The soft patter patter of the countless raindrops seldom soothed the cryomancer, and this moment was no exception. He ran towards the little diner in that one busy street. The rain seemed to gain weight and speed, convincing the cryomancer to wait a little under a roofed bus stop. He looked at the pole near the intersection, read the cliché street names
N. MAIN ST.
W. EBONY AV.
tilted his head to the right and lowered it toward a flickering neon sign.
Li-' Suzi-'s Pa-cake H-use
There it was. The place he'd been scouting for the last paragraph. Despite the many bright lights, the dark and depressing city looked dark and depressing, with darkness and depression lingering in the dark and depressing city streets of the dark and depressing city. Okay, that's enough redundant poetry.
The cars slowed down due to rain obsucing their vision, their headlights illuminating the somehow stimulated blackness. The rainfall seemed to intensify, yet all the images seemed as clear as the sky on a good day.
Today was not a good day.
He tried turning his head towards the brightest source of light, which wasn't easy since massive and bright lights shone and originated from more than one direction. And if he did find the brightest, he'd be better off staring into the sun. But it's raining, and nighttime, so who really gives a shit about the sun?
This rain seems to hate me, he thought. It did hate him, and an awful lot, too. It hates him because he is a person and God really hates everybody. Come on! How long can The Big Guy hold a grudge? It's been over 9000 years, and dinosaurs have been proven to have actually existed. Don't give me some bullshit story about a snake talking. It's not Subby's fault You spilled Your coffee on this site's servers.
He began to run, run, run toward the diner. Why she would pick a diner, he didn't know. The rain didn't exactly go easy on him, and you're probably thinking, 'I get it, the rain is heavy. Now stop it.' Well, just so you know, it's for the goldfish reading this story, and it's either emphasis on the extremely heavy rain or me raving about the darkness and depression in the dark and depressing city. Which one would you prefer? Yeah, I thought so.
He slowed down for some reason, exhaustion being the most likely. Because Subby somehow morphed into a fatass so quickly. He snapped his head toward a gigantic screen. These people seemed to be concerned about other thing rather than their safety. Words flashed across the screen.
The Crescendolls
That's what everyone was so concerned about now? A band?
A homeless man (with a ratty, old cloak... thing draped over him) was also gazing up at the screen, and despite not being able to see his face, he appeared bitter. He seemed to lift his hand as if wanting to touch one of the musicians, then clenching his fist as if wanting to exact revenge. His hand returned to the inside of the cover, and he strolled away. He was very slow. The police were nearby.
Sub-Zero began to run again. The homeless man seemed to slow down, even slower than the incredibly slow pace he was already walking. It was made obvious when Sub-Zero approached him, and he barely moved. Stuff ensues.
"Bitch, move!" shouted the cryomancer. And he shoved the homeless man, causing him to fall to the ground. The police immediately noticed and tried to track down Sub-Zero but then realized that the man he pushed over was a homeless man. At the time, it was illegal to be homeless because your AIDS-loaded cock spread the disease to every animal. Because of that, the police helped the homeless man up... and handcuffed him, because you know those policemen are freaks, considering what they're into.
The homeless man's name was Shep. Also, he wasn't homeless. Or human, for that matter, but that's not relevant to the story in any way.
Sub-Zero picked up speed right away, running once again towards the diner, and he could've sworn the sidewalk was softening. He managed to get a hold of that one neon sign he saw earlier, and made his way towards it. He was greeted by warm, auburn lights coming from the inside the building, along with several people occupying it, and a waterproof canopy above him, right above and beside the windows and doorway. He quickly pulled the door open and was saluted by the gentle jingle of a bell that rung when the doorway was cleared.
A doormat was conviniently under his feet. His soggy-sneaker-donning feet. He wiped his feet, despite it being futile, seeing as even his socks are drenched. The old lady at the counted smiled at him. A warm, accepting smile. Grateful, even, though not ear to ear. She then pulled out a red leather-covered, plush stool for him from under the counter, allowing him to comfort himself on it, and parted her lips.
"Hi, sonny! Would'cha like a cuppa cawfee?"
Her voice was foreign to him; her accent was very nasal, and the frequency was extraordinarily high. Though she was no Sindel, she came close. Sub-Zero nodded politely, and the lady went on to grab the coffee pot from the coffee maker, which had just finished making coffee. She poured some into a fairly large mug and brought it towards the cryomancer. The strangely pleasant aroma overtook him, and he was just about to take a sip when she interrupted him.
"Sonny, how 'bout some cream'n shuga fah dat cawfee?"
Well, some flavor for his hot coffee would be nice.
Wait.
Hot coffee?
What is wrong with him?
"Yes, please."
