Mortal Kombat One-Shots

Birds (Kenshi)

Kenshi sits down on his back porch with a tea. He places the tea to the table by his side and sighs a sigh of relief.  Kenshi had just come back from work, tired as ever. It had been a tiring day. It wasn't anyone specifically, but he felt angry at everyone around him. Things weren't working out for him today. 

Kenshi had been given a safe house out of the city, and in a small earthy town. Yes his drive in was long but that was okay to Kenshi, it meant he had some time to himself in the mornings. 

Kenshi's backyard was small and fenced off, but right after the fence was a creek full with life and trees. it calmed him down even without being able to see it. 

Kenshi didn't bring Sento with him to the back porch. No, his ancestors would be too loud with trying to explain everything to him.  it wasn't there fault, his ancestors were just trying to help. 

After Kenshi takes a deep sip from his tea, he takes a deep breath in and puts his hands onto the arms of the chair. He rocks him self slowly. He tunes himself into the sounds around him. The croaks of the bullfrogs, tweeting birds, the water slowly falling through the rocks. It was calming. 

He listens to the melodic tune of the birds, they sounded happy. The Blue jays yet sounding harsh alone, sounded nice with all the other animals. Kenshi could somewhat imagine what the blue jay's looked like again. their black markings around their eyes and neck, dividing their white feather's from their baby blue body. How calm the bird looked, it was amazing. 

He could envision the ducks as well. Kenshi imagined the mother duck leading her children to the side of the creek, letting them play yet keeping her eye closely on all of them. The mother chirping at them if they strayed too far from the group. She was strong and resilient. 

Kenshi then listened to the frog's and toad's. They croaked a nice low tone every so often. They seemed so calm to Kenshi, it was almost impossible to him. How to be so worry free. 

Kenshi loved the sound of the wind crackling to the tree's. It was just turning to autumn and he heard the crinkles of leaves hitting the grass. It was his favorite time of year, autumn. The cool breeze was nice to him, sometimes it wafted the smells from the creek to him. He loved the smell of nature. Sometimes Kenshi wished as if he could sit in the creek, but alas there was a fence blocking him. 

The streaming water was soothing, a constant sound that didn't change. He knew the water was cold, he was happy it was cold. Kenshi was tired of the heat in his new home. America was hot, and didn't have a lot of cooler weather. He so desperately wished for it to snow. 

Everything combined was his favorite. They all ran together to make beautiful noise. Kenshi had now almost forgotten about his worries and anger. He was happy