Iliada__IV
Title: Iliada
Author:su_ede
Length: About 5400 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: Coments are my vitamin. Thanks for stay here.
March 15th
“What do you mean you don’t want us to stop that transaction?”
“Boss, are you an actual idiot?” Sho went pail in front of the computer screen. Miyako’s words didn’t had a hint of joke, she was actually asking if her BOSS was an actual idiot. That always disarranged him. “I’m not, I’m your boss”
“Then why are you asking such nonsense. It took me two months to finally get something, a very small something by the way. If you guys fail, you know who will be the first suspect for spilling all the information?” Miyako enjoyed throw rhetorical questions at her boss. She knew he hate them. “We are not going to fail”
“Sakurai-san, of course no, Ohno’s team is flawless, but if you guys catch him with only that, a small drug transaction, it would be a waste of time. 3 years? 4 max in jail, I still need more proofs, strong proofs…please boss, I know why I’m telling you this” Sho couldn’t fight with that. She was right. Deadly right. “Proceed as you say Sonoda”
“Thanks boss!, now if you excuse me, I need to hit the gym”. Miyako turned off the computer and Sho couldn’t see her anymore. “Can you believe her? She called me an idiot and she hung up on me, I’m her boss! And older! She doesn’t respect me at all!”
“She does respect you, but in her own way” Ohno stood next to Sakurai, after listening to his conversation with Miyako. He patted Sho’s shoulder and leaved a cup of coffee on his table “But she is right, we shouldn’t get in Matsumoto’s way yet”
“I know!” Sakurai took several zips from his coffee and Ohno could see he was thinking deeply in something “Satoshi-kun…I have been thinking…for a long while…or wondering maybe, that someday Sonoda could turn against us?” Ohno talked as if it wasn’t a big deal, something that didn’t surprised Sho “Yeah, I’m sure that under the right circumstances, for her of course, she might turn her back to us”
“But how? She is so trustful?” Sho couldn’t answer that question himself, so he needed another point of view, from someone who knew Miyako better “She is, but first, she is trustful to herself, or someone very important to her”
Sho only cursed and drank his hot coffee.
From March 23th to Abril 12th
March 23th to March 24th
The day after the transaction Matsumoto felt especially happy. Everything went well, and that was always a reason to celebrate. He had breakfast in bed and got up a little bit latter. He took a long shower and put on his favourite kimono. For lunch he asked takenoko rice and shrimp miso soup. He had lunch with all the staff and Nino. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the bright sun outside and play with Taro and Sabotarou.
The relationship he had with his dogs was pretty special. He saved both of them from an abusive owner, and he make sure to make the owner pay. He liked how they look as tough dogs, but in reality they were a pair of teddy bears that enjoyed been scratched in the tummy, run around the garden and heat apples. Jun put on some pants and a t-shirt and went outside to play with them.
Taro was acting weird. He didn’t run as fast as Sabotarou, and he didn’t touch the apple that Jun gave him. Still, Jun kept playing with them, anyway Taro was always the calm one, and maybe he didn’t feel like playing.
Jun could catch Taro’s and Sabotarou’s attention with a fake chicken that made a horrible sound each time they press it. Jun would throw it and both of them would run, catch it and bring it back to Jun.
By the third run, Taro suddenly stopped and fell in the floor. “TARO!” Jun ran and reached his dog in no time.
He was unconscious. Jun move him but there was no response. Sabotarou smelled and bit his friend’s ears, but there was no response. Jun kept calling his name, touching him, trying to bring him back to consciousness. “Matsumoto-san move!” Jun jolted and was pushed away by Sonoda. She sat in the floor next to the dog and sank her hands in between Tarous back legs. She posed her index and middle finger on his inner thigh and kept them there for a couple of second “There’s no pulse…here, call your vet, tell him what happened” Miyako passed him her cell phone and Jun grabbed it with shaking hands. Thank god he knew the number by memory. Meanwhile, he saw how Miyako rearrange next to the dog and started the compressions in Tarou’s chest. “Tottori vet clinic, how can we help you?”
“Tottori-san, is Matsumoto, my dog fade, he has no pulse and is not breathing”
“Matsumoto-san, you know how to apply CPR?”
“No, but someone is already doing it”
“Ok, 10 compressions per breath of air, after one minute check his pulse, I’ll be there in 5 minutes” (1) Jun was leaved with the bip of the phone a bit clueless “What did he said?” Miyako’s took him out of his stupor. She was still applying compressions, and breathing through Tarou’s nose once in a while “He will be here in 5 minutes”
“Good, he will be breathing by then” Jun stood next to her, not knowing what to do, but admiring Miyako’s decision. Sabotarou sat next to him, and stared at Miyako with his ears up, whimpering. Jun could hear her mutter a ‘Come on boy’ as she kept applying CPR with a synchronized rhythm. Jun was in charge of the time, Miyako shut at him ‘check the time!’ when she saw him with his arms resting on top of his legs.
Three minutes passed. Each time a minute passed, Miyako would check Tarou’s pulse. Nothing yet. She kept pressing, her voice wasn’t a whisper anymore, she screamed at Taro, asking him to come back. “4 minutes” Jun said, and Miyako checked Taro’s breathe again “He is breathing!” She checked his pulse and smile at Jun “The pulse is back” So did Jun’s. “Matsumoto-san!” Both of them looked at the guy who was running across the garden in their direction. Miyako took the lead. “He fade meanwhile playing, he had no pulse and he wasn’t breathing. I applied CPR for four minutes until he started breathing”
“Good job, let’s take him to the clinic” Jun and the vet took Tarou in their arms and Miyako stayed in the garden, holding Sabotarou, who insisted in follow them.
She never imagine that her direct ticket to Jun’s right side will come from such a humble existence as a dog.
She was cleaning the library when she saw it happen. Matsumoto running until he reached his beloved dog, desperate, trying to get a response from him. Her body responded immediately. She ran towards Taro, dropping in her knees so she could help him.
It was an old jail companion in North Korea who taught her how to do it. And it stayed in her mind. She always wanted to have a dog, in the future, when retirement was her only option.
Matsumoto spend the night at the clinic. Everyone’s mood at home changed. Both from worry towards their boss and his dog. Both of them were really loved, Miyako already knew that. The rest of the staff thank her for the help she gave, but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Saving the life of such a precious creature was an instinct of her, not a duty. It didn’t matter who’s dog it was, she had to help Taro.
But it brought her good results. So why think so much about it? So it be.
