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Title: Iliada
Author:su_ede
Length: About 6168 words
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun x OC
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: AU - Action - Police
Disclaimer: I don't own Arashi...or maybe I do, who knows?
Summary: Sonoda Miyako works as a secreta agent at Japans National Security Agency. After a hard mission his boss want her to work in a new case. The man? Matsumoto Jun, a guy that for the police is like a ghost. They need her to capture him.
A/N: This one is quite an ambitious story. Is inspired by the MILLENNIUM thrilogy writen by Stieg Larsson and I took the freedom to make some tiny referenses. Hope you ejoy it. And my dear readers. I use google analitycs, I know you guys are there, so please give me some feedback. A happy face or a sad face is enough.
Iliada
There are many stories about the fearsome female warriors from the ancient Greece: stories about woman that, since they were little girls, were trained in the art of war and the handling of weapons, as well as trained to support all kinds of physical sufferings. These stories contain passages that give us hints about how they defeated regiments of man in the battlefield.
From December 16th to December 20th
December 16th to December 17th
Inside the room, Miyako was accompanied by three more girl. One from Russia and two from Czechoslovakia. None of them looked older than 16 years old. Probably outside there was 3°C, but inside and sitting in the floor it felt like minus 3°C. It was her third day in Russia, and as soon as the airplane landed, everything felt as hell.
And she was ready for hell.
Sadly, the three girls in front of her weren’t. It was obvious that their young bodies went through some abuse already. Their ankles and wrists were bruised and their mouths had traces of blood in the corners. “Did you guys eat something?” She asked in a perfect English. Just one of them answered no. Miyako got up and rummaged inside one of her boots and found what she was looking for. Three cereal bars. “They taste bad, but they had a bunch of protein, minerals and all that crap, it will make you feel better” Each of them grabbed one of the bars, nodding with gratitude.
She came back to her position and rested her head against the wall. She had to wait until midnight to make a move. At that time, Zala, the big blond guy that received her when she arrived was supposed to ‘take a ride on her’ and try on ‘that soft Japanese meat’.
She felt bad for the girls in front of her, they would be taken soon. She had a plan, but she wouldn’t be able to help them sooner than that.
This was the last day of a two years mission. MC Svavelsjo was the biggest trafficking mafia in Eastern Europe. And they spread around the world like a plague. What started as a denounce of a missing person in the suburbs of Tokyo end up in a 50 persons secret mission of the Switzerland and Japanese government to dismantle the Svavelsjo group. Miyako was the undercover agent of the circus. She got in to the group as a prostitute. As one of the young girls brought from Japan to be sell in the black market as ‘tender meat’ as they call girls under 18. She was already passed 18, but her body constitution always made her look younger. Illegally younger.
It was probably around 10 when they came to take one of the girls, she struggle a bit, but was quickly calmed down with a slap. The guy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her outside the room. Immediately the other two girls started shaking and crying, scared, but already rendered. Miyako rearrange herself, and wait for her turn.
“Its 11:30, if you can hear me, cough twice” Miyako did as told. Ohno’s voice sounded low, but clear. Apparently, the small communicating device hidden in her hear was working. “We are already located in our positions, the map you gave us was pretty close to the actual deal, at 12 o’clock we will knock down the glass in the ceiling and came in, try to be save until that happens, I’ll cut communications for now…and Sonoda, good luck” Miyako smiled at no one and wished for the same.
She kept looking at the two remaining girls in front of her. She wanted to calm them down, but she knew no words were good enough. In one year as an undercover, she saw hell in the eyes of all those young girls. She went through hell too, but she was ready for it, she knew how to deal with it. They didn’t. They were just girls. Scared girls.
She was rather grateful when Zala appeared in the door. Looking at her with dark eyes, licking his lips. At least those two girls will be free soon. “How’s my china girl? Ready for some Russian beef?” Miyako kept quite, hiding her face under her hair. The guy grabbed her by the arm, standing her up, and grabbed one of her hands looking at her long pink nails. He licked one her fingers, sucking it and biting the tip. She felt like hitting the guy down his throat, but she had to stay calm. “People say you did a good job at Japan and then at Russia, so let’s see how you do here” He sucked at her fingers for a last time and then grabbed a strong hold in her hair “Come with me slut!”. She followed him, faking some resistance, and heard how the door was shut behind her.
Zala walked along a dark alley, she couldn’t see a thing, and felt insecure about the future of her operation. But they reached the room he was looking for and felt relived when a strong beam passed though the open door. He pushed her inside the room and took his time to close the door. Miyako looked around her and the content of the room made her feel sick. A wooden bed, an X frame, handcuffs, ropes and several kinds of whips and paddles. “These are just the soft things, just to train you, later I’ll show you the good stuff, now let’s get you naked” He grabbed her by the neck and tossed her on top of the wooden bed. She hit her head in the landing and the squeal she made make Zala laugh. She was getting more and more grossed out. “Sonoda, 10 seconds” She sat on top of the bed, holding herself in her hands “9…8…7…6…5…4” Zala was tacking off his shirt and caressing her face in the process “ 3…2…1”
And chaos reigned.
The two short range bombs in the two main doors exploded and quickly the SWAT team invaded the hall of the abandoned hospital that worked as brothel. Zala looked at the door, not knowing what was going on. Screams and shooting noises started to fill the air. He looked at Miyako and fear got in to his bones when he saw her broken smile, appearing under the hair that was covering her face “I though I will have to fight bare handed, but since mister Zala is a fucking sadist, now I have a weapon” It was faster than his ability to react. One of the paddles that was hanging on the wall hit him on his left temple. Miyako knew that the hit wasn’t enough to knock down a man like him, but at least it gave her time to move from there. “You fucking bitch!” He dash in her direction, with his fist high up, gaining some momentum. The fist landed in the wall and he saw how Miyako moved under his legs, grabbing one of the steal chairs and swaging it towards him, hitting him in the back of his head. “Sonoda?, We are in, where are you?”
“Last room to the left!, Hurry up” Zala couldn’t understand to who she was talking to, and the pain on his back didn’t let him think straight. Miyako had to move. She grabbed one of the thickest robes in the wall and positioned behind Zala, passing it around his neck. She was able to grab a strong hold. He kept cursing in Russian, she could understand only half of it. He kept struggling, making it hard for Miyako to keep a strong hold. He was too big and too strong for her small frame.
Suddenly things look dark for Miyako.
Zala had a gun in his hand. Inside his boots, she though, feeling stupid. He threw an accurate blow on her head, hitting her with the barrel of the gun. She landed in the floor, feeling dizzy. “Here you have bitch!” She couldn’t feel the bullet passing across her thigh, but the smell of gunpowder sting her nose. “Sonoda, was that you?”
“Hurry up Ohno!, I got shot!” She heard Ohno cursing, and a second after someone was trying to open the door “Ohno! Is closed, use the bomb!” Zala looked at the door and then at her, then back to the door “Sonoda, move away”
“Doesn’t fucking matter, just blow the door!” Ohno obeyed, she was the one in charge anyway. Zala couldn’t understand what they were talking about, damn Japanese. “You better lay down Zala” Miyako told him with mange in her voice. But it was too late. She was fast enough to turn herself in to a ball, covering her hears and hiding her head from the fragments of the explosion. Maybe a minute passed, when the dust started to dissipate and Ohno came to her rescue.
