D.I.V.E. University.

The Treasure: Corazón y Sangre

They're back to the small beach, hidden between rocks, where they hid after they fetched the key from the sea yesterday. Sergio couldn't believe it was just yesterday. This time, Raúl, Iker, and David were with them though.

Apparently, it's not just the five of them there this time. The woman he saw David pinned down earlier was there as if waiting for them. "David," she called. Or maybe just for David. "Hand me the ball."

"What ball?" David clarified.

"That ball," she glanced at Blau who now was swirling around Sergio's feet as if trying to hide himself.

"You like that ball too?" David knew there was something about the ball. He wouldn't admit it, but he started to feel kind of protective of the ball. If Victoria almost killed Sergio back at the theatre God knew what she would do to the ball.

"That ball has the key to what we're looking for, David," she explained.

Iker stepped forward, "What are you looking for exactly?" Iker asked her then turned to David, "David?" Iker didn't even bother to ask who she was anymore.

"You haven't told him, David?" she started using Iker's suspicion against David. "What we're looking for is exactly what you're looking for," she said to Iker. "Your cover can stop here, David. Now, the ball," she handed out her hand.

"What cover?" Iker, Raúl, Sergio, and Gerard asked simultaneously. But Iker was the one who put his face up close to David's and gritted his teeth, "Who are you, David?"

When David was trying to answer, Victoria had made her way to the ball, but Raúl stopped her from getting it by playing it between his feet. He passed it to Sergio and the two of them playing the ball just so she couldn't get it.

Gerard was about to join Raúl and Sergio when suddenly someone grabbed his wrist and jerked him backward. His mouth was covered with a hand. He couldn't see his attacker, but he had a feeling who it was. Gerard felt his back hit one of the rock and that's when he saw Zlatan, hands still gripping him and covering his mouth. Zlatan turned him around to face the rock and pinned him there, forcing his hand to lay on a particular spot on the rock, "If only it was a fingerprint I would have cut your hand, Gerard," he gritted. "Lucky for you, this is a vein matching. Lucky for you I've taken out your other enemies."

The rock slid opened, Gerard wasn't expecting that. The one in the sea was a small one, this is one giant rock in front of him. It opened and revealed—well it was sort of disappointing for Gerard—a briefcase. "Your hand," Zlatan forced his hand to place it on the briefcase, Gerard really tried to resist, but Zlatan was stronger and almost breaking his wrist. The briefcase lighted up, the vein matching worked, but the briefcase wouldn't open when Zlatan tried to open it. "What's the number?" he noticed the lock.

"I don't know." Gerard told him honestly. Zlatan did the twist of his wrist until Gerard squealed, "I swear I have no idea! Try my birthday or something!"

"What's your birthday?"

Gerard looked to see if Zlatan was joking, he wasn't, "That hurts."

"What? That I don't remember your birthday?"

Gerard pouted, "Everyone should remember my birthday."

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Iker and David had been quarrelling all the way to the coast and the sea. Rolling and pinning each other down. Iker pinned David down, letting the wave splashed the man beneath him, "You're a spy?!"

"You're a professional criminal!" David accused, but saying it let the salty sea water got into his mouth. He spat it on Iker's face.

Iker just shook his face, but his grip on David's shoulder wasn't losing, "Undergraduate student," Iker corrected him. "I'm still learning." Iker knew he should be hating David right now, all his suspicion had been revealed to be true. He had been risking his friends' lives when he ignored his suspicions of David, at the museum, at the payphone, or even earlier. But with David lying beneath him, all soaked with water, his white shirt became transparent, pressing tight against his body, it's just impossible to hate you. Iker was delirious, "You're my perfect crime."