Uh…I actually have no clue if this fic is even accurate. I got the idea from Kung Fu Panda 2 (that sounded pathetic, didn't it?) and just wrote this short story with Shen and Soothsayer in mind. This is actually a bit old; it's from 7/8/11. It takes place when Shen is talking to Soothsayer on the balcony. Hope you like it.
Oh, and the "warrior of black and white, light and darkness" is none other than Po, the big fat panda~!
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own Kung Fu Panda? If I did, it would be a darker movie with more character deaths. (haha)
And now, on with the fic~
Destruction of a City
He…
looks at the city, proud of what he has done. The skies burn; this city will never see the sun again. He almost dares to sneak a glance at his companion, but is too awed by what is before him. He wouldn't tear his eyes away from the flames and terror.
She…
also sees the destruction, the carnage, but doesn't see the beauty in it that he does. What she sees is a ruined city. She turns to her superior; he views the scene before him with dark, empty eyes, prideful.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he says, adoring the fall of the city, his city.
"Beautiful?" she asks. "It looks more like the apocalypse."
They stand on the balcony, high above the rest, side-by-side.
"After all these years, that is all you can say?"
"It looks like Hell."
"Exactly."
He sees perfection. She sees the destruction of a city.
She doesn't agree with this, doesn't believe in this bloodshed and terror. She believes in peace, in love, in mercy. But he is her superior, her master. Whatever he does, she will support him in every way, shape, and form. She is his only companion, always had been and always would be. No one else could see—would see—the good in him.
"You really don't see it?" Finally he turns to face her. There is genuine confusion in his eyes.
"See what?"
"The beauty, the perfection. What's before you is a man's hard work."
"Hard work for this?"
He slams his hand down on the rail, angry, angry at her, like trying to teach a child something she just couldn't grasp.
She spoke, unfazed.
"You see all this bloodshed, destruction, and the death of only God knows how many people, and you see beauty and perfection?"
It takes him a moment to respond. Did he? It was revenge. His parents had abandoned him here. He had roamed this place looking for them, only to find out they were long gone. They left him. Their only son. What were they doing now? Did they have other children? Was he replaced? The rage stirred up in him, the same rage he felt when he destroyed this place. It was a way for him to unleash his fury. Finally, he answers. "Yes. Yes, I do."
She is quiet for a moment. He wonders if she's thinking, or if she's disgusted by him. It's hard to read her expression. He gives her a quick, sideways glance; she is still as stone-faced as ever.
Finally, when he thinks she has gone mute, she speaks. "This is not what you think it is."
"I have brought down an entire city to its knees. What more is there to know? I am undefeated."
"Undefeated, for now. There is still a warrior of black and white, of light and darkness."
"You think he can stop me?"
"I think he can."
He stands before his city, a repulsion, distortion, a ruined creature. She stands beside him with undying loyalty. This is how it will always be, she by his side, forever.
They stand on the balcony, high above the rest, side-by-side.
"Then let us see what this warrior can do."