A/N This is my first fanfic ever. I thought I'll take a stab out of this one :)

Disclaimer: I do not own this fantastic game

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In the dimly lit confines of Johnny Cage's luxurious mansion, Johnny found himself sitting in his living room, watching TV. He was wearing a purplish-grey dress shirt, tucked into dark grey slacks, with a brown leather belt and silver belt buckle. Johnny also wore a pair of brown dress shoes to complete the look. On his left wrist, he wore a brown leather watch with a silver band. Additionally, he had a ring on his right middle finger, bearing his initials.

Kenshi, his love of his life, went to their local grocery store. Johnny was about make some of his famous milkshakes, or what he likes to call it " The Cage-shake." But he forgot that he ran out of strawberries and milk. Kenshi volunteered to go to the store to get the ingredients, with the assistance of Sento of course. Johnny worried obviously, but Kenshi reassured him that he can take care of himself.

Throughout the night, an eerie silence hung in the air. The TV was the only source of noise in the otherwise silent environment. As Johnny relaxed in his living room, the lights that warm the house with their ambient glow drown the house went out.

Startled by the sudden power outage, Johnny sat up, "Kenshi?" He called out as he stood up, looking down the hallway but no one answered him. "Kenshi babe, is this you trying to get back at me for all my jump-scare pranks?"

Johnny turned the corner to his study. He saw no one. "What in the actual fuck?" He scratched the back of his head as he searched around the study. The actor had a bad feeling about the situation. Being on guard now, Johnny knew that Kenshi was not in the house with him.

Remembering that his phone was in the living room, Johnny signed as he decided to head back to the living room, only hearing the echo from his shoes. Spotting his phone on the table, Johnny prepared to dial the number of his lover.

Suddenly, the silence shattered as an unknown figure struck with lightning speed. Johnny, caught off guard, as he felt something wrapping around his neck. Trying to grab the cord around his neck, Johnny gasped for air, as he try to breathe. The actor knew he had to do something and quick.

Johnny can feel his attacker tightening the cord around his neck, cutting off the last of his air supply. Black dots began to appear in his vision and he started to become light-headed. As desperation set in, Johnny looked for something he could use to his advantage. He managed to grip his hands onto a shard of glass. Thrusting the glass behind him, Johnny found his target behind him. The tightness around his neck loosened. He coughed a few times, massaging his sore neck, taking in some much-needed air.

Just as the Hollywood star was about to regain his composure, he was kicked in the side of the ribs, sending him crashing down onto a podium with a vase perched precariously atop it. The force shattered the priceless masterpiece into millions of pieces, each dancing across the hard floor. Groaning in pain, Johnny didn't know what was worse—the fact that this guy had friends or the fact that he just lost another ten thousand dollars on yet another sculpture. Picking himself up, the actor winced at the sight of a cut on his hairline, blood leaking from the small wound, running down the side of his face. But that was nothing compared to what was coming next.

Emerging from the shadow of darkness, three more figures appeared in the moonlight. From what Johnny can see, there were four intruders total. But these were not your typical burglars; they were professionals. Not only that, but from the looks of their uniforms, they seemed to be ninjas of some sort. 'Great.' he thought. 'It's like fighting Bi-han and Kuai Liang all over again.' However, unlike that battle, these ninjas had a murderous intent.

Johnny found himself surrounded by a whirlwind of lethal blades. Though intimidating, Johnny wasn't going to let it show on his face. The actor wasn't going down without a fight. Taking a fighting stance, Johnny closed his eyes, preparing for a fight that was about to arise.

As soon as Johnny opened his eyes, the actor surprised one of his attackers with a shadow kick, sending the ninja flying across the living room. In response, the rest of the ninja rushed toward the Hollywood star from all angles, attacking him from every side. Johnny, with his impressive speed, managed to evade all of their attacks, countering with attacks of his own. But his advantage would not last.

Johnny Cage would find himself on the defensive side of an assault. With weapons in their hands, the ninjas swung their weapons with killing intent. As Johnny tried to dodge the weapons, he felt a sharp pain across his back, causing him to cry out in agony as blood ran down his back. Despite the pain, he continued the fight, bobbing and weaving through each lethal strike. Despite his formidable skills, he was at a disadvantage, defending himself against the relentless onslaught of the mysterious assailants.