Miyako looked like another person, he hasn’t seen her in maybe six months, and she already looked this bad. He suddenly felt enraged towards those sadist pigs. “Pick me up, we have to clean this mess” Ohno helped her get on her feat. She looked around and found Zala in the floor, with a big bleeding wound in the side of his head, not very conscious “I got you pig, you and your band of rapist can start to think about fucking each other at jail”
He could clearly hear what she said, and cursed the day he decided to bring her from Japan.
December 17 Th
Ninomiya had gathered all Jun’s potential business partners in the big dinning room at Jun’s favorite restaurant. It wasn’t that hard. To the call of easy money all the easy people come.
It was a top secret reunion. All the attendees agreed with it. If someone knew where they were now, it would be a tragedy, to say the least.
Twelve people gathered, nine old collaborators and three new ones. Jun was excited. With a bit of luck, this could save his business. Or make it grow. “My dear friends, welcome to my house” There was a collective greeting, and Jun sat in front of his guests, adopting a solemn aptitude. Everyone went silence so Jun could start talking. “We are all very busy, so I’ll give a brief but clear explanation of what I need and what you people can win. Last month, a new bill was send by the prime minister to the congress. Legalization of Marihuana. And not just that. The bill says that the state will sell it, ergo, all the money will go to the government. Now, I don’t know If I’m too naïve, but isn’t it that very bad for us, businessman. The president is going to take away our job!...No way!, so this is what I need. That law can not be approve. Period. I don’t think I need to explain myself”
“But there’s 26 more of us at congress, of course we are going to say no to that bill, but what can we do with the rest?”
“Use you best words, your best smile and convince the people from your party. Of course I’ll do my part, I have people in a lot of places, but I need help” The reunion finished fast. All of them promised do whatever was in their hands. Jun gave them a week.
December 17 to December 18
The effect of the pain killers started to fade out. Miyako’s eyes opened slowly, getting used to the sunlight that came from outside. It took her a couple of seconds to realize where she was.
She hated hospitals. The smell was unbearable, too clean, too warm. She looked at her left arm, growling at the intravenous sticking inside her skin. Her head felt heavy, she tried to move, but it hurt too much. “I see you’re up?” Miyako looked at the door, were a tall blond guy got in. “I’m Mikael Salander, I’m your doctor, tell me, how do you feel?”
”Good enough to leave this place”
“I don’t think so, the wound in your thigh is still healing, thank god it didn’t reached your bones, it did quite a damage, you will need rehab, but your people tell us that they will do that in your country, you got a rib splintered, and some burns in your arms due to the explosion…now, we found some other wounds…and…we took care of some of them…are they related with your undercover work?”
“Yes” She didn’t give him the explanation he was looking for “Well, you took good care of some of them”
“It’s not my first time”
“For me, it was the first time I see those kind of wounds in a female agent” Miyako looked straight at his eyes. She hated to give explanations when she didn’t have too, but it was easier this way. One fast answer was better than been asked ten times the same question. “I was raped, twice, it was that or lost two years of undercover work, it’s not as bad as what happened to all the girls there, so don’t think too much about it, did you make a blood test?”
“Yes”
“Did you find anything? HIV, Gonorrhea, Hepatitis?”
“Nothing” It surprised her how relieved she felt. But she had some questions now. “What happened to the rest?”
”Well most of the guys…” She interrupted him right there “I don’t give a damn about those bastards, I should have killed those sons of bitches, I’m asking about the girls”
“Oh, sure, well…they brought 15 girls, 10 of them are now out of danger, we gave them vitamins, food, and today they came to take their confessions, the other 5 are under intensive care now, due to critical wounds and neurological damage” Although it looked bad, those were good news for Miyako. The girls were out of danger.
Eventually the doctor left, leaving her with a bad taste in the mouth. His questions remind her of what happened those two years in between Russia and Japan. She wouldn’t say this was the hardest mission - her first mission as an agent in north Korea won by far - but the physical abuse was like nothing she had experience before. But she still considered herself lucky. She was abused two times, first by a ‘costumer´ and then by one of her bosses. But she wasn’t selfish enough to feel bad about her situation, she saw some girls drop dead in front of her due to extenuation.
She shook those thoughts away. She was alright right now. And all that hell was in the past. For her and for the victims.
After a really bad hospital lunch, Miyako got the first visit from someone of the team. With a box of pizza and a bottle of Sprite, Ohno and her boss Sakurai-san arrived at her room “Yo Sonoda!, I brought someone” Miyako bowed instinctively at the sight of her boss. “Sonoda, you look great”
“Thanks boss, Ohno-san, Thank you too for saving me”
“Na, it’s nothing, I’m glad we could make it” Ohno arranged the sliding table in front of Miyako and put the box of pizza and a glass in front of her “Doctor says you can eat normal right now… the first time I saw you I couldn’t recognize you, you are so skinny!! Well, you have always been skinny, but muscular you know? Now you were just bones, you need to gain those muscles back, I’ll help you” Miyako patted Ohno’s head and accepted his propose. Ohno Satoshi was one of her closest friends at the agency. Six years ago he recruit her, after he saw her save the life of two of is man in the battlefield. Ohno was one of those hidden surprises. Her first impression of him was negative. He was small and his appearance was too soft. But when the time was right, he transformed. And it always surprised her how serious he was towards his work, despite the fact that sometimes he looked as if he was about to fall asleep.
Sakurai walked to the window and looked outside with a brooding face, the angle of his eyebrows kept getting deeper. “Ohno-san, I need to talk with Sonoda, will you give us a minute?”
“No…sorry boss, but she was my partner in this mission, and I’m worried as you are, she got the worst part of it” Sakurai didn’t answered. He understood that much. Sakurai Sho was known for his fatherly behavior towards his subordinates. It was a double-edged sword, good for the agency, bad for his nerves. Sending Miyako to this mission was something that kept bugging him. He never liked the idea, but she was the only option. And her stupid superwoman complex made her beg him to give her that mission. Now, after read the medical inform, he felt as if someone has done that to her little sister. He kept looking outside the window, with his hands inside his pockets ”I hate this country…is damn cold, and I feel like in every corner someone is been killed in cold blood…or maybe I have watched way too many spy movies”
“No sir, it is like that, at least that’s the only Russia I have seen”
“I’m sorry you have to see it, I’m sorry I send you to this god damned place” Miyako rearrange her position in her bed, grabbing a second slice of pizza “If you’re apologizing for giving me this job, you can stop right there, we planned this attack with Ohno, we rearrange this plot from the beginning, and it worked out just as we imagined, so I was ready for the beatings, the lack of sleep and food…. and the rape, although I will probably need some help getting it over, I have been having dreams…” Ohno patted her arm and sat next to her “Boss, the only thing we could do for Sonoda now is to give her the good news and then take her with us back to Japan” Sho finally looked away from the window, meeting Miyako’s eyes, smiling, for once “The judge that will be held next week with Zala and all the people from the MC Svavelsjo, is a mere formality, they infringed to many human rights this time, no lawyer will save them…and since it was such a multicultural group, each member is judge under the laws of their respective countries, so some of them will be sentenced to death” Those were the words she wanted to hear. Not only the girls were saved, also those sadist bastards were getting what they deserved.
