Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or any of it's characters. Not that I wouldn't love to.
It was just a simple white envelope, among several others on his desk. There was nothing particularly remarkable about it. There was certainly nothing remotely threatening about it, and yet Tohma Seguchi found himself reluctant to open it.
He picked it up, and felt his heart begin to beat a little faster as he examined the front of it. It was addressed to him, with the word 'Personal' handwritten in large black letters along the bottom. There was no return address, and oddly no postmark to indicate where it had come from. Tohma's sense of foreboding increased even as curiosity took hold of him, and his hand shook a little as he pulled a silver letter opener from his desk drawer.
He took a deep, steadying breath, carefully slit the top of the envelope, and opened it. There were pictures inside. He spilled them out onto his desk, and closed his eyes as his heart stopped for just a second.
Taking another deep breath, fighting to maintain control of his emotions, he opened his eyes and looked at the pictures again. It wasn't what was happening in the pictures that shocked him. Two people engaging in sex acts wasn't something he saw a lot of, but the acts themselves were nothing unusual. He indulged in them himself on a regular basis. The couple pictured didn't shock him, either, though he hadn't known that they were involved in that way and would never have imagined that they might be. That was part of what was causing his head to feel as if it might explode at any moment. That he hadn't known. He, who prided himself on knowing everything about everyone around him, whether they thought he needed to or not, had not known that these two were sleeping together. He'd never even suspected. That's how well they'd managed to hide it from him. The icing on the cake was that someone else had known. Someone had gotten close enough to take pictures, and that someone had sent them to him. Why? And who else might they have sent them to? The consequences of these pictures being seen by the general public could be disastrous. It didn't bear thinking about, and yet it was suddenly very much on his mind. First things first, however. There was someone he needed to speak to immediately.
Picking up his cell phone, he fired off a rapid text message, and sat back in his leather chair to await a response. It came five minutes later, in the form of K, who entered without knocking, as he'd been instructed.
Tohma motioned for him to come around to his side of the desk, and slid the pictures over a bit so that K could see them more easily. The American stared at them for a long moment, and then turned to his boss. "Where did you get these?" he asked.
"Never mind where I got them," Tohma said. "That's not important right now."
K raised an eyebrow, remaining silent as he glanced at the pictures once more before turning his cool blue gaze back to Tohma.
"What I'd like to discuss right now, K-San, is why you never saw fit to mention that you were fucking my wife."
K laughed softly, reaching out to run his hand lightly over Tohma's flushed cheek. "I didn't tell her I was fucking you, either. Should I have"?