My Kenzo
Season Three: I Found You

Hup...

Blood flowed from the hole in his chest. He was shot in the back by someone. Right through the back to the chest.

Some people dressed as nurses shot him and his men. The situation that was not conducive to him was also having trouble moving after his body was pierced by bullets. Doom on the papah of one of his men. Walk down the escape passage.

"Damn!!" he looked at the people who were starting to die. Overwhelmed against the nurse-clad snarers.

The man was quickly taken into the car, by his bodyguards. "Go quickly!!" his orders with his mouth spitting out fresh blood, maybe a bullet could hurt his stomach.

"Okay sir" said the driver, neither smiling nor frightened. Drive at high speed to the nearest hospital.

***

While Victor starts to open his eyes, releasing his breathing apparatus. "They're gone?" ask a nurse.

"Yes, we're investigating their biggest fund backer. Please be patient, and stay like this" he replied.

"They have full armaments, you have to be careful. Help protect my two sons," he said, sighing harshly.

"We'll do it." he said.

"Having a besan doesn't seem bad either. Steven was smart enough, clinging to Kenzo from the age of 7, even having plans of marrying his daughter to escape me," Victor laughed loudly, starting to grab the dish, slicing the meat before him. As long as Eden hasn't come home.

Never been in a coma? Of course, this was a bet between him and Kenzo. How do they get to know each other?

Started a year ago...

Steven has been missing for 13 years, but not a single piece of information Kenzo remembers. All the information about the moon he was carrying little Steven collected. But there was still no clue, until Frans gave her a flower-scented wine, a gift from Hiasi on her birthday.

Little does his memory return, Steven's late mother is a collector of flower-scented wine. The woman had a large shelf with some beautiful colored bottles.

The place where he first met Steven who was huddled cooped up in the room. His face was splashed with blood, a fleeting memory that gave him a clue, there was a family crest that was in Steven's clothes at that time.

"Hudson.." murmured Kenzo to a flower-scented wine gift given Hiasi. His face smiled, finding a pointer about his missing adopted son.

His eyes looked around to observe Febria who was packing her suitcase back with the proposition of living independently.

"You're leaving papa? To meet the steward (Benjamin) .." asked Kenzo sighing harshly.

"I told you I'd only stay one day for my birthday. After this I will go back to living my life as a Febrian Harpist, not the young lady of the W&G Company" she replied, smiling at her father.

"If papa takes Steven home, do you want to stay home?" tanyanya smiled grinning.

"Steven's home!? Papa found it?" Enthusiastic Febria approached her papa expectantly.

Kenzo shook his head, "If fate has been decided, you will meet" he said with a smile. With the coming of Amel.

"Kenzo, today we postpone all work, do not waste time. Come.." he said blinking one eye, carrying two glasses of wine with the bottle still sealed, with a short yukata-shaped nightgown, on the knee."I wait in the room." he continued biting the bottom of his own lips, walking past.

Febria knelt her forehead staring at her mother's behavior as if infatuated with the father. Beautiful woman of attractive stature, just clinging to her husband like a newlywed.

"Dad, I wanted to ask this from a long time ago. Some say the older, the wiser. You're getting older but still .." Febria's words are interrupted.

"There is no old term between us. That's why your mama is still beautiful today, and your father is still handsome until now." muttered Kenzo took off his minimalist glasses.

"You two aren't demons or vampires are you!?" Febria clenched her forehead cluelessly, with her father and mother's faces rivaling those of 30-year-old movie stars.

"No, already!! Papa should sleep first ..." Kenzo pretended to yawn several times, started to get up, from where he was sitting.

"Sleep? You guys are gonna lock the room, right? Sports beds, make kids, make mom scream or I gotta say hook up.." Febria said on the sidelines.

"Sttt.you are still too small," the father who, as if walking with his daughter, would be considered a boyfriend or sister by someone else, stepped away.

Totally insane, making his grown children envious of both their parents."The older you get, my mom and dad are getting sticky.." she sneered.

***

Victor Hudson, that's his name is now overseeing one of his illegal weapons factories. Try one by one the newly created series, the headquarters are located partially underground. While from above it only looks like an old factory that is not operational.

"The trigger is too difficult to pull," he said, giving Doom weapons. His confidant.

"I'll perfect it later..." Doom looked down while smiling.

"Good..." Doom bowed walking down the minimal-lit hallway.

The man walking alone started to smile. Send a message to someone. It contained, information on the location of the headquarters and the room where Victor was currently.

Tendered himself on the brick wall of one corner of the hallway. The cigar began to be chewed, a puff of smoke burst from his mouth.

"Master.." one of the headquarters guards lowered his head, saluting.

"We did our plan today. Tell our men to leave. Leave the base empty, with only two guards loyal to Victor alone" he ordered, walking away followed by the guards.

Commands began to be given to the people in charge of making weapons to leave the headquarters. Word-of-mouth verbal command by Doom. It is not an official order.

A man wearing factory clothes clenched his forehead, moving in the opposite direction to those who were leaving. Two professional bodyguards were also wearing similar uniforms.

"Sir, we're here to pick up Steven. If there's nothing better not get involved any further." the words of one of his guards on Kenzo.

"We're here so I want to meet Victor Hudson in person" he said, still searching the room where Victor Hudson was.

***

While in the other hallway, the gunmen from the Dragon group had already started to browse through the passageway. To kill Victor Hudson, and blow up one of Dark Wild's bases.

Dor.dor...

The sound of gunfire was heard, the two bodyguards in front of Victor's room looked overwhelmed. Eventually he died with a dozen gunshot wounds.

Victor started to rise from his bed. Setting up his weapon, pointing right at the door that looks about to be broken.

His heart was beating fast, he knew this was truly an unfortunate situation.

Brakes...

The door of his room was broken, he hid using a closet as his shield.

Dor..dor.dor.

It managed to kill a few people, but their numbers were too many. There were only three bullets he had.

Dor...

Victor's wrist holding the gun was shot. Along with the arrival of a person, a person who was loyal to the Dragon group. The higher-ups are directly below the Dragon group.

"Wah.wah." the middle-aged man smiled, clapped his hands, looking at Victor who was holding a wound on his wrist.

"I'm sorry, but your arrogance just got here" he said grabbing a baseball bat.

Bugs...

Victor's head was hit until it was spitting fresh blood. The man simply held his head, trying to fight back with eyes that started to twitch.

"I deliberately didn't kill you with a single hit, it was nice to have you die tormented slowly" he said, avoiding the attack that was about to hit Viktor.

"I won't die." murmured Victor, hitting in the wrong direction.

Bugs...

Victor's back was hit again with a baseball bat, until it collapsed unable to get up, but still unconscious.

Unaware of the smoke bombs spreading, followed by the screams of some people out there.

"Who!?" the sounds snapped from the person who beat up Victor, the high-ranking Dragon group that attacked the Dark Wild.

The body of the man carrying the baseball bat was suddenly a body, someone carrying a syringe. Injecting drugs in the area behind his neck.

Victor tried to focus his eyes, a man standing there amid the effects of a smoke bomb that disappeared in the uniform of the men in charge of making weapons in his factory. Someone who smiled at him, "Are you Victor Hudson?"

Kenzo's face smiled, finding the person he might be looking for.

Seriate