She felt better now.
From January 10th to Match 23th
January 10th - January 11th
She was abruptly awakened by the sound of her cellphone. It was 8 o’clock, and she had to be in the airport in 3 hours. She got up, turned on the television and opened the curtains of her hotel room. Although more than an hotel, it was like a palace. The island of Koh-Kood, in Tailand, was by far the best retreat place she has found in several years. Set amidst a tropical rain forest, Miyako found the place where she could be far away from home, with no communication or whatsoever, but still with the facilities she needed right now. As an expertise masseur, a fully equipped gym, good food and a beautiful waitress who could cover her natural necessities, as breakfast, lunch, dinner and sex. Because after so many bad experiences with guys, her body only could react to the touch of a woman, and Jayne was that woman. A British 20 something girl, that decided to change the cloudy Manchester for a sunny island. And that girl was knocking her door, her breakfast was ready. Miyako put on some clothes and went to open the door. “Good morning!” She pushed the food cart inside her room, with her characteristic smile and her beautiful British accent “Good morning, how was the night shift?”
“Boring, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be here your last night”
“It’s alright, we had a nice time the night before”
“True true, so…are you ready?” She looked around, finding Miyako’s only suitcase next to her nightstand “I’m ready, I will eat this amazing breakfast, take a quick shower and then go downstairs” Jayne looked at her, a bit gloom “Jayne, pretty, don’t be sad”
“Is not sad, is just…I will miss you, single woman’s don’t come often to this place, you know how hard is this for a lesbian?”
“I can imagine, sorry” She shrugged, and patted Miyakos’s shoulder, walking outside the room, closing the door behind her. Miyako did as she said, and in less than an hour, she was returning the key at the reception.
It took her two days to be back in Japan. In between a plane from Koh-Kodd to Bangkok, scales here and there, and the long ride from Narita to her apartment, she was finally at home. Or at least what she called home.
The refrigerator was empty and the place smelled humid. With resignation she took off her clothes, change in to clean sweats, and dropped dead in the couch. It was already midnight, the konbini in front of her apartment was open, but before anything, she needed some sleep.
Jun got up that morning feeling as a kid that didn’t want to go to school. Ninomiya went to his room two times to wake him up. The third he didn’t gave Jun an option, he pulled his boss outside the bed. “Jun, come on, in an hour the guys will be here”. Jun only released a grunt and walked to the shower.
“Boss!” Four guys receive him in the first flour of the old house. Jun nodded at them and sat in the floor, in front of them. He turned on a cigarette, drank from the cup of coffee that was waiting for him, and gave a signal to the guy in front of him. “Boss, we followed Fujiki, and he indeed has been meeting with that freelance journalist that showed the other day here asking to talk with you about drug dealing, we took some pictures, Ninomiya-san has them” Jun looked at Ninomiya and he gave him a nod. The pictures were clear.
Naohito Fujiki was the new governor of Minato city, and also one of Jun’s oldest business associates. Jun saw him as an investing. The man looked like a promise in politics, not because he was a good politician, in fact he was quite bad at it, but he was good with words. With all that sinism he could run that country. Just when Fujiki was in need of money, Jun appeared, with a good deal. He would give him the money he needed. In exchange, Fujiki had to do him some favours. Favours that he would ask in the future. With the time, Fujiki got hooked up by the easy money and Jun’s hypnotizing voice. But now Fujiki had his first child. Now he wanted make things right. Jun could understand that. But Fujiki was an idiot. It would have been easy, Jun thought, ask him for a meeting, and explain him why he wanted to leave Jun’s side. Jun would have wished him luck, and let him run free-
But no.
Fujiki decided to inculpate him. And as soon as someone asked him something about Jun and his business, someone like that freelance journalist, Fujiki opened his mouth “Ok, it’s quite clear now. What can we do?” Jun only asked of politeness. He already knew what he had to do, and he didn’t like it too much. “We could gave him a visit”
“Visit him and his family”
“Sure, but we have to be sure, sure that he will not speak, guys…you know how to shut up someone, just do it beautifully, ok?” The four men gave one single nod at the same time, got up and leaved the house. “He has a son”
“I know Kazunari, but he should have known better, now if you excuse me, I need to go out”
“Where?” Jun didn’t answer and leaved the room. Nino didn’t bother in follow him.
Jun climbed the stairs to the shrine feeling as if the air was going thin. He thought about quitting smoking. Maybe next week.
After two weeks of being locked in his house, it felt nice to feel the cold air in his face, slipping through his scarf. The stairs were still wet due to the heavy rain that fell the night before and some old ladies were caring an umbrella just in case. He will buy one later, he didn’t know when he would be back at home. There was no line in front of the altar, and as always he felt a bit anxious in front of the Haiden (1). He looked at the few people going in and out and slowly walked inside. Jun tossed the coin, put his hands together and prayed, screaming loudly inside his head “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me”. He made a deep bow and walked away. As he steped in to the stairway, a single drop landed in his head. He looked above, frowning at the sky. From one time to the other in turn dark. He hated it, each time his people were commanded to do the job, it rained.
After a quick lunch at some ramen shop, he stopped a taxi. “To Roppongi please”. The driver nodded once and took the main street to the left. Jun didn’t look outside the window, his stare fixed on his hands. After 15 minutes, the driver talked to him “Sir, we are in Roppongi, were exactly you want me to drop you?”
“In the next corner please” The driver nodded again, and stopped once they reached his destination. Jun paid him, telling him that he could keep the change. The streets were already packed with office workers getting ready for a long night of drinking. Jun felt sick. He walked faster.
He knocked at the door twice. “Who is it?”
“Costumer” The door was quickly opened by a middle age woman with a bright smile. Jun smiled back at her “Matsumoto-kun, you are here! So long no see!, What? Are we stressed?”
“Yes”
“Don’t worry, one of my girls will take care of it, who you want?” Jun hated when she talked about her ‘girls’ as if they were flavours of ice cream that you could pick, covered in chocolate and cream. Although he liked that idea. “Is Sara available?”
“She is, you know where you can find her” Jun nodded and excused himself, walking inside the flat. The place didn’t have a name, it didn’t need it either. It was well known between the people that required those kinds of services. Jun found out about it through Ninomiya. Apparently, one of his classmates at university used to work there. The place itself looked like a normal flat from outside, but the neighbourhood said everything. Still, it was a secret place. And Jun liked that.
He reached Sara’s room and knocked at her door. She was a psychology student at Tokyo University. Japanese mother, British father. Smart, funny and sexy. Jun always asked for her services. “I thought I heard your voice Jun-kun”
“Hi” She grabbed his hand and guided him to the bed. Jun sat, closing his eyes and feeling how Sara arranged behind him, caressing his shoulders “Something happened ”
“Yeah…I want the same as always”
“Understood” Sara move some centimetres apart and took off her t-shirt.
The next day Jun woke up feeling sore and still sleepy. Sara was already awake reading a book. “What are you reading?”
