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Assistant: Title: You're Welcome Here
        Author: Apocalypsea Apocalypsea 
        Chapter: 1/2 
        Summary: Kenshi Takahashi has many guilts and sorrows he faces, many of which he always keeps to himself. It's a heavy burden to carry, but he has a few friends he cherishes. One of which he trusts enough to come to in a time of need...Johnny Cage is enjoying a quiet evening in his mansion, cooking dinner and preparing for a lonesome night of movie watching, but there is a knock at the door. Who could it be?
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Johnny Cage stood in front of his stove, whistling while cooking a hefty pan of Alfredo pasta – one of his favorite foods, though one he didn’t indulge in very often, as he was often on strict diets for work.

  However, he’d been enjoying the last few weeks in relaxation, as the other kombatants were, before Liu Kang would inevitably appear and call for their help once more in defending Earthrealm. Hopefully, today wasn’t that day, as Johnny had an entire movie list planned out to watch after he enjoyed his indulgent dinner alone.

  The only sound present in the mansion was the pasta cooking on the stove, but Johnny stilled as he heard a faint knocking on his front door to his mansion. It surely couldn’t be a fan; he had well-guarded gates and guards surrounding the place. It also couldn’t be Cassie; she was spending the weekend with her mother. If it was Liu Kang, he would’ve just appeared out of thin air without warning.

  Confused and worried, he crept towards the door, met with another round of knocking. Hesitantly, he opened the door.

  
    To his surprise, Kenshi Takahashi stood in front of him, clad in a neat Yakuza suit with Sento strapped on his back like usual.
  

  
    “Kenshi?” Johnny asked.
  

  
    Kenshi nodded, standing shyer than usual, and didn’t say anything. Johnny could immediately sense the reluctance in Kenshi’s manner.
  

  
    “Come in,” He quickly said, and Kenshi lightly grazed the outline of the door to get a feel where to go. He’d been to Johnny’s house a few times and remembered the layout of certain furniture, but he did not refuse Johnny’s guiding hand that sat on his shoulder to help guide him to the kitchen where he led him to sit on a stool in front of the kitchen island.
  

  “That smells amazing.” Kenshi complimented, eagerly taking in the delicious aroma of the Alfredo. 

  “Believe it or not, Johnny Cage is also an excellent chef.” Johnny replied, moving to the stove, and continuing to swirl the pasta around with a large spoon. 

  
    “How are you?” Johnny asked, figuring he should warm Kenshi up to conversation before asking why he stopped by.
  

  
    “I’ve…been better.” Kenshi sighed, a rare show of emotion.
  

  
    “Is everything alright?” Johnny asked, immediately turning around to gaze at the swordsman. 
  

  
    Kenshi stayed quiet for a moment in contemplation then spoke up, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come and bothered your dinner.” Yet he made no move to leave. 
  

  
    “Hey,” Johnny spoke up in a high pitch, “I told you before you’re always welcome here.” Johnny had raised a daughter, so he was well equipped with reassuring responses to bouts of insecurity. 
  

  “I just…I guess I needed a friend.” Kenshi stated, clearly tense and embarrassed at the admittance.

  From what Johnny could tell, Kenshi had been a solo guy for much of his life. For one part of his life, when he had his vision, he did his work alone. The second part, after he went blind, he was alone mainly because he felt a need to prove to everyone, including himself, that his disability did not affect him as a great warrior. And it never did, though Johnny did wish Kenshi wouldn’t get so upset when people wanted to help him, like guiding him around new areas in Outworld. Everyone learned very quickly to avoid helping Kenshi with guidance, lest they desired a mouthful of opposition and the good ol’ ‘I don’t need your pity’ response. 

  However, in the months they’ve known each other working together on Liu Kang’s team, Kenshi gradually allowed Johnny, and only Johnny, to help him. Yet this aid remained unspoken, never discussed in case Kenshi would then disregard it altogether. Therefore, to see Kenshi show up to his house like this…so vulnerable…something was very wrong.

  “You know you can tell me anything, right? No judgement.” Johnny said between them.

  
    The swordsman nodded and placed an elbow on the table, relaxing an inch.
  

  
    “I think it’s all hitting me. Not being there for Takeda, disappointing my family, the blindness. I shove it down so much, and there’s nowhere for it go.” Kenshi admitted sadly, sinking down into his elbow.
  

  It broke Johnny’s heart right there, to see someone who was always so brave and sure of himself sound so hopeless, so unsure, and so…defeated.

  Johnny immediately geared into therapist mode, “But look at all you’ve accomplished, it’s so much more than all your struggles.” 

  “I get that, but it doesn’t make it any less painful.” Kenshi replied.

