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Mortal Kombat Another Story
�Megumi and Kei are not my real parents. They found me, and I do not really remember anything since I was found. I don�t think I�m...different from most people in Earthrealm. I feel different. I don�t remember things before I was ten years of age, but, it�s just, well I don�t know.�Megumi and Kei are not my real parents. They found me, and I do not really remember anything since I was found. I don�t think I�m...different from most people in Earthrealm. I feel different. I don�t remember things before I was ten years of age, but, it�s just, well I don�t know.
I never even liked any of them anyway. Megumi was hell-bent on me being a proper lady, and who wants to do that? I�d rather be able to hold my own, instead of be a lady. That�s boring!
Kei, oh he thought Ryo should be the fighter, and I knew he was always upset when I would best Ryo. They didn�t want me going to the Misaki Academy at all.
Ryo was not accepted, but I was. They refused to pay my fees, but I entered tournaments and won them all. I eventually was able to go to the school and I was offered a deal because of my grades and skill with my naginata.
Megumi was really annoying. I never got along with her, but I only pretended to,
I know what I need to survive, but she�s just too much! She always dictated what I should do, and she hates all aspects of whatever I like, Jrock, manga,
the naginata. She�s just sooooo annoying. I never did anything to them.
I always behaved, I mean, why would I start trouble when I live in a nice place with rich people? Though they never gave me what I didn't need.
I don't think they ever trusted me really. So therefore I cannot trust them, or anyone else.
I am my own person and to succeed I need to rely on myself and not others. I never share my thoughts and I keep to myself at all times.
No one knows the real Kanako, but here I am, telling you all this. So I guess you know the real Kanako.�
At this point Shang Tsung felt loss for words and honestly never felt that way.
He was usually a very cynical, haughty, critical person and never relied on others, when he did they always seemed to backstab him.
But listening to Kanako he felt drawn into her, hanging on every word she told him.
�Erm......� Kanako started playing with the ribbon on her skirt. She felt very awkward and wished she had just shut up.
It was SO unlike her to open up. But when she was around Shang Tsung she felt at ease and not afraid or hesitant.
�Listen, Mr. Shang Tsung, uh, Shang Tsung, I don�t distrust you, but I don�t trust you either. I just can�t trust people, no matter what.
When I do, they end up fearing me and betraying me. But I want to, so, I�m trying. People with power are drawn to each other. I feel at ease for once in my life.
I don�t feel like I have to keep my self in reserve or hold myself in check at all times. I-I...oh!�
She felt faint all of a sudden and fell to the ground, but she never hit the floor because she found herself in the arms of Shang Tsung.
�I-I�m fine......please don�t worry about me. I�ll be fine, I just need, to drink something.�
Kanako pulled away and struggled to stand up, but her legs gave out on her.
�Dammit, this is what happens if I don�t eat, dammit, dammit, dammmit!
Now I look so weak!� Kanako thought, annoyed at herself. The last thing she could remember thinking before she fainted away.
Kanako awoke later and there was one of Shang Tsung's servants tending to her.
She just frowned at the girl. Kanako didn't like accepting help from people and the way the servant was looking at her creeped her out.
"Quit staring at me." Kanako grumbled and cried out when she noticed her pendant wasn't around her neck.
"Give me that you idiot!" she sneered and took it from the girl.
"I, um, I�m sorry. I didn't mean to, I um." the servant was scared and looked to Shang Tsung then back at Kanako.
�If she annoys you that much, you can punish her. You could cut back on her meals, starve her, torture her, or even kill her.� Shang Tsung told Kanako coolly.
�I can do whatever I like?� An evil smile crept onto Kanako�s face as she thought of all sorts of things she could do, it was like a satisfaction for her bloodlust. She pulled her naginata from behind her back.
�Hey, fool! You didn't attend to me correctly!� Kanako shouted and the scared girl looked at her, eyes wide with fear.
�I hate it when there are useless people taking up space, moreover, you�ll die here today. DIE FOR ME NOW WILL YOU???�
Kanako jumped up and did a front flip, landing herself in front of her prey. She stood at distance and took her naginata and plunged the blade into the girl�s chest and smiled.
She watched the dark blood glisten on the blade and make a pool on the tiled floor. The puddle got darker and more crimson as more blood spilled onto the floor.
Kanako noticed a splat of blood on her right hand. Emotionlessly, she licked the spot, like a cat would lick its paw.
�Mmm, that was, very refreshing. I haven�t gotten to do something like this in a very long time.� Kanako murmured.
Shang Tsung said nothing, but motioned to another servant to clean up the pulpy flesh mess.
�That was indeed fun, I don�t know if I�ll get tired of it. There are so many people in my town I would have loved to kill. I couldn�t destroy all of them.� Kanako sneered.
�Are you the one who was behind all those murders in that town of yours?� Shang Tsung asked Kanako.
�What.....how did you know??�
�There is little in these realms that doesn�t escape my attention.� Shang Tsung told her.
�I, well, don�t think of it as murders, think of it as �purging the world of vermin who don�t deserve the air they breathe.�
I�m doing people a favor, actually. They should thank me. I never actually do the killings myself, this was the first time I performed one myself.
You see, I can change my appearance with ease.� As Kanako talked she morphed herself into a former classmate, Hibiki.
