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In an ideal world, Kenshi would have kept his vision. Would be the ideal and perfect swordsman while still protecting eathrrealm.
In a less than ideal world, Kenshi would befall his visionless fate to the hands of princess mileena. A simple yet tragic fate.
But in this world, his fate was something far worse then anyone could of foreseen. In the eyes of Lord Liu Kang, Kenshi was to simply lose his vision. Embrace the beings inside his beloved Sento and still protect those dear to him. But in the eyes of the fateless like Shang Tsung?
Kenshi had far more potential.
So when fates hands shaped Kenshi into Mileenas, he stood passively by. Watched as the pointed tip of the two Sai she wielded delved deep into the eye sockets of his beloved variable. But they didnt stop.
With the unstoppable strength behind the ill Mileena; they delved deeper. Cracked and splintered skull, and pierced the gentle and fragile organ beneath the bone. The reaction was near immediate. As the pointed end made it's way through internal vicersa within, Kenshi's body stopped all motion. Once yelling mouth lay open yet silent, hands and arms that fought the strength pushing against him slackened, all life that would of been in those eyes long gone.
Kenshi Takahashi 'stood' dead. Propped up only by the Sai still lodged deep into his cranium. Something not long available when they are pulled from his skin, body falling lax to the ground.
His variable finally lay touchable. Now all that needed to be done was to get rid of the pesky defenders still taking up his personal time with his newest addition.
Fate really did smile down on him. What a benevolent mistress.