Part two of my series on Diaochan and Mileena of Mortal Kombat. These two ladies, despite being total opposites; one, a beautiful and dainty dancer, the other, a sulty, horrifyingly ugly homicidal maniac, get along, and even learn to love and accept each other. Part one can be found in the Mortal Kombat section.
This also stems from a conversation I had with my lovely friend Sakura who brought up the idea for this. So if you ever read this, wuvs ya!
"You're beautiful."
"Yeah, and you're terrifying."
She cursed and cursed the dancing goddess under the moonlit sky, throwing everything she could at her.
Everything that stained that porcelain skin.
"Give me all your hatred. Give me all your malice."
The dancer taunted her. But in reality, she wanted it.
She deserved it.
After all, she's just a dancing whore.
And yet, Diaochan still reached out to Mileena.
Because it's better to be terrifying than beautiful.
"Or both." the dancer said, looking at Mileena with eyes of steel.
A woman with a iron-clad resolve. Determined to suffer. Determined to take her punishment to the grave.
After all, she drove a wedge between two men, and they died because of it.
They died because of her.
A pale dainty hand touches red flesh.
Blue eyes look into mutant yellow orbs.
"Beautiful."
Diaochan whispers softly.
Mileena scoffs.
"Beautiful." she repeats again.
And yet she wants to stab her. To cut her perfect flesh. To drown her in imperfection.
Diaochan dances again under the moonlit sky. Under the stars that refuse to come out of hiding.
She says because they won't shine for her. That her heart is too black for the glow.
And when Mileena arrives, they shine.
Exploitation.
The moon's shine is the spotlight for her own personal stage.
But the stage is for the beautiful. That's why Diaochan stands undaunted.
She watches every flick of the hair. Every shake of the hips. Every movement of the feet.
And yet it is Diaochan who is envious of Mileena.
She is beautiful in her terror.
A goddess in disguise.
Mileena still watches her.
Day in and day out. In the night, where there is no light. No shine. Nothing but darkness.
But Mileena can still find her. The beautiful Diaochan, drowning in her black hole.
Her own shallow grave.
And then she removes her veil.
And then the light returns.
And then Diaochan stops and pays attention.
She's at Mileena's mercy. She's on her knees like a good little whore.
And then she cries.
She cries not for sadness.
Nor for pity.
But because no words could ever find the beauty that was Mileena.
And Diaochan would forever dance, forever drown in her darkness, if it meant she could stay with her.