Matsumoto arrived the next afternoon and found Miyako cleaning the windows of his office. He looked tired and worried. Dark circles framed his eyes and his clothes were full of wrinkles. Miyako went down the chair that helped her reach the high part of the windows and stood in front of him “Matsumoto-san, how’s Taro?” Miyako took a step back when Matsumoto did nothing but bow. His head almost knocking the floor “Miyako-san, thank you so much for saving Taro’s life, the vet said that without your CPR Taro wouldn’t have make it. I can’t thank you enough, I own you so much”
A dark grin broke Miyako’s face.
March 25th to March 26th
Matsumoto woke up by the sudden landing of a heavy weight on his bed. In front of his eyes there was Nino, dress in shorts and a t-shirt “I’m sorry to interrupt your sleep, especially after what happened, but we need to hold a reunion. Murakami called. He wants more of that new meth. He got us new contacts at Ueno and one in Osaka. So we need to re-arrange some of our guys. Also, I already got in contact with the American guy and he will send us a bigger shipment tomorrow. It would be here in two days.”
“Ok, I just caught half of the things you say, but I have to get up, I understand that much…thanks for taking care of the commission”
“No worries, I’ll go have breakfast…by the way, Miyako-chan? Where is she?”
“Is SAN, and she must be having breakfast with the staff”
“After she safe your son, did you fell in love with her or something?” Jun disappeared behind the bathroom door giving Ninomiya the middle finger.
Everybody was ready to start working on their chores when Matsumoto appeared in the kitchen, already up. “At 1 o’clock, I need all of you here in the kitchen. We will held a meeting and we will be probably over by 3 or 4 o’clock….sorry for the bother” No one asked anything. Everybody nodded and started working.
Miyako was left dumbfounded. She asked Momi-san why. Her only answer was “It’s his way to protect us, so there aren’t witnesses” She said nothing more and left Miyako standing in the middle of the kitchen. There Miyako understood something that had been going around her mind for a while.
Everyone knew that what Matsumoto did wasn’t exactly feed the poor. They knew it. And still, they accepted it. It was as if they were under some kind of Stockholm syndrome.
March 27th to March 29th
Before leaving the household that night. Miyako needed to try something. If Matsumoto already trust her, he could at least tell her what was going on there. She already knew it. That was for granted. But hearing it from his mouth could be a good thing for the investigation.
She turned on the recording system in his computer and went to Matsumoto’s office. She knocked the door, identifying herself, and Matsumoto let her in.
He was sitting behind his desk, drinking from a glass of water. The smile he gave her make her feel a bit sure about what she was about to do. She spoke first “Boss, I will like to talk about something, it will be short” Jun adopted a serious stare, stiffing his position. He saw this coming. “Go ahead then” Miyako kept standing, even after Jun invited her to seat. After a long pause, she finally asked “What business you have here?” She had Jun under a watchful eye. Looking for any sign that could tell her something. “Why do you ask?”
“Some things are suspicious…and I want to know the dangers around me”
“For you there are no dangers, that I can promise” She tried to act more relaxed, as if Jun’s words could calm her “Then what it is you…”
“Miyako-san… ignorance is bliss, that’s my way to protect you as you work under my roof” Miyako could understand Matsumoto’s tone. No more questions allowed.
She muttered an ‘understood’, bowed and leaved the office.
“So, Sonoda, what do you want me to do with all the information you got the other day from Matsumoto’s meeting?” Sho’s voice was full of irony. Since Miyako refer to him as an idiot Sho took that attitude, and Miyako didn’t fall for it. “I want you guys to investigate every name that appeared there. Anything that called your attention, investigate it. With a low profile of course” Miyako could hear Aiba’s keyboard in some place of his lab, probably writing down Miyako’s directions. “Aiba-kun! Come in front of the camera for a while please?” Sho moved from his seat giving Aiba some space. “Aiba, I need some new gadgets. Lately Matsumoto had spent a lot of time talking on the phone, do you have something that could let me hear what is going on there?”
“I think…I do, but Miyako-chan…Matsumoto’s house has some kind of antenna that provides a shield, so no one can intercept his phone line”
“I know, but from the outside, what about the inside?” Aiba shrugged his shoulders and started searching for something in his computer. Miyako went to the kitchen, fetch herself some pizza for breakfast and came back to her seat. Aiba was still looking for something in his computer, with Sho looking over his shoulder. “HERE! I found something! RFTS, that’s the gadget you need”
“I’ll go ask for it, Sonoda, it will be there by the afternoon”
“Ok, thanks boss” Sho disappeared from her screen, leaving only Aiba, who waited until Sho disappeared from the room. “Miyako-chan, the other day the big boss came talk to Sakurai-san, asking for news about your mission”
“So?”
“Sakurai-kun had a little quarrel with him… She always does a perfect job!, he said, I don’t see why this sudden hurry!… He was quite mad” Miyako munched his pizza feeling quite grateful towards her boss. She always appreciated when someone defended her. Specially her boss. “Still, this was sort of an easy mission…is taking you a while…you should start using the big weapons, If you know what I mean”
“Shut the fuck up Aiba, I’m leaving, talk to you later” Miyako unplugged the computer and kicked the trashcan next to her desk.
She already knew that. She had to hurry up. But Matsumoto’s business was a fortress, and it had all the necessary things to stay like that. Very few people involved, no digital register, loyal co-workers, and people inside the police and inside the government. She was so wrong when she thought that this could be an easy mission.
March 30th to April 1th
Miyako’s new toy was a dispositive call RFTS (Random frequency tracking system). The system was quite simple, it will capture every single call in a ratio that could be adapted by the user. In big investigation it could be very chaotic, a voice recognition system will be needed, and probably a team of 30 people that will sit there and listen to the calls, searching for the voice or conversation they are looking for. But since she was inside the house, and 15 meters away from Matsumoto’s office, she only needed an antenna with a reach of 20 meters. And the voice recognition was quite easy when only two people will talk at the same time under that roof.
But she couldn’t be stuck to her computer all the time waiting for a call, so she leaved the MacBook on and recording. Later Aiba or Ohno will have the trouble of edit the recordings.
Jun knew himself well enough to know that he was staring Miyako too much. He was expectant until another of her skills could come to the surface. Also, he found himself incredible curious about what he could found under her skirt. Since the beginning she has been wearing long skirts that only showed her ankles and with the record he had about her, she was someone who worked out, so why hiding her legs.
