Kenneth had walked in the forest for 2 hours now. He hasn't reached his destination yet. "That's odd, I should've reached the town by now," he thought, as he continued to walk in the forest. After a couple of minutes walking, the forest thinned and a small settlement can be seen. "That's odd, there was no settlement here. The houses are also very old fashioned," he noted. He walked down. After around 15 minutes, he knew something was not right. The people were acting and doing things that were way too old fashioned, almost like during the latter part of the 1600. He decided to ask a shopkeeper near him.

"Excuse me, but do you know the date?" Kenneth asked.

"Don't you know it?" the shopkeeper asked him like he was crazy.

"Sorry, lost track of time," Kenneth answered which was true.

"February 16th," the man replied.

"Year?" Kenneth asked, trying not to sound desperate.

"1564," the shopkeeper replied, before going to serve another customer. Kenneth numbly walked away. "1564…How? When?" Kenneth thought as he walked through the village. He decided to walk to a city. So he walked in one direction, towards Athens.

SPLASH. Wind fell from fifty feet in the sky and landed feet first in the freezing water. The Grav boots he was wearing took off a few G's from normal gravity making him very agile for his size. (A/N Gravity Boots weaken the effects of gravity and cut the downward force in half.) "I'm glad there aren't any razor eels here, damn things, sharp as a knife" Wind thought as he swam to shore. He got out of the water long brown hair plastered to his face. He felt as happy as a cat in a bucket of water and wet to boot. As he walked through the forest he muttered something about hating squirrels.

Coming across a relatively large city Wind flipped his visor over his eye. "Scan," he commanded. The computer scanned the general area giving the date and approximate location. He found he was in the 1600's at the gates of Athens in Greece. "Athens never actually seen the pla..... Wait a second! The 1600's!?!?!?!" He yelled at himself mentally. While deep in thought a man snatched his wallet. Quickly shaking off his current state of mind, he drew his gun. He smiled as he spoke the command for his bullet type. He was going to make this man suffer for trying to take his things, especially his wallet. "Spread shot," Wind pulled the trigger, a single bullet exited the chamber but as it left the muzzle of the gun it broke apart violently sending metal shards deep into the mans body. By the way the man struggled Wind knew he was not dead. He walked up to the man, taking his wallet back, Wind placed his right foot on the man's back and taking aim, "Both spread shots wont miss at this range" he thought as he pulled the trigger .

Kenneth was sitting in a bar, drinking whiskey from the glass in front of him. He was toying with the piece of metal in his hand which he picked up from under the rock. He was flipping it between his fingers. Unknowing to him, two people were watching him from a table in the far corner. He stopped toying with it and looked at it. It was giving off an aura and was slightly glowing red. He turned his hand around and looked at the back of his hand. There was a sword pointing inwards towards his middle finger with a semi-circle on the bottom of it. He sighed, thinking how he got it. It was part of clan tradition. Everyone who joined the clan to learn sword skills had to have the mark engraved into the back of the hand. He learned from that clan and later, became a mercenary.

He sighed again, thinking of the hard times. He was just finishing his drink when he heard a loud bang. "Must be a gun…Wait a minute! There are no guns in this time!" he thought as he went to investigate. He saw a person holding a gun, shooting a guy in the back. He drew his shotels, running towards this strange person in black. "He has no right to shoot innocent men, I'll teach him a lesson," Kenneth promised mentally as he rushed him. He saw the flash of two shots being fired. He only hoped he can get there before another was fired.

Wind saw the mist of blood after the second shot, the man was dead. Wind loaded a normal round and was about to fire the bullet into the man's head. As the bullet left the muzzle it was blocked by a bladed weapon. Wind looked up into hateful blue eyes. The man seemed familiar. Wind dismissed this feeling and jumped back his Grav boots lengthening the distance by thirty feet. Wind fired three rounds at the man, he dodged them all. "Very agile" Wind noted. "Spread shot," He commanded, firing three shots in the man's general direction he hoped for a hit. The blue eyed man dodged the first two shots and reflected part of the third shot to the side. A murderous grin manifested itself on Wind's as the innocents behind the man fell either half dead or dead. The blue eyed man held the blade at Wind's neck and Wind had the gun aimed right at this man's heart.

Kenneth had this person at the edge of his shotel. However, this person had him at gunpoint. He narrowed his eyes.

