As Yong-Soo stared at the Brit, it seems Gilbert, or rather Info Guy as he prefers, had a sixth sense and texted him.

Info Guy: So, what ya need?

Yong-Soo: Got anything I can use against him? Info, secrets…?

Info Guy: Hold ya horses. The awesome me can only do so much. Remember the app I had you install on your phone?

Yong-Soo: The one that holds student info? The illegal app?

Info Guy: Let's not waste time on specifics, ya? If you want me to send the info, you need to first get a clear picture of the other student's face. That way it can hold the information, otherwise me giving you information is pointless.

Yong-Soo rolled his eyes. Why am I even asking for this pervert's help?

Yong-Soo: It's probably more for your perverted schemes, but whatever. So just get a picture of them, right?

Info Guy: A clear picture. But…

Yong-Soo: What's the catch?

Info Guy: Not necessarily a catch for me. It's that you being a nobody at school, no offense, well… It's a little weird that some random person would take your picture without permission, right? Your reputation would suffer a bit, and if you are taking a picture of everyone, that would raise suspicion, right?

Yong-Soo: So why don't I do it in secret without them knowing?

Info Guy: You could do that, but it won't be guaranteed and it would be much more difficult to get a clear shot. I'd recommend joining the Photography Club to make it much easier. They get to take pictures of everything, and they tend to stick together in a group. Let's say, murders or dead bodies start happening or appearing around the school, they would stalk people and it would be harder to get away with certain things, but they would never in their right mind think the murderer was one of their own. Though if you leave you won't be able to join the club again. So if you want to stick to trying your luck and join a different club later that's fine.

Yong-Soo thought for a moment. That would make things easier right now. Though would it help in the long run, he didn't quite know.

Yong-Soo: I'll try my luck.

Info Guy: Alright. Oh, one other thing, sometimes you might be able to find a weak point for that Brit through other students, don't be afraid to snoop around.

He rolled his eyes, really only skimming the texts for anything of use. He pocketed his phone and began walking around, casually making his way towards Alfred and Arthur. He made his way to the school's inner courtyard where the two blondes were. He sat underneath a tree and held his phone resting on his knees, making it look like he was watching a video. He set up the camera and aimed it at Arthur's face. He quickly darted his eyes around to make sure no one was watching him before snapping the picture. He analyzed the photo to see if it was clear enough and sent it to Gilbert. His phone buzzed seconds later.

Info Guy: Not bad for a first try, kesesese! Take a look at the Student Info.

Yong-Soo opened the Student Info app and noticed two slots had already been filled, other than Arthur's picture. One being Gilbert, or at least a silhouetted picture of him, and Alfred. He chuckled lightly to himself at both the egotistical nature of the albino for putting his own picture in there and for already supplying a picture of his dear Alfred. He clicked on Arthur's portrait and it opened up a larger picture of the student and some info, such as what class he was in, age, height, weight, clubs he was involved in, and a section for other information for which, he assumed, would be the dirt he needed. It was mostly empty, except with a few question marks for some, and at the top was a reputation bar, for which he questioned.

Yong-Soo: Why is there a reputation bar and why isn't the information showing up?

Info Guy: Well, I'd imagine you wouldn't kill everyone, right? I know your Alfred has quite the good guy complex, so he won't date anyone that has a low reputation. After years of calculating, I've set up a scale for easy understanding. The point where he won't accept someone's confession is -100. Though bullying will start at -50, you know like placing a flower on their desk even though they are alive, rejecting them from social circles. The heavy bullying will begin at the same time as the rejection, like writing on people's desk, telling them to die, the works. It's not necessary, but I know from experience that when someone's reputation is about -150, they would commit suicide.

As for the information, like I said, you could buy information from me for panty shots, or you could stalk Arthur and input any new and useful information yourself. I can supply casual information about anyone other than Arthur, or whoever you deem as a target. Like I said, I'm not exactly your friend, I'm just a supplier.

Yong-Soo sighed, not fully knowing how much work was going to need to be done. But as he looked at his Alfred smiling and laughing, he felt he didn't care how much work it was. It was all for him.

-7:30 Monday-

Yong-Soo had spent a good half hour trying to take as many pictures as he could, having gotten quite a few students, one of which peaked his interest. A certain Afonso Almada, a Portuguese student, has in his info as a confident of Arthur. One who he would share secrets with…hm. I should keep an eye on those two.

He was on the rooftop, having exhausted himself running around, and so happened to look down to notice Alfred and Arthur walking to the front of the school to chat, just under where he was leaning on the railing. He could barely make out what they were saying, being about three floors above them.

"Alfred, this is really, really important. Can you please be serious right now?" Arthur seemed to be scowling at the American.

The possessiveness in the Korean snapped to attention at those words, and looked over across from him to see a sink, a bucket, and a mop. He decided, with a sadistic smirk, that while he decided what exactly to do with the Brit, that he would do whatever it takes to keep them apart. He quickly filled the bucket with water and aimed it directly over Arthur, so that Alfred wouldn't get hit, and dumped the water over the edge. Just as quickly, he tucked the bucket and mop away and out of sight and pretended to be on his phone listening to music, even though it was silent. He heard the splash and squeak from the people below, grinning at his success.