At the end of the day a man is a man, he thought. And thinking about something couldn’t kill. “Sabotarou, maybe I should go visit Sara” The dog looked at him from the other side of the window with a stare that looked like a ‘whatever’. Jun was about to get up and get ready but a knock on his door stopped him. “Come in”
“Matsumoto-san, I’m going to clean the books”
“Sure, go ahead” Miyako looked a bit lost, questioning Jun with her eyes “You will stay here?” Jun only nodded. She smiled at him briefly and got in.
Miyako was silent. Too silent. Once in a while Jun had to look up from his book to check if Miyako was still there. And she was. It took her three hours cleaning the first shelf. Skilfully she would get on top of a chair so she could reach the higher ledge. And Jun gave a guilty, yet appreciative stare at her figure. He couldn’t get too much. Only the clear line of her waist, highlighted by her apron, and the obvious length of her legs “Matsumoto-san, I quit my last job for this kind of things” Jun knew immediately what she meant. Denied it was useless. So he only apologized. “Ok, just…try not to do that again”
“Sure, I’m very sorry…may I change the subject?” Miyako nodded and started cleaning the other shelf. “You like reading Miyako-san?”
“I do” Short answers made Jun anxious…and curious. “What kind of books?”
“Spy novels, thrillers and…poetry” Jun smiled, a bit less anxious, but more curious. “I have a lot of book like that, feel free to take them with you anytime you need it”
“Thank you sir”
“What kind of poetry you like?” Miyako pursed her lips in a way that could be described as adorable, way too adorable. “I like Japanese poetry…but I prefer Latin American writers”
“The bad thing is that because of the translation, you lose a lot of the meaning” Miyako grinned as she started doing her work “That’s why I read them in their original language”
He was screwed. Damn, he had a thing for smart girl.
Some guys liked big boobs, some other had a thing for big butts. Jun had a thing for big brains. And bilingual brains were even better.
Matsumoto took the first step. Miyako felt as getting in her knees and thank god. Not that she believed on him, but she had to thank someone for that change of events.
Just when she was thinking about hurry up things, Matsumoto decides to stay there meanwhile she cleaned the library. That was FOR SURE some kind of kink. And then she finds him looking at her from behind his book, his eyes squinting. She had two options. Let it happen and later take advantage of it. Or face him, stopping him with some prude attitude. She went for the second one. She remembered reading something in Jun’s profile. Something like ‘He likes straightforward attitudes’.
Then he started asking about her book preferences. And she answered quite honestly. Reading was a good way to stay away from headaches in the middle of missions, so she always hid a copy of some favourite book next to her bullets. Matsumoto kept asking questions, showing interest, which amused her.
Aiba would have to shut his mouth. Miyako now had a short time goal.
By the end of the week, she would had Matsumoto eating from her hand.
Hopefully.
The next day, after a day of work, she locked herself in her room. With the curtains closed and only the dim light of the computer screen. She was checking some recordings, labelling them with the dates an hours. After finishing that, she checked the microphones. Looking for some late night activities. The ones from the office registered nothing. When she checked the ones from the library she only perceived the noise of light steps. Then some books falling and lastly a high pitch noise than made her jump and took off the headphones.
The microphone. That noise was familiar to her. Coupler. The most probably reason; it fell from where it was hidden.
She got up from her bed and opened the door looking outside her room. All her neighbours were sleeping and all the lights were off. She walked outside her room, across the hallway and the kitchen. In her tiptoes, carefully, making no sound. All the other rooms were dark. And from Matsumoto’s room he could hear the shower running. Hopefully he didn’t hear the noise. When she reached the library she got scared for half a second when she saw something moving in the dark. She turned on the light and could only see the tail of a cat going out through an open window. In the floor a couple of book and the bible that she used to hide the microphone. She lift it from the floor and found the little black thing under it, shattered in several pieces. “Fucking Christ” She cursed under her breath. She hid the little pieces in the pockets of her pants and started picking up the books from the floor. Once she was ready to leave, someone called her name. “Miyako-san?” Fuck. Miyako shoot her eyes closed, organizing the ideas in her mind. She pulled off a calm expression and turned around, meeting Matsumoto’s questioning eyes. “Sir, I’m sorry…I just came here looking for a book, I was having a bit of trouble sleeping, and I already finished all the books I brought…sorry If I bothered you”
“No, please, go ahead, pick whatever you want” Matsumoto crossed her arms and walked closer, standing behind her. She got nervous, he hated that feeling, so she grabbed the first book she saw in front of her. An old version of Sherlock Holmes. “A classic” Jun said, and Miyako heard it to close to her ear. “Yeah, never too old, now If you excuse me” Miyako got ready to leave but Matsumoto called her name again “Miyako-san, tomorrow I need you to accompany me to the shrine. I need to deliver some donations for next week’s matsuri”
“Of course sir, whatever you need” Matsumoto slightly bowed at her, she respond with a similar bow and finally walked outside the room.
A triumphant smile crossed her face once she was finally back at her room.
April 2nd to Abril 3th
The art of seduction consisted in find the weak points of the human been. And Matsumoto’s was quite clear. The man was full of repentance and guilt. Miyako could tell by the way he pried at the shrine. And how familiar the priest was with him. She has seen it before. Man that did bad, begging to god to forgive them.
She skipped the prying thing telling Matsumoto that she didn’t believe in anything, only herself. That brought a smile to his face, and Miyako knew she did well. She didn’t talk that much when they drove to the shrine. Matsumoto tried to bring a subject of conversation, but she only gave him short answers, giving very little information. Every answer brought another question, but only superficial subjects. He asked once about her family, to what Miyako only answer with the truth that Aiba had prepared for her. Both parents dead, no siblings and no grandparents. No family at all. That was easier to fake. A couple of death records, no necessity of hiring actors. Jun didn’t asked how her parents died, so she didn’t had to keep lying.
She remembered that Matsumoto was an orphan. Maybe that’s why Aiba decided to make her an orphan too. How Matsumoto’s parents died was clearly explained in Aiba’s report. Car accident. It was a pretty horrible accident for what she could see in the pictures. Matsumoto was left with no family, and a small heritage.
She felt a little bit bad for him.
But if Matsumoto’s weakness was repentance and guilt she needed to find a way to tell him something like ‘It’s alright, you are a good guy’. The how was the tricky part.
How could she make him believe that she understood his situation and gain his trust, when she supposedly didn’t know what Matsumoto’s situation was?