"AGHHHH!!" Johnny cried, grasping his right arm as a result of another strike. He failed to dodge another attack, which resulted in the sword slicing his left side of the abdomen and another on the right side of his chest.

Blood flowed freely from the slashes inflicted by the razor-sharp swords, staining Johnny's once-pristine attire. His movements grew sluggish as fatigue set in, and he realized the gravity of the situation. The element of surprise had left him vulnerable, and each strike weakened him further.

One ninja, more cunning than the rest, seized the opportunity to strike a decisive blow. With a swift and calculated move, the ninja thrust the sword deep into Johnny's side. The actor gasped in pain, coughing up blood as the cold steel penetrated his flesh. Johnny's brown eyes widen in shock. His dress shirt now bore the gruesome evidence of the life-threatening encounter.

Mocking laughter echoed through the room as the ninjas reveled in their apparent triumph, " So this is was the infamous Johnny Cage, Champion and protector of Earthrealm. What a fool." The ninja mocked him pulling the knife out. The other ninja's grabbed Johnny by both his arms, keeping the actor from collapsing.

Johnny, weakened and bleeding, struggled to maintain his composure. The weight of his own mortality pressed upon him as the ruthless intruders taunted him, relishing the sight of the once-proud champion brought to his knees.

"This will be your final act," the ninja's voice was laced with venom that would send chills down an average person's spine.

With defiance, Johnny stared at his attacker with glassy brown eyes, "F--F--Fuck you-- a-asshole-" he spat, his gaze not wavering.

The ninja smirked underneath his mask. With a final, brutal stab, the lead ninja plunged the sword into Johnny's abdomen, leaving him on the brink of collapse. Johnny choked and gasped in pain as his eyes began to dull, loose the once vibrant life occupying them. The actor, now covered in his own blood, dropped to his knees in defeat. The cold, unforgiving floor met his face as he fell forward, his strength waning.

The ninjas, satisfied with their cruel victory, disappeared into the shadows as Johnny lay dying in his own house.

As Johnny laid in a pool of his blood in the middle of the room, he struggled to breathe. Choking and coughing up blood, the actor knew that he was dying. Johnny began to reflect on his life.

Various images flashed through his mind like a movie being projected on the big screen. Johnny remembered the good times and the bad times of his life. From the loving touch of his mother, to the abusive nature of his father and older brother. He remembered the times when his acting career flourished. Johnny remembered his ex-wife Cris leaving him because of his acting career.

But when the images flashed towards Kenshi, Johnny's emotions began to surface, causing his eyes to water. He never knew he would fall in love with that man. From the moment Kenshi broke into his house, to Kenshi being blinded by Mileena, to Johnny confessing his feelings toward him.

"K-K-Kenshi.." Johnny gargled weakly, his voice nothing more than a whisper. Johnny knew that this was the man that we would want to send the rest of his life with. He just wished he had with Kenshi. Johnny eventually wanted to propose to him, but it seems like he wouldn't have the chance to tell the blind swordsman he wants to marry him. " I-I-I… love… y-you…"

Johnny can feel his eyes growing heavy as he struggles to keep his eyes open. Black dots begin to dance before him. The actor doesn't have the strength to fight them off. With one last glance at his house, Johnny closes his eyes, his body going completely limp. The thumping of his heart fades as he loses consciousness. The silence returns, broken only by the fading breaths of a fallen hero.

Kenshi, having just returned from the store with groceries in hand, approached Johnny Cage's house. An unsettling sense that something was amiss made him approach the once vibrant mansion, which now stood dark and eerie. The house from his position looked abandoned.

The air felt heavy with tension as he entered, immediately sensing an aura of distress that sent shivers down his spine. The lights, once illuminating the place, retreated into the darkness. Trying to turn on one of the lights, Kenshi found he couldn't. The power must have been cut. Something wasn't right. He could just sense it.

"Johnny?" Kenshi's deep voice reverberated through the silent house, the only response being an eerie stillness. Placing the groceries on a nearby table, Kenshi crept down the hallway of the once-pristine estate. Clutching his trusty sword, Sento, he relied on the blade to guide him through the unfamiliar territory, an extension of his senses in the absence of sight.

