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Short and not too good, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
She swung hard but I was faster.
All of her blows I fended off easily, and she had known it too. She would never show it on that pretty little face of hers, she had been raised to show no weakness, but she knew, she always knew everything. Damn her. I suppose that I shouldn't have thought such things of the princess, the woman whose face was supposed to be mine, but in a short time it wouldn't make any difference anyway. She had been determined, but she had not been armed with the weapon that I had that day. Hatred. Pure hatred.
If I were to say that I had always hated her I would be lying to myself. We had been close once until her so-called "different path" got in the way of us. I knew what the phrase: "We must go separate ways" translated to; I don't want you in my life anymore. We had an indescribable closeness that was fragile, like those ancient pieces parchment that she spent her precious time reading; so frail that if you brushed past it the wrong way it would disintegrate into a thousand grains of paper.
From that conversation on she was never straightforward again, she kept her conversations shaded as if I was not worthy of the words her "Highness" had to say. I would have been able to handle her hatred, but not her indifference. All I could think about was how badly I had craved for what we had once before, but once I realized that the old Kitana was long since dead, I let go of the love I had once held for her. I didn't mean for the battle to happen but it just did. I wanted her to feel the pain she had caused inside of me; a feeling like of a part of your body was being ripped violently from you, in a literal sense.
She aimed a kick at my chest, but I flipped quickly overhead. She turned quick as ever and drew her fans with clang. The fans caught the light, causing a beam of light to fall to the ground. She stood in a loose stance and waited for me to respond. I eyed her carefully with a glare, and drew my Sais. If this was the way she wanted it to be than so be it. We stood that way for what seemed like hours, and realizing that I was waiting for her to make the first move she attacked. "Princesses First"
If there had been a spectator watching the death-match at that time all they would had seen and heard was the sound of steel reverberating on steel and a blur of blue and midnight red. I can remember that the world spun around me until we both stopped abruptly, panting and sweating. I knew that at that moment one of us had been hit. We stood so close that we could not see who had sustained the killer blow. I couldn't feel anything at all, my body and mind numbed by the grueling fight. Was this what it was like to die? I released the breath that I did not realize I was holding when she pitched forward, and I saw the sai that was impaled in her torso.
The blood poured from her mouth like a raging river, but she uttered not a sound, stoic to the end. She leaned her full weight on me, her head on my shoulder. She then looked at me with the glance that I never thought I would see on her face again. Love and remorse rolled into one. She pulled her head up to my ear, her lifeblood dripping on my shoulders, her hot breath on my face. She than whispered the words that I had prayed would come forth from her lips in a different situation:
"I'm so sorry"
"So am I"
Strange what feelings are rekindled only in death's grasp.