped the underside of her breasts, taking a generous squeeze of the mounds under the cotton fabric. "If you still slept good after that, then I am doing something right," she joked. Riven merely giggled before turning her full body around to face the captain and throwing her arms over her shoulder, pulling her in for a loving kiss. Irelia absolutely loved the way the white-haired warrior's lips felt on hers, and deepened the kiss almost immediately as she pressed herself into the fighter and against the stove. The two mingled their tongues instantly, Riven pulling the warrior as close to her body as possible. Irelia moved her hands down from the exile's sides to her rear, lightly groping her ass as she pushed her against the countertop and pinned herself between Riven's legs. Riven moaned lightly into the kiss as she felt the heat and sexual tension rise, but broke the kiss and lightly pushed the captain away.

Irelia moaned in disapproval to the exile's retreat. "Come back…I wasn't done with that," she whined as they stared at each other.

Riven giggled lightly. "And you'll never be done if I let you continue. I made breakfast for us, and I'd rather my pancakes not go cold," she retorted.

"Come on…we can eat them later. I want something sweeter." Irelia suggested, burying herself in the crook of the exile's neck and peppering her skin with kisses. Riven smiled as she once again pushed the captain away.

"They are sweet. They're blueberry." Riven stated matter-of-factly. Irelia looked at the warrior in surprise for a second before looking at the stack of pancakes. With comical speed, Irelia dispatched herself from between the exile's legs and grabbed the plate with four pancakes before snatching a fork and knife from the drain and power walking to the couch within the living room. Riven laughed at the enthusiasm from the dancer. "And like that, I lost her."

"You know damn well what you did when you told me these were blueberry. Toss me the syrup before these get cold!" Irelia said hurriedly. Riven laughed louder at the response.

"I'm surprised you haven't dumped me for a plate of blueberry pancakes already," Riven joked as she got her plate with her silverware and the syrup.

"You make the literal best ones. Why the nine hells would I lose out on my snow bunny AND her divine pancakes?!" she pointed.

"Maybe because some guy would make better ones and have the largest dick?" she suggested, sitting down on the couch beside the dancer. Irelia paused and looked up in thought, before nodding slightly and taking the syrup from the outstretched hand of the white-haired warrior.

"…you're about fifteen percent right," she admitted. Riven raised an eyebrow at the blunt statement.

"Fifteen? Why that number, and why not completely?" Riven asked, somewhat annoyed by the fact from the dancer.

"Well, five percent is because it's a guy, so there goes those facts. Five percent is that it's blueberry pancakes that are better than yours, which is impossible since I would literally kill someone if they threatened either you or those. Last five percent is because I was bored," Irelia explained as she devoured piece after piece of her plate. Riven eyed her companion while she ate her food, raising an eyebrow to the statement she had made and holding slight insult to the seemingly blunt and honest reply to her original question. Irelia devoured her plate within seconds, but felt the burning gaze of her partner as it bore into her skull. "You seem upset about something."

"No, no. I'm just curious, because the way you said it made it seem like I'm not optimal," Riven replied pointedly.

"Oh, gods…not again." Irelia groaned as she threw her head back and sighed. "Riv, let me be clear. I wouldn't take anyone else besides you. I never have and never will."

"Then why eighty-five? Am I only eighty-five percent good enough for you?" Riven huffed.

"It's not that, and you know it. You asked me a question and expected an honest answer."

"It was a rhetorical question."

"Still with the expectancy of an answer, and knowing you, you'd want it to be as honest as possible. You and I have been together for years now, and there has been the oath to never keep secrets and stay one hundred percent honest with one another. I'm following my end of the deal," Irelia explained. "And for the eighty-five percent specifically, because no one is perfect. You have your skeletons and your scars, you have things that I love and things that annoy me to nine hells. But what we have isn't based off the goods and the bads, it's based off the memories and the experiences."