And she placed a small vase-like container to his right, within his hand's reach, and he could see the small, white, grainy substance. A clunk was heard from his left, and he immediately grasped the spoon, the rainwater already running down his arm along with said spoon. A towel was neatly placed in front of him, and the lady gestured for him to go ahead and dry himself. Considering that freezing himself in front of dozens of people and then breaking out of his ice shell would freak them out, he rubbed the towel against the top of his head, trying to get every single droplet of rain. She walked away, presumably to the kitchen.
"Sonny, would'cha like regyalah or vanilla?"
"Vanilla, please."
And a small, porcelain pitcher appeared to his right, nearly filled to the brim with a creamy, milky liquid. He lightly gripped it and poured it into the coffee, watching the dark brown-black blend with the white and creating a caramel substance. He gently dipped the spoon in the mug and stirred it countless times, really wanting that sugar and vanilla to dissolve. And at that moment, he realized there was both sugar and vanilla in his steaming coffee; it was going to be too sweet for him. And then he realized: he was going to be drinking steaming coffee.
What is wrong with me?
He then moved a napkin holder in front of his hand, which had started to form small masses of ice out of habit. He was being careful to not let it be seen, as if it was to be seen, people will call the paparazzi and people would take pictures and write stories and the police would take him to be quarantined simply because he wasn't completely human and they were jerkasses.
"Oh, iced cawfee! Dunno where ya got dat ice from, though. Hey, by any chance, dooya know a 'Koo-ah-yee'?"
Kuai. The way she pronounced his name somehow made him cringe, and he felt chills go down his back. But then again, that's normal.
"Um, yes. That's me, Kuai Liang."
"You're 'Koo-ah-yee'? Funny, ya look mo' like a 'John'."
"Why do you ask?"
"Some lady named Kit's waiting for ya."
"Oh, thank you."
The elder woman directed her towards the lady in question, who sat on an empty table. Her hair was unbelievably long and dark brown, her eyes were a light brown, she had a somewhat pale complexion, and she wore a light blue camisole and blue jeans, which definitely looked dry, as opposed to his soggy black T-shirt and dark blue jeans. Ah, yes, here she was, with the thin-lipped smi- frown? Why was she frowning? Did he do something to disappoint her? Because it's obvious that he cares about her despite canonically not saying a word to her and overall not giving a shit about her.
She gestured for him to sit down across from her. Sub-Zero handed the elder the towel, seeing as she would need it to wipe the water off the stool. He would have dried it himself, but it's not his diner, is it? Would you clean the bathroom of your own home? Possibly. Would you clean up the bathroom at a Taco Bell? Never. For obvious reasons. That place is basically a gas chamber. You'd get all woozy, nauseous, light-headed, and want to faint. Your nose wouldn't really appreciate it, either.
She still held that same frown, as if she were hiding something.
"Kuai," she said. At that point, it was all she could get out, unsure of whether to carry on from there.
"My Blue Beauty," he sighed. Now she remembered what she wanted to converse about. I wonder if she's naturally blonde.
"That's what I want to talk about with you. I've... been seeing someone else."
"Kitana... how could you?"
"Well, we're not exactly communicating, are we?"
"Hey! I'm right here!" shouted Liu Kang, but neither of them gave a fuck because people tend to hate azns. With good reason.
"Well, that doesn't make it okay to see other men!" Kuai yelled.
"It doesn't matter anymore! I stopped seeing him a while ago. I've just been... lonely."
"That's no excuse! Who was he?"
"Does it really matter, Kuai?"
"To me it does!"
"15 years old with blue hair and green eyes."
Kuai wanted to cry. Hey, that rhymes! I think. But he wanted to cry because he suddenly cared about Kitana for some reason.
"Don't tell me it's who I think it is."
As if on cue, a young, masculine, taunting voice chirped, "You're too slow!"
Guess who Kitana had an affair with, and I'll write you a one-shot of whatever you like.
This is a crack AU miniseries I'm going to work on a bit, for, possibly, your amusement, which will evidently revolve around the SubbyXKitty pairing. I'm not sure as to whether I should put this in crossovers, seeing as they only make cameos, but for now... meh.
As for Ruling A Kingdom, I've almost finished the chapter. For me, it's pretty pathetic to work on a piece of shit that's going to be less than a thousand words, but, I have to. I'm not going to let it end so suddenly.
I was listening to "Nightvision" by Daft Punk, hence the heavy rain... and a blatant cameo. It's very obvious that I'm very excited about their album, and that I am one of their biggest fans. Well that's what happens when you've listened to them since before you were born.
I basically wrote this to practice with accents, particularly with Suzie, the exaggeratedly nasal old lady. So, I'd actually need an opinion on her voice. That is, if your nice enough to give me an opinion. (I miss having reviews. :'( )