Scorpion gazed silently at the pale moon above. He was clad in his usual yellow and black suit and armor. His eyes were no longer white and pupiless, but there lays two dark eyes that shines like orbs. After he and Sub-Zero had defeated Onaga, the Overlord or Outworld, in the last Mortal Kombat tournament, The elder gods had rewarded him with the thing that he desired the most, another chance at life. Although his family and clan is still dead, he was content. And for once in a long time he realized, he had no more enemies. And now, the remaining of the contestant was now either bickering, or resting from their wounds. His body has returned, despite him being dead once now he has to face the bitter truth that he is once again, alive, breathing and bleeding.
The last blow that the two ninja gave to the creature had destroyed his mortal body, leaving only burning dust with an icy haze around it, the evidence of the alliance of the two ninja's at pursuing the destruction of the Dragon King. Scorpion himself was surprised when he saw Sub-Zero landed swiftly in the temple, avoiding the spikes and the lazer that the two statues sprout from their mouth. The dragon king had been stupid to let them attle together, too cocky for a dragon. When the battle's over and the threat of the world diminished, scorpion then ask the cryomancer the question that had been screaming for answer since the battle begun.
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"Why? Why did you help me Lin Kuei" The specter asked him weakly, exhaustion evident in his voice. The said man lowered his gaze, rubbing his bloodied hand to his temple, a confused expression unmistakably marked his features.
"I don't know the answer too. It's all complicated for me to explain." The younger ninja said, turning his back to the hell spawn.
"Lies." He hissed harshly to him, turning the Lin Kuei by his shoulder to face him. Surprisingly to him, he doesn't resist, and he think he know why. His eyes twitched when he saw the Ice master's face. The usually calculating cold eyes was now dimmed, as if a shroud of ice had been cast over it. Scorpion hurriedly shook the strange feeling he had in his chest.
"Answer me Lin Kuei!" He spat the last words harshly, despite the alliance that they had just formed earlier, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling that the Lin Kuei would die. 'Not that I care of it.' He spat angrily in his mind, knowing the truth of how much he is afraid to lose the ice master.
"my…….Armor" he manage to whisper before falling forward to the other's chest, making a groaning sound before passing out, leaving a very confused and scared scorpion.
"Sub-Zero!" he called the other's name repeatedly, his deep baritone echoed throughout the silent temple. "Don't you dare die on me Lin Kuei! Don't you dare leaving me in your debt!" He whispered with an almost desperate voice to the unconscious man on top of him, forcefully shaking him to awake.
The ninja yanked the mask and hood off of his fallen comrade face. 'His skin is as cool.' He noted briefly. When the hell spawn realized that the ninja is still breathing, he closed his eyes and exhale a breath of relief. He doesn't know why, but he was glad that the Lin Kuei, though battered, bloodied, and weak, is still alive.
"How many times had you made me hold my breath like this?" He said, softly touching the pale skin and brushing the white hair. "Continue living like this and you'll kill me someday." He said, not realizing that a soft smile is now plastered behind his cold heavy mask. He tucked his fallen comrade's mask under his armor, making sure that it's secure in his pocket.
Though exhausted and sore, the ninja swiftly pick him up, ignoring the pain from the deep gash on his stomatch. He tried to step forward and trying to balance the man in his arms at the same time. When he himself was convinced that he can carry him to the safe house alone a whips of air swirl behind him. Scorpion instinctively put the Lin Kuei down and turn around with his Hapkido fighting stance, only to be greeted to a sight a of a very unusually happy dark Raiden along with Fujin and a cross looking Dairou.
"You!" Scorpion soft features twisted in malice as he took a step closer to the thunder God. "You WORTHLESS EGOCENTRIC WORM! WHY CANT YOU JUST DO YOUR JOB AND KILL THAT MONSTER STRAIGHT AWAY?!" Scorpion furiously shouted at Raiden and point his finger to a bloodied corpse of a deformed dragon king. "AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SEND HIM?! LOOK AT HIM! HE'S NOT AN IMMORTAL BEEING LIKE US! HE'S A MERE MORTAL! I SWEAR RAIDEN, AFTER I HAD MY LIVE BACK, I WILL DESTROY EVERY TEMPLE THAT WORSHIPS YOU AND YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING FRIEND HERE!" he now pointed his finger to a very sober looking Fujin.
"Don't point you finger at me next specter, I was HIRED by these two to kill Onaga. But… The elder gods had already done it first." Dairou said quietly. Scorpion raise his eyebrows in disbelief at the two gods, then shared a murderous look with Dairou. The spawn of the gods finally turn around and pick Sub-Zero up.
"Do you wanted us to tele-" "No." He spat angrily and began carrying the ice master out of the bloodshed arena. The two gods shared a knowing look and Dairou continue to grumble of how he keep losing jobs because of other fighter. The three figures watched the ninja carry the other through the spikes and fire of the temple, crushing a kamidogu (And making the elder gods above screamed in agony knowing it's the last piece of kamidogu left[and they know how hard it is to make just one kamidogu.) for good measure.