Riven opened her mouth to argue, but Irelia quickly placed a finger to her lips to silence her. "If I didn't have you, I'd be lonely and dark. I'd be damning everything that was in this life that wasn't my home or my honor. But seeing you, being with you, loving you, has made me realize more. I needed the strength to make you happy. And making you happy makes me happy," she continued. Riven's eyes softened at the gentle touch of the dancer and the smooth tone of her words. She knew that Irelia meant no ill intentions with her words, and they did admit that there would be no secrets or lies so long as they were was the conviction and care she put into words and actions countless times that made it easy for the exile to fall in love with her, and hard to stay upset at anything with the dancer.

"…gods you're such a sap." Riven chuckled, raising her hand to cup the captain's cheek. Irelia mirrored the motion, before leaning in and placing a kiss on her lips. "And I love that about you."

"Just like I love when you make the best pancakes ever," Irelia teased. "Still open to the dessert though."

Riven giggled at the suggestion, gently pushing away the dancer from her. "I'd like to walk today. I have to go grocery shopping for our food for another few weeks, thank you," she replied. The two stood from the table with their now empty plates and placed the dishes in the sink before heading back to the couch and seating themselves to watch television. Riven sat in between the legs of Irelia and flipped the channels looking for something interesting.

While she scrolled the guide for some familiar titles, a stray thought popped into mind. "Hey, sweets? When we were talking, did you ever think of what that mystic guy with amazing pancakes and hung like a horse was like?" Riven asked. Irelia looked to the slightly smaller warrior on her lap with a raised eyebrow.

"You're still on that, Riv?" she said.

"No, no…I was curious. If I wasn't with you, what would your dream guy look like? What would he act like?" she asked, genuinely curious to the tastes of her beloved. Irelia saw no ill tone from the mention, and felt her question was as innocent as she usually was.

"Well…I figured him to be a little bit dark skinned with brown hair, or really strong light skinned. He has to be Ionian-"

"Which is why I am a disappointment," Riven interjected, earning a painful finger prod in her side from the dancer.

"Take that back, right now," she scolded.

"Sorry, mommy," Riven replied in a childlike tone. Irelia hummed sultrily at the title.

"Now you're asking to be thrown into the couch," she purred.

"Back to the description of Mr. Man," Riven concluded.

"Well, Ionian male with light or dark skin, brown hair. Has to be a fighter physically, and possibly able to beat me in a fight," Irelia continued. "Plus good in bed and can cook a mean pancake."

Riven chuckled as she adjusted herself to lean against her lover and look to her, the back of her shoulder pressed against Irelia's bosom and her body squeezed between her legs. "Like you're gonna get someone to fit that description perfectly," she chided.

"I'm fairly sure there are some guys who are available in Ionia who can do all that," Irelia reasoned.

"Maybe collectively, but not one that has ALL of that. You can stop dreaming now."

"Well then, what's your dream guy?" Irelia challenged. Riven looked to her with a cocked eyebrow.

"You're joking right?" Riven returned, earning a shake of the head. She sighed as she leaned back against Irelia and began to play with the captain's fingers. "Well…I'll give it to you, a guy that can fight is attractive, but he has to be sweet and gentle. He has to know how I feel whenever he glances at me, and can comfort me better than you can. Not saying I am against your comfort, but it'd be a plus."

"Anything appearance wise?"

"He can't be below an eight in looks all together. He doesn't have to be some model, but I like the ones that look good because it makes me feel better about myself."

"How so?"

"Probably same reason you want him to look good too. He likes me for me and I am with a hunk of a guy." Irelia laughed after her statement, eliciting a small glare from Riven.

"And you tell me to keep dreaming? Riv, I have seen most of the guys in Ionia in the time I have been captain. I can tell you now no guy is gonna be an eight in looks with personality," she told. "I mean, maybe three or four guys put together, but not one."

"And you're confident your dream guy is better and more accessible?"

