My Kenzo
Season Three: Not Sure

The fingers of his hands were pulled, along with their bodies that were parallel in the water. A little air in his mouth was given Febria to Steven, in fused lips. A little air, can make it survive to move, trying to swim up to the surface, with just both hands and one foot.

Huh...

The sound of a pair of young people, who had just reached the surface, inhaled the air greedily. Stare at each other, trying to reach the lake.

Until finally, until sitting on the edge of the lake lay their bodies on the gravel, exhausted.

"Thank you" Steven smiled at her.

Damnit damnit!! We kissed again, no, it's just for humanity. But still, why did I help him.he muttered inwardly, lying beside Steven, turning to him, with an equally disordered roar of breath.

Steven started to sit down, staring towards the surroundings. "We have to get out of here, otherwise we'll die, before help comes..."

"Ki...where should we go?" febria asked in fear, still hating someone she knew as Mr. Hudson. However, also only this man was his only hope of staying alive. In the midst of unknown circumstances.

Steven tried to get up, approaching Febria, carrying a knife previously snatched from an opponent during a fight.

"Why.why do you want what?" ask Febria scared.

The woman's mini dress skirt was held by her. Febria was really trembling at this moment. Will he be harassed and then killed? Or will his body end up slashed? I don't know...

Crc ...

Febrian skirts were torn with a knife, an elongated tear.

A shadow in Febrian imagination, after her skirt was torn off. So his clothes, too, forced intercourse in the open.

"Ja.. don't.." she crept back, closed her eyes in fear. Imagining herself would be bombarded using a blunt object that would make her pregnant. The young man who will enjoy his body on top of the uncomfortable gravel stone.

However, nothing happened. The knife was thrown by Steven into the lake. Wrapping a gunshot wound on her own leg, using a piece of Febria's mini dress skirt, did not want to leave even the slightest trace of blood.

"Why close your eyes? Your perverted brain wants us to do it here? But sorry..the next time..." Steven smiled holding his laughter.

"A... I'm not a pervert!!" snapped Febria, pissed.

"Let's go, before they get here" he said, trying to get up, walking on limping feet. Unexpectedly, Febria quickly moved to remove him..

"Where are we going?" ask Steven.

"There's a wooden shed near here. I hid the P3K box, food and weapons there." Steven smiled.

"You know you're gonna be attacked?" Febria clenched her forehead cluelessly, answered with a nod by Steven.

"I deliberately lured them here, to find out who the defector pretended to submit to me. To finish them off one step." he said.

"Then why just put down the medicine box and the weapons, not prepare the bodyguards?" Febria asked again, while looking at him.

"Right now everyone's loyalty is being tested, there's nothing to be trusted in the mafia network" he replied with a slightly scratched face, as a result of dropping himself off from the top of the abyss.

Febria was still walking while looking at her face. A similar way of talking to Steven, when it's serious. Different hair and eyeball color. Beautiful adult man, how is Steven's face today? Perhaps the 14-year-old she once kissed would grow up to be this man-like adult.

Really handsome, no... No, is he crazy? This man is a member of the mafia, can do violence, get rid of him if he does not like himself anymore.

However, only this man had ever touched and kissed her other than Steven. Febria gulped, harpist, beautiful face with cold behavior that walked was elegant looking at the man.

For the first time his brain was functioning. If before, Febria was kissed by a beautiful man, a steward like Benjamin, she would not. But it is different from the dangerous young man who drives his adrenaline.

For some reason his brain, which was pure white, became completely dirty. His perverted imagination is still remembered by him. Kala imagines the man tearing all his clothes at the edge of the lake. Take off her wet clothes, enjoy her body in the middle of their equally wet bodies. It is associated with various positions.

Imagination that never happens at all.

Febria shook her head, for her wild imagination to disappear. Why did I become such a pervert.

***

Several hundred meters away, the warehouse in the middle of the forest was finally seen as well. Steven was digging a little dirt behind the shed. Take a medicine box and a suitcase filled with firearms with a few spare bullets. A small food box was hidden inside the abandoned warehouse.

Sitting both behind a large pile of wood, Steven began to open his P3K box. Unusual thing, there are sewing needles that are commonly used by doctors to stitch wounds there, there are even tweezers, tongs and small operating knives that have been sterile.

Anesthesia began to be injected into his own wound, picking up a brace, and a small knife.

"Didn't it hurt?" febria asked looking pity at him.

"Very," answered Steven's mouth, which was used to dealing with gunshot wounds alone. Crying, then he will be beaten by the father, that is the life he lived 14 years.

Rubber gloves were put on, sterilizing wounds, starting to gouge projectiles at his feet. The blood flowed more and more, only with makeshift equipment, the wound was sewn slowly, until it was finally wrapped with a bandage, so that it would temporarily not open again. Antibiotic pills are swallowed, taken using mineral water.

Remembering her who after the break should keep moving. Cold sweat soaked his face, enduring his pain, anesthesia may be able to ease the pain for a while. But still, the pain will return.

"A... Can I call you Hudson?" febria asked, answered with a nod by Steven."Is it so sick? Is there a way to defuse it?"

"There, but not to relieve him, diverted his pain." answered from his pale white lips.

"Hows it? What's with the herbs or medicines that are here?" Febria asked again looking enthusiastic.

"Related, want to take my pain away?" Steven smiled closer to his face.

Febria nodded innocently, a mistake she made. His nape was grabbed, his lips put together, enjoyed little by little. Tempting the thrashing Febrian to play his tongue.

And it was true that Febria's hand hitting her chest started to limp, tightly holding onto Steven's wet black sweater. Come back to his support. This is really intoxicating for Febria. His heart beat rapidly in the arms of the young man sitting on the floor of the filthy wooden shed.

Replies that feel different, giving a sensation of comfort for him.

Until the pangutan was released, both breaths were irregular.

"Who are you...?" ask Febria.

"I? I'm Ultraman..." Steven smiled, holding back Febria's nape, continuing their lips.

Seriate