“Sartres’s, La Nausée” Jun joined her in bed, resting his chin on his naked shoulder. “Why are you reading something so despairing?”
“You mean realistic?” Jun looked at her frowning, pouting in a rather cute way, at least for Sara “Is it for your classes?”
“Yeah, I’m preparing for a clinical case that I have to defend, so I’m trying to understand my patient” Jun started to dozed off again when Sara interrupted him “Jun, I like you” Before Jun could freak out, Sara explained herself “No, not that kind of like, I like as ‘I admire you’ in a way”
“And why is that?” Jun couldn’t understand why she would admire him. As far as she knew, Jun was a drug dealer with a lot of money and status “Well, first, you don’t stick to the routine that is killing us, you don’t try to demonstrate your existence by appearances, looking for superiority or heroic acts. On the other side, you allow existence to invade you sharply, it weights in your heart as a beast…without that…there’s nothing left inside us” Jun heard Sara’s words as nonsense words. He wasn’t anything of that. Sara was saying that he was the kind of man that Sartre approved, that he was the contradiction of the nausea, and that was just nonsense.
He felt like the nausea itself.
Jun tossed the book on the floor and got on top of Sara, looking for that beast that she said he had inside his heart.
January 12th to January 14th
Her plan after arrive home was sleep. Sleep until her body couldn’t stand the pain in her back due to the horizontal position. But a knock at her door interrupted her. She tried to ignore it, it was probably her landlord. She covered her head with a pillow, going back to sleep, but the knocking continue “Miyako-chan, let’s go play!” Miyako’s eyes were wide opened. “Aiba?” She asked to herself. Aiba knocking at her door could mean only one thing.
Work was calling.
“Miyako-chan, let’s go play!” her legs acted without her consent. She walked with short, lazy steps to the door, picking up her underwear from the floor and an oversize t-shirt that could cover her body. “Miyacho-chan, let’s go…”
“I got it, I got it, let’s go play, just please allow me to take a shower”
“That would be nice because you stink” She kicked him in the leg, making him yelp “Oh-chan said you looked bad, but you don’t”
“Well Aiba, I spend some weeks getting back to form, remember me to hit Ohno for saying that” Aiba set his suitcase on top of Miyako’s kitchen counter, under the curious stare of his colleague. From inside his suitcase Aiba took a bottle of coke, a package of chocolate cookies and a bar of chocolate “I thought you would be hungry, now go take that shower, we have to be at the agency at 10”.
Aiba Masaki was Miyako’s senpai. He got in to the agency three years earlier than her. How he got hired was kind of special. After spend five years in America studying IT he got back after being found out hacking the computer of the college director. He wanted to change his English notes in order to safe his scholarship. Miyako always wondered how he could survive 5 years in America with that crappy English of his. Once he was back in Japan, with an unfinished career, he start working as an IT in an important school in the suburbs. Doing his work, which consisted in maintenance, he found out some very suspicious folders in the computer of the headmaster. Curious as he is, he opened them. These folders contained huge amounts of child pornography, and some naked pictures of some students. Without telling the police, Aiba did a perfectly held investigation that lead him to one of the biggest groups of child pornography in Japan. He found himself with a big scoop that was out of his reach, so he contacted the police. By the time Sakurai Sho received the case, the only thing left to do was put those bastards behind the bars. Aiba, in less than a month, put together names, institutions, bank accounts, addresses, telephone numbers and emails, all of them related to the culprits. When asked how he did it, he explained how, with a program created by him, he could get a replica of the computer’s hard disc of each affiliate. That gave him full access to their transactions, their meetings and the names of those who were selling them the images. But despite all the grate work, what Masaki did was illegal. Sakurai gave him a deal, he would keep him away from jail, but in exchange he had to work for him.
Aiba was everything Sakurai Sho needed in his team. Compromised, smart, thorough and hard working. And Miyako was grateful for that. Since her first mission she has work with Aiba, and he had never failed her. More than once, his ability to get in to people’s data systems has saved her life.
Jun looked outside the window. The sun was up already and the people down there was walking from one side to the other. Sara had leaved already, not without giving Jun a last service. He made sure to pay her more than the normal fee. After a short shower, he turned on his phone, finding what he thought he would find.
‘ Boss, work done. No more worries’
Jun closed his phone and smile to himself. It was time to come back to reality.
Miyako walked next to Aiba as they got inside the agency. The few people there welcomed her with wide smiles. Apparently, for what Aiba told her in their way there, everyone read the report from her last mission and now she was a heroine. Some memories from those days threatened with come back. Maybe she would ask for that psychologist that the agency offered her.
When Aiba opened the door of the meeting room she met with some old faces. Sho and Ohno. “We arrived early?” She asked, sitting next to Ohno, hitting him in the ribs “No, in fact you’re late, but let’s start” Sho got up from his seat walking toward the digital board, opening some files. “Oh, just the four of us?”
“Yeah, just the four of us” Miyako looked at Ohno, asking for an explanations. He gave her a signal to wait. Always the meetings were held in front of 10 or 15 persons. From the boss to the director of the SWAT team. Now it was just those three guys and her. Suddenly she felt unsure about being there.
“I know you are wondering what is going on with this meeting, Why so few people and the answer is simple. This mission doesn’t need big weapons or teams, Aiba-kun please” Miyako was a bit lost. Sho was acting somehow vague, and that we are only four thing was somehow fishy.
Aiba got up, excited with the idea of showing his short but fruitful investigation. “For over 3 years, the police has being behind this man” A passport picture appeared in the screen. Damn fine, was the first thing that came to Miyako’s after see the picture, and she was surprised by her own reaction. “Matsumoto Jun, 32 years old, single, no studies. The police have caught him twice but they haven’t been able to put him behind the bars for the simple reason that they have zero proofs. Not a single picture or fingerprint. Nothing”
“So how do they know is him?” Ohno asked the obvious.
“It’s like a well known secret. As soon as the name Matsumoto comes up, everyone goes silence, You know what I mean?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question. “I think so, they know he does it because the guy is a big gangster or something, and probably they have seen him, but nothing more than that?”
“Exactly Miyako-chan, and the two times he was arrested, this guy over here took him out” A new picture appeared in the screen. This time. a man that looked like a high schooler with a nice suit. “This guy is Ninomiya Kazunari, 30 years old, single, lawyer. There are no records about him being involved in Matsumoto’s work, but there aren’t proofs that state the contrary. He has only act as his lawyer. Nothing else. But they hang out together a lot” Aiba touched the screen, closing Matsumoto’s and Ninomiya’s pictures. “Matsumoto’s business is pretty simple. Importation and exportation of drugs, money-laundering, blackmailing and…murder” Aiba saw how Miyakos’s face broke in surprise. Sho got up from his seat again, and standed next to Aiba. “It’s a hard case, and it was send to us because detectives can’t do more. We need to get inside and get some proofs, we need you to get inside and get us some proofs” Miyako looked at Sho and adopted her negotiation aptitude. “Then convince me boss”
Sho smile at her, he knew he would get that answer, and gave Aiba the order to go on.
TBC
In Shinto shrine architecture, the haiden is the hall of worship.