As he ventured further into the dimly lit rooms, Kenshi's heart raced, and a sinking feeling intensified. The sight that greeted him in the living room was a stark contrast to the usual glamour of Johnny's home. Blood spattered across the walls, furniture overturned, and an ominous silence that hinted at a violent struggle. His instincts guided him to Johnny, lying motionless on the ground, face down in a pool of crimson. Panic surged through Kenshi as he dropped to his knees beside his injured lover.

"OH MY GOD, JOHNNY!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with desperation.

Using Sento as a tool to navigate through the chaos, Kenshi gently turned Johnny over, revealing the severity of the injuries. The actor's normally vibrant and charismatic demeanor was replaced by a pallid complexion, his dress shirt, belt, and dress pants soaked with blood. His head lolled to one side or the other from the movement. Johnny's mouth was slightly parted, blood staining his lips, cheeks, and teeth.

"Johnny! Love, wake up," Kenshi pleaded, shaking him gently. But the actor remained silent. The room seemed to close in from the lack of response, fear and anguish etched across his face. The weight of the situation pressed on him as he realized the extent of Johnny's injuries.

The blind swordsman began tapping Johnny's cheek, "Please, baby, don't leave me," Kenshi whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and determination. With Sento in hand, he tried to assess the wounds, doing his best to stanch the flow of blood. The once-majestic sword now served a different purpose, aiding in the desperate attempt to save the man Kenshi loved.

Tears welled behind the blindfold as Kenshi continued to call out to Johnny, professing his love amid the chaos. The journey from the store had taken an unforeseen turn, plunging Kenshi into a nightmarish reality where the only sound that echoed through the house was the desperate plea of a warrior, hoping against hope that his love would survive.

Fearing the worst, Kenshi placed two fingers on the side of Johnny's neck, trying to find a pulse. Kenshi's stomach dropped when he realized the love of his life didn't have a pulse and Johnnys chest wasn't rising and falling. In a desperate bid to save Johnny, Kenshi's hands moved with urgency as he began performing CPR. Giving Johnny two rescue breaths, Kenshi moved his hands toward his battered chest to start compressions. Each compression resonated through the silent room, a rhythmic attempt to jumpstart Johnny's unresponsive heart. Fear and determination fueled Kenshi's actions, his focus solely on reviving the man he loved.

"Johnathan Carlton, you better wake up," Kenshi muttered between compressions, his voice a mix of commanding authority and the desperation that gripped his soul. The room seemed to pulse with an eerie stillness, broken only by the sound of Kenshi's labored breaths and the haunting memory of the recent chaos.

Johnny's head lolled with each movement, a disconcerting reminder of the fragility of life. Kenshi's muscles ached, fatigue setting in as he fought against the weight of hopelessness. The realization that Johnny remained unresponsive intensified the desperation in Kenshi's movements.

"Johnny..." Kenshi's voice cracked with sorrow as he continued the CPR, the rhythm faltering with the weight of despair. Tears welled up behind Kenshi's blindfold, blurring the world around him as the harsh reality of the situation settled in. The once-strong warrior felt a crushing sense of powerlessness in the face of an adversary he couldn't defeat.

Kenshi felt himself tiring out. Panting, he clenched his fist in frustration, " Come on!" Kenshi gritted his teeth, "Breath!" Kenshi continue to pound on Johnny's chest.

The frustration continued as Kenshi let out an anguish cry. When the blind swords man pressed down on Johnny's chest, he felt a crack beneath his palm. Kenshi immediately stopped compressions. He froze in shock knowing what took place. The blind swordsman cracked one of Johnny's ribs.

Kenshi, now trembled in horror at what he done, "Oh God! OH GOD!" With a shaky hand, Kenshi placed it on Johnny's pale cheek, "I'm sorry, Johnny," Kenshi whispered, his sobs punctuating the quiet agony of the room. The air hung heavy with grief as he cradled Johnny's lifeless body, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Blood stained both their clothes, a vivid testament to the brutality that had unfolded in Johnny's home.