"I willing to bet on it." Riven sat up from the dancer and eyed her challengingly. One of the few things she loved to do in her spare time with Irelia was wager small things. There were some moments where their investment into the gamble elicited some heated arguments, but none of which could keep them upset or apart.

Riven hummed in surprise. "Well how about we sate that wager?" she suggested, a triumphant grin stretched on her face. Irelia merely raised an eyebrow but returned her smirk as the sentence registered in her thoughts.

"To see which one of the two descriptions is real?" she offered, earning a nod from the white-haired exile. "I don't know, something like this makes our other stuff seem insufficient."

"Your meaning…?"

"We need to up the ante. No more chores for time or paying for dinner."

Riven stood from the seat between Irelia's legs and crossed her arms as she faced the captain. "I can agree with that. You have your terms, I'm guessing?"

Irelia stood from the couch to meet the height of the ex-commander, crossing her arms as well before clicking her tongue. "Every time you and I are in this apartment, you belong to me and me only. Whatever I say is done without question. And I want you to do it in the bunny suit."

At the mention of the infamous outfit, Riven's smile fell into a disgusted frown. "Really? I hate that thing. It's so constricting!" she protested. "Can't it just be the first part?"

"You hate the outfit, but I love it. And no, you agreed to the raise, I'm putting in my chips," Irelia returned. The exile scoffed as she had to bear the thought of the outfit she had regrettably kept within her wardrobe being used again and more frequently if she lost. Her eyes perked however, as another thought pulled to her. Riven's grin returned strong immediately.

"Fine. But my wager is the same as yours miss frosty," Riven retorted. Irelia paled before moving away from the exile with a disgusted expression.

"Hells no," Irelia deadpanned. Riven laughed heartily at the reaction of her lover to the suggestion. "I don't care what you say, I couldn't care less about the damned bet, I refuse to put that thing on."

"You want me in my bad dress, I want you in yours," Riven stated.

"Can't you make it so I'd go nude? Or even my ceremonials? Anything but that one. I almost got frostbite the last time I changed my hair like that," Irelia protested.

"You want a bunny suit, I want my frostbuns. Plain and simple. No nude, no ceremonials, frostblade," Riven stated with finality. Irelia groaned and rolled her eyes at the stubbornness of her lover's demand.

"Hate that damned…fine!" she cursed, before outstretching her arm to seal the deal. Riven met her open palm with her own, and after a resolute shake of hands, pulled the dancer strongly into her as they stood. Irelia, caught off by the sudden force and close proximity, yelped as her body crashed into Riven's. Before she could properly react to the action, Riven coiled her arm previously outstretched for the handshake around the curve of her back and raised her free hand to cup the dancer's cheek. Without warning, Irelia found her lips seized once more by the exile, heated dangerously with passion and desire, enough to overwhelm and intoxicate the captain.

Her confusion at the sudden kiss was melted immediately as she delved into the lip lock to match the fervor of her lover. When Riven broke the lock, she breathed softly, staring at the warrior with mixed emotions and an anticipation of some answer.

"Now…I believe my dancer wanted dessert with her pancakes?" Riven suggested, before gently pushing Irelia back onto the couch.

Later in the day, Irelia and Riven casually walked through the streets of the main capital, eyes roaming between various shops and buildings and people that communed in their day. Deciding that the sooner they found their respective targets, the sooner the debate and inevitable wager would end. They decided that their traditional outfits were too familiar to go out with, so they changed into more formal Ionian attire.

Irelia switched from her traditional ceremonial armor and outfit for her dress designed for her position as a future elder. She felt that finding some tailor to make a dress for her was too cumbersome and went with her outfit as a member of the Order of the Lotus.

