Untold Secrets [SakuAtsu]

Concupiscence

7:14 AM February 5 Wakagawa Power Plant

"Give me the drugs and let me have Sakusa's toy for tonight."

"You're willing to pay money in exchange of that trash?" The old man said as he takes a sip of his wine.

Oiwake stood up from his seat and ordered his men to get the suitcases with the money and the $100,000 check from Futakuchi.

"I don't mind though." He walked towards Atsumu, who seems dillusional, his heartbeat racing, blood pressure and pulse soaring.

"He's now on the rush state and I wonder how he'll be when he's high." Futakuchi lighted up his cigarette and ordered his men to take the suitcases with drugs.

Oiwake kneeled down in front of Atsumu and pulled his hair hard backwards. "Kiyoomi, you thought I wouldn't know this shit, aren't you?" Oiwake said, close to Atsumu's right ear where he placed the hidden ear piece that Sakusa gave him.

 "Hmm... so he was listening the whole time." Futakuchi said as he blew the smoke out from his mouth. He dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, grinding and stubbing out the smoke off.

"Let's see. If he's in Shibuya and he's going to Tokyo Narita Airport, it will consume him an hour car travel. A flight from there to Incheon Airport would be approximately two hours and a half to three hours. And a car travel from Incheon to Seoul takes up half an hour." Futakuchi thought, calculating mentally about time and travel distances.

Futakuchi kneeled in front of Atsumu and grabbed the ear piece off of him, placing his mouth near, he then said, "Sakusa, you can hear me, right?" 

A faint voice saying, 'Yes' from the ear piece came out. 

"I will be waiting for you at my mansion in Gangnam and I'm giving you five hours to get there." He then looked at Oiwake's direction. "Borrowing the private plane is prohibited, okay?"

"Then, should we also prohibit him from using the cars in the mansion?" Oiwake grinned.

Futakuchi chuckled. "That would be a great idea, Oiwake-san. Then please contact everyone in the Sakusa Mansion to not let him use any of the transportation vehicles that the family owns and let him commute all the way to my place."

"I will order them to do it so no worries." The old man stood up. "I'm leaving that trash in your care, Kenji." Oiwake walked out along with his men but stopped right before the exit.

"I almost forgot. Sakusa's father already knew about him and he wants him alive so don't go overboard, okay?" Oiwake said, pointing at Atsumu.

Futakuchi glanced back at Atsumu, who's panting heavily and his heart beating erratically. 

"I don't know about that." He said, licking his lips as he stare at Atsumu' sweat trickling down his neck. 

7:57 AM February 5 Division of Intelligence Agency

"Good Morning!" Bobata greeted as he close the door behind him.

"You're almost late on our second day of work in here." Takeharu said who's organizing folders and documents which piled up on his desk.

"Not as late as Terushima. Where is he now?" Bobata asked, placing his coat on his chair.

"For the first time in his life, he's not late coming to work. He's currently in the rooftop right now, thinking."

"Oh... so he's finding this case interesting, huh?"

A bang from the door was heard and a guy with undercut with spiky blond hair and a tiny tuft of hair falling on his forehead came in.