My Kenzo
Season Two: Will Meet You
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There's a streak of longing there really feels deep. Until finally the lips were released.
"Sorry..." Aika downcast.
"Why? You don't like me?" frans asked with a sigh of hunting.
"A..I.." the lips were again silenced, forgetting everything. As if Aika was only hers, her hands started trying to unbutton the woman's shirt.
Brakes...
The unlocked door suddenly opened, two people who were both looking at each other stared at the arrival of a white child with sharp but not narrow eyes.
Maybe a combination of his father and mother who came from different countries.
"Mama.." she ran over quickly, hugging Aika possessively.
"Mama!?" Frans knitted his forehead not understanding. Look at a child who may be about 8 years old.
"I..this is your son?" ask Frans to make sure.
Aika averted her gaze for a moment,"Also your son..."
Bugs...
The man knelt on the floor, had no dream what he was last night until suddenly he had a child who was almost grown. However, this was a stroke of luck, he finally had a descendant.
"A.. papa's son, come here" he asked.
The child stepped in doubtfully, until Aika said, Frans is the papa he had been waiting for.
Slowly the child hugged him, his tears flowed, "I will marry your mother.." he murmured.
Aika sighed harshly, "Dad let us along on condition, help me lead the company. Leave the W&G Company, because I know you're so loyal to Kenzo, so I hesitated to say." Her words stopped, as Frans interrupted her.
"I might have doubted, but now Kenzo has 7 children who have above average intelligence. W&G Company will stand firm, even without me there." he replied smiling.
Aika jumped in her arms, along with Hitoshi. The kneeling mother and father hugged their son.
"Allows older bananas to taste better? Even once trying to directly produce children," he whispered to Aika.
"I forgot what it was like, after we got married what if we tried it again." whispered in Frans' ear.
"What banana?" Hitoshi asked in a plain tone. His parents were at a loss for words.
***
Currently in Singapore...
"So you're married and are resigning?" Amel made sure, answered with a nod by Frans.
"Kenzo and I will remain friends, like brothers and sisters. Can you please take care of her later?" tanyakanya.
The woman sighed, "I have to find a replacement assistant because of you,"
"Open a job vacancy in the newspaper then there will be hundreds of new job applicants. Just choose" said Frans with the child who is still beside him.
"Hitoshi, introduce yourself to Febria. He's Amel's aunt's son." he continued.
"I'm Hitoshi..." Hitoshi extended his hand.
"Febria," Febria did not return her helping hand, loosening her head to look at her mother, "May I go to the place where Steven lives?" tanyanya, holding Amel's hand.
"No, if you stay with you, you will give birth at a young age..." Amel tried to smile, harboring his frustration.
Up to Hitoshi, pull off Febria's hand, "You can play the piano, we play together huh?" said smile.
"I can't!! Don't pull me!!" febria screams, but eventually gives up. Sitting next to Hitoshi, learning how to play objects with beautiful sounds.
"Would your son play the piano?" amel asked to shake his forehead.
Amel sighed again, "If Febria asks you about Steven's whereabouts. Tell him he's in another country, can't meet him for a while..."
"Why? Where's Steven? Usually that weird kid always sticks to Febria?" frans did not understand.
"Steven disappeared at the airport a few weeks ago. You know how Febria would have if you had known Steven was missing? He'll panic, not even willing to eat,"
"Temporarily, until Steven comes back or Febria is enough to accept Steven's disappearance" he continued.
"You've been looking for information on where Kenzo bought it first?" Frans asked back.
Amel shook his head, "Kenzo doesn't remember where he found Steven. But one thing's for sure, Steven left on his own terms, everything recorded on airport CCTV,"
Frans was silent, even Kenzo who must have deployed his informant network could not find Steven. Maybe there was something unusual about the boy.
His eyes looked at his 8-year-old son. Be happy? Of course, this is what it's like to have a child. It feels proud to hear his fingers dancing on the piano keys.
"They are like angels." whispered Frans in a small voice, staring at the two beautiful children who were still sitting in front of the big white piano.
"It's hard to admit, my daughter is an angel-faced demon," Amel sighed harshly.
Till...
Bugs...
Febria kicked Hitoshi's calf, "I told you I can't!! Yes you can't!! Basic black steel knight!!" he walked away, leaving the room.
Amel rubbed his own face, "All right? Only Steven was too patient to take care of her,"
While Hitoshi, come down from the stage, the ballroom is empty. "Aunt Amel, me and Febria will be familiar in the future. Can we be friends?"
"A cute polite kid..." Amel pinched Hitoshi's cheek.
***
Elsewhere, her black hair paint has begun to return. Her white hair, which had slightly changed color to a visible brown.
Holding a long-barreled weapon, wearing black clothing complete with gloves and special goggles for shooting practice, aiming at moving targets.
Dor..dor..dor ...
There were 18 shots fired. Finally he lowered his hand.
"Check.." a man orders his subordinates.
Quickly some of his subordinates checked, some targets moving there.
"15 on target, the other three verandas in the target area shoot two," the words came out from one of the subordinates.
Plaque...
One slap landed on his cheek, the teenager bowed, clenching his hand.
"If the target was an armed man, three of them were only wounded but not dead. Then you'll be the one to shoot them, got it!?" it was on Steven.
"I'm sorry, I get it," Steven put a bullet back in a long-range weapon. Targeting the target in the form of a human-shaped board that moves, aiming it right at the head.
It must be on target.I will change my father's business one day, so as not to kill, until then, I must stay alive, in order to meet you... he murmured inwardly, not wanting to accept physical violence anymore.
Eden, his only surviving sibling approaches him, an 18-year-old, moving his own wheelchair."Calm and focused, your hands should not tremble. Or I'll kill you myself..."
Steven took a deep breath, then closed his eyes for a moment. The blue eyes were open again.
Dor.dor...
Target shot back, trying to stay focused. All still missed him, his mother, his father, his brothers and Febria.
I am Ultraman, Ultraman has never lost. I'll see you when I grow up...
Seriate