Author:su_ede
Length: About 6168 words
Pairing: Matsumoto Jun x OC
Rating: Pg-13
Genre: AU - Action - Police
Disclaimer: I don't own Arashi...or maybe I do, who knows?
Summary: Sonoda Miyako works as a secreta agent at Japans National Security Agency. After a hard mission his boss want her to work in a new case. The man? Matsumoto Jun, a guy that for the police is like a ghost. They need her to capture him.
A/N: This one is quite an ambitious story. Is inspired by the MILLENNIUM thrilogy writen by Stieg Larsson and I took the freedom to make some tiny referenses. Hope you ejoy it. And my dear readers. I use google analitycs, I know you guys are there, so please give me some feedback. A happy face or a sad face is enough.
Iliada
There are many stories about the fearsome female warriors from the ancient Greece: stories about woman that, since they were little girls, were trained in the art of war and the handling of weapons, as well as trained to support all kinds of physical sufferings. These stories contain passages that give us hints about how they defeated regiments of man in the battlefield.
From December 16th to December 20th
December 16th to December 17th
Inside the room, Miyako was accompanied by three more girl. One from Russia and two from Czechoslovakia. None of them looked older than 16 years old. Probably outside there was 3°C, but inside and sitting in the floor it felt like minus 3°C. It was her third day in Russia, and as soon as the airplane landed, everything felt as hell.
And she was ready for hell.
Sadly, the three girls in front of her weren’t. It was obvious that their young bodies went through some abuse already. Their ankles and wrists were bruised and their mouths had traces of blood in the corners. “Did you guys eat something?” She asked in a perfect English. Just one of them answered no. Miyako got up and rummaged inside one of her boots and found what she was looking for. Three cereal bars. “They taste bad, but they had a bunch of protein, minerals and all that crap, it will make you feel better” Each of them grabbed one of the bars, nodding with gratitude.
She came back to her position and rested her head against the wall. She had to wait until midnight to make a move. At that time, Zala, the big blond guy that received her when she arrived was supposed to ‘take a ride on her’ and try on ‘that soft Japanese meat’.
She felt bad for the girls in front of her, they would be taken soon. She had a plan, but she wouldn’t be able to help them sooner than that.
This was the last day of a two years mission. MC Svavelsjo was the biggest trafficking mafia in Eastern Europe. And they spread around the world like a plague. What started as a denounce of a missing person in the suburbs of Tokyo end up in a 50 persons secret mission of the Switzerland and Japanese government to dismantle the Svavelsjo group. Miyako was the undercover agent of the circus. She got in to the group as a prostitute. As one of the young girls brought from Japan to be sell in the black market as ‘tender meat’ as they call girls under 18. She was already passed 18, but her body constitution always made her look younger. Illegally younger.
It was probably around 10 when they came to take one of the girls, she struggle a bit, but was quickly calmed down with a slap. The guy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her outside the room. Immediately the other two girls started shaking and crying, scared, but already rendered. Miyako rearrange herself, and wait for her turn.
“Its 11:30, if you can hear me, cough twice” Miyako did as told. Ohno’s voice sounded low, but clear. Apparently, the small communicating device hidden in her hear was working. “We are already located in our positions, the map you gave us was pretty close to the actual deal, at 12 o’clock we will knock down the glass in the ceiling and came in, try to be save until that happens, I’ll cut communications for now…and Sonoda, good luck” Miyako smiled at no one and wished for the same.
She kept looking at the two remaining girls in front of her. She wanted to calm them down, but she knew no words were good enough. In one year as an undercover, she saw hell in the eyes of all those young girls. She went through hell too, but she was ready for it, she knew how to deal with it. They didn’t. They were just girls. Scared girls.
She was rather grateful when Zala appeared in the door. Looking at her with dark eyes, licking his lips. At least those two girls will be free soon. “How’s my china girl? Ready for some Russian beef?” Miyako kept quite, hiding her face under her hair. The guy grabbed her by the arm, standing her up, and grabbed one of her hands looking at her long pink nails. He licked one her fingers, sucking it and biting the tip. She felt like hitting the guy down his throat, but she had to stay calm. “People say you did a good job at Japan and then at Russia, so let’s see how you do here” He sucked at her fingers for a last time and then grabbed a strong hold in her hair “Come with me slut!”. She followed him, faking some resistance, and heard how the door was shut behind her.
Zala walked along a dark alley, she couldn’t see a thing, and felt insecure about the future of her operation. But they reached the room he was looking for and felt relived when a strong beam passed though the open door. He pushed her inside the room and took his time to close the door. Miyako looked around her and the content of the room made her feel sick. A wooden bed, an X frame, handcuffs, ropes and several kinds of whips and paddles. “These are just the soft things, just to train you, later I’ll show you the good stuff, now let’s get you naked” He grabbed her by the neck and tossed her on top of the wooden bed. She hit her head in the landing and the squeal she made make Zala laugh. She was getting more and more grossed out. “Sonoda, 10 seconds” She sat on top of the bed, holding herself in her hands “9…8…7…6…5…4” Zala was tacking off his shirt and caressing her face in the process “ 3…2…1”
And chaos reigned.
The two short range bombs in the two main doors exploded and quickly the SWAT team invaded the hall of the abandoned hospital that worked as brothel. Zala looked at the door, not knowing what was going on. Screams and shooting noises started to fill the air. He looked at Miyako and fear got in to his bones when he saw her broken smile, appearing under the hair that was covering her face “I though I will have to fight bare handed, but since mister Zala is a fucking sadist, now I have a weapon” It was faster than his ability to react. One of the paddles that was hanging on the wall hit him on his left temple. Miyako knew that the hit wasn’t enough to knock down a man like him, but at least it gave her time to move from there. “You fucking bitch!” He dash in her direction, with his fist high up, gaining some momentum. The fist landed in the wall and he saw how Miyako moved under his legs, grabbing one of the steal chairs and swaging it towards him, hitting him in the back of his head. “Sonoda?, We are in, where are you?”
“Last room to the left!, Hurry up” Zala couldn’t understand to who she was talking to, and the pain on his back didn’t let him think straight. Miyako had to move. She grabbed one of the thickest robes in the wall and positioned behind Zala, passing it around his neck. She was able to grab a strong hold. He kept cursing in Russian, she could understand only half of it. He kept struggling, making it hard for Miyako to keep a strong hold. He was too big and too strong for her small frame.
Suddenly things look dark for Miyako.
Zala had a gun in his hand. Inside his boots, she though, feeling stupid. He threw an accurate blow on her head, hitting her with the barrel of the gun. She landed in the floor, feeling dizzy. “Here you have bitch!” She couldn’t feel the bullet passing across her thigh, but the smell of gunpowder sting her nose. “Sonoda, was that you?”
“Hurry up Ohno!, I got shot!” She heard Ohno cursing, and a second after someone was trying to open the door “Ohno! Is closed, use the bomb!” Zala looked at the door and then at her, then back to the door “Sonoda, move away”
“Doesn’t fucking matter, just blow the door!” Ohno obeyed, she was the one in charge anyway. Zala couldn’t understand what they were talking about, damn Japanese. “You better lay down Zala” Miyako told him with mange in her voice. But it was too late. She was fast enough to turn herself in to a ball, covering her hears and hiding her head from the fragments of the explosion. Maybe a minute passed, when the dust started to dissipate and Ohno came to her rescue.