Kenshi's strength waned, both physically and emotionally, as he continued the futile attempts to bring Johnny back from the brink. The room, once filled with echoes of combat, now resonated with the heart-wrenching symphony of a man grappling with the impending loss of his beloved. In the midst of the profound sorrow, Kenshi clung to the fading hope that somehow, against all odds, Johnny would open his eyes once more.

In the dimly lit room, the weight of grief hung thick as Kenshi cradled Johnny Cage's lifeless body against his chest. Tears streamed down Kenshi's face, the silent sobs echoing through the once-vibrant home, now transformed into a tragic tableau of despair.

As he held Johnny close, Kenshi's hands trembled, fingers entwined with the fabric of Johnny's blood-soaked dress shirt. The room seemed to close in on him, the air heavy with an unbearable sadness that permeated every corner.

"I'm sorry, Johnny," Kenshi choked out the words, his voice broken by the overwhelming sorrow that engulfed him. He pressed his forehead against Johnny's, a desperate attempt to find solace in the stillness of death. The silence was punctuated only by the echoes of Kenshi's anguished whispers.

The reality of the situation pressed upon Kenshi, and with each passing moment, the pain deepened. He traced the contours of Johnny's face with a trembling hand, his fingertips brushing across the actor's still features as if trying to etch the memory into his mind forever.

As the room bore witness to Kenshi's profound grief, he began to say his goodbyes. "Goodbye, my love," he whispered, the words heavy with the weight of finality. His voice trembled, and the room seemed to hold its breath, as if mourning alongside the grieving warrior.

Kenshi's tears fell unbidden, each drop carrying the weight of a love lost. He pressed a final, lingering kiss to Johnny's forehead, a bittersweet farewell to a soulmate whose light had been extinguished too soon.

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the remnants of a life shattered, Kenshi clung to the memories of joy and laughter that once filled these walls. As he held Johnny's body against his chest, the profound sense of loss sank in, leaving Kenshi to grapple with the harsh truth that he was saying goodbye to more than just a person; he was bidding farewell to a future that would forever remain unfulfilled.

The room echoed with the haunting lullaby of Kenshi's grief, a poignant symphony that resonated through the silent halls, marking the end of a love story abruptly severed by the cruel hands of fate.

In the midst of Kenshi's despair, a sudden presence manifested before them. A radiant figure, wreathed in the fiery glow of divine energy, materialized in the room. It was Liu Kang, the God of Fire, an otherworldly being with powers beyond mortal comprehension. His eyes, ablaze with compassion, fell upon the devastated scene before him, " By the elder gods."

" You're too late Liu Kang, I couldn't save him." Kenshi sobbed, his voice broken and defeated, " Johnny… my love… he's… he's dead." He gently laid Johnny down on the floor on his back.

"Kenshi," Liu Kang spoke with a voice that carried the weight of ancient wisdom and divine authority. The blind swordsman looked up, his tear-stained face a portrait of sorrow. "It's not too late. Have faith."

Kenshi, trapped in his inner turmoil, couldn't hear the wisdom in Liu Kang's voice, "There's too much blood Liu Kang, How can I have faith."

Liu Kang face never wavered, he approached Kenshi, placing a reassuring hand on his fellow champion's shoulder, "Your bond with Johnny Cage is powerful and unbreakable. You two have something I haven't seen in eons. Nothing will take that away from you two." Liu Kang declared, his words resonating with an assurance that cut through the despair that gripped Kenshi's heart.

With a mixture of disbelief and newfound hope, Kenshi hesitated before finally nodding. Liu Kang knelt down in front of the pair, a hand outstretched toward Johnny's lifeless form. "Take care of him, Kenshi. He's going to need you," Liu Kang said, his voice a soothing reassurance.

As Liu Kang's hand touched Johnny's chest, a surge of divine energy emanated from the God of Fire. The room flickered with the ethereal glow, casting an otherworldly light on the transformative scene. Kenshi watched in awe as Liu Kang's healing powers flowed through Johnny's body, knitting together the wounds and breathing life back into the fallen warrior.

Time seemed to stand still as the restorative energy enveloped Johnny Cage. Kenshi's breath caught in his throat as he witnessed the miraculous resurrection unfolding before his eyes. The room, once a witness to tragedy, became a stage for divine intervention and the rekindling of hope.