Riven opted out her tunic and armor with a white dress that stretched to her thighs before splitting the left leg open and falling to her mid-calf. It had a gold trim along the seams and at the edges, and a golden bamboo tree sewn onto the left side of her midriff on top of a white sash that tied into a knot on the right side of her midriff. The dress left her sleeveless, as it covered her cleavage and wrapped around her neck. To compensate the lack of covering on her arms, she wore a matching arm glove that extended to her bicep on her right arm. Her bare left leg was covered in a single white stocking designed similarly to her dress that went up to her mid-thigh, leaving just a small amount of her tanned skin bare to see. To her relief, she was able to wear some lightweight outdoor slippers colored white instead of the heels her lover nearly begged her to wear. Her hair was tied back into the upward ponytail she usually wore, but was accentuated with ornamental hair pins that crossed in an X behind her head. Riven's sash was custom made to have a clip sheath on her back to keep her broken runic sword.

Both satisfied with their respective design, and Irelia's cat calling of her lover's outfit, the two set out toward the later parts of the afternoon into the main capital of Ionia. Walking within the streets, they were of course greeted by the masses with varying degrees. Most of them were respectful bows to their status and regalia, some opted to handshakes or simple hellos. Only a handful displayed some sour remark directed to Riven, but was quickly banished as Irelia's presence and the fact of Riven's alignment to Noxus being terminated long ago made them realize she wasn't to be ill motioned. Within the hour of their commerce, they found places to spot their respective targets and disbanded from each other.

However, both were rather frustrated that out of the near countless males that seemed to fit the appearance factor, was either too pompous or self-righteous for Riven, or too soft hearted for Irelia. Most importantly, both were irritated that no one wanted to demonstrate themselves in battle against either of them, knowing that they were two of the most capable fighters within the nation. By the time the night rush began, they hadn't met a single male that could fit more than one of their criteria.

Vying to take a break for the night, the two decided to dine out for dinner a few hours later, choosing a sushi restaurant owned and operated by the Kinkou ninja Akali. The owner, being respectful to the company of two fellow champions, and a close associate to both Riven and Irelia, gave them a private room for their meal so they could peacefully enjoy their meal without their fame, or for the select few whom still held disdain for Riven's presence infamy, causing their night to be overwhelmed. The room they entered was of traditional design, having intricate swirling designs painted to the walls and a larger scale painting covering one wall entirely. There were small pots of Ionian flora that sat at each corner of the room, and towards the door was a marble stone water fountain designed into the look like one of the numerous dragons that existed within the nation of Ionia. The floor was of tatami matting, and in the center was a single kneeling table with three seating pillows at each side and a small statue holding an incense in the center.

The two dropped onto the soft pillows and sighed, looking to each other with knowing looks and defeated smiles. They could only wait patiently for whomever was their waiter to come in a provide the food they requested at the front end of the restaurant.

"What's your count?" Irelia asked first. Riven groaned loudly as she had to remember what she tallied her last potential number that she found when searching for guys.

"I think…seven? Still, they all seemed so nice looking, and then they began spouting about their wealth and their heritage. I think one of them was either the son or brother of one of the elders," Riven answered. "Do you know of any elders with siblings or children?"

Irelia hummed for a second in thought before her eyes perked up at the revelation. "Did he have some blue and gold arm ornament on his right bicep?" Irelia asked. Riven nodded as she recalled that exact ornament being the interest that invited her to approach him.

Irelia pinched the bridge of her nose as the name came to mind. "That…was Ikisuke…and he is the bratty younger son of Elder Jusuke." She groaned. "I know I am not supposed to talk ill of the elders, but that child hates to keep justice with his father's position. He's overly narcissistic and brags way too much to be an option for any female."

"I know. Half the time I couldn't answer his questions about me cause he cut me off to talk about himself," Riven replied. "How many did you get through?"

"I wanna say fifteen, but the triplets from the southern dragon division count as three so seventeen total," Irelia answered. Riven widened her eyes as the dancer revealed her interaction with well over twice the number of males she spoke to, and even found triplets. "Every one of them is either too scared or not skilled enough yet to face me in a simple spar, and the first six decided that it's be alright to suggest some perverse qualities they have to try and seduce me. A few of them were nice, but they definitely were too meek to fight and-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Seventeen?" Riven interjected. They had not noticed the presence of a third individual entering the room until they saw a hand place a cup of tea on the kneeling table before them. Neither looked to the waiter either as they spoke. "You checked up seventeen guys?"