Miyako looked like another person, he hasn’t seen her in maybe six months, and she already looked this bad. He suddenly felt enraged towards those sadist pigs. “Pick me up, we have to clean this mess” Ohno helped her get on her feat. She looked around and found Zala in the floor, with a big bleeding wound in the side of his head, not very conscious “I got you pig, you and your band of rapist can start to think about fucking each other at jail”
He could clearly hear what she said, and cursed the day he decided to bring her from Japan.
December 17 Th
Ninomiya had gathered all Jun’s potential business partners in the big dinning room at Jun’s favorite restaurant. It wasn’t that hard. To the call of easy money all the easy people come.
It was a top secret reunion. All the attendees agreed with it. If someone knew where they were now, it would be a tragedy, to say the least.
Twelve people gathered, nine old collaborators and three new ones. Jun was excited. With a bit of luck, this could save his business. Or make it grow. “My dear friends, welcome to my house” There was a collective greeting, and Jun sat in front of his guests, adopting a solemn aptitude. Everyone went silence so Jun could start talking. “We are all very busy, so I’ll give a brief but clear explanation of what I need and what you people can win. Last month, a new bill was send by the prime minister to the congress. Legalization of Marihuana. And not just that. The bill says that the state will sell it, ergo, all the money will go to the government. Now, I don’t know If I’m too naïve, but isn’t it that very bad for us, businessman. The president is going to take away our job!...No way!, so this is what I need. That law can not be approve. Period. I don’t think I need to explain myself”
“But there’s 26 more of us at congress, of course we are going to say no to that bill, but what can we do with the rest?”
“Use you best words, your best smile and convince the people from your party. Of course I’ll do my part, I have people in a lot of places, but I need help” The reunion finished fast. All of them promised do whatever was in their hands. Jun gave them a week.
December 17 to December 18
The effect of the pain killers started to fade out. Miyako’s eyes opened slowly, getting used to the sunlight that came from outside. It took her a couple of seconds to realize where she was.
She hated hospitals. The smell was unbearable, too clean, too warm. She looked at her left arm, growling at the intravenous sticking inside her skin. Her head felt heavy, she tried to move, but it hurt too much. “I see you’re up?” Miyako looked at the door, were a tall blond guy got in. “I’m Mikael Salander, I’m your doctor, tell me, how do you feel?”
”Good enough to leave this place”
“I don’t think so, the wound in your thigh is still healing, thank god it didn’t reached your bones, it did quite a damage, you will need rehab, but your people tell us that they will do that in your country, you got a rib splintered, and some burns in your arms due to the explosion…now, we found some other wounds…and…we took care of some of them…are they related with your undercover work?”
“Yes” She didn’t give him the explanation he was looking for “Well, you took good care of some of them”
“It’s not my first time”
“For me, it was the first time I see those kind of wounds in a female agent” Miyako looked straight at his eyes. She hated to give explanations when she didn’t have too, but it was easier this way. One fast answer was better than been asked ten times the same question. “I was raped, twice, it was that or lost two years of undercover work, it’s not as bad as what happened to all the girls there, so don’t think too much about it, did you make a blood test?”
“Yes”
“Did you find anything? HIV, Gonorrhea, Hepatitis?”
“Nothing” It surprised her how relieved she felt. But she had some questions now. “What happened to the rest?”
”Well most of the guys…” She interrupted him right there “I don’t give a damn about those bastards, I should have killed those sons of bitches, I’m asking about the girls”
“Oh, sure, well…they brought 15 girls, 10 of them are now out of danger, we gave them vitamins, food, and today they came to take their confessions, the other 5 are under intensive care now, due to critical wounds and neurological damage” Although it looked bad, those were good news for Miyako. The girls were out of danger.
Eventually the doctor left, leaving her with a bad taste in the mouth. His questions remind her of what happened those two years in between Russia and Japan. She wouldn’t say this was the hardest mission - her first mission as an agent in north Korea won by far - but the physical abuse was like nothing she had experience before. But she still considered herself lucky. She was abused two times, first by a ‘costumer´ and then by one of her bosses. But she wasn’t selfish enough to feel bad about her situation, she saw some girls drop dead in front of her due to extenuation.
She shook those thoughts away. She was alright right now. And all that hell was in the past. For her and for the victims.
After a really bad hospital lunch, Miyako got the first visit from someone of the team. With a box of pizza and a bottle of Sprite, Ohno and her boss Sakurai-san arrived at her room “Yo Sonoda!, I brought someone” Miyako bowed instinctively at the sight of her boss. “Sonoda, you look great”
“Thanks boss, Ohno-san, Thank you too for saving me”
“Na, it’s nothing, I’m glad we could make it” Ohno arranged the sliding table in front of Miyako and put the box of pizza and a glass in front of her “Doctor says you can eat normal right now… the first time I saw you I couldn’t recognize you, you are so skinny!! Well, you have always been skinny, but muscular you know? Now you were just bones, you need to gain those muscles back, I’ll help you” Miyako patted Ohno’s head and accepted his propose. Ohno Satoshi was one of her closest friends at the agency. Six years ago he recruit her, after he saw her save the life of two of is man in the battlefield. Ohno was one of those hidden surprises. Her first impression of him was negative. He was small and his appearance was too soft. But when the time was right, he transformed. And it always surprised her how serious he was towards his work, despite the fact that sometimes he looked as if he was about to fall asleep.
Sakurai walked to the window and looked outside with a brooding face, the angle of his eyebrows kept getting deeper. “Ohno-san, I need to talk with Sonoda, will you give us a minute?”
“No…sorry boss, but she was my partner in this mission, and I’m worried as you are, she got the worst part of it” Sakurai didn’t answered. He understood that much. Sakurai Sho was known for his fatherly behavior towards his subordinates. It was a double-edged sword, good for the agency, bad for his nerves. Sending Miyako to this mission was something that kept bugging him. He never liked the idea, but she was the only option. And her stupid superwoman complex made her beg him to give her that mission. Now, after read the medical inform, he felt as if someone has done that to her little sister. He kept looking outside the window, with his hands inside his pockets ”I hate this country…is damn cold, and I feel like in every corner someone is been killed in cold blood…or maybe I have watched way too many spy movies”
“No sir, it is like that, at least that’s the only Russia I have seen”
“I’m sorry you have to see it, I’m sorry I send you to this god damned place” Miyako rearrange her position in her bed, grabbing a second slice of pizza “If you’re apologizing for giving me this job, you can stop right there, we planned this attack with Ohno, we rearrange this plot from the beginning, and it worked out just as we imagined, so I was ready for the beatings, the lack of sleep and food…. and the rape, although I will probably need some help getting it over, I have been having dreams…” Ohno patted her arm and sat next to her “Boss, the only thing we could do for Sonoda now is to give her the good news and then take her with us back to Japan” Sho finally looked away from the window, meeting Miyako’s eyes, smiling, for once “The judge that will be held next week with Zala and all the people from the MC Svavelsjo, is a mere formality, they infringed to many human rights this time, no lawyer will save them…and since it was such a multicultural group, each member is judge under the laws of their respective countries, so some of them will be sentenced to death” Those were the words she wanted to hear. Not only the girls were saved, also those sadist bastards were getting what they deserved.