"Any reason why you killed that man?" he threatened.

"He's a thief," He narrowed his eyes at his opponent, "Just a common thief. Just another rat to get rid off."

"And the innocent people behind me?" he asked, indicating those wounded and dead behind him.

"As long as the shots were in your general direction, I'm happy," the man replied, grinning slightly.

"You're a cold hearted bastard, you know that?" Kenneth replied, tightening his hold on the shotel. He heard the gun being cocked.

"I guess that's your reply," Kenneth said. Suddenly, his right hand started hurting. It was a burning sensation that increased in intensity. He used his left hand to cover his right, trying to numb the pain. His opponent lowered his gun, clenching his fist, apparently trying to numb some kind of pain as well. "Kinda odd that some type of pain hit us at the some time," he thought, getting over his pain. He looked at the area that hurts. It was his mark. Kenneth widen his eyes because his mark is now different. Instead of just a sword and a semi-circle underneath, now there was a gun crossing the point of the blade and the semi-circle was now a full circle.

"What the hell is going on?" he said unconsciously. He looked back at his opponent, who was staring at the back of his right hand.

"Normally, I would've killed you on the spot, but you have also experienced the same pain. Something's not right. What's your name by the way," the man asked.

"Kenneth, and yours?" Kenneth retorted.

"Simply, Wind," the man said, putting away his weapon, indicating the fight between them was over. Kenneth put his shotel away.

"What's with your hand?" Kenneth asked. Wind showed him. Kenneth eyes widen in surprise as he saw a mark on his hand. The exact replica of his one.

"Where'd you get that?" Kenneth asked.

"I got this when I joined the assassin clan in my time. Normally it was just the gun and a semi-circle , but now a sword has appeared and the circle has become complete" Wind said.

Kenneth held up his right hand displaying the mark to Wind saying, "I believe that destiny has bound us together"

"I have never believed in destiny, but what has happened here has shaken my faith in this belief." Wind replied

Out of nowhere ten assassins jumps off of the surrounding buildings. Wind's eyes shifted left and right.

"We've been set up," he said.

"Make you a deal. We get outta this alive, we'll go to a bar, buy a couple of drinks then sit down and talk, Whadda say?" Kenneth asked, drawing his shotels.

"Alcohol here is poison. I'll come to talk," Wind replied, drawing his gun. Kenneth turned back to the 5 assassins that have surrounded him. He smiled.

"Well then, let's get this on!" he said, charging them.

Wind crouched and jumped onto the roof of one of the taller buildings shooting three assassins while still in mid air. The other two decided to follow him to the roof. As the head of one assassin came into view, Wind crouched and drew a knife from his boot. Just as the neck became visible Wind brought the knife across the assassin's neck, watching as he tried to stop the flow of blood with his hand he grinned. The other assassin had climbed up using the windows and now stood in front of Wind. Wind, while standing up drew his gun and shot the assassin between the eyes, then kicked him off the top of the building. The final crunch of shattered bones signalled that the assassin had hit the ground.

Kenneth has faced such situations before. After a couple of jumps and blocks, the assassins surrounded him. "This'll be quick," he thought, reversing the grip on one shotel. The assassins charged. Just as they were in range of his shotels, Kenneth span on the spot, bringing both shotels out and fanning them open. What appears to be one spin was actually three spins. The assassins dropped dead to his move called Sword Dance. He looked down at one of the bodies. His head had been removed from his shoulders. Five other slashes had appeared in his body. He looked up. Wind had landed in from of him. Without a word, he cocked his gun and fired. A gurgling sound was heard. Kenneth looked back and saw an assassin die. Apparently, he was still alive and tried to stab him. He put his gun away and crossed his arms.

"You owe me," Wind told him. Kenneth said nothing. All of a sudden, he drew a shotel and slashed towards Wind.

Wind who mistook the action for an attack against him ducked, and drew his gun. Kenneth had one shotel lodged in the last assassin's brain, and could not seem to get it out. Kenneth pulled as hard as he could and was surprised when a skull became stuck to the end of his weapon.

"Now we're even," Kenneth said. Wind looked very displeased with breaking even.

"Let's go have a drink" Kenneth said. Wind grumbled something about talking to a drunk being pointless as they entered the bar.

(A/N R&R Please.)

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