"Honestly would have been more, but like I said, I know most of the guys in Ionia's main capital by now so-"

"Are you that interested in someone else filling your criteria to replace me?" Riven asked with both concern and irritation. Irelia looked to the exile with a deadpanned look, contorting to insult as she realized what the white haired warrior was implying.

"…are you serious?" she asked.

"I only looked up seven guys to clear the bet! You went all out and even found triplets to fill the role! Of course I am serious!" Riven called, her voice rising as irritation welled within her.

"Riv, please. Let's not do this here. I told you too many times before that I am not replacing you with anyone. You mean too much to me to even consider it," Irelia returned.

"It's kind of hard to tell when you're so open about finding and fucking 'Mr. Right'," Riven sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Irelia looked to her now with irritation as well, feeling insulted by her comment.

"I am not trying to have sex with some random guy, Riven," she shot back.

"Wasn't one of your criteria being that he has to be good in bed?" Riven retorted.

"That was a joke! I didn't actually mean that I'd want some guy I just met to have sex with me!" Irelia shouted. "I just wanted to find someone relatively close to the detail I made so I didn't have to wear that gods awful outfit you're so slutty over!"

"So I'm a slut now?!" Riven argued, slamming her hands onto the table. "That's real cute coming from the girl looking to bed anything within seconds that makes food she likes! I'd say that's gold digging Irelia, but even those have a target worth spreading their legs for."

"Why the hells would you think your broken ass would be worth more than some shitty pancakes?!"

"I do believe that is enough, you two," a stern and deep voice called. The two's angered glares snapped to the waiter currently pouring a third cup of tea before sitting down at the third pillow. "It is rather frustrating to see two champions of the Institute of War, one being a former commander and the other being a captain of the Ionian Guard argue so violently in words." The male waiter had a cloth covering his face and head, and a traditional black and white gi. His eyes were closed as he pulled the cloth covering his mouth down and took a leisure sip of the tea before him. Both Irelia and Riven glared at him while he sat there for a few seconds.

"Who are you again?" Riven asked. "I don't believe Akali would appreciate one of the servants drinking the tea they're serving."

"I do believe we have met multiple times before, and Akali wouldn't mind me doing my job," the male replied, his eyes still closed and his tone leveled, which only annoyed the two further.

"I doubt that. But since you're so inclined to rudeness, sir. I will take my business elsewhere," Irelia motioned before standing. "Along with my housing, because I'm done with pampering your childishness, Riven."

"And I'm finished catering to your narcissism, Irelia. It disgusts me that we've been together for so long and you're still the overzealous perv that would rather get your rocks off and eat before giving anything but yourself a damn."

"I gave a damn alright. But that stopped seven years ago when fucking you became stale. It just took a little longer to lose interest in the little redeeming qualities you have as a person."

"My redeeming qualities have a good record of beating your ass both on and off the rift," Riven growled, before reaching behind her back and grabbing her blade. "And if you'd like to get a refresher, keep talking."

Irelia glared daggers at the exile, before the blades she normally has strapped to her sides and ankles shimmered to life before floating into the air behind her. "Come on then. I've been meaning to put a Noxian bitch in her place for a while now."

"That won't be necessary, Irelia," the waiter said calmly. Both females directed their glares to him.

"Says who?!" they spat in synchronization.

The male opened his eyes and looked to the dancer with a calm expression. What both females found shocking was the blue glow that resonated from his eyes. The gaze they met with was so strong and intimidating but familiar at the same time that they paused in their tracks to analyze him.