  
    Johnny found himself at a loss for words, glancing silently at the sizzling pasta in front of him. However, this didn’t seem to bother Kenshi, who just wanted, needed, someone to vent his issues to.
  

  “I fear I’ll never be happy, that I’ll be consumed by my guilt and mistakes.” Kenshi admitted.

  
    Johnny’s eyes had been glued to the pan, but he whipped his body around to Kenshi when he heard a small sob. 
  

  “I can’t even see.” Kenshi whispered, barely audibly, but with the resounding effect of a deafening cry. 
“Oh Kenshi…” Johnny exhaled and rushed over to the man on the stool who now held his head in his hands as his shoulders heaved. It was clear he was holding back his tears, but Johnny smoothed over his upper back with a large palm and coaxed him.
  “Let it out, it’s okay to cry.” 

  Those gentle words seemed to unlock the waterfall within Kenshi’s eyes, and he began to sob harder. Johnny quickly wrapped him in an embrace without thinking. For a moment he was concerned Kenshi would push him away, but he didn’t. 

  They stood like that for a few minutes in silence, Johnny comforting Kenshi, who cried into his own hands, not bothering to wipe the tears that dropped onto the counter.

  Johnny began to rub small circles on Kenshi’s back, and the swordsman began to quiet and calm under the light touch.

  “I’m so sorry,” Kenshi spoke up, voice shaky, “I’ve ruined your night.” 

  
    “You haven’t ruined anything Kenshi.” Johnny said kindly, fighting the urge to continue massaging Kenshi’s back and even run his hands through his hair, and took a step back as Kenshi wiped the tears from his face.
  

  “I actually made a bigger portion of pasta than usual, so how about some dinner?” Johnny asked, sauntering back to the stove to take the pasta off the heat.

  
    Normally Kenshi would’ve refused, but a small, genuine smile crept on his lips, “I am actually pretty hungry.” 
  

  
    “Perfect.” Johnny said with all the surety of someone who truly didn’t mind Kenshi being there, “Well not perfect that you’re hungry but like - Ah! You get what I mean.” Kenshi chuckled at Johnny’s words. 
  

  The actor served them two hefty plates of Alfredo pasta and joined Kenshi to eat on the stool next to him. They ate contently and completely, clearing the bowls in no time.

  “That was incredible.” Kenshi remarked, leaning back a bit and setting a hand over his full belly.

  “You could really be a chef if you didn’t fight for Earthrealm.” The swordsman continued.

  
    “You flatter me.” Johnny grinned.
  

  “I’m not sure if I want to be responsible for inflating your ego more.” Kenshi teased.

  “Have I not proven myself worthy of ultimate bragging rights?” Johnny joked, grabbing their plates and putting them in the sink. Hearing the clunk of plates being placed in the sink, Kenshi stood up. 

  “Well, I guess I should start getting home.” He began. 

  
    Something in Johnny made him speak without thinking, “You can stay the night if you’d like. It’s already pretty late.” 
  

  
    It was only 7:30 pm, but it was dark outside compared to the sunset that was present when Kenshi first arrived.
  

  “Are you sure?” Kenshi asked.

  
    “Absolutely. I have a guest bedroom all ready to go. Please, I’d be my pleasure.” Johnny wasn’t sure why he was being overly nice, but he really wanted Kenshi to stay, if not to watch over him then to spend time with his friend.
  

  
    “That sounds nice.” Kenshi replied, now standing awkwardly by the counter, hand placed on the kitchen island.
  

  
    “When I’m home alone on nights like this, I usually like to sit by the fireplace and listen to music or,” Johnny was a bit hesitant at his next suggestion due to Kenshi’s blindness, “read. Would you care to join me?” 
  

  
    Kenshi smiled at Johnny’s rare hesitance, “Sure.”
  

  
    Johnny led Kenshi to the living room couch a few feet away in front of the fireplace, and the swordsman sat comfortably on one side. Johnny rushed to clean the dishes and returned, throwing wood into the fireplace as Kenshi listened to the quiet sounds of his work. Finally, Johnny slumped onto the other side of the couch with a sigh, content with his work.  
  

  
    They sat and listened to the fire crackle, sinking into the red cushion under them. As peaceful as it was, Johnny was also hyper aware of Kenshi there and the space between them.
  

  
    He felt the need to say something.
  

  “So, how’d you get here?” Johnny asked.

  
    Kenshi turned toward Johnny, “I remembered your address and I used Sento to guide the streets. I’m used to traveling far distances on foot. As for getting through the gates, there’s some weak spots I snuck through.” 
  

  “I thought I had this ish on lockdown.” Johnny laughed, “Time for a new gate, though I think you’d make it through anyways.”

  “I thank Sento for that.” Kenshi replied.

  
    “I have a question” Johnny perked up, “if you can use Sento to guide you, why do you not use him in here? To you know, guide you around?” 
  

