Kenshi stood alone in a cold breeze. His hand tightened into a fist, trying not to break down right there and then. He had been coming to this area for the past three years, with the same heavy heart. He knelt until he was level with the gravestone. His fingertips ran across the smooth polished stone, Kenshi felt tears beginning to prickle in his eyes, he knew his blindfold will absorb his tears anyhow, but it hurt more than anything. He hadn't been able to love since the incident.

Kenshi blew out a saddened sigh and looked down. He still couldn't process that the love of his life was six feet under. Kenshi's hand dropped from the headstone and fell to his side. Tears were definitely coming. Kenshi stayed silent for a few moments letting the moment slide, every time he came here, his heart fell to pieces like it did three years ago. He couldn't even look at any other couples as it reminded it of him and his lover. When Mileena or Sonya asked him to hang out with them and their partners, Kenshi had to refuse, to stop himself crying in front of them.

Kenshi fell to both knees and sobbed unintentionally, his heart began to pierce fiercely, and he couldn't let his partner go. His heart was locked onto what he had with this certain person.

Kenshi pulled out the last memory he had of his partner, his fingers ran over the necklace that he had received. He held onto this 24/7 to convince him that his partner hadn't left him for good. He knew that they were only dead to save his skin. They died for him. Kenshi didn't want that, he would of taken a bullet for his partner but no, his lover insisted Kenshi to live his life.

"Although you're looking down on me, probably wanting me to move on…. I'll forever be in love with you." he sobbed sadly as the memories of the past began to flash before his mind.

Kenshi began to walk along a pavement, which somehow sounded different. His footsteps sounded more…pleasant, he had no idea where he was. He stopped in his tracks and inhaled deeply. Even the air smelt different, it smelt of the simple pleasantness of cut grass and the odd whiff of blood which made Kenshi's arm hair stand on it's end. He decided to explore the new world using his other four senses. Not so much taste. Kenshi didn't fancy licking anything; his steps began to carry him further into the unknown world, being cautious of his own back.

Thank god I have my Katana. He thought in relief, double-checking it was still hanging on his waist. He continued to anonymously explore the world in which he had entered. Kenshi noticed something rather odd. If this world was so pristine and clean and not to mention the smell of blood, why couldn't he hear any type of life form? Kenshi's eyebrows furrowed behind his blindfold as he crashed into a wall. He staggered back holding his forehead.

"What the..?" he grumbled holding his arms out and touching the object that made Kenshi nearly fall on his ass.

The wall seemed to be perfectly smooth, you wouldn't think of it to be a wall. Kenshi decided to keep a palm on the wall and follow it around.

He had been travelling around the wall for what seems forever until he heard mumbles that didn't sound so far off. They didn't sound awfully friendly either. Kenshi held onto his Katana tightly, and decided to listen in.

"…It's what the leader wants! We'll have to do it!"

"The leader seems awfully troubled lately…"

"Don't question the leader's emotions! He has a lot of work on his load!"

And then the murmuring stopped.

Kenshi peeped round the wall at a wrong time.

"OI YOU."

Kenshi jumped out of his hiding place and drew out his Katana.

"Don't come closer or I'll slash you to pieces!" he yelled preparing his Katana for battle.

The two 'members' pulled out their own weapons and prepared themselves. Yes Kenshi was used to this, but most people had powers from the world he came from, not actual weapons.

Clutching his katana, he jumped towards them with absolute precision; he punched one enemy round the face causing his nose to trickle with blood and his legs to give way. The other enemy grabbed Kenshi around the body trapping the usage of his arms. Kenshi knew this move far too well; he had been on the other end with him trapping females. That never ended well. He threw his heel onto the enemy's foot with much force, and elbowed his stomach before whacking him one in the face.

However, injured enemies weren't enough for Kenshi. He may be blind but his other senses were beyond extraordinary.

He raised his Katana slightly, and aimed it at the first enemy who was running towards Kenshi with a small dagger. Kenshi winced in pain as the small dagger slashed a bit of his skin. Kenshi had to finish this, he lowered his katana down much the enemy's surprise; and before the enemy could react, his body was slashed in half. Kenshi shook his katana a bit, getting some of the blood off. His attention turned to the shuffling of the other enemy who scampered off rather cowardly. Kenshi waited until the scampering sound died away. He swirled his katana around a bit before sliding it back into the casing.

Kenshi turned and bent down to one half the enemy and inspected him with his hands. He occasionally brushed against an organ that didn't spill out making Kenshi jolt his hand back in disgust. His hand ran across the clothing that the enemy was wearing. He was wearing some type of silk with that had plastic like patterns imprinted. Whoever this leader was, they were talking about, must be very rich and posh like.

Kenshi rise to his feet and dusted himself off, he didn't care that he was covered in blood. He wanted this leader to know that he killed two of the members. He strode forward, a little more confident with his steps. He sensed a door in front of him, and he pushed it open. He sensed a person standing in the distance.

Kenshi approached the figure with such confidence. When Kenshi was about a meter away from him, Kenshi's confidence shot down. He may be blind but he sensed this man to be high and mighty.

Kenshi opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped when he heard the something shuffle.

"I see we have a new person joining us." The voice spoke with such authorization topped with a regal accent.

Kenshi began to debate in his head, was this man a king or mayor? Kenshi stood still, his hand rising to his katana. The 'members' pulled out their weapons quicker than Kenshi could even raise his little finger.

"The Order! Lower your weapons!" the man boomed making Kenshi jump a little and even he took his hands away from his Katana.

After a moments silence, Kenshi heard the footsteps of multiple people trail off into the distance. He still had that presence of the regal man being close by. The man stopped circling Kenshi, eyeing him up and down to check for any type of threats, once he realized Kenshi was clean; he stopped.

"Who are you? I've never seen you around here." The man asked not taking his eyes off Kenshi.

Kenshi shuffled around uncomfortably. He hated being on the spot but at this point, he had no choice.

"I'm Kenshi." He replied bluntly.

The high authority male couldn't stop himself from noticing the blindfold that covered his eyes, "Why do you wear this?" he asked indicating the blindfold.

"I'm blind. I use this…to…hide my eyes…" Kenshi replied steadily. This was the first time he was willingly giving out information.

"How do you know where you're going?"

"My senses are a lot stronger."

"You're not from this world are you?"

"No."

"How did you get here, Kenshi?"

"I don't know. I was walking along the same hillside and then the atmosphere changed." Kenshi explained trying to recall these steps.

"I see. Well you're more than welcome to stay here."

Kenshi looked surprised and then entered a deep thought.

"Oh thank you…" he murmured thinking that this regal man wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps maybe they could be alliances?

"Someone will show you to the place where you'll be staying." The stranger added swaying past Kenshi with such elegance.

"Wait!" Kenshi called quicker than he had interpreted.

The figure stopped and his head turned to face Kenshi with a look of curiosity, "Hmm?"

"You never told me your name…" Kenshi said his voice lowering and suddenly looking shy. He wanted to know the person who spared his life for the first time.

The figure smiled and Kenshi heard a small chuckle.

"How rude of me. I'm Vergil."