�Oh Hibiki wishes she didn�t cross me. Her annoying sister Wataru paid the price in blood and Hibiki, well, she was innocent. But no one believes that. Witnesses saw Hibiki slit her own sister�s throat with a box cutter.
Oh the memory makes me feel so nostalgic...� Kanako slowly changed back into herself.
�Transmogrification took me a long time to learn, but I managed to. Four long years of it, oh my, but a lot of people I took my sweet vengeance on.
It made me feel so satisfied to see them, struggling to breathe their last breath, bathed in their own blood. Their death pleased me.
I was moved when I saw Hibiki withering in her own blood. She begged for mercy and she pleaded with me to help her.� Kanako smiled.
�You, you can�t be sixteen years of age, Kanako. You just look like that. You probably can�t remember past because you gave up your soul.
Those things you say you�ve learned, take long years, longer than a mere four, Kanako......you are a soul stealer, aren�t you?
I never thought I�d meet another one.� Shang Tsung walked over to her.
�I, I don�t know, I don�t take their souls, I drain their essence.� Kanako admitted.
�Whatever you wish to call it, it�s the same thing.�
�Is it? But I, I, fine. That�s the only reason I go to class. I need their blood! I need the blood of the innocent girls. I need to stay beautiful, so I lure them out. I take the forms of their loved ones.
Then I get them when they�re down. Like poor Mei. Mei saw the boy of her dreams; he led her to a deserted place. Oh, poor Mei, she died at my hands, these very hands killed her......but her blood allowed me to sustain myself.
But I�m afraid, afraid I�ll be found out and no one would understand me. They would kill me.
I hated Megumi and I wished to devour her. But I never got a chance to......it makes me so upset.� Kanako looked down.
Shang Tsung intended to keep Kanako there for a while. After watching her kill she intrigued him.
He never dated girls because a lot of girls were interested in status, or wanting someone to protect them.
The other girls he attracted were girls who wanted to change him and get him to stop devouring souls or something superficial like that.
But with Kanako, Kanako didn�t want any of this. She might put on a front that she was intending to use him, but Shang Tsung knew better.
�She acts like she hates me, she doesn�t hate me, she looks clearly into my eyes and I see into her. She�s rather; easy to read but made of complexes that makes it difficult. She�s almost the same as me. It�s almost scary.�
Shang Tsung never thought he would ever meet a person like himself, especially of the opposite sex too. Of course he spent his whole life making people fear him and building up an aura of evil. People see what they really want to see and never bother to look into a person.
�Kanako.....do you have homework, or training or something to do?� Shang Tsung said rather quickly.
�Uh, I could exercise my naginata more....why?�
�I, just, wanted to keep you out of sight, listen, my temporary ally, Quan Chi is coming over here and I wish not to let him know you are here.
Once we fully revive the dragon king�s army; I am going to kill him. I�m going to take his amulet and rule the realms and I don�t need you in the way whilst I do that.
If you are, Quan Chi would surely use you for his advantage. It�s better if Quan Chi does not know of your existence.�
�Yeah, Ok, I can make myself scarce.� Kanako told him.
As Shang Tsung left to deal with Quan Chi and the army, Kanako wandered around Shang Tsung�s Palace.
She was told that Quan Chi would only be in the corridor of the palace and there were plenty of places she could wander freely.
She wandered around and found that he had a hot springs in his backyard along with more stone lions and stone serpents. A giant stone cobra stood in the middle of his hot springs.
�It�s rather pretty here. He�s got so many pieces of Asian art in his place. Well, he is Chinese after all. At least....I think. Do they classify Outworlders by race?
Can you have Chinese Outworlders? Hmm, I did see hear a Korean guy speaking in the store; though I could understand him, I know it was Korean. But I never had any Korean classes. But that�s another thing about me, when I was in Japan,
I could understand Japanese when it was being spoken to me and Chinese as well, though I never had and classes in it. Same with English. Yet there are English speaking Outworlders as well.� Kanako shook her head.
�No use pondering over it, I�ve done much pondering over this in my life. This is why I know that I am different from the people in my town.
I have all these abilities; I was probably from Outworld originally, now as I think about it. If only I could have my memories of before I met my Earthrealm family.�
Kanako wandered into what seemed like Shang Tsung�s living room or at least that�s what she thought of it anyway.
�How adorable, a cobra sofa and is that a mini bar...with cute little good luck cats holding....Tsing Tao?�
It was a type of drink she enjoyed in Earthrealm, Chinese beer, to be exact. Kanako just smiled to herself. She didn�t drink much, but when she did she liked Sapporo beer along with Tsing Tao and any sake that came her way.
As she wandered around more, she came into Shang Tsung�s study. On a desk there were papers written in Chinese, notes on the revival of the dragon king,
obviously written by Shang Tsung himself. Different books on sorcery lined the gold bookshelf.
�This place might suit me well.� Kanako thought.
She didn�t want to sleep with Shang Tsung....at least not yet. She did like him; she wasn�t really intending to use him. She wanted him all for herself, after all, he did deserve someone as perfect as she, like she stated.
Kanako put her satchel down. She rummaged through it and took out a book. She decided she�d study the night away at least this night anyway.
Chapter 4
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