Find Me in 1000 Years

The Uncomfortable Breakfast

Ken looked at each other again with the Gojo cat. As soon as he remembered the Head Mother's message, he should not come out no matter what, but hear someone screaming in the neighborhood, wouldn't he at least want to know, or come to help? If you can help ....

"I'll try to look out" said the Japanese man when nothing was heard after that.

"No, let me. You are too slow because you have to go through the door. I can go right out the window" said Gojo, who jumped down. "Come, get me out the window."

Ken opened the window and took the cat out of there. He closed the window and waited. Ten minutes later the cat returned. The man opened the window and took her in.

"Huh, it's cold" said the cat a little cold.

"Mk." The man closed the window so it wouldn't get cold. "For a long time, didn't you see anything?"

"No."

Ken saw a bloodstain on the cat's hand. "This what?"

"Oh, but there are blood stains everywhere. I've been trying to find but I haven't found anyone outside. Both in front and in the back garden."

"Mmhmd. Maybe that guy got hurt by something but can still get out of here."

"Maybe."

"Well, clean up this stain first." The man took the cat to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, the two lay on the bed. Both are blind they still do not want to be closed.

"That means tomorrow morning you have to kill that guy?" asked the cat while looking towards the man beside her.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Who?"

"Lucille."

Gojo laughed immediately. "Then, good dong!" The cat sat down out of curiosity.

"No," replied the man flatly.

"Lho, why? You're so sorry for him, aren't you? Isn't it good?"

Ken who folded his hands behind his head turned to the cat and then looked back at the ceiling. "I've seen death many times. Who was killed or who was accidentally killed but .. I am not a killing machine. Otherwise I wouldn't have wanted to kill people even if I didn't like them."

"Then, what about Mira?"

The man sighed softly. "That's what I think."

The two remained silent for a long time.

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That morning, Ken didn't seem excited about work. It's nothing, he's still thinking about the envelope he received last night. The people in the kitchen could see, the man looked down a lot and was moody.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" Danzo nudged his elbow.

"Eh, it's okay" said the Japanese man.

"It's okay how? Everyone can see, you're moody all the time."

Ken raised his face and looked around. Most of the people working in the kitchen were glancing at him while working. "It's okay, sorry." Ken tried to busy himself with work so as not to look moody.

While taking care of breakfast, he also looked confused. He was worried, not knowing when he should do it. Why would the organization want Lucille dead? What's the matter with this woman?

"Ken, shhh ...." The goras whispered a little loudly.

"You're called that" whispered the slightly stocky man to Ken.

Ken stared ahead as the red-haired woman looked at him in surprise. "Oh, sorry. Miss want what?"

"I'm asking for my juice plus."

"Oh, fine, Miss."

"I also asked for my juice to be added" said Ivan.

"Oh, okay." Ken took out a container of juice made of glass and would pour it on Lucille's glass but then Ivan called out to her.

"I was, Ken. I'm male. I have to come first" the Russian said.

Lucille looked at Ivan with a frown.

Ken had no choice but to follow Ivan. He poured the juice on the young man's glass and then the woman's glass.

The competition does not stop. Lucille started with the others. "Ken, please change my dirty napkin." He gave me the napkin that was on his lap.

"Oh, one second, Miss."

"Oh, my napkin is dirty too, Ken," said Ivan.

The Japanese man, though confused, was forced to put Ivan first. The dark brown haired man smiled triumphantly. Again the woman pouted.

"Add the cream soup," Ivan ordered Ken to make Lucille hotter.

"I also added the soup" the red-haired woman parroted her brother's words.

"Mmh, but that's enough? Just give the cream soup to Lucille. I'm full" said the Russian with a smile.

It turns out Lucille had colonized her own brother. He could not refuse because he asked. It was a shame to refuse which meant he lost to Ivan. The woman scowled, annoyed. But he was full.

Goras and Danzo held back laughter, but in the other corner of the dining table, there was a fight without speaking. Master and Madam. They did not dare to talk because there was a mother and father of the big lady there, but still the two elders were suspicious because there was usually a conversation between the two. The two occasionally glanced at his son and daughter-in-law.

Of course long ago Edmon sultry. He pulled away faster when his breakfast was not finished. He put the napkin in his lap on the table, then left it. "Ken, come with me" he said without looking.

"Eh, me?" Ken was surprised and rushed after him.

Everyone looked towards the two of them. Of course, because the man was acting out of the ordinary and he was also inviting new people along. Ken followed the man up the stairs to the man's room. Edmon walked in and sat down on the chair facing the table while Ken who followed, just stood still beside the middle-aged man. He glanced at the door. "Ken, please close the door."

"Oh, sorry." So confused the Japanese man was invited there, he forgot to close the door. Long Edmon was silent making him open his voice. "Sorry, sir, how can I help you?"

The black-haired bule man regained his senses from his daydream. "Eh, please trim my bed."

Ken then tidied up the man's messy bed. Then when he tried to open the curtains, the man squinted his eyes and cried out in pain as the sunlight touched his facial skin. "Aghh, Ken! The curtains!" The man dodged to the side.

"Oh, sorry, sorry." The Japanese man immediately closed the curtain back. "Sorry, Sir." He nodded with a little nervous. "I thought you needed some sunshine, so I opened it."

"My skin doesn't hold the sun so I always travel at night" the pale-faced man's light touched his poignant face.

Ken quickly stepped forward to the man while bowing. "Do I get you something, medicine or cold water maybe to compress it?" he said he sought forgiveness by fixing things.

"Not to." The middle-aged man no longer touched his face. He looked at Ken and thought for a moment. "I'm actually still hungry. Can you bring me the same meal I ate? I'm thinking a lot. When I think a lot, I usually eat a lot."

Ken looked at the thin, athletic man who was no longer young. It was impossible for such a straight man to eat much, but he was indeed not in a position to comment so Edmon's request was taken with pleasure as long as the man was not angry with him. "Good, Sir."

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