Info Chan's POV

          A buzz emerging from my phone grabbed my attention away from my computer. I picked up the phone as I realized who was texting me. Yandere Chan...The words echoed in my head, and it was constant. I don't think much of my thoughts, just others'. I don't care how I look, nobody ever sees me anyways. I mean, when you deal information for panty shots, people don't bother to talk to you. Then again, I'm not very sociable. I looked at the picture she sent me, and I responded with "Good job, now I have a picture of Museme Ronshaku's panties.". 

          I wonder, what brought me to her? I don't recall her texting me first...I mean, if anyone texts me first, they can just kiss their luck goodbye. I choose my clients, and I choose them carefully. There's one reason why. Their was one girl, I had my info on my contact page. She ratted me out, and everyone almost believed her. That's why my information page is nothing but static and unable to read. Well, I need to get back to what I was doing. Hacking the school's firewall. When I hack it, I'll get ALL the information on teachers, staff, etc. 

          One Hour Later

          What?! I've been at this for hours! How've I not been able to do this yet?! Maybe...maybe if I...and...yes! I got it! Finally, it's been forever. It was my last resort, and I don't use it often. I mean, I like a challenge, not something easy. What time is it anyways? Oh, only one in the morning. New record, putting that down. Uh, maybe Yan-Chan is awake. I picked up my phone, and looked at her contact. I started to message her, saying "Hello.". She soon after responded with a "What's up?". Funny, she usually doesn't respond. "Nothing much, what about you?" I question the girl. "Same here." She sent me a selfie of herself sitting on her bed, with her bedside table right beside her. She was wearing a gray top with gray shorts, each of which had blue stripes on them. 

          I could feel my cheeks heat up slightly, but I brushed it off. I didn't think much of her. I sent her a photo that was entirely dark, nothing but darkness. She texted me back with "lol." I'm sure she was being sarcastic, deemed she doesn't show emotion, except love, anger, and happiness, right? I think she'd love her Senpai more than anything. Maybe she'd appreciate some love from someone, I mean, I'm guessing her parents weren't there all her life. I know she's never been in a relationship but that's my guess.

          I looked over my shoulder, glancing over at a picture of me and my family. I don't know how I'm related to any of them. All of them have moved away, leaving me here. They moved to gather more information, and become information dealers for big money. My parents transfer money every now and then, just to make sure I get by. They're good to me. 

   Yandere Chan's POV

          I looked back at our old messages, seeing how much we've become "friends" more than business partners. It made me...happy. I only felt this way around Senpai, but I'm feeling it now. Maybe...I'm becoming normal. If I am, oh, okay. I like the way she made me feel, she made me feel happy. Every time she would call, the words she spoke would just flow. It made me feel...the way I did around my Senpai. 

          I thought about asking her to send me a selfie, and I did. "Send me a selfie." I texted back. To my request, she texted back "Not until you give me a panty shot~". I don't have any she doesn't have...darn. "Not fair, I don't have access to panty shots!" I responded. "I have an idea, but you probably already know what it is." 

          "Just send it." I texted. My phone buzzed, she was calling. I let it ring twice and then picked up. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello~" She responded. Her voice melted my mind, as if each word she would say would rattle my mind. Nothing but a clear voice. I could feel my cheeks heat up slightly, me soon to be stumbling on my words. And, I did, just as I predicted. "Uh, m-n-nothing much. I-I mean, uh, hi...". "Hehe~ Nervous, ey? I don't blame you, people always get nervous around me." The words flowed like a river. So clear, so...so friendly, yet oddly harmful. I knew if I talked any longer...I'd get myself into trouble...but I was so down for it...