You’re not nothing to me.
Liu Kang x OC
This is part one of this ship/ leaning towards an introduction to my ocs’ movie version.
CW: Blood, mentioned violence, self deprecation
Her eyes sealed shut attempting to induce sleep. But for the past three hours she couldn't lose consciousness. She knows how vital sleep is. The more nights she goes without it the deeper the hole she plunges herself down. A crushing pressure weighs down her chest the more she tries to break the habit of this sleepless pit.
Instead of peacefully relinquishing control of her mind to a refreshing black abyss. Behind her closed eyelids she was met with her vivid memories from when she was younger. It was chillingly bittersweet. It reminded her of the citrus fruit slices her and her closest companion used to eat when they were supposed to be picking them. This was during her kombat training as a nun. She remembers the soft giggling that wasn't supposed to have filled the garden. And her sweet face scrunched up from the intense sourness of the fruit. "Asma! Sanayah! No more fooling around!" The stern mistress hollered far off from the distance. This was when Sanayah felt like she was the same as Asma.
But as the two girls grew older, Asma became an exceptional noble student while Sanayah struggled to prove that Master Bo' Rai Cho was not wasting his time when he rescued her from the beast pen of Outworld. Their time spent together was no longer every waking second of their days. Instead it was short nights spent exhaustedly slumped on the same mattress. If they had the energy they whispered their secret feelings about the stirring pressures of the destinies that was being placed upon their fragile shoulders. Sanayah always knew Asma was meant to have a far greater destiny then she could ever dream of for herself. Asma, well literally is the closest thing to a wind goddess. She was born with her marking and her arcana. Sanayah remembers the night Asma shared about her childhood.
Sanayah listened carefully repeating every detail in her mind while Asma twisted her thick coily hair for the night. "My father found me as a baby on his beach. He took me in and raised me as his own..." The younger girl noticed the solemn key in her voice. "He gave me everything a child could ever desire, and the nurturing love every child deserves. My father taught me everything, how to read, protect myself, and even his magic..." The heavy silence was crushing Sanayah she wanted to look up into Asma's glowing eyes, to see her expression. But Asma's firm hands kept her facing the wall of the room. "I had looked up to him proud that he was my father even though we didn't share blood our bond was thicker. Then..." The older girl sighed as she gently ran her fingertips through Sanayah's soft fro.
"I learned he was a vile man that has fed off of thousands of stolen souls. It felt as though every memory we shared, every time he kissed my head and told me that none of my bad dreams were real, was a lie. So then I left and I stopped using the magic he taught me and vowed that I will devote my life to protect Earthrealm undoing his wrongs...then I was met with a blinding light and my hair changed to silver and my eyes had the same glow that the gods have." Asma invited the solemn silence she hated thinking about him and she hated how her once fond memories are now shrouded in a dark murky fog. "I only hope that I can redeem myself for my upbringing." Sanayah couldn't help but whip her head around in disbelief at the forlorn face that took over her friend. "Asma you've already redeemed yourself when you chose to go your own path! You chose not to be corrupted by the darkness! None of it is your fault!" Sanayah's objection was met by Asma nonverbally reminding her they have to be silent or someone could hear and send her back to her own bed where the two will endure another harsh lonely night.
Wide brown eyes stared back up at the ceiling in disbelief at how only minutes had gone by. The memories that her mind decided to hyper focus on made Sanayah realize that this is the most uncomfortable bed she has ever slept in! Curling onto her side she pulled the thick comforters to cover her scarfed head. It wasn’t the same comforting warmth that she could carelessly slip away into when Asma was next to her. It was nothing just nothing. She turned over to the other side again now feeling the festering pit of irritation plague her. Why can’t she sleep? Training with the handsome Shaolin Monk Liu Kang have been absolute hell and now is the time she doesn’t get a full nights rest! Two nights before were like this by the time she drifted away the sun started to rise! The Mortal Kombat tournament will be around the corner and the fate of Earthrealm depends on the few known warriors with their arcanas discovered!
It’s still night time she’s supposed to have her eyes sealed shut! Training was already bad enough but then she suddenly couldn’t summon her arcana. She felt she had failed everyone that put time into her survival and success. What’s the use how could a nameless orphan like her be of use in the protection of Earthrealm? Such a noble and pristine role.
At that last thought with a flurry of energy she reached over and grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at the wall across from her. Then a shattering noise rang all through out the room. Using anxiety as her adrenaline Sanayah leaped out of bed toward the now late vase. “Oh, no, no, no! What have I done?” She exclaimed as only moonlight from the window was her guide. Her heart rate was louder than her frantic thoughts. Too loud and too frantic tell herself to stop trying to pick up broken pieces from the vase with her bare hands.
“Sanayah, are you alright I heard something break?” Out of urgency the door opened to reveal Liu Kang with his prayer beads wrapped around his hand as usual. The light from the hallway revealed how shattered the vase was.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to break it...it just, happened.” Sanayah rushed through her words wishing that she could be anywhere else but in this current moment. A water fall of self deprecative words effortlessly flowed through her mind. It’s one of her most unhealthy habits.
“Your hand, it’s bleeding.” The Shaolin monk knelt down near the nun and gently held her wrist pulling it closer to him. Sanayah parted her round lips slightly taking in a breath. She had another apology ready to slip through her teeth. But it didn’t feel right to say it. From what she could tell Liu didn’t show any sign of caring about the vase. His warm hands delicately held Sanayah’s as his dark eyes searched for any other cuts. He wouldn’t want his newest student unable to wield her sword during training if her dominant hand is injured.
“It’s nothing, really.” She watched as his dark brown eyes intensely cut directly to hers. She noticed that Liu had a mix of an intense and gentle demeanor. That was one of the things she found rather intriguing about him.
Personally, in the few days they’ve known each other Liu Kang didn’t like how Sanayah was quick to be so self deprecative. Especially, since she’s already much further along than other kombatants. He cares for her bright soul. “It’s not nothing to me.”