  
    It was an honest question, but Kenshi shyed away, a peek of pink rising on his cheeks. Johnny silently cursed himself, did he offend him? 
  

  
    “I…could use Sento, but,” Kenshi stretched on, “I trust you to help me…rather than Sento…” 
  

  
    Johnny considered this, a wave of pride spreading through him. Kenshi trusted Johnny, so much so that he refrained from using his most sacred possession to help him. That was…something Johnny hadn’t expected to warm him so feverishly.
  

  
    “B-But I could use it, if it bothers you.” Kenshi stuttered to finish his thought.
  

  
    Johnny hadn’t even realized he stayed quiet as Kenshi admitted that, and he sat up on the couch.
  

  
    “Oh! No, I don’t mind it, I uh, actually enjoy it.”
  

  
    “You enjoy taking pity on me, Cage?” Kenshi joked, scaring Johnny a bit before he realized he was being lighthearted.
  

  
    “Never that,” Johnny laughed, “I’m glad you trust me.” 
  

  
    “You’ve never given me a reason not to.” Kenshi replied, turning back towards the warm radiance of the fire.
  

  
    They ventured into silence once more, but this time was far more comfortable.
  

  
    The sound of wood fracturing and the whirl of fire filled the air. The waves of heat stretched towards them, relaxing their muscles and warming their bodies gradually. The smell of firewood replaced the previous aroma of food, and it was as pleasing as it was peaceful. In the distance were the sounds of cars in the city, reminding them of the liveliness of the world around them. The dishwasher was running, beeping and emitting the sound of water churning now and then. It was a beautiful moment between the two men who sat comfortably with each other, relishing in the aura. 
  

  “I wish I met you before my blindness.” Kenshi said, plainly, yet so full of hopeful sadness.

  
    Johnny pondered whether to joke or not, but decided to stick true to himself.
  
“Yeah, you’re totally missing out on the best part of Johnny Cage.” He said, and Kenshi could feel the smile in his words. Kenshi couldn’t help but laugh at that. 
  “What? Not being funny!” Johnny Cage laughed, pulling more delightful giggles from Kenshi.

  “I suppose it’s also a shame I also haven’t seen any of your movies.” Kenshi admitted, peering towards Johnny, knowing it’d pull a reaction from the proud actor.

  
    Johnny gasped, “Okay now that is unacceptable. We are definitely planning an entire day where we watch all of them and I explain to you what’s happening. Plus, you get the added bonus of behind-the-scenes trivia!”
  

  The two laughed until it simmered down, both unable to keep from smiling at the lighthearted mood.

  
    “What do you look like, Johnny?” Kenshi asked, taking on a more serious tone, “I don’t think I’ve ever asked before.”
  

  
    “Uhh,” Johnny began, “Well for one, handsome. Two, ripped.” They laughed and Johnny began again, more serious this time, “Brown hair. Chiseled jawline. White skin, though I get a gorgeous tan in Cabo. I’d say green eyes, hazel if we’re getting specific and disregarding Hollywood editing magic. And I wasn’t lying about being ripped.”
  

  
    Kenshi had been listening intently, picturing in his mind what Johnny looked like. He knew Kenshi couldn’t see him, but Johnny watched him back, finding himself more focused on the swordsman than he ever previously was. Perhaps it was due to them being alone in such a setting, but he never noticed the softness in Kenshi’s natural features, the sharpness of his nose, the expanse of where his stubble was beginning to grow on his jaw, the sharpness of his cheekbone-
  

  
    Johnny found himself speaking mindlessly again, “You can uh, feel, if you want.” 
  

  The silence that hung in the air after made Johnny want to hide in a hole and die. Why did he say such a dumb thing? It was probably offensive, and why would Kenshi even care - 

  
    “Yes. I would actually enjoy that a lot.” Kenshi smiled, genuine and kind.
  
Johnny would’ve sighed of relief if he wasn’t so tensed up, and he nodded to reassure himself before scooching over to the middle empty portion of the couch. Kenshi did the same, slowly moving over until their hips met as they sat side by side.Johnny turned toward Kenshi, and absentmindedly held his breath as he guided Kenshi’s hands into his own. He brought Kenshi’s hand to his cheeks, and set them down as Kenshi began to feel the shape of Johnny’s jaw.His fingers glazed over the stubble of Johnny’s facial hair, barely peeking out from a fresh shave some days ago. His tan fingers felt upwards to his temple, over his forehead, lining the thickness of his eyebrows. 
  Kenshi’s face looked so concentrated as he felt down Johnny’s nose, so diligently noting the minuscule bumps and shape of it until he was at the most forward point. He set his hands back on Johnny’s cheeks, as a starting point, before fanning his fingers out and moving outwardly to feel his soft hair.