She felt better now.
From January 10th to Match 23th
January 10th - January 11th
She was abruptly awakened by the sound of her cellphone. It was 8 o’clock, and she had to be in the airport in 3 hours. She got up, turned on the television and opened the curtains of her hotel room. Although more than an hotel, it was like a palace. The island of Koh-Kood, in Tailand, was by far the best retreat place she has found in several years. Set amidst a tropical rain forest, Miyako found the place where she could be far away from home, with no communication or whatsoever, but still with the facilities she needed right now. As an expertise masseur, a fully equipped gym, good food and a beautiful waitress who could cover her natural necessities, as breakfast, lunch, dinner and sex. Because after so many bad experiences with guys, her body only could react to the touch of a woman, and Jayne was that woman. A British 20 something girl, that decided to change the cloudy Manchester for a sunny island. And that girl was knocking her door, her breakfast was ready. Miyako put on some clothes and went to open the door. “Good morning!” She pushed the food cart inside her room, with her characteristic smile and her beautiful British accent “Good morning, how was the night shift?”
“Boring, I’m sorry that I couldn’t be here your last night”
“It’s alright, we had a nice time the night before”
“True true, so…are you ready?” She looked around, finding Miyako’s only suitcase next to her nightstand “I’m ready, I will eat this amazing breakfast, take a quick shower and then go downstairs” Jayne looked at her, a bit gloom “Jayne, pretty, don’t be sad”
“Is not sad, is just…I will miss you, single woman’s don’t come often to this place, you know how hard is this for a lesbian?”
“I can imagine, sorry” She shrugged, and patted Miyakos’s shoulder, walking outside the room, closing the door behind her. Miyako did as she said, and in less than an hour, she was returning the key at the reception.
It took her two days to be back in Japan. In between a plane from Koh-Kodd to Bangkok, scales here and there, and the long ride from Narita to her apartment, she was finally at home. Or at least what she called home.
The refrigerator was empty and the place smelled humid. With resignation she took off her clothes, change in to clean sweats, and dropped dead in the couch. It was already midnight, the konbini in front of her apartment was open, but before anything, she needed some sleep.
Jun got up that morning feeling as a kid that didn’t want to go to school. Ninomiya went to his room two times to wake him up. The third he didn’t gave Jun an option, he pulled his boss outside the bed. “Jun, come on, in an hour the guys will be here”. Jun only released a grunt and walked to the shower.
“Boss!” Four guys receive him in the first flour of the old house. Jun nodded at them and sat in the floor, in front of them. He turned on a cigarette, drank from the cup of coffee that was waiting for him, and gave a signal to the guy in front of him. “Boss, we followed Fujiki, and he indeed has been meeting with that freelance journalist that showed the other day here asking to talk with you about drug dealing, we took some pictures, Ninomiya-san has them” Jun looked at Ninomiya and he gave him a nod. The pictures were clear.
Naohito Fujiki was the new governor of Minato city, and also one of Jun’s oldest business associates. Jun saw him as an investing. The man looked like a promise in politics, not because he was a good politician, in fact he was quite bad at it, but he was good with words. With all that sinism he could run that country. Just when Fujiki was in need of money, Jun appeared, with a good deal. He would give him the money he needed. In exchange, Fujiki had to do him some favours. Favours that he would ask in the future. With the time, Fujiki got hooked up by the easy money and Jun’s hypnotizing voice. But now Fujiki had his first child. Now he wanted make things right. Jun could understand that. But Fujiki was an idiot. It would have been easy, Jun thought, ask him for a meeting, and explain him why he wanted to leave Jun’s side. Jun would have wished him luck, and let him run free-
But no.
Fujiki decided to inculpate him. And as soon as someone asked him something about Jun and his business, someone like that freelance journalist, Fujiki opened his mouth “Ok, it’s quite clear now. What can we do?” Jun only asked of politeness. He already knew what he had to do, and he didn’t like it too much. “We could gave him a visit”
“Visit him and his family”
“Sure, but we have to be sure, sure that he will not speak, guys…you know how to shut up someone, just do it beautifully, ok?” The four men gave one single nod at the same time, got up and leaved the house. “He has a son”
“I know Kazunari, but he should have known better, now if you excuse me, I need to go out”
“Where?” Jun didn’t answer and leaved the room. Nino didn’t bother in follow him.
Jun climbed the stairs to the shrine feeling as if the air was going thin. He thought about quitting smoking. Maybe next week.
After two weeks of being locked in his house, it felt nice to feel the cold air in his face, slipping through his scarf. The stairs were still wet due to the heavy rain that fell the night before and some old ladies were caring an umbrella just in case. He will buy one later, he didn’t know when he would be back at home. There was no line in front of the altar, and as always he felt a bit anxious in front of the Haiden (1). He looked at the few people going in and out and slowly walked inside. Jun tossed the coin, put his hands together and prayed, screaming loudly inside his head “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me”. He made a deep bow and walked away. As he steped in to the stairway, a single drop landed in his head. He looked above, frowning at the sky. From one time to the other in turn dark. He hated it, each time his people were commanded to do the job, it rained.
After a quick lunch at some ramen shop, he stopped a taxi. “To Roppongi please”. The driver nodded once and took the main street to the left. Jun didn’t look outside the window, his stare fixed on his hands. After 15 minutes, the driver talked to him “Sir, we are in Roppongi, were exactly you want me to drop you?”
“In the next corner please” The driver nodded again, and stopped once they reached his destination. Jun paid him, telling him that he could keep the change. The streets were already packed with office workers getting ready for a long night of drinking. Jun felt sick. He walked faster.
He knocked at the door twice. “Who is it?”
“Costumer” The door was quickly opened by a middle age woman with a bright smile. Jun smiled back at her “Matsumoto-kun, you are here! So long no see!, What? Are we stressed?”
“Yes”
“Don’t worry, one of my girls will take care of it, who you want?” Jun hated when she talked about her ‘girls’ as if they were flavours of ice cream that you could pick, covered in chocolate and cream. Although he liked that idea. “Is Sara available?”
“She is, you know where you can find her” Jun nodded and excused himself, walking inside the flat. The place didn’t have a name, it didn’t need it either. It was well known between the people that required those kinds of services. Jun found out about it through Ninomiya. Apparently, one of his classmates at university used to work there. The place itself looked like a normal flat from outside, but the neighbourhood said everything. Still, it was a secret place. And Jun liked that.
He reached Sara’s room and knocked at her door. She was a psychology student at Tokyo University. Japanese mother, British father. Smart, funny and sexy. Jun always asked for her services. “I thought I heard your voice Jun-kun”
“Hi” She grabbed his hand and guided him to the bed. Jun sat, closing his eyes and feeling how Sara arranged behind him, caressing his shoulders “Something happened ”
“Yeah…I want the same as always”
“Understood” Sara move some centimetres apart and took off her t-shirt.