"Because as The Eye of Twilight, it is my duty to correct the imbalance the two of you have within your relationship," Shen stated. Both females widened their eyes in astonishment at the presence of the Kinkou leader. "The Fist of Shadow has been informed of the current situation, and has allowed me to set up proper precautions to this room to do what I need to without disturbance of the patrons to her shop. Please sit and have some tea."

Irelia and Riven were so shocked to Shen's sudden presence that they could only oblige to his order and sit back onto the pillows. Shen gestured with his hand to partake of the drinks before them, and both knowing the importance of the figure with them obliged instinctively. Taking a cautious sip of their cups, both felt the wave of pleasant energy flow into them, their boiling blood from anger and heated thoughts calmed like a river meeting a lake. Both women pulled the cups away from their lips and sighed as their bodies relaxed.

"What you just drank was the dew of the Dragon lotus, which was an emergency measure should the Chi willow incense fail to restrict your angered state of mind," Shen explained before nodding to the incense in the middle of the table. The two looked to the single burning stick and noticing the orange and black striped pattern on the lower half. "I had hoped not to intervene, but the balance of forces was beginning to wane the harsher your words were becoming."

"Wait, Eye of Twilight. For what grand reason are you here for? Me and Riven were just arguing, and it hasn't been the first time that we have," Irelia asked, before throwing a sneering look to Riven. "Although, it will be the last."

"Like I said, I am here to correct the imbalance within your relationship. As for the reason why I am here at this point, is because with this particular event would spiral some events within the future that would spark a dark and dangerous outcome," he explained. "I have prepared this room with the aid of the Fist of Shadow to restrict that imbalance from continuing."

"What would have happened, if it is alright to ask?" Riven inquired, both curious and concerned that whatever would happen would require the intervention of the Eye of Twilight. Shen once again closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, before opening them to reveal their colors to be yellow.

Shen looked to the exile with the same calm expression he had for Irelia, but with a darker gaze. "Riven, you would feel sorrow for provoking the anger and departure of the captain and look to make amends, but find that Irelia was resolute in her departure and found company with the Enlightened One. Your thoughts would spiral into darkness, to which after all the pain of losing what you believe was the last person whom loved you the way you loved them, provoked your attempt and success on ending your life."

Riven and Irelia paled with wide eyes at the mention. "Irelia, after consorting with the Enlightened One to what you could do to fix the relationship you feel you have destroyed, you look for Riven to apologize for your outburst and incorrect position, only to find you're too late. Afterwards, you too will bury yourself in darkness, succumbing to the numb of alcohol and fighting before ending your own life as your heart feels the void from losing Riven grow to measures you cannot contain."

Irelia gasped, raising her hands to her mouth in shock at the words of the ninja. "The loss of the Captain after her sudden shift in behavior prompt the Elders to blame Riven for 'tainting' her, making the notice to ban the outer nations from interacting with Ionia. The other nations take the notion as an insult, and after many poorly made negotiations, eventually lead to the nations becoming enemies once more, and this time, the Institute is too far overwhelmed to properly rectify the situation. The rest is a violent and painful history only comparable to the rune wars."

The two women watched the Eye of Twilight close his eyes once more before opening them to his normal blue hues. "T-that can't be…h-how can this argument lead t-to something so…horrible?" Riven asked, nearly breaking into tears as the weight of it all crashed into her. "That has to be a story!"

"It isn't," Irelia said resolutely, but her tone was of a whimper. Riven looked to the dancer to see tears fall from her face. "The Eye of Twilight foresees the cause and effect of all imbalances to the world. He had seen the coming of the Void, the Rune wars, even the presence of the more sinister outcomes and minds of those that exist. All of which was valid, and all of which came true to the point that his word could literally spell destruction and doom," she stated. "But none of that matters to me…"

Both Shen and Riven looked to the dancer when she finished her sentence. Irelia stood back up from her seat and walked around the table to Riven's side before dropping to her knees. "What matters to me is that you would take your life because of me…I can attest to the truth, because I know I wouldn't be able to bear the days without you, Riven," she said, her voice wavering and cracking as she looked into the crimson eyes of her lover. "I'd never want you to leave me, and I would sooner destroy the world than let you be alone and gone. I love you too much to let you go."

