Find Me in 1000 Years

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"Dad knows, that's why dad came. I'm coming to get you, Kenzie."

The young man looked up at the bule man who was smiling back at him. "Dad wasn't mad at me, was he?" tanyanya.

"No. I understand your situation, so I'm coming to pick you up."

Ken immediately stood up and hugged the man's neck. "Dad I miss you." He hugged her tightly.

As I thought, Kenzie. You haven't changed. You still believe me. It's more important than anything.

The young man took off a hug. "Dad, why are you so angry?"

"Who's saying daddy's angry. I was just looking for you but they wouldn't let me. It's natural, isn't it?" jack said with a big smile. He tried to make the young man not stressed to see the situation. "Come, we're home." He pulled Ken's arm.

"But, Dad. I definitely wouldn't allow it."

The man kept Ken with him. "Who said? He doesn't really care about you."

They then passed the party.

"Jack, you can't take Kenzie. You're not his family!" shout Chihiyo.

When the man turned his head, the woman hid behind the back of her husband.

"We didn't have a chance and the deal was done after you asked me to 'DUMP' KENZIE?!" said the man firmly to Chihiyo.

The woman glanced anxiously at Ken who looked puzzled. Erick's first wife carved a cynical smile on her lips upon seeing this scene.

"But you have nothing to do with her, Jack!" yell Erick again.

The mafia leader smiled slanted. "Then, what's the difference?"

"Chihihyo has the right to determine what is best for his son."

"Kenzie is over 18. He has the right to choose what he wants to do. She wants to be with me, what do you want?" challenge the mafia to the middle-aged man.

"You haven't asked him, have you?"

He turned to Ken.

"Kenzie, who do you want to live with?" erick asked Ken while catching the young man's eyes confused by the choice he was thrust into.

The young man replied, he saw the movement of someone hiding from a crowd and he saw the man holding a dagger. The dagger was quickly thrown towards Jack.

Instantly Ken stepped forward and became a shield for the man. "Aghhh!" The dagger was stuck in his shoulder.

"Kenzie!" yell thirdly.

"He chose me!" shouted the mafia head. He took the gun from behind his waist and thrust it into the crowd where the knife-sender was hiding.

The crowd itself pulled over leaving the man who had dared to throw the knife alone there. There was a small eruption that was not too audible because it used a silencer and immediately the man collapsed.

"Please take my son, hurry!" his orders to his men.

Ken was then taken by 2 men of stout stature into the house. Jack, while following them, pointed a gun at everyone present at the party.

"If you keep going, you'll be hunted!" yelled Erick growled. He feels the attack of one of his bodyguards has made Ken's choice ambiguous. After all, Ken is still under 21 years of age where his mother also has the right to demand justice for his upbringing. He would do things in order to get the young man back.

In the car, the man looked at the weakly leaning Ken with the dagger still stuck on his shoulder. He opened his shirt, then pulled out the dagger on the young man's shoulder, slowly.

"Agh, Dad ...." Ken squinted his eyes in pain.

"Hold ya?" The man then covered the wound with a fold of a shirt so that not much blood came out. "Hurry to find the nearest clinic for treatment!" he told his men who were driving.

"Good, Boss."

"No need, Father," he said slowly while holding back the pain in the shoulder. His body was weak without power.

"No need, how? It's a serious wound, Kenzie!Must be treated immediately."

Hah, why do I reflexively help her by making my body shield anyway? 'And I can tell the dagger not to hit anyone. Why am I so stupid today, ah!

Ken looked at Jack who was so worried about him. Even if it was a wound like this, I could heal myself in an instant but if I had a long time with it, it would be difficult for me. Ah, why am I so stupid today to let myself get hurt.

The car pulled over at a clinic on the side of the road. So was the car of the man's men. Ken was then taken to a practice room and then examined.

"Agh ...." The young man still felt a pain.

"It looks like it has to be stitched up a little bit" a nurse told Jack.

"Mk."

Whoa, doth. I don't want to be stitched. It would even damage my body, how is this? Ken's panicking. As Jack and the nurse looked the other way, he immediately went down but he did not see any transverse wires.

He tripped and reflexed to protect his shoulder, but still hurt when he fell because his hand pressed the wound. "Aghhh!" He closed his eyes. But slowly the pain disappeared, alternating with heat. His body was hot and he was almost dehydrated. He thought that he must have moved dimensions again.

Justright. When he woke up, he was standing on the sand. His shoulder was unharmed but the air was scorching as he was now in an open space. During the day when the air is hot. He was sweating and could not look at the sun so the shine was shining at that time.

But he's not alone. He was with several other men in a hole in the desert. In the sand? Where is it really? What was I thinking when I moved earlier, ah ....

There was the sound of people speaking in Arabic and Ken understood.

"Eh, sorry. What are we waiting for?" ken asked the mostly black people. "Waiting for someone to help us?" It feels like the sentence is stale because if you want to try, ride the shoulders of his friends they can come out.

"Of course wait for someone to need us. We're slaves. The guy on top sold us" said a very young black man.

"What's? A slave? We?" Ken pointed at himself.

"Don't because you're white and then you think you're better than us, because if you're a slave, it's the same with us. Yeah, aren't you guys?" ask him about another man.

Of course his friends laughed.

So I'm a slave. The slaves that were sold? Ken wiped his sweat.

There were footsteps of horses walking towards the place. People started to sharpen their ears and hoped that someone would buy them. They stand ready.

Suddenly a travelling party approached the place, talking to a slave seller. Then one of them tried to get close to the hole. It looked down. The man is Asian in Mongolian clothes.

Some slaves whispered to each other but Ken gawked. Of course, because he knew the man very well but he didn't know what to do. Know him, or pretend not to know?

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