Kenshi, overcome with a mix of gratitude and disbelief, cradled Johnny in his arms. The once-lifeless body now pulsed with renewed vitality. Tears of joy replaced those of sorrow as Kenshi pressed one last kiss on Johnny's lips, grateful for the unexpected turn of fate and the divine intervention that had spared them from the depths of despair.

" Thank you Liu Kang. I don't know how I'm gonna to repay you." Kenshi whispered in Johnny ear, his features showed how grateful he was to the fire god.

" No payment will be required Kenshi." Liu Kang reassured him, " Just be there for him. Even though his wounds are healed, his still weak and will need time to recover." He placed a hand form hand on Kenshi's shoulder.

With a grateful, the blind swordsman smiled, " I would do anything to help him and protect him."

" I have no doubt Kenshi." Liu Kang smiled standing up, " Now, I must go, take good care of Johnny and yourself." the God of Fire offered a nod of reassurance before slowly fading away, leaving the room to the quiet intimacy of the two lovers reunited against all odds.

Kenshi held Johnny close, unwilling to release him from the safety of his embrace. His hands traced the contours of Johnny's face, as if reassuring himself that this was not a figment of his imagination. The actor's features, once pallid and lifeless, now held a healthy glow, a testament to the miraculous healing that had taken place.

But despite the renewed life in Johnny's body, he remained unconscious, caught in the tranquil aftermath of his resurrection. Kenshi, overcome with a mix of emotions, lowered his head to Johnny's chest. The rhythmic beat of a steady heartbeat met his touch, a tangible affirmation of the restored life within Johnny's body.

Gently laying his hand on Johnny's chest, Kenshi felt the comforting rise and fall, a lifeline that tethered them to the present. Each heartbeat echoed through Kenshi's fingertips, grounding him in the reality of their shared existence. He marveled at the miraculous turn of events, the stark contrast to the devastation that had gripped the room just moments before.

Hours have passed in the quiet aftermath of the divine intervention that had restored Johnny Cage to life, Kenshi continued to cradle him in his arms. The room, now bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, seemed to hold its breath, as if respecting the fragile moment of reunion between the two lovers.

Kenshi continued his pattern of comforting his lover. His fingers gently stroked Johnny's hair, a tender gesture filled with a mixture of relief and lingering concern. Kenshi was stuck in his own thoughts, he almost missed a twitch from Johnny's finger. The blind swordsman thought he imagined the movement. With Sento guiding his site, Kenshi looked over the actors unconscious form. At first, Kenshi felt he imagined the movement, that's when Johnny's finger twitched again.

" Johnny?" Kenshi was now alert, " Johnny can you hear me?" He looked down on the actors face, looking for more movement. After a while, Kenshi saw the actor's move his head to the side. Now Kenshi can see Johnny slowly starting to regain consciousness, " Johnny, love its me, im right here."

The first thing that came to Johnny, was the pain that he was in. He's body was a lump of hurt, he couldn't remember what happened to him and why he was in so much pain. Johnny wanted to escape the agony his body was in.

Just as the actor was about to let the darkness claim him, he heard someone call his name, "Johnny?" The voice though far away, it felt familiar to him. Maybe too familiar. Johnny wanted to push himself closer to the voice calling his name. He can feel him pushing to the waking world. Johnny tilted his head to the side, letting out a small groan. He felt a gentle touch to the side of his face, the actor only knew one person who would do that, the love of his life, Kenshi. With a new found motivation, Johnny clawed his way through to the waking world.

Johnny began to slowly open is eye, which felt like lead. What felt like forever, the actor managed to barely open his eyes. Brown pupils revealed themselves to the world of the living. He felt groggy and disoriented and the world was nothing but a blur. Adjusting his vision, Johnny traced his eyes to the source of the gentle touch comforting him.

" Kenshi…?" His voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Kenshi couldn't help but smile at his lover, " Yes baby, it's me." He started to get emotional but pushed them away for the time being, " Welcome back, Johnny."

As awareness returned, Johnny struggled to piece together the fragments of memory. His gaze wandered to the blood-stained floor and the dried crimson on his dress shirt. Confusion clouded his features, and he attempted to sit up, only to be met with a wave of weakness.