And the guy was so careful that it was impossible for her to find something by accident. Miyako sighed and asked god for a cigarette. She blamed the strong smell of incense. “Miyako-san? I think I’m ready, sorry to interrupt your sleep” Miyako opened her eyes and stared at Matsumoto with a frown “I wasn’t sleeping, just enjoying the smell of the incense” As soon as her words leaved her lips, she realized how rude she sounded. She wanted to apologize, but Matsumoto only smiled and sat next to her, not looking angry at all towards his employee. “Maybe we should grab something to eat at the…just a minute” Matsumoto’s cell phone rang inside the pocket of his kimono, and as soon as he saw the screen he got up and walked some good 5 meters away from her. Having the RFTS now would have been very useful. He spoke two short minutes and walked back where Miyako was, obviously worried. “We have to leave, come on” Miyako didn’t ask a thing, only followed obediently and got in to the car.
Matsumoto walked inside the backroom of a bar in Ginza flanked by two of his guys. His frown stayed deep and dark, and his crossed arms gave away a not very friendly look.
Inside the room were two guys, standing next to the window. One of them tall, built and with a frown as deep as Jun’s. The other one was as tall as his companion, but less built, and his brows were raised in worry. “Good afternoon gentleman’s” Both of them stared at Jun and only one of them walked in his direction “Matsumoto-san, long time no see”
“Is nice to see you again Tannai-san, sadly, under this circumstances” Jun shook Tannai’s hand and posed his hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.
Tannai was Jun’s eyes and ears in the police department of Ginza. A single man in his early 40ths, with a love for money but not so much love towards his work. Jun got to have him on his side thank to a very good monthly pay. It really worth it though, Ginza was the place with more costumers, and if any weird rumour about him started going around the police station, Tannai would make it disappear. And the call Jun got hours ago was Tannai doing is job. “This is Shudo, works at the department, and don’t ask me how, but he had proofs about your business. I already confiscated them, but he is ready to talk” Matsumoto walked toward Shudo and bowed at him. The guy didn’t answer, but looked quite dumbfounded. “Shudo-san, please sit down, let’s have nice talk…sit down, please” Jun ended giving an order when he saw that Shudo had no intention to seat down. “Shudo-san, I’m very curious, how did you found out about my business?” The man did not attend to answer “Shudo-san?” No answer “Shudo! Talk, I’m warning you!” Tannai’s voice sounded less friendly. Jun said nothing, but saw how Shudo’s head lowered. “Did someone said something to you? Someone from inside my group? Maybe a costumer?” No answer. “Let me see, if you put together all that information by yourself you must have a strong reason to investigate me…you’re a cop, but this is beyond duty right?” He nodded, but didn’t look at Jun. “Beyond duty uh?...revenge?” Shudo got up from his seat and tried to reach Matsumoto, but immediately he had two guys bringing him back to his seat by the shoulders. His attitude showed Jun that was the reason. Revenge. “Did I do something to someone close to you?”
“You did”
“Please tell me” Shudo’s stare made Jun feel sick. A strong nausea hit him when he saw the hate in his eyes. “You fucking bastard killed my brother” Jun went through all the people he had to make disappear, but there was no memory of a Shudo. “I didn’t”
“You did, my brother died with a syringe in his arm, weighing 25 kilos and with nothing more than a blanket and a bag of crystal meth…I did some research, and his dealer bought the drugs to you” Jun swallowed that feeling that was building in his throat and adopted the cynic attitude he needed to show in this kind of situations. “So, in your head…I’m the one who killed your brother”
“You did fucking bastard”
“I see, and tell me, how is that your brother reached that situation? 25 kilos? And you didn’t realized he had a problem?” Shudo didn’t answered “He was clearly addicted, but let’s take a minute to think about how he reached that state…tell me Shudo, why you let that happen?”
“Don’t try to…”
“I will, you are blaming me for something…that I didn’t do! I have to defend myself. I did not kill your brother, you didn’t kill your brother, he killed himself…although I cannot deny that you should have done something to stop it” Shudo tried to move from his seat, but Jun’s guys didn’t allowed him. “We did!”
“What, you guys told him to stop doing drugs, put him in to rehab and what? Let the doctors do their magic?”
“He was a normal kid! He was a smart kid! A happy kid!”
“Was he?...Shudo-san, was your brother a happy kid?...” Jun stared at the man, who now looked a lot less angry. His face was now crossed by pain. Sudden realisation maybe.
Jun exhaled a long sigh and rested is arms on top of the table “So, this is what is going to happen. I know that you still have copies of all the proof against me, and we have your testimony, which I think, can bring me some kind of trouble…I don’t like trouble…I know how to fight trouble, so I know how to fight you” Tannai walked next to Jun and leaved a folder on his hands. Jun opened, looked at it for a while and then stared at Shudo “Two daughters?...” Shudo reacted as electrified, the two guys holding him could barely hold him “Don’t touch my girls!”
“I will never…but what about Ritsuko…your wife”
“Stay away from them!” Jun stood up, took the folder with him and stood next to Shudo, but didn’t look at him “I will, If you don’t mess with me” Shudo nodded and whispered an ‘understood’.
That was it. Jun walked outside the room. Tannai and his guys will now what to do.
No deaths. Hopefully.
Miyako took advantage of Matsumoto’s absence. He called the house saying he would be back late. And since everyone were in the living room watching TV, she walked across the garden and got in to Jun’s room with two microphones in her pockets.
She had already installed one under Jun’s bed. Maybe the acoustic wouldn’t be too good, but at least she knew Matsumoto wouldn’t stick his head under his bed.
For the second microphone she still wasn’t very sure about where to put it. One option was a small architectonic detail on top of Matsumoto’s bed…but it was too small, a small movement could drop the gadget. The other option was the ceiling lamp, which it was a very good place, but it was pretty high and she would need a stair, maybe two meters, doing it by herself would be almost impossible.
Just when a third place appeared in her sight, the room’s door was being open. She hid the microphone in her pocket, and waited for whoever was getting inside.
Her stare met Matsumoto’s, and no excuse came to her mind. “Sir…”
“Don’t say a word” Matsumoto walked, until he was close, too close to her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of the bed. Miyako just let it happen. Jun didn’t look mad, but there was something in his stare. “Take off your sweater”
“Excuse me sir?”
“You hear me, do it” Miyako thought about resist, but her guts tell her not to do it. She met Jun’s eyes again and she understood what Jun thought she was doing there.
And it was all a misunderstanding.
A useful misunderstanding.
This wasn’t going to be the first nor the last time that she will need to do this for a mission.
