Toxic || SakuAtsu

10.

"It's the millionth time you've asked me this Sakusa-san, and my answer is still the same; I can't track him unless he has something that can be used to track."

But the dyed blond male's voice was barely piercing though Sakusa's jumbled thoughts; Kozume elaborated.

"If he hadn't had his earring removed then I could've tracked it's chip through our satellite, but we already saw where that led us to; an abandoned alley miles away."

Sakusa was stressed beyond comprehension. It had been two days since Astumu's disappearance.

Two days since he slept.

Two days since he ate.

Two days since he'd seen Atsumu.

And it was driving him insane. He looked at Kozume, who still had his sleep-deprived eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him, typing away and connecting the invisible dots that presented themselves tauntingly, doing his best to determine the blonde's location.

The black-haired male looked about and saw Akaashi sitting by Koutarou, talking quietly, he debated whether or not to talk to him but he already knew the answer.

The events of what happened in that wretched club two days ago.

They had split up.... Akaashi was by the bar and Atsumu had strayed to the back.... When Akaashi came back Astumu was nowhere to be found.

It was the same string of terrifying events.

Sakusa's heart thumped painfully in his chest, the feeling of dread looming up on him, his palms turned clammy and he couldn't find enough air.

He finally resorted to his final option; one he wasn't even fully sure would work.

"Kozume...?"

"Yes?"

"Can you track, um..." He swallowed, unable to phrase his question, "A GNSS fiddled piece of metal without a registered ID and base connection?"

He bit his lip as everyone in the room looked at him; even injured Tooru, who was leaning against Iwaizumi peeked up curiously; Tooru's wounds were not fatal enough so he insisted on walking the second day, despite having lost way too much blood.

"What do you mean?" Kozume asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Say, um.. You have a certain ornament and uh, it was.... I don't know-"

"Sakusa-san," Kuroo spoke from Kozume's side, "I'm sorry to sound pushy but we really don't have the time." In the other dark-haired agent's voice was an impatient urgency; a quiet desperation.

A flash of fury went in Sakusa, pissed that the rooster-head was carrying the authoritative figure head instead of the curly-haired male himself. He sighed.

"Atsumu has a ring which had a GPS tracking chip in it; a silver ring," he said, "It was mine but-"

"Why didn't you mention this sooner?"

"Well, I-"

"I can try doing it." Kozume spoke up, suddenly keen on the new motif placed in front of him.

Really, Sakusa thought, he really did have to establish his commanding position in the faction, the interruptions were pushing him too far to his edge.

Unconsciously, he rubbed his indented ring finger on his right hand, where once his silver ring circled - something had happened over the past few years and the ring had been passed onto Astumu, although sometimes he'd rather go round saying that the blond had stolen it from him.