I know you're all a little busy drooling over GarenXKatarina, TalonXLux, AhriXEverybody, DravenXDraven, etc etc.
But let's have a show of hands. Who here likes some gay yordles, huh!? Alright, let's see...uhh...
1....uuhh....1.....okay! Good enough!
Well, whether you like 'em or not, I bring you a fan fiction I've been developing since February and been posting since May on the ever-so-familiar Fanfiction.net.
This story, as the title shows, will center around the two yordles, Ziggs and Rumble, and develop upon their friendship as well as memories of the past and happenings of the future. Of course, this is a drama/romance story, so you can expect what happens.
(You may now hurl.)
Let's face it, it's a rule of thumb that every yordle is gay, so it's only appropriate.
The story's rating is fixed at M for Mature (so look away kiddies and teeny-boppers) so expect some cursing, violence, and other adult themes.
But here's the good part! If you don't like reading through hardcore yordle bang-bang fun time, the scene(s) is/are placed in a chapter of their own and, thus, can be skipped without severe hindrance to your reading. Ain't that some sh*t? You can thank me later.
Anyways, I won't be posting full chapters here BUT I will come back to post if new chapters are up. There is no schedule to when I post nor do I intend to make due dates for myself. I just sort of go..."Oh look! A Word document! U-uuuhhhh....WURDZ..." and then *boop!* chapters.
But wait! There's more! The first 6 chapters have already been posted! (Sweet Jesus!) So while you cringe at those, I get to waste time writing 10 words a day and then going back to playing Blazblue and watching Sam & Max (FREELANCE POOOOOLICE!)
But enough about me. Here's a preview of the first chapter that you can scroll past to get to the link with the whole chapter. Happy scrolling!
Chapter 1: Touring the Yordle Academy
A sudden wind conjured itself around the yordle, encircling him as it grew with ferocity. The grainy gusts swept through his fur and scratched at his jumpsuit. As if caught in the eye of a sandstorm, the yordle found himself trapped amongst the sizable tempest and, soon enough, felt his eyelids grow heavy and his senses fade. Losing consciousness, he fell to the ground, left alone to rest.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! ...BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! ...BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
As the ribbons of light emerged through the curtains, illuminating the small, littered bedroom in a light sunrise, the slumbering yordle turned in his bed, groaning in aggravation.
"Mmmm…morning already?" He said through his pillow, turning his blurry sight to the blaring alarm clock stationed on the nightstand beside the bed. It read: 8:30 AM. That detestable device, while annoying, was essential to the yordle's day-by-day routine. After smashing several buttons at once, the yordle yawned and lifted himself from his bed linen, shifting positions to let his feet dangle above the ground. Stretching and scratching, he jumped off the bed and separated the curtains. The bright light of the sun flooded the room, briefly blinding the yordle. When the flash dissipated, it left behind a panoramic view of a city-state that never seemed to rest, as if the city itself was preoccupied with its own development; Piltover.
This was a view the yordle thought he'd never get used to; the towering buildings, the passing aircrafts and the rising steam of factories busy with workers. Although this was a typical scene to witness, today was a special day for not only him but for the academy he worked for.
"Welp, today's the day!" Ziggs said to himself. "The yordles of Bandle are finally coming to tour the Yordle Academy! I wonder who'll show up." Ziggs thought to himself. Maybe Tristana would be curious enough to show maybe? Corki would seem interested. Maybe even Teemo as well. Ziggs sighed to himself as the last possible yordle came to thought.
"…nah, he'd never show up. Not in a million years. …Ah well! Time's a wastin'!" Ziggs cheered, turning on his heel and walking out of his room, beginning his morning routine. Consisting of bathing, breakfast and getting dressed, Ziggs looked in the mirror for the final time, adjusting his helmet/goggles headpiece and putting on his single earring on his left ear. Ziggs smiled at himself in the mirror.
"Lookin' good, handsome!" Grabbing a satchel off the floor with a prototype bomb inside, Ziggs hoisted it over his shoulder and proceeded to make his way out of his small apartment. Ziggs knew it wasn't much, however, it was all he could afford for the few months he'd been staying in Piltover. He would move into a larger living space, but for whom? Only himself? It was a pointless idea Ziggs tossed around in his head every so often on his way to the Yordle Academy. He yawned once more as he walked down the sidewalks of the bustling city-state.