TBC
(1) Dog's CPR
Author:su_ede
Length: About 5400 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: Coments are my vitamin. Thanks for stay here.
March 15th
“What do you mean you don’t want us to stop that transaction?”
“Boss, are you an actual idiot?” Sho went pail in front of the computer screen. Miyako’s words didn’t had a hint of joke, she was actually asking if her BOSS was an actual idiot. That always disarranged him. “I’m not, I’m your boss”
“Then why are you asking such nonsense. It took me two months to finally get something, a very small something by the way. If you guys fail, you know who will be the first suspect for spilling all the information?” Miyako enjoyed throw rhetorical questions at her boss. She knew he hate them. “We are not going to fail”
“Sakurai-san, of course no, Ohno’s team is flawless, but if you guys catch him with only that, a small drug transaction, it would be a waste of time. 3 years? 4 max in jail, I still need more proofs, strong proofs…please boss, I know why I’m telling you this” Sho couldn’t fight with that. She was right. Deadly right. “Proceed as you say Sonoda”
“Thanks boss!, now if you excuse me, I need to hit the gym”. Miyako turned off the computer and Sho couldn’t see her anymore. “Can you believe her? She called me an idiot and she hung up on me, I’m her boss! And older! She doesn’t respect me at all!”
“She does respect you, but in her own way” Ohno stood next to Sakurai, after listening to his conversation with Miyako. He patted Sho’s shoulder and leaved a cup of coffee on his table “But she is right, we shouldn’t get in Matsumoto’s way yet”
“I know!” Sakurai took several zips from his coffee and Ohno could see he was thinking deeply in something “Satoshi-kun…I have been thinking…for a long while…or wondering maybe, that someday Sonoda could turn against us?” Ohno talked as if it wasn’t a big deal, something that didn’t surprised Sho “Yeah, I’m sure that under the right circumstances, for her of course, she might turn her back to us”
“But how? She is so trustful?” Sho couldn’t answer that question himself, so he needed another point of view, from someone who knew Miyako better “She is, but first, she is trustful to herself, or someone very important to her”
Sho only cursed and drank his hot coffee.
From March 23th to Abril 12th
March 23th to March 24th
The day after the transaction Matsumoto felt especially happy. Everything went well, and that was always a reason to celebrate. He had breakfast in bed and got up a little bit latter. He took a long shower and put on his favourite kimono. For lunch he asked takenoko rice and shrimp miso soup. He had lunch with all the staff and Nino. The plan for the afternoon was to take advantage of the bright sun outside and play with Taro and Sabotarou.
The relationship he had with his dogs was pretty special. He saved both of them from an abusive owner, and he make sure to make the owner pay. He liked how they look as tough dogs, but in reality they were a pair of teddy bears that enjoyed been scratched in the tummy, run around the garden and heat apples. Jun put on some pants and a t-shirt and went outside to play with them.
Taro was acting weird. He didn’t run as fast as Sabotarou, and he didn’t touch the apple that Jun gave him. Still, Jun kept playing with them, anyway Taro was always the calm one, and maybe he didn’t feel like playing.
Jun could catch Taro’s and Sabotarou’s attention with a fake chicken that made a horrible sound each time they press it. Jun would throw it and both of them would run, catch it and bring it back to Jun.
By the third run, Taro suddenly stopped and fell in the floor. “TARO!” Jun ran and reached his dog in no time.
He was unconscious. Jun move him but there was no response. Sabotarou smelled and bit his friend’s ears, but there was no response. Jun kept calling his name, touching him, trying to bring him back to consciousness. “Matsumoto-san move!” Jun jolted and was pushed away by Sonoda. She sat in the floor next to the dog and sank her hands in between Tarous back legs. She posed her index and middle finger on his inner thigh and kept them there for a couple of second “There’s no pulse…here, call your vet, tell him what happened” Miyako passed him her cell phone and Jun grabbed it with shaking hands. Thank god he knew the number by memory. Meanwhile, he saw how Miyako rearrange next to the dog and started the compressions in Tarou’s chest. “Tottori vet clinic, how can we help you?”
“Tottori-san, is Matsumoto, my dog fade, he has no pulse and is not breathing”
“Matsumoto-san, you know how to apply CPR?”
“No, but someone is already doing it”
“Ok, 10 compressions per breath of air, after one minute check his pulse, I’ll be there in 5 minutes” (1) Jun was leaved with the bip of the phone a bit clueless “What did he said?” Miyako’s took him out of his stupor. She was still applying compressions, and breathing through Tarou’s nose once in a while “He will be here in 5 minutes”
“Good, he will be breathing by then” Jun stood next to her, not knowing what to do, but admiring Miyako’s decision. Sabotarou sat next to him, and stared at Miyako with his ears up, whimpering. Jun could hear her mutter a ‘Come on boy’ as she kept applying CPR with a synchronized rhythm. Jun was in charge of the time, Miyako shut at him ‘check the time!’ when she saw him with his arms resting on top of his legs.
Three minutes passed. Each time a minute passed, Miyako would check Tarou’s pulse. Nothing yet. She kept pressing, her voice wasn’t a whisper anymore, she screamed at Taro, asking him to come back. “4 minutes” Jun said, and Miyako checked Taro’s breathe again “He is breathing!” She checked his pulse and smile at Jun “The pulse is back” So did Jun’s. “Matsumoto-san!” Both of them looked at the guy who was running across the garden in their direction. Miyako took the lead. “He fade meanwhile playing, he had no pulse and he wasn’t breathing. I applied CPR for four minutes until he started breathing”
“Good job, let’s take him to the clinic” Jun and the vet took Tarou in their arms and Miyako stayed in the garden, holding Sabotarou, who insisted in follow them.
She never imagine that her direct ticket to Jun’s right side will come from such a humble existence as a dog.
She was cleaning the library when she saw it happen. Matsumoto running until he reached his beloved dog, desperate, trying to get a response from him. Her body responded immediately. She ran towards Taro, dropping in her knees so she could help him.
It was an old jail companion in North Korea who taught her how to do it. And it stayed in her mind. She always wanted to have a dog, in the future, when retirement was her only option.
Matsumoto spend the night at the clinic. Everyone’s mood at home changed. Both from worry towards their boss and his dog. Both of them were really loved, Miyako already knew that. The rest of the staff thank her for the help she gave, but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Saving the life of such a precious creature was an instinct of her, not a duty. It didn’t matter who’s dog it was, she had to help Taro.
But it brought her good results. So why think so much about it? So it be.
