Dragon's Butterfly (Hiatus)

Pawn 031

Park Sandara

"But what exactly are you gonna look for, noona?" Sanghyun asked me the moment he was sitting in front of my computer. "This isn't some ordinary home work, I gather."

"It's kind of complicated . . . aish, why am I even dragging you to this," I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand.

He rolled his eyes as he fired up the machine. "Noona, we're family, for starters. Besides, this . . . thing about our father is kinda interesting, I have to admit. Remember, I haven't even met him in the flesh," his voice saddened at the last sentence.

I sighed. Omma was pregnant with him when he suddenly left; Sanghyun only saw him in pictures. "But Sanghyun," I said, "I'd told you that, well . . . he's involved in gangster stuff. It's dangerous!"

"Well, noona, good news—do try to remember that Busan is simply overflowing with those bad guys. It's almost a common thing for high school students to be a part of a street gang, actually," he said matter-of-factly.

"What?!"

"No worries, noona, I don't plan on being one," Sanghyun told me, grinning as he turned to look at me. "Even if some funky gangster blood runs on us, I really don't think of being one. I think it's enough if you know self-defense stuff. Weird, but I learned it easily in school. Did you also experience it, noona—I mean that strong impulse or whatever to fight back?"

My mind flashed back the memory of flipping Daesung hard to the ground, and I shuddered. "Well, yeah. It's freaky, I have to admit."

He smiled then turned his attention back to the computer. "Okay, as you were saying, you needed me to find a treasure. What is it, exactly?"

"Underground stuff," I said in a low tone.

"Which area, exactly?" he asked in a level tone.

"Big-time black corporations," I replied.

"Hmm, from what I'd heard before, big-time businesses are hard to find over the underground net. But let's see," he muttered distractedly as he started to work, his fingers typing codes I can't understand.

"How do you know stuff like this, Sanghyun?" I asked, the thought of him knowing how to manipulate things like these striking my head.

"If some of your friends are either stupid or babbly enough to tell you stuffs like this, you'd really know a thing or two," he said. "Anyway, like what I've told you earlier, it's almost a fad for male highschoolers to know something about gang stuff. It won't be that surprising if one of those gangsters slips a word or two—which is deadly, I hear."

"I heard something about that before," I muttered.

"Wait, noona, how about you? How did you know about this? Does Seoul have a share of its gangs?"

I sighed deeply. "There's . . . there's a strong gang in YGU. The most powerful gang in Asia, actually."

"Whoa . . . ." he muttered. "Guess they'd be really scary."

"They are," I said, remembering BIGBANG's stony looks.

"Guess I got one," Sanghyun said all of a sudden. "Let's check this out."

It was a whopping corporation, sure, but it really didn't look like it belonged to our father. The emblem just looked familiar though.

"I think that isn't it," I told him quietly. "Though from what Omma said, Appa sells ammunition too."

"Then let's filter everything," he said gamely, and I figured he was kinda hyped at this one.

So far, for almost three hours, we'd found tens of underground corporations that focuses on ammunition, but we couldn't find the one my father owns.

"What if he re-labeled that or something?" Sanghyun said, stretching his arms. "Remember, he did something to keep everything away from the government."

"You're right," I sighed. "But I need evidences . . ."

"Evidences?" he repeated, startled.

I whispered something in his ear, my explanation why I needed them. He gasped, shocked, as he stared at me with wide eyes.

"Noona! Are you crazy?! A-are you s-sure?" he stuttered, his face slowly paling.

I nodded. "That's why I need them, Sanghyun. If it's the only way so they might stay away . . . or maybe the only way to understand why . . . I'll have to have them fast. I don't know beans about computer stuff, that's why I asked you. Why would I even keep CL away from us?"

Sanghyun stared at me, consternation clear in his face. I cupped his face with my hands and looked intently at him.

"Sanghyun, I think the reason why Appa kept this from us was to keep us safe as much as possible; he knew that sooner or later we'd be in danger. Now, it's up to us on how would we use his fortune—either this would be our means to safety or our own death. I intend to keep this fortune; I don't want any evil men having it for their own sake. Please, Sanghyun, I need them."

Sanghyun looked at me for another moment and then nodded. "If this also helps us to know more about Appa," he muttered fiercely as he started to work again, "I guess I have to do this."

[A/N: Hello everyone~! Seems to me it only took two weeks before I updated again with two chapters. I wonder if I'll update another one . . . should I? 

Noticed that I'd been very talkative these days? Kkkk I might reveal something. I just don't like leaving a series of updates then I won't say anything. You know, communication . . .

Anybody wondering now what Dara whispered to him?

PS. If G-Dragon's presence in that Chanel event won't kill me, I guess Accountancy will T^T]