"I wouldn't have to wake up so early if I just had my own vehicle!" Ziggs complained to himself. He watched as countless cars and other makeshift automobiles passed by him. "Lucky bastards." It was an issue that became less of a pain and more of a ritual for the yordle as he adjusted his sleep schedule to make time for the walk. But no matter where he was in his walk, he could always see the top of the towering building he knew and loved so much; The Yordle Academy of Science and Progress. The building served as both a landmark for Ziggs to follow as well as a constant reminder of his success in achieving his dream.
Within the half hour, Ziggs found himself climbing the long steps of the Academy, approaching the large, double doors that sealed the science away. Ziggs took a deep breath, knowing that the unordinary day would bring a great number of surprises to his otherwise stagnant schedule. Ziggs pushed a door open and let himself in, the smell of chemicals and hard labor filling his nostrils.
The Academy was not shy about its work and made no effort in hiding its advances as the tall ceilings gave vision several stories high. Ziggs looked up as he made his way through the busy academy. Networks of bridges and hallways created an atmosphere as if every scientist worked in the same room together. While engineers followed each other with clipboards and charts, conversing in what seemed like foreign languages, others took speedy strides past each other to attend to other matters. Ziggs was one of them and he would have wished for nothing more.
At the Attendance Office, Ziggs took out a plastic card from his pocket, swiping it through a machine mounted on a wall. The machine's screen read:
CHECK-IN SUCCESSFUL. CHECK-IN TIME: 9:54 AM. WELCOME, ZIGGS.
Placing his card back in his pocket, Ziggs made his way out of the office and to a set of elevators. His next destination was his favorite. Not his apartment, not his own, personal office, but his sanctuary. It was his refuge away from his stressors; his lab. Located on the 3rd floor, Ziggs pushed the "Up" arrow button and waited for the familiar "ding!" of the elevator.
"Aha! There you are, Ziggs!" exclaimed a voice very familiar to Ziggs. As he turned around, two yordles approached him. "I was beginning to worry myself with your lack of urgency."
Heimerdinger and his assistant, Gustaav. The famed yordle himself, the Revered Inventor, was half responsible for the formation of the establishment and nearly the entire reason Ziggs was able to find his place here. His assistant, however, was beginning to find his own purpose at the Academy and serves as a multi-purpose subordinate to Heimerdinger. Always excited to do his part to help, Gustaav was a young, male yordle taking his baby steps into research by gluing himself to Heimerdinger's hip and hugging a clipboard.
"Good morning, Dean of Demolitions." Gustaav greeted Ziggs with a quick bow, knowing he was in the presence of higher powers.
"Ah! Heimy! Gustaav! Please, just call me Ziggs. And no need to worry about me, Heimy, I know what today is. And believe me, I've got everything under control!" Ziggs stated proudly, putting his thumb to his chest.
"I would expect nothing less from the Dean of Demolitions. You are the main attraction to the opening ceremony and we cannot have aspiring scientists sit in boredom when there is opportunity airborne!" Heimerdinger stressed, raising his arms up.
"Trust me, Heimy, the crowd's gonna be so blown away they'll find themselves all the way back in Bandle! Haha!" Ziggs joked.
"Your impressive performance will serve as a symbol of what you've learned at the Academy including your hard work these past months. Imagine it as a way of displaying your potential as the Dean of Demolitions! Hold your title with pride!"
"I do! I do! That's why I'm gonna drop this baby off at the lab and then head to the Event Room to make sure everything is set up accordingly!" Ziggs said, patting his satchel.
"Excellent. Remember, the touring group is set to appear here at noon. Will you be present during the opening ceremony?"
"No can do, Heimy! After that, I'm gotta make sure my lab is in tip-top shape for when the group comes by! Don't want them to think I'm a messy guy all the time, y'know?" Ziggs chuckled.
"As you wish. Your explosives demonstration will be presence enough, I suppose. Let us be off, Gustaav, we must check in with the other departments' progress." Heimerdinger said, turning to his side and walking away.
"Yes, sir! Good luck with your show, Dean of-…I mean, Mr. Ziggs!" Gustaav stammered, giving him another bow and following Heimerdinger in suit. Ziggs watched as the two turned a corner.
"He's getting there." Ziggs said to himself. Hearing the "ding!" behind him, Ziggs turned around to see the elevator doors slide open, allowing the passengers to exit the elevator before boarding himself. With the press of a button, the doors were sealed as he was carried swiftly to the third floor. Walking down the halls, Ziggs passed by many offices and other labs devoted to different subjects of research whether it was animal testing, shock therapy or light rod enhancements. Turning several corners and crossing over a bridge, Ziggs soon found himself at the entrance to his lab, his home away from home.