Matsumoto arrived the next afternoon and found Miyako cleaning the windows of his office. He looked tired and worried. Dark circles framed his eyes and his clothes were full of wrinkles. Miyako went down the chair that helped her reach the high part of the windows and stood in front of him “Matsumoto-san, how’s Taro?” Miyako took a step back when Matsumoto did nothing but bow. His head almost knocking the floor “Miyako-san, thank you so much for saving Taro’s life, the vet said that without your CPR Taro wouldn’t have make it. I can’t thank you enough, I own you so much”
A dark grin broke Miyako’s face.
March 25th to March 26th
Matsumoto woke up by the sudden landing of a heavy weight on his bed. In front of his eyes there was Nino, dress in shorts and a t-shirt “I’m sorry to interrupt your sleep, especially after what happened, but we need to hold a reunion. Murakami called. He wants more of that new meth. He got us new contacts at Ueno and one in Osaka. So we need to re-arrange some of our guys. Also, I already got in contact with the American guy and he will send us a bigger shipment tomorrow. It would be here in two days.”
“Ok, I just caught half of the things you say, but I have to get up, I understand that much…thanks for taking care of the commission”
“No worries, I’ll go have breakfast…by the way, Miyako-chan? Where is she?”
“Is SAN, and she must be having breakfast with the staff”
“After she safe your son, did you fell in love with her or something?” Jun disappeared behind the bathroom door giving Ninomiya the middle finger.
Everybody was ready to start working on their chores when Matsumoto appeared in the kitchen, already up. “At 1 o’clock, I need all of you here in the kitchen. We will held a meeting and we will be probably over by 3 or 4 o’clock….sorry for the bother” No one asked anything. Everybody nodded and started working.
Miyako was left dumbfounded. She asked Momi-san why. Her only answer was “It’s his way to protect us, so there aren’t witnesses” She said nothing more and left Miyako standing in the middle of the kitchen. There Miyako understood something that had been going around her mind for a while.
Everyone knew that what Matsumoto did wasn’t exactly feed the poor. They knew it. And still, they accepted it. It was as if they were under some kind of Stockholm syndrome.
March 27th to March 29th
Before leaving the household that night. Miyako needed to try something. If Matsumoto already trust her, he could at least tell her what was going on there. She already knew it. That was for granted. But hearing it from his mouth could be a good thing for the investigation.
She turned on the recording system in his computer and went to Matsumoto’s office. She knocked the door, identifying herself, and Matsumoto let her in.
He was sitting behind his desk, drinking from a glass of water. The smile he gave her make her feel a bit sure about what she was about to do. She spoke first “Boss, I will like to talk about something, it will be short” Jun adopted a serious stare, stiffing his position. He saw this coming. “Go ahead then” Miyako kept standing, even after Jun invited her to seat. After a long pause, she finally asked “What business you have here?” She had Jun under a watchful eye. Looking for any sign that could tell her something. “Why do you ask?”
“Some things are suspicious…and I want to know the dangers around me”
“For you there are no dangers, that I can promise” She tried to act more relaxed, as if Jun’s words could calm her “Then what it is you…”
“Miyako-san… ignorance is bliss, that’s my way to protect you as you work under my roof” Miyako could understand Matsumoto’s tone. No more questions allowed.
She muttered an ‘understood’, bowed and leaved the office.
“So, Sonoda, what do you want me to do with all the information you got the other day from Matsumoto’s meeting?” Sho’s voice was full of irony. Since Miyako refer to him as an idiot Sho took that attitude, and Miyako didn’t fall for it. “I want you guys to investigate every name that appeared there. Anything that called your attention, investigate it. With a low profile of course” Miyako could hear Aiba’s keyboard in some place of his lab, probably writing down Miyako’s directions. “Aiba-kun! Come in front of the camera for a while please?” Sho moved from his seat giving Aiba some space. “Aiba, I need some new gadgets. Lately Matsumoto had spent a lot of time talking on the phone, do you have something that could let me hear what is going on there?”
“I think…I do, but Miyako-chan…Matsumoto’s house has some kind of antenna that provides a shield, so no one can intercept his phone line”
“I know, but from the outside, what about the inside?” Aiba shrugged his shoulders and started searching for something in his computer. Miyako went to the kitchen, fetch herself some pizza for breakfast and came back to her seat. Aiba was still looking for something in his computer, with Sho looking over his shoulder. “HERE! I found something! RFTS, that’s the gadget you need”
“I’ll go ask for it, Sonoda, it will be there by the afternoon”
“Ok, thanks boss” Sho disappeared from her screen, leaving only Aiba, who waited until Sho disappeared from the room. “Miyako-chan, the other day the big boss came talk to Sakurai-san, asking for news about your mission”
“So?”
“Sakurai-kun had a little quarrel with him… She always does a perfect job!, he said, I don’t see why this sudden hurry!… He was quite mad” Miyako munched his pizza feeling quite grateful towards her boss. She always appreciated when someone defended her. Specially her boss. “Still, this was sort of an easy mission…is taking you a while…you should start using the big weapons, If you know what I mean”
“Shut the fuck up Aiba, I’m leaving, talk to you later” Miyako unplugged the computer and kicked the trashcan next to her desk.
She already knew that. She had to hurry up. But Matsumoto’s business was a fortress, and it had all the necessary things to stay like that. Very few people involved, no digital register, loyal co-workers, and people inside the police and inside the government. She was so wrong when she thought that this could be an easy mission.
March 30th to April 1th
Miyako’s new toy was a dispositive call RFTS (Random frequency tracking system). The system was quite simple, it will capture every single call in a ratio that could be adapted by the user. In big investigation it could be very chaotic, a voice recognition system will be needed, and probably a team of 30 people that will sit there and listen to the calls, searching for the voice or conversation they are looking for. But since she was inside the house, and 15 meters away from Matsumoto’s office, she only needed an antenna with a reach of 20 meters. And the voice recognition was quite easy when only two people will talk at the same time under that roof.
But she couldn’t be stuck to her computer all the time waiting for a call, so she leaved the MacBook on and recording. Later Aiba or Ohno will have the trouble of edit the recordings.
Jun knew himself well enough to know that he was staring Miyako too much. He was expectant until another of her skills could come to the surface. Also, he found himself incredible curious about what he could found under her skirt. Since the beginning she has been wearing long skirts that only showed her ankles and with the record he had about her, she was someone who worked out, so why hiding her legs.