"Easy, Johnny," Kenshi's voice, tinged with a mix of emotions, urged him to lie back. "You've been through a lot." The blind swordsman's hands remained a steady presence, providing both physical and emotional support to the man he had thought lost forever.

Johnny, still trying to make sense of his surroundings, squinted as he looked around. "What…. happened? Where… am… I?" he asked, his voice a raspy whisper. Kenshi hesitated for a moment, grappling with the difficult task of relaying the events that had transpired.

Kenshi couldn't help but feel for the weak man in his arms right now, " You're at your house Johnny." He answered in an empathetic tone, " What was the last thing you remember?"

Johnny winced, trying to recall the events that took place, " Everything… is a blur, I don't… remember much." He felt his head pounding from the ordeal.

" It's okay babe. Take your time." Kenshi patted Johnny's chest to comfort him, " Don't stain yourself. If you don't remember, that is okay."

" I want… to try." The actor stubbornly said weakly, wincing in the process, " I remember… being in pain." Johnny started to feel some of the images coming back to him, " But… I think… it was from a headache I had earlier in the morning." He sighed in defeat, " I can.. seem to… remember Kenshi."

"You were attacked, Johnny." Kenshi started feeling the emotions returning. " I found you on the floor bleeding out. I-I tried to save you, b-but I couldn't." Kenshi dropped his gaze, "You... you died," Kenshi's voice trembled with the weight of the revelation. "There was so much blood," he continued, his fingers tightening involuntarily in Johnny's hair. Tears welled in Kenshi's blind eyes, a testament to the emotional turmoil he had experienced.

Johnny's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to process the gravity of Kenshi's words. "Died? But I'm..." he trailed off, glancing at his own body, now free of the wounds that had marked his apparent demise.

"Liu Kang brought you back to life," Kenshi explained, his voice cracking with a mix of sorrow and gratitude. "It was a miracle." He gently laid Johnny back against his chest, holding him close as if afraid the moment might slip away.

Johnny, still processing the enormity of what he had just heard, reached out to cup Kenshi's face with a gentle touch. "Hey baby, it's okay." Johnny realized the gravity of the situation Kenshi was in, " I'm so sorry I did that to you. I'm so sorry. But I'm here now," he reassured, his voice a soothing balm to Kenshi's wounded soul.

Kenshi, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, leaned into Johnny's touch. Tears streaked down his face as he whispered, "I thought I lost you."

Johnny, with a weak but sincere smile, whispered back, "You didn't, and you never will." He looked at Kenshi with determination on his face, " I promise I will fight to not put you in that situation." Reached up placing a tender firm kiss on Kenshi's lips

" I love you Johnny." Kenshi whispered pulling his lips apart for a second.

" I love you more Kenshi." Johnny said pressing their lips together once again.

In that tender moment of solace, the room held a profound silence, broken only by the quiet exchange of words and the unspoken promise that their love had endured even the shadow of death. Together, they navigated the fragility of life, grateful for the miracle that had brought them back from the brink and determined to cherish each moment they had been given.

As Johnny Cage gradually regained his strength, his hand instinctively wrapped around his healing abdomen, a reminder of the recent ordeal. Kenshi, ever watchful and concerned, insisted that Johnny take it easy, but the actor's stubborn determination pushed him to defy the lingering weakness.

"Come on, Johnny, you need to rest," Kenshi urged, his voice a gentle yet firm plea. Johnny, however, was not one to succumb easily to physical limitations. With Kenshi's assistance, he managed to transition from lying down to a sitting position, his jaw set in a determined expression.

Fighting off the residual dizziness, Johnny's eyes scanned the room, taking in the aftermath of the violent encounter. Furniture lay in disarray, and the dried blood on the floor served as a grim reminder of the battle that had unfolded within the once-tranquil confines of his home.

"I can't just lie here," Johnny asserted, gritting his teeth against the pain. Kenshi, understanding the fiery spirit that burned within Johnny, reluctantly provided support as the actor slowly made his way to a standing position. The room spun momentarily, but Johnny steadied himself, his grip on Kenshi firm.

With Kenshi's arm draped over his shoulder, Johnny took a tentative step forward. The weight of his own body felt unfamiliar, weakened by the wounds that had once threatened to claim his life. Kenshi's silent strength provided the stability Johnny needed to navigate the unsteady terrain.

