Since I've written Sister, Sister, Oh So Fair, my writing abilities have improved. Therefore, I felt it best to rewrite my stories on here. This rewritten version of Sister, Sister, Oh So Fair (entitled Sister, Sister, O So Fair) follows the same plot (Kitana attempting to forge a relationship with Mileena despite hesitations from both), but written (somewhat) differently. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.

I do not own Mortal Kombat, NetherRealm Studios, Warner Bros., or any characters created by those aforementioned.


Moonlight shines on two boots—one slashed, the other without its heel—walking down a long, dark hallway. It is silent. The only sound one hears is the lone heel clapping against the marble floor, echoing throughout the corridors. The boots abruptly stop in front of a large rosewood door.

The woman in the boots—a black-haired woman, wearing a crown accented with cerulean and silver—shoves the door open, revealing a large throne room. On the large, wooden throne sits a woman, who, although seemingly adult, cries a loud, childish wail.

The woman clad in cerulean stares: the wailing woman appears to notice her presence, and her cries cease. She turns to look at the woman, appearing frightened. Her eyes have a feline appearance, orange in color with black slits for pupils. She is wearing a similar costume as the other woman—although, unlike the other woman, hers is colored fuchsia. She wears a bustier—her shoulders uncovered—with long, wide sleeves. A veil is draped over her lower face—covering her nose and mouth—accented with "fangs." From her bust to her black thong, she wears a black lining, and a loincloth covers her backside. Her boots are black in color, decorated with purple and silver accents. As the woman dries her eyes, she rises from the throne—her eyes convey surprise—with a hiss, she says:

"Sister. What I have heard is true. . ."

Her voice is high—feminine—childlike. Her "sister" has a similar voice, although hers is mature. Her "sister" responds:

"Yes, it is true. I have killed him," the woman clad in cerulean speaks firmly, yet her voice still conveys affection.

The woman clad in fuchsia wails before being silenced by her "sister." We now see the face of the woman clad in cerulean: she wears a similar costume to that of her "sister." She wears a bustier—stringed together with black laces and clasped at her sternum—she also wears a thong of similar design—a flowing loincloth, decorated with silver accents, covers her front. She wears elbow-length hand-less gloves, and silver bracelets on her upper arms. Like her "sister," she wears a mask draped over her lower face, covering her nose and mouth. The woman clad in cerulean appears hurt: her loincloth is tattered, two laces have been snapped from her bustier, her gloves are torn, and her mask is ripped—she has a black eye, multiple bruises, and her body is bloodied—she has sustained several gashes, scratches, and cuts. Despite these extensive injuries, her eyes—a warm brown color—have not lost their sparkle, and her face still emanates grace.

"What shall you do to me, then, sister?—you have killed our father. . . I suppose, now, you must kill me, too," the woman clad in fuchsia says to her "sister."

"Silence, Mileena. I have killed the Emperor. He was not our father. I did not have his blood, neither did you. . ." says the woman clad in cerulean, who kneels beside her sitting "sister." "You, however, have my blood—you are Edenian—royal Edenian blood flows through your veins. . ." She stammers her words, but continues, ". . .and, as such, you are my family. You and I are sisters." She looks upon Mileena with eyes full of love, which confuses her.

"You called me a monster. . ." Mileena clasps her hands in her lap, looking upon her "sister" with fear, "You said I was no family of yours."

"I was in shock. . . Mileena, I cannot bring myself to harm you. You are of royal blood. You are a rightful Princess of Edenia as my sister. I will never let anyone—or anything—harm you. I could never let my family be harmed," the woman again stammers her words. "I initially considered sending you away, but that would not be right. You must be by my side in Edenia. We are the only members of the royal family surviving."

"Family?" Tears begin to well up in Mileena's orange, curved eyes. "Sister. . ."

"Call me Kitana."

"Kitana. . . are you being truthful? You consider me family?" Mileena says, teardrops falling onto her cheeks.

"Yes, Mileena. Shao Khan is dead. We may return to Edenia, and begin our work to bring peace to all realms," Kitana says. She stands, holding Mileena's hand.

". . .but I am not like you, Kitana. . . look at me," Mileena says, her voice cracking. She delicately pulls off her mask—revealing a set of razor-sharp teeth—quite large and pointed. Kitana—normally—would be in shock, but, in an attempt not to hurt her "sister," shows no fear.

"I am not of pure royal blood. I have been corrupted with Tarkatan DNA."

Kitana, undeterred, gathers both of Mileena's hands into her own. "Mileena, no matter what other DNA you possess, you possess mine as well. You are part of me. You are Edenian. You are royalty. I would never forgive myself if I would let anything happen to you."

"Others call me a monstrosity still. . ." Mileena looks at Kitana, her orange eyes filled with worry.

"You shall pay them no mind. Mileena, you are a protected member of the Edenian royal family. You are my sister," Kitana says, letting go of Mileena's hands, lowering herself to pick up her mask. Before she places Mileena's mask back on, Kitana kisses her on the cheek. This feeling of warmth—affection—is foreign to Mileena: how could one insignificant action symbolize so much? Kitana, herself, feels surprised, but she does not show it.

"Why did you do that?" Mileena asks, genuinely curious. Kitana smiles slightly.

"Because you are my sister."

"And. . . you are my sister," Mileena says.

"Let us go," Kitana says, leading Mileena out of the throne room—they walk to the end of the hall—to the portal of Edenia. The two walk into the portal, disappearing in a lavender mist, brought immediately to the Palace of Edenia.