At the end of the day a man is a man, he thought. And thinking about something couldn’t kill. “Sabotarou, maybe I should go visit Sara” The dog looked at him from the other side of the window with a stare that looked like a ‘whatever’. Jun was about to get up and get ready but a knock on his door stopped him. “Come in”
“Matsumoto-san, I’m going to clean the books”
“Sure, go ahead” Miyako looked a bit lost, questioning Jun with her eyes “You will stay here?” Jun only nodded. She smiled at him briefly and got in.
Miyako was silent. Too silent. Once in a while Jun had to look up from his book to check if Miyako was still there. And she was. It took her three hours cleaning the first shelf. Skilfully she would get on top of a chair so she could reach the higher ledge. And Jun gave a guilty, yet appreciative stare at her figure. He couldn’t get too much. Only the clear line of her waist, highlighted by her apron, and the obvious length of her legs “Matsumoto-san, I quit my last job for this kind of things” Jun knew immediately what she meant. Denied it was useless. So he only apologized. “Ok, just…try not to do that again”
“Sure, I’m very sorry…may I change the subject?” Miyako nodded and started cleaning the other shelf. “You like reading Miyako-san?”
“I do” Short answers made Jun anxious…and curious. “What kind of books?”
“Spy novels, thrillers and…poetry” Jun smiled, a bit less anxious, but more curious. “I have a lot of book like that, feel free to take them with you anytime you need it”
“Thank you sir”
“What kind of poetry you like?” Miyako pursed her lips in a way that could be described as adorable, way too adorable. “I like Japanese poetry…but I prefer Latin American writers”
“The bad thing is that because of the translation, you lose a lot of the meaning” Miyako grinned as she started doing her work “That’s why I read them in their original language”
He was screwed. Damn, he had a thing for smart girl.
Some guys liked big boobs, some other had a thing for big butts. Jun had a thing for big brains. And bilingual brains were even better.
Matsumoto took the first step. Miyako felt as getting in her knees and thank god. Not that she believed on him, but she had to thank someone for that change of events.
Just when she was thinking about hurry up things, Matsumoto decides to stay there meanwhile she cleaned the library. That was FOR SURE some kind of kink. And then she finds him looking at her from behind his book, his eyes squinting. She had two options. Let it happen and later take advantage of it. Or face him, stopping him with some prude attitude. She went for the second one. She remembered reading something in Jun’s profile. Something like ‘He likes straightforward attitudes’.
Then he started asking about her book preferences. And she answered quite honestly. Reading was a good way to stay away from headaches in the middle of missions, so she always hid a copy of some favourite book next to her bullets. Matsumoto kept asking questions, showing interest, which amused her.
Aiba would have to shut his mouth. Miyako now had a short time goal.
By the end of the week, she would had Matsumoto eating from her hand.
Hopefully.
The next day, after a day of work, she locked herself in her room. With the curtains closed and only the dim light of the computer screen. She was checking some recordings, labelling them with the dates an hours. After finishing that, she checked the microphones. Looking for some late night activities. The ones from the office registered nothing. When she checked the ones from the library she only perceived the noise of light steps. Then some books falling and lastly a high pitch noise than made her jump and took off the headphones.
The microphone. That noise was familiar to her. Coupler. The most probably reason; it fell from where it was hidden.
She got up from her bed and opened the door looking outside her room. All her neighbours were sleeping and all the lights were off. She walked outside her room, across the hallway and the kitchen. In her tiptoes, carefully, making no sound. All the other rooms were dark. And from Matsumoto’s room he could hear the shower running. Hopefully he didn’t hear the noise. When she reached the library she got scared for half a second when she saw something moving in the dark. She turned on the light and could only see the tail of a cat going out through an open window. In the floor a couple of book and the bible that she used to hide the microphone. She lift it from the floor and found the little black thing under it, shattered in several pieces. “Fucking Christ” She cursed under her breath. She hid the little pieces in the pockets of her pants and started picking up the books from the floor. Once she was ready to leave, someone called her name. “Miyako-san?” Fuck. Miyako shoot her eyes closed, organizing the ideas in her mind. She pulled off a calm expression and turned around, meeting Matsumoto’s questioning eyes. “Sir, I’m sorry…I just came here looking for a book, I was having a bit of trouble sleeping, and I already finished all the books I brought…sorry If I bothered you”
“No, please, go ahead, pick whatever you want” Matsumoto crossed her arms and walked closer, standing behind her. She got nervous, he hated that feeling, so she grabbed the first book she saw in front of her. An old version of Sherlock Holmes. “A classic” Jun said, and Miyako heard it to close to her ear. “Yeah, never too old, now If you excuse me” Miyako got ready to leave but Matsumoto called her name again “Miyako-san, tomorrow I need you to accompany me to the shrine. I need to deliver some donations for next week’s matsuri”
“Of course sir, whatever you need” Matsumoto slightly bowed at her, she respond with a similar bow and finally walked outside the room.
A triumphant smile crossed her face once she was finally back at her room.
April 2nd to Abril 3th
The art of seduction consisted in find the weak points of the human been. And Matsumoto’s was quite clear. The man was full of repentance and guilt. Miyako could tell by the way he pried at the shrine. And how familiar the priest was with him. She has seen it before. Man that did bad, begging to god to forgive them.
She skipped the prying thing telling Matsumoto that she didn’t believe in anything, only herself. That brought a smile to his face, and Miyako knew she did well. She didn’t talk that much when they drove to the shrine. Matsumoto tried to bring a subject of conversation, but she only gave him short answers, giving very little information. Every answer brought another question, but only superficial subjects. He asked once about her family, to what Miyako only answer with the truth that Aiba had prepared for her. Both parents dead, no siblings and no grandparents. No family at all. That was easier to fake. A couple of death records, no necessity of hiring actors. Jun didn’t asked how her parents died, so she didn’t had to keep lying.
She remembered that Matsumoto was an orphan. Maybe that’s why Aiba decided to make her an orphan too. How Matsumoto’s parents died was clearly explained in Aiba’s report. Car accident. It was a pretty horrible accident for what she could see in the pictures. Matsumoto was left with no family, and a small heritage.
She felt a little bit bad for him.
But if Matsumoto’s weakness was repentance and guilt she needed to find a way to tell him something like ‘It’s alright, you are a good guy’. The how was the tricky part.
How could she make him believe that she understood his situation and gain his trust, when she supposedly didn’t know what Matsumoto’s situation was?