"Oh, an tell the elder gods that I want my part of the deal finished before the next full moon or there will be no more elder gods." The hell spawn said, glaring back to the two guardians of Earthrealm before continuing to walk out limping from the temple.
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The used to be hell spawn of hell sighed deeply. He thought, that if getting his revenge will be as much as getting a rest for his soul. It's not his time yet the, he thought deeply. Behind the façade of hatred and the lust to kill, he had missed his family. He had missed the soft smile of his wife that usually greeted every morning, or the loud chatter of his son who always wanting to train and play with him. His only regret is that he cannot protected them, the ones that he loved. Scorpion realizing his thoughts, shakes his head violently. He, a Shirai Ryu thinking pointless sentimental thoughts in a middle of a chaos. 'I'm getting weak.' He thought, sighing again looking above to the moon while pulling his mask off, finally breathing the air of life freely for the first time in a long time.
There was a single crack behind him, so silent but enough for him to be alerted. Scorpion took out his sword, standing in a defensive pose. The muscles in his body are tense and taunt. He can feel a familiar aura approaching, but he cannot put a finger over it. Then from the shadows, Sub-Zero emerged his hand carrying two bottles of sake. He had left his black overcoat, armor, and mask behind, along with the hood that he used to wear. Scorpion, surprised by his used-to-be nemesis's openness lower his sword and relaxed his stance. He turned his back to Sub-Zero and sit down and lean against the tree once more, letting his guard lose.
"Up for some sake?" Sub-Zero asked from behind him, lifting the two bottles up. Scorpion give a soft 'hmm' of approval. The young ice master give a small satisfied smile before sitting across him, pouring a generous amount of sake into a cup and passing it to the older man who took it gratefully. For a moment their fingers brushed against each other before parting. The ice master pour a cup of sake for himself, before settling the bottle on the grass, slowly sipping the liquid. They sat there in a companionable silence for a moment, two fighters muted by the beauty of the moon. Sub-Zero curiously peered from the corner of his eyes, looking intently at the face of the man who saved him. The man was surprising good looking, if not drop dead gorgeous. The strong jaw and high cheek bones, and the strongly taunted eyebrows that was now relaxed making his tan features much more interesting, his air around him breathed the sense of pure masculinity.
Scorpion, realizing that the young ice master was watching him, turn his head and raised one eyebrow at him. Sub-Zero only slyly smiled back and averted his gaze back to the moon, sipping his sake from his cup, savoring the warmness that the liquor gave. This time the older one shifted his position slightly, so instead if facing the hill overlooking the tower he instead have a perfect view of the illuminated the Lin Kuei face while pouring himself another cup of sake.
It's strange of how they can sit together, while just a couple of days before they we're trying to slash each other throats wide open. Sub-Zero had admired the ninja since the third tournament, since he saw the power and skill of the ninja. But his call of duty had prevented him from letting himself drown in his amazements. He wanted to kill Scorpion back then because of his responsibility as a Lin Kuei. But after seeing the ninja's mercy and no-nonsense moral, he realized that compared to Scorpion his brother is a dust to a universe. From his brother's stories that he heard with many exaggerated part of course, Scorpion is a cold blooded psychopath that can go on rampage and kill everyone in his path just to get to his target. But now he sees that that the man sitting beside him is a different person. In fact, the Lin Kuei wanted the ninja, very much. But what's in the said ninja's head, he never know.
Scorpion in the other hand was confused as well as suspicious of the ice master's sudden friendliness, but couldn't take the risk of losing the sake either. The Lin Kuei is dangerous, as well as painfully alluring to him. He cant even stand sitting with him without ogling the poor warrior. But the most tempting thing is that pants that he used to wear. Those freakishly tight spandex that he always used to wore around. 'Thank God he got a new outfit.' Scorpion muttered quietly inside his head. It as if as those skintight materials are screaming 'SCREW ME DAMMIT!', and yes, Scorpion would be happy to. The only problem is he's not the kind of person who would jump around and humped someone just easily. For the love of the gods, he IS a ninja! Surely he have some self restraint left!.
Trying to beat the thought of 'screw' and 'Sub-Zero' out of his head he averted his gaze to the unmasked face. Surprisingly for him, his face was nothing like his hideous brother, yet a strange mixture of delicate masculinity and softness. The nose is perfectly curved, his pale icy skin that made a contrast to his own tanned skin. His eyes are a shape of an almond, neither too small nor too big. He admired them, knowing how much Asian people have the wrong size of eyes at their face. After tired of avoiding the used to be specter's Sub-Zero's eyes finally meet the one that have been observing him intently, looking deep into the pair of eyes.
Scorpion surprised by his action chough and set his cup down before standing up and put his mask on. "Thank you for the sake, and your company. I must be going." Then he walked from the ice master, his kunai clutched in his hand. "Aa," Sub-Zero answer shortly, sipping the sake from his cup, watching the ninja as he disappeared into the shadows.
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