The next day Jun woke up feeling sore and still sleepy. Sara was already awake reading a book. “What are you reading?”
“Sartres’s, La Nausée” Jun joined her in bed, resting his chin on his naked shoulder. “Why are you reading something so despairing?”
“You mean realistic?” Jun looked at her frowning, pouting in a rather cute way, at least for Sara “Is it for your classes?”
“Yeah, I’m preparing for a clinical case that I have to defend, so I’m trying to understand my patient” Jun started to dozed off again when Sara interrupted him “Jun, I like you” Before Jun could freak out, Sara explained herself “No, not that kind of like, I like as ‘I admire you’ in a way”
“And why is that?” Jun couldn’t understand why she would admire him. As far as she knew, Jun was a drug dealer with a lot of money and status “Well, first, you don’t stick to the routine that is killing us, you don’t try to demonstrate your existence by appearances, looking for superiority or heroic acts. On the other side, you allow existence to invade you sharply, it weights in your heart as a beast…without that…there’s nothing left inside us” Jun heard Sara’s words as nonsense words. He wasn’t anything of that. Sara was saying that he was the kind of man that Sartre approved, that he was the contradiction of the nausea, and that was just nonsense.
He felt like the nausea itself.
Jun tossed the book on the floor and got on top of Sara, looking for that beast that she said he had inside his heart.
January 12th to January 14th
Her plan after arrive home was sleep. Sleep until her body couldn’t stand the pain in her back due to the horizontal position. But a knock at her door interrupted her. She tried to ignore it, it was probably her landlord. She covered her head with a pillow, going back to sleep, but the knocking continue “Miyako-chan, let’s go play!” Miyako’s eyes were wide opened. “Aiba?” She asked to herself. Aiba knocking at her door could mean only one thing.
Work was calling.
“Miyako-chan, let’s go play!” her legs acted without her consent. She walked with short, lazy steps to the door, picking up her underwear from the floor and an oversize t-shirt that could cover her body. “Miyacho-chan, let’s go…”
“I got it, I got it, let’s go play, just please allow me to take a shower”
“That would be nice because you stink” She kicked him in the leg, making him yelp “Oh-chan said you looked bad, but you don’t”
“Well Aiba, I spend some weeks getting back to form, remember me to hit Ohno for saying that” Aiba set his suitcase on top of Miyako’s kitchen counter, under the curious stare of his colleague. From inside his suitcase Aiba took a bottle of coke, a package of chocolate cookies and a bar of chocolate “I thought you would be hungry, now go take that shower, we have to be at the agency at 10”.
Aiba Masaki was Miyako’s senpai. He got in to the agency three years earlier than her. How he got hired was kind of special. After spend five years in America studying IT he got back after being found out hacking the computer of the college director. He wanted to change his English notes in order to safe his scholarship. Miyako always wondered how he could survive 5 years in America with that crappy English of his. Once he was back in Japan, with an unfinished career, he start working as an IT in an important school in the suburbs. Doing his work, which consisted in maintenance, he found out some very suspicious folders in the computer of the headmaster. Curious as he is, he opened them. These folders contained huge amounts of child pornography, and some naked pictures of some students. Without telling the police, Aiba did a perfectly held investigation that lead him to one of the biggest groups of child pornography in Japan. He found himself with a big scoop that was out of his reach, so he contacted the police. By the time Sakurai Sho received the case, the only thing left to do was put those bastards behind the bars. Aiba, in less than a month, put together names, institutions, bank accounts, addresses, telephone numbers and emails, all of them related to the culprits. When asked how he did it, he explained how, with a program created by him, he could get a replica of the computer’s hard disc of each affiliate. That gave him full access to their transactions, their meetings and the names of those who were selling them the images. But despite all the grate work, what Masaki did was illegal. Sakurai gave him a deal, he would keep him away from jail, but in exchange he had to work for him.
Aiba was everything Sakurai Sho needed in his team. Compromised, smart, thorough and hard working. And Miyako was grateful for that. Since her first mission she has work with Aiba, and he had never failed her. More than once, his ability to get in to people’s data systems has saved her life.
Jun looked outside the window. The sun was up already and the people down there was walking from one side to the other. Sara had leaved already, not without giving Jun a last service. He made sure to pay her more than the normal fee. After a short shower, he turned on his phone, finding what he thought he would find.
‘ Boss, work done. No more worries’
Jun closed his phone and smile to himself. It was time to come back to reality.
Miyako walked next to Aiba as they got inside the agency. The few people there welcomed her with wide smiles. Apparently, for what Aiba told her in their way there, everyone read the report from her last mission and now she was a heroine. Some memories from those days threatened with come back. Maybe she would ask for that psychologist that the agency offered her.
When Aiba opened the door of the meeting room she met with some old faces. Sho and Ohno. “We arrived early?” She asked, sitting next to Ohno, hitting him in the ribs “No, in fact you’re late, but let’s start” Sho got up from his seat walking toward the digital board, opening some files. “Oh, just the four of us?”
“Yeah, just the four of us” Miyako looked at Ohno, asking for an explanations. He gave her a signal to wait. Always the meetings were held in front of 10 or 15 persons. From the boss to the director of the SWAT team. Now it was just those three guys and her. Suddenly she felt unsure about being there.
“I know you are wondering what is going on with this meeting, Why so few people and the answer is simple. This mission doesn’t need big weapons or teams, Aiba-kun please” Miyako was a bit lost. Sho was acting somehow vague, and that we are only four thing was somehow fishy.
Aiba got up, excited with the idea of showing his short but fruitful investigation. “For over 3 years, the police has being behind this man” A passport picture appeared in the screen. Damn fine, was the first thing that came to Miyako’s after see the picture, and she was surprised by her own reaction. “Matsumoto Jun, 32 years old, single, no studies. The police have caught him twice but they haven’t been able to put him behind the bars for the simple reason that they have zero proofs. Not a single picture or fingerprint. Nothing”
“So how do they know is him?” Ohno asked the obvious.
“It’s like a well known secret. As soon as the name Matsumoto comes up, everyone goes silence, You know what I mean?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question. “I think so, they know he does it because the guy is a big gangster or something, and probably they have seen him, but nothing more than that?”
“Exactly Miyako-chan, and the two times he was arrested, this guy over here took him out” A new picture appeared in the screen. This time. a man that looked like a high schooler with a nice suit. “This guy is Ninomiya Kazunari, 30 years old, single, lawyer. There are no records about him being involved in Matsumoto’s work, but there aren’t proofs that state the contrary. He has only act as his lawyer. Nothing else. But they hang out together a lot” Aiba touched the screen, closing Matsumoto’s and Ninomiya’s pictures. “Matsumoto’s business is pretty simple. Importation and exportation of drugs, money-laundering, blackmailing and…murder” Aiba saw how Miyakos’s face broke in surprise. Sho got up from his seat again, and standed next to Aiba. “It’s a hard case, and it was send to us because detectives can’t do more. We need to get inside and get some proofs, we need you to get inside and get us some proofs” Miyako looked at Sho and adopted her negotiation aptitude. “Then convince me boss”
Sho smile at her, he knew he would get that answer, and gave Aiba the order to go on.
TBC
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