And the guy was so careful that it was impossible for her to find something by accident. Miyako sighed and asked god for a cigarette. She blamed the strong smell of incense. “Miyako-san? I think I’m ready, sorry to interrupt your sleep” Miyako opened her eyes and stared at Matsumoto with a frown “I wasn’t sleeping, just enjoying the smell of the incense” As soon as her words leaved her lips, she realized how rude she sounded. She wanted to apologize, but Matsumoto only smiled and sat next to her, not looking angry at all towards his employee. “Maybe we should grab something to eat at the…just a minute” Matsumoto’s cell phone rang inside the pocket of his kimono, and as soon as he saw the screen he got up and walked some good 5 meters away from her. Having the RFTS now would have been very useful. He spoke two short minutes and walked back where Miyako was, obviously worried. “We have to leave, come on” Miyako didn’t ask a thing, only followed obediently and got in to the car.
Matsumoto walked inside the backroom of a bar in Ginza flanked by two of his guys. His frown stayed deep and dark, and his crossed arms gave away a not very friendly look.
Inside the room were two guys, standing next to the window. One of them tall, built and with a frown as deep as Jun’s. The other one was as tall as his companion, but less built, and his brows were raised in worry. “Good afternoon gentleman’s” Both of them stared at Jun and only one of them walked in his direction “Matsumoto-san, long time no see”
“Is nice to see you again Tannai-san, sadly, under this circumstances” Jun shook Tannai’s hand and posed his hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile.
Tannai was Jun’s eyes and ears in the police department of Ginza. A single man in his early 40ths, with a love for money but not so much love towards his work. Jun got to have him on his side thank to a very good monthly pay. It really worth it though, Ginza was the place with more costumers, and if any weird rumour about him started going around the police station, Tannai would make it disappear. And the call Jun got hours ago was Tannai doing is job. “This is Shudo, works at the department, and don’t ask me how, but he had proofs about your business. I already confiscated them, but he is ready to talk” Matsumoto walked toward Shudo and bowed at him. The guy didn’t answer, but looked quite dumbfounded. “Shudo-san, please sit down, let’s have nice talk…sit down, please” Jun ended giving an order when he saw that Shudo had no intention to seat down. “Shudo-san, I’m very curious, how did you found out about my business?” The man did not attend to answer “Shudo-san?” No answer “Shudo! Talk, I’m warning you!” Tannai’s voice sounded less friendly. Jun said nothing, but saw how Shudo’s head lowered. “Did someone said something to you? Someone from inside my group? Maybe a costumer?” No answer. “Let me see, if you put together all that information by yourself you must have a strong reason to investigate me…you’re a cop, but this is beyond duty right?” He nodded, but didn’t look at Jun. “Beyond duty uh?...revenge?” Shudo got up from his seat and tried to reach Matsumoto, but immediately he had two guys bringing him back to his seat by the shoulders. His attitude showed Jun that was the reason. Revenge. “Did I do something to someone close to you?”
“You did”
“Please tell me” Shudo’s stare made Jun feel sick. A strong nausea hit him when he saw the hate in his eyes. “You fucking bastard killed my brother” Jun went through all the people he had to make disappear, but there was no memory of a Shudo. “I didn’t”
“You did, my brother died with a syringe in his arm, weighing 25 kilos and with nothing more than a blanket and a bag of crystal meth…I did some research, and his dealer bought the drugs to you” Jun swallowed that feeling that was building in his throat and adopted the cynic attitude he needed to show in this kind of situations. “So, in your head…I’m the one who killed your brother”
“You did fucking bastard”
“I see, and tell me, how is that your brother reached that situation? 25 kilos? And you didn’t realized he had a problem?” Shudo didn’t answered “He was clearly addicted, but let’s take a minute to think about how he reached that state…tell me Shudo, why you let that happen?”
“Don’t try to…”
“I will, you are blaming me for something…that I didn’t do! I have to defend myself. I did not kill your brother, you didn’t kill your brother, he killed himself…although I cannot deny that you should have done something to stop it” Shudo tried to move from his seat, but Jun’s guys didn’t allowed him. “We did!”
“What, you guys told him to stop doing drugs, put him in to rehab and what? Let the doctors do their magic?”
“He was a normal kid! He was a smart kid! A happy kid!”
“Was he?...Shudo-san, was your brother a happy kid?...” Jun stared at the man, who now looked a lot less angry. His face was now crossed by pain. Sudden realisation maybe.
Jun exhaled a long sigh and rested is arms on top of the table “So, this is what is going to happen. I know that you still have copies of all the proof against me, and we have your testimony, which I think, can bring me some kind of trouble…I don’t like trouble…I know how to fight trouble, so I know how to fight you” Tannai walked next to Jun and leaved a folder on his hands. Jun opened, looked at it for a while and then stared at Shudo “Two daughters?...” Shudo reacted as electrified, the two guys holding him could barely hold him “Don’t touch my girls!”
“I will never…but what about Ritsuko…your wife”
“Stay away from them!” Jun stood up, took the folder with him and stood next to Shudo, but didn’t look at him “I will, If you don’t mess with me” Shudo nodded and whispered an ‘understood’.
That was it. Jun walked outside the room. Tannai and his guys will now what to do.
No deaths. Hopefully.
Miyako took advantage of Matsumoto’s absence. He called the house saying he would be back late. And since everyone were in the living room watching TV, she walked across the garden and got in to Jun’s room with two microphones in her pockets.
She had already installed one under Jun’s bed. Maybe the acoustic wouldn’t be too good, but at least she knew Matsumoto wouldn’t stick his head under his bed.
For the second microphone she still wasn’t very sure about where to put it. One option was a small architectonic detail on top of Matsumoto’s bed…but it was too small, a small movement could drop the gadget. The other option was the ceiling lamp, which it was a very good place, but it was pretty high and she would need a stair, maybe two meters, doing it by herself would be almost impossible.
Just when a third place appeared in her sight, the room’s door was being open. She hid the microphone in her pocket, and waited for whoever was getting inside.
Her stare met Matsumoto’s, and no excuse came to her mind. “Sir…”
“Don’t say a word” Matsumoto walked, until he was close, too close to her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her on top of the bed. Miyako just let it happen. Jun didn’t look mad, but there was something in his stare. “Take off your sweater”
“Excuse me sir?”
“You hear me, do it” Miyako thought about resist, but her guts tell her not to do it. She met Jun’s eyes again and she understood what Jun thought she was doing there.
And it was all a misunderstanding.
A useful misunderstanding.
This wasn’t going to be the first nor the last time that she will need to do this for a mission.
TBC
(1) Dog's CPR