As they moved through the house, Johnny's gaze fell upon the shattered remnants of his once-pristine abode. His lips curled into a wry smile, a blend of resilience and defiance. "Looks like we need to find a new place, Kenshi," Johnny remarked, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and humor.

Kenshi, sensing the underlying sentiment, nodded in agreement. "A fresh start might be good," he replied, guiding Johnny towards a more stable surface where he could sit and gather his strength.

Johnny lowered himself onto a nearby sofa, taking a moment to catch his breath. The gravity of the situation hung in the air as he glanced around at the remnants of his former life. Despite the chaos, a sense of gratitude washed over him, knowing that he had been given a second chance at life.

Kenshi, ever attuned to Johnny's needs, remained by his side, a steady presence in the face of uncertainty. "We'll find a new home, Johnny," Kenshi reassured, his hand resting on Johnny's shoulder. The actor, though physically weakened, nodded in agreement, a silent acknowledgment that the journey ahead would be both challenging and filled with hope.

After thirty minutes had passed, Johnny found the strength to move again. "Hey babe?" He turned to his lover. "Can you help me to the bedroom? There's something I need to do real quick."

"Can it wait, Johnny?" Concern filled Kenshi's voice. "You're still recovering."

"It can't wait." Johnny said. "It's something I should have done a long time ago."

Kenshi was more worried that Johnny would strain himself. "How about you stay here, and I'll take care of it for you."

Johnny shook his head stubbornly. "No, it's something I have to do." He placed a hand on Kenshi's. "Please, babe. Let me do this."

The blind swordsman hesitated. After what felt like a while, Kenshi nodded his head. "Alright, fine."

As Johnny Cage and Kenshi made their way to their room, the journey was a delicate dance of support and reassurance. Despite Kenshi's persistent concern for Johnny's well-being, the actor's determination to reach their destination remained unyielding.

"I appreciate the concern, Kenshi, but I need to do this," Johnny insisted as they entered their room. Kenshi, reluctantly acknowledging Johnny's resolve, guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. The room, though still bearing traces of the recent turmoil, became a sanctuary for the couple to share a moment of quiet intimacy.

Johnny, propped up by the pillows, cast a glance around the room until his eyes settled on a small velvet box placed on the nightstand. A nervous excitement flickered in Johnny's gaze as he reached for the box, his fingers tracing its smooth surface. Kenshi watched in silent curiosity, allowing Johnny the space to unfold whatever awaited within.

Opening the box revealed a breathtaking engagement ring, the glint of the jewel catching the soft ambient light. Johnny's heart raced as he took a deep breath, preparing himself for a moment that was meant to unfold under different circumstances.

"Kenshi, I had plans for a romantic date night, and I wanted to propose then, but... after everything that happened, I don't want to wait," Johnny confessed, his eyes reflecting vulnerability. Kenshi's gaze softened, a mix of emotions flickering across his face as he listened to Johnny's words.

With a gentle sincerity, Johnny extended the open box towards Kenshi. "Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice laced with a blend of nerves and anticipation. The room seemed to hold its breath as Kenshi took in the significance of the moment, the weight of the ring in the velvet box mirroring the gravity of the question.

Kenshi, touched by the sincerity in Johnny's eyes and the profound gesture before him, felt a surge of emotions welling up within. The scars of the recent ordeal faded into the background as the essence of their love took center stage.

In a hushed tone, Kenshi responded, "Yes, Johnny. I will marry you." The room, once witness to turmoil, now held the promise of a shared future. Johnny's face lit up with a radiant joy, and Kenshi's stoic exterior softened into a rare smile as they sealed the commitment with an exchange of heartfelt words.

With Kenshi's emotional yes, Johnny reached into the box and carefully took the engagement ring, sliding it onto Kenshi's finger. The metal band found its place, symbolizing a union that transcended the trials they had faced. Kenshi, gazing at the ring on his finger, felt a profound sense of belonging and love.

As they embraced, the room became a haven for their shared journey – a space where resilience triumphed over adversity, and love conquered the darkest shadows. The engagement ring sparkled as a testament to their commitment, and the promise of a future unfolded in the tender moments shared between Johnny Cage and Kenshi.