Sliding the door open, Ziggs strode into his workplace. Even when he was gone, the lab seemed busy on its own. Sparks from frayed wires, the bubbling of volatile liquids in Erlenmeyer flasks, the scattered pieces of fuses and metal around the floor and the stray sheets of paper covering the surfaces of the many desks stationed around the room invited the yordle in. An island workbench stood in the center of the lab with several rolled out schematics of impressive hexplosives, or at least they would be had they been completed.
Ziggs dropped the satchel on the island table, taking out the prototype bomb and examining it.
"You're gonna be my next and greatest invention. Runeterra'll never see you comin'! I might even be able to stop a war or two with you, hehe." Ziggs laughed to himself as the half-constructed bomb sat on the table awaiting development.
"No time for you yet! Gotta get myself to the Event Room! Stat!"
Taking one last survey of his lab, Ziggs exited through the same door and took the elevators to the second floor, approaching a wall of several double doors that all lead to the same room, the Event Room. The room itself was one of the largest in the Academy with a ceiling that nearly reached the third floor. As Ziggs walked in, he could hear the echoes of yordles and humans alike, practicing their speeches at the podium or chatting idly between the innumerable rows of seats. But Ziggs's business was not with this room. No, it was with what he could detonate in this room.
Weeks prior, Ziggs was assigned the important task of creating and arranging an indoor fireworks display along with the use of any other flashy, non-volatile explosives he would deem appropriate. Accepting it without a second thought, Ziggs worked tirelessly to create something that would leave every yordle's jaw open throughout the ceremony. Now was his time to shine and there was no way he'd let another accident ruin his chances for glory.
Ziggs began his rounds along the perimeter of the Event Room, stabilizing and examining the small turrets set up that would release the initial fireworks.
"Uh huh. Mmhmm. Rockets loaded in like so…and there! Perfect." Ziggs got behind each small turret, angling the barrels in directions that would cause the fireworks to explode overhead. One by one Ziggs stepped from one turret to the next, performing maintenance where needed and realigning rockets. The last thing he needed to detonate was an innocent yordle's head, as amusing as that would be to him. Once the perimeter of the floor was covered, Ziggs moved to the control stations upstairs that overlooked the room's lighting and sound functions. Mounted along the railings were several more turrets facing downward as if ready to snipe the next yordle to walk by. Can't have that.
"How's about facing…that-a-way? Hmm…I don't want them to hit the ceiling and be responsible for another hole in the Academy's walls! If I adjust it like this, however…there! A little of 'column A' and a little of 'column B'!" Ziggs spoke to himself, anxious to see the fruits of his labor. After walking around the upstairs, Ziggs descended back to the Event Room floor to take one final assessment. Rubbing his hands together, Ziggs looked as if he was a villain planning to destroy the Academy rather than impress its visitors.
"Oooooh I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they're surrounded in colorful hexplosives! Hehehe." Ziggs looked at the time from a nearby mounted, digital clock. It read: 11:55 AM "Oh! And just in time! The touring group'll be in this room any minute!"
Just as Ziggs was about to run through a set of double doors to get back to his lab, a brighter idea struck him.
"Hmmm. Maybe I'll watch the group come in from the control room. Might as well see if I can find any familiar faces amongst the crowd."
Ziggs entered the Event Room once more and climbed the steps to the east control room, peering down from the window. Soon enough, one by one the election board members took their seats at the stage, including Heimerdinger himself. Following them, led by other staff members, was the touring group itself; a mass of different colored skin and fur that moved in unison. The group invaded the room, occupying row after row of seats facing the podium. Ziggs's eyes darted around the crowd, hastily scanning the sea of weaving heads until everyone had found their seats. Ziggs sighed in disappointment.
"Not a single yordle I know…you gotta be kidding me!" Ziggs ran his sight up and down each row desperate for a familiar face. "C'mon, c'mon, c'moooon…" It seemed hopeless to look for anyone anymore. Had his friends forgotten about him? Or were they not interested in his practice? Were they jealous of him? Ziggs's brainstorm of possibilities was put to an abrupt end, however, when he looked upon one yordle in specific. He rubbed his goggles as if they were his own eyes to see if it was just a mistake. Even after the stray dust was wiped from his vision the yordle was still present. Row eight, three seats in from the center. It was him. It was unbelievably, undeniably him.
The full chapter, as well as the rest of the story thus far, can be viewed here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9286010/1/Aria-of-Isolation
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