Riven felt her own tears that pooled in her eyes fall, her voice gone and her emotions overwhelming her. "P-please…don't leave m-me…I love you so much…" she breathed out hoarsely. Irelia nodded furiously before leaning in to cup the cheeks of the exile and pulled her into the most loving kiss they could imagine. Neither going deeper than they needed to, neither giving anything but their hearts in the lip lock. Shen hummed as he watched to two emotionally overwhelmed lovers embrace each other, closing his eyes to see if there was to be anything wrong with their slowly balancing spirits. He lightly chuckled before opening his eyes once more, his mission not yet completed unless he satisfied one last detail.

The two broke their kiss after several seconds sighing in joy that the other was before them. Their eyes met one another with a compassion that burned like fire. Irelia used her thumb to wipe the tears from Riven's cheek, before smiling warmly. Riven sniffled as she felt the gentle touch of the dancer's finger over her cheek.

"That's enough crying from you…it'll mess up how good you look in that dress." Irelia cooed. Riven giggled.

"You need to take your own advice. Sad eyes look horrible on you," she joked. Irelia laughed at her reply before pressing her forehead to Riven's. Riven joined her laughter immediately, before pulling the dancer into a hug. "I'm sorry I said all those things about you…Do you really hate the frostblade outfit that much?"

"I do…but I'm willing to find something remotely good with it if you like it. Do you hate your bunny girl cosplay?" Irelia asked in return. Riven nodded lightly.

"I mean…all I got when I was given it by the league was a bunch of pervy looks and cat calls. One guy said I was only good for sticking out my bunny tail one match I lost…" Riven answered. Irelia pulled away from the hug to look at the exile with concern. Riven saw her expression turn deadly and knew what she had just done. "Irelia, sweetie…"

"Give me a name," she said in a dark tone.

"It was a low ranked summoner…" Riven reasoned.

"Give me a name," Irelia repeated, her tone still cold.

"he was on a loss streak…"

"Give. Me." Irelia accentuated.

"He probably was just randomly put into the top lane."

"A. Name."

"It was like two months ago. I got over it, Irelia."

"Riv."

"Babe, please don't."

"Riven," she said with annoyance in her tone.

"Irelia."

"Riven." She stated with finality. Riven sighed heavily.

"Summoner Xendaya," Riven conceded, knowing that Irelia was dedicated to finding out one way or the other.

"Thank you." Irelia smiled before placing a peck to the exile's lips.

"I hope that you are not planning to do something outrageous, Captain?" Shen asked. Riven and Irelia looked to him with grateful expressions.

"Oh no, Shen! I just have to teach a summoner that insulting my battle bunny is like them insulting me, and to apologize WITH THEIR FACE," Irelia replied, her tone turning vicious at the end. Shen merely shook his head and lightly chuckled at the zealous dancer. "But I want to thank you whole heartedly for helping us find ourselves."

"I am not finished," Shen added, earning confused looks from the two of them. "Just because your argument is dispersed for the moment does not entail your balance. There is still a matter of which you two must complete before my mission is accomplished."

"What could possibly be hindering you?" Riven asked. "You helped me and Irelia figure out what could happen if things went awry."

"Because I solved the dispute now with your current issue, doesn't mean that you have no other matters that need solving," Shen answered. 'My mere mention of what's to come might spark another outburst, that will foster a greater strain due to the idea that your relationship is destined to remain. I am here now to validate one simple fact."

"And that would be?"

"What was your intention for this day?" he asked simply. The two looked to each other before looking down in thought. Irelia was the first to realize his implication.

"The bet."

"Correct. And I am here to give the answer that should satisfy both arguments." Shen continued. "Me."