  
    Johnny, for the first time in his life, was thankful Kenshi couldn’t see him because he was bright red, anxious and excited all at the same time, and just from such small caresses.  
  

  
    It was embarrassing really, being so affected by the slight presses of Kenshi’s fingers. Not to mention it was confusing – Johnny had been with multiple women all throughout his life, and they did far more than this, so why was it affecting him so much?
  

  Johnny could’ve groaned at the feeling of Kenshi running his fingers over his scalp, separating strands of his hair with his fingers before gripping it ever so gently. Kenshi’s cupped the back of Johnny’s head with his hands and ran his fingers in circles in the best head massage Johnny ever received.

  
    “Having fun?” Johnny asked with all the composure he could summon.
  

  
    “Are you? I can hear your heartbeat from here.” Kenshi grinned.
  

  Johnny’s eyes widened a bit as he let out a bashful giggle, feigning confidence. He forgot that Kenshi once told him that his senses were immensely strengthened after losing his sight, including his hearing.

  
    “Haven’t you felt me when we’ve fought” Johnny asked, recalling the first fight they had in this very room over Sento.
  

  
    “Yeah, but not like this –” 
  

  
    Kenshi then ran his fingers from his hair back to Johnny’s face and cupped his cheek. With his thumb, Kenshi dragged his finger over his bottom lip, feeling the plumpness of it. 
  

  
    Johnny stilled, entirely enraptured with Kenshi in that moment, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. 
  

  
    He was so handsome.
  

  
    Kenshi then brought his hands down the sides of Johnny’s neck, pausing to feel the pulse of his carotid arteries, then sat his hands on his shoulders. He gave them a light squeeze then ran down the expanse of Johnny’s arms, his fingers running over the bulging muscle of Johnny’s arms until he reached his hands and intertwined their fingers together.
  

  Kenshi then leaned forward, planting a small peck on Johnny’s lips so calmly, then reverting back to sit tall.

  
    Johnny had been entirely still, blushing fiercely, heart beating erratically, and his breath struggle to find a normal tempo as he tried to relax. 
  

  
    “Did you,” Johnny began in awe, “Did you do all that intentionally to kiss me?”
  

  
    “You forget you’re the one who offered, Johnny Cage.” Kenshi said with a smile.
  

  
    “Oh, yeah,” Johnny said embarrassingly.
  

  
    “I will admit, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Kenshi admitted.
  

  
    “I’d ask if you came over and did this whole thing on purpose. If so, you might just be a better actor than me…”
  

  
    “Spoilers, Johnny Cage.” Kenshi joked and continued, “Though as much as I wish I was also a famous actor, that is not the case.”
  

  Johnny cupped Kenshi’s cheek, his other hand still intertwined with Kenshi’s. His heart swelled as he gazed at the swordsman in front of him, his wide smile diminishing into a look of desire, before leaning forward to plant a kiss of his own onto the swordsman’s lips. The blind man was quick to react and purse his lips back. 

  “That wasn’t acting, right?” Kenshi asked after they parted.

  
    Johnny laughed and cupped his face, “I think you’ll be happy to know I’ve never acted around you. Though I do think you’d enjoy my Terminator impression.” 
  

  
    The two laughed with one another, remaining close to one another. Kenshi rested his hands on Johnny’s forearms, while Johnny’s hands rested on the swordsman’s shoulders.
  

  Silently, Johnny leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. Kenshi let out a small giggle, and Johnny pulled back.

  “Do not tell me you’re reading my mind right now.” Johnny said.

  
    “Hah, I would only do that if you allowed me. I don’t read your mind without permission, it is a personal rule of consent, if you will.” Kenshi replied, “I am only happy to know you feel the same.”
  

  
    “Oh yeah?” Johnny said with a raised eyebrow, “and how do you know that?”
  

  
    “I can sense the joy inside you, and your heartbeat does not lie to me.” Kenshi said and Johnny stilled at the sheer warmth of his words. They were so…romantic. That one sentence, so full of romantic honesty and sweetness…it surprised Johnny. The actor had been in relationships, of course, but they never made him feel like such a giddy teenager as he did currently.
  

  “Can I take you up on an interpretation of one of your movies tonight?” Kenshi asked.

  
    Johnny shot up to a standing position, “I thought you’d never ask!” He exclaimed and began to find wherever he kept his movie stash. He spoke as he further from Kenshi, “We’ll start with Citizen Cage, it’s renounced as one of the best movies of all time…” He babbled on. 
  

  Kenshi couldn’t help the fit of laughs that emerged from his chest as he listened to Johnny babble on, excitedly running to find his collection. The swordsman sighed contently and sunk back into the couch, it’d be a long night, but he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.'
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