He pretended not to hear the string of curses coming from the Brit directed at him. He pretended he just heard him and made it clear to anyone that he had ear buds in and pulled them out, looking below.

"About damn time you heard me! What was that for!?" Arthur yelled up at him.

Feigning innocence, he yelled down, "What do you mean?"

He grinned to himself seeing Arthur get red with anger from down below, "You know very well what you did! You threw water on me!"

He acted to be angry, "That wasn't me!"

Arthur cockily shouted back, "I highly doubt that! You're the only one up there!"

Having not thought this through, Yong-Soo came up with the best excuse he could muster, "There was a student that was cleaning up here! She must have just dumped the water without seeing anyone when I came up!"

"That's bull shit!" Arthur roared up at him.

"If you want to see for yourself come look! I've gotten nothing to hide!" He yelled down out of instinct.

"I sure damn well will!" Arthur trudged off to the locker rooms, probably to change, and he could imagine the angry Brit was going to come up as soon as he could.

Noting Alfred left to follow hastily after Arthur, Yong-Soo quickly turned back to the rooftop. No one else had seen what happened, and the bucket was tucked away under some ventilation so as to not be seen. The sink didn't look tampered with and he didn't have water on himself. Fully knowing he was clear, he casually sat back against the railing waiting for the confrontation with the Brit.

Within a few minutes, he saw Arthur, followed closely by Alfred who was trying to calm the other down, speed walking right to him. Arthur grabbed him by the tie and yanked him closer, "Listen here you pest! I know it was you!"

"Arthur! Calm down! Would you just look for a second! There's nothing here!" Alfred yelled at the smaller blonde and tried prying the other's hand out of the Korean's tie.

Arthur looked around in anger, which slowly dissipated as he saw no evidence. Coincidentally, over not too far off, Lili Zwingli had walked over with a heavy bucket filled with water and tripped, spilling the water over the edge and onto another student below, right in front of the three. Arthur slowly let go of Yong-Soo upon the realization.

"See? I didn't do shit!" Yong-Soo still spat out angrily.

"Geez Arthur, can you please just stop it! Like I said it was probably just an accident and look, it was even his fault! I'm getting sick and tired of having to break up misunderstandings between you and other students!" Alfred groaned to the other blonde.

Arthur just let go entirely and muttered an apology. In Yong-Soo's mind, he held an evil grin. Strike one for Kirkland. Score one for me. Quite convenient for her to show up at that time... and tripping, that could come in handy.

Arthur had meanwhile walked away, like a dog with his tail between his legs, leaving Alfred and him alone. Alfred looked at him and a realization dawned on him, "Hey, you're that guy I ran into in the streets. Yong-Soo, right?"

Yong-Soo's heart skipped a beat upon realizing Alfred was talking to him. He stuttered out a response as best as he could, meanwhile thinking: Don't mess this up!

"Ah, well, yeah. That was me." He thought to himself: Really? That was the best you could think of!?

"Hey, don't take it personally. Arthur's like that with a lot of people. He seems to rub the wrong way with everyone, but he is a decent guy once you get to know him." Alfred consoled.

Yong-Soo rubbed the back of his head, "I-I guess."

Alfred quirked his eyebrow at the odd behavior, but laughed it off saying, "You really are a shy guy aren't you?"

Yong-Soo blushed, which he hoped went unnoticed, and stuttered out, "I-I'm not shy! It's just… just…"

He mentally kicked himself for not coming up with an excuse, but Alfred laughed, "So what I saw was when a bear gets poked too much?"

Yong-Soo huffed, "Well I wasn't going to admit to something I didn't do and be called a liar."

Alfred chuckled, "I get it. You just seem like…"

Yong-Soo curiously looked at him, "Like what?"

Alfred leaned against one of the walls supporting the nearby clock tower on the school, "You know, you seem like one of those kids whose parents just send to a public school and you didn't know how to socialize with others."

Yong-Soo's mind went blank at the accusation. Do I really act like that?

"I-It's not that. I mean… my parents are away for a while." He didn't know why he was saying this.

"How so?" Alfred looked up from his feet to look directly at Yong-Soo, causing the Korean to mentally freak out.

"W-Well, my parents are… overseas for 10 weeks."

"Eh!? They just left you behind? Do you even have siblings to keep you company? Any money to take care of yourself?" It seemed Alfred had never even heard of that concept.

"No, no, I'm fine money wise. I do have a twin, but he's been studying abroad for the past year. He won't be back until… I think after the 9th week of school."

"Really? Why did they get to go abroad and you didn't?" Alfred seemed genuinely curious about his home life, which both pleased and scared Yong-Soo that he was getting so close to him already.

"Well, we both tried to go together. He got accepted and I didn't. I told him to take the opportunity, but he really didn't want to leave me."

"You don't seem all that affected by him leaving." Alfred quirked his eyebrow.

Yong-Soo sighed, knowing he was going to have to partially lie his way through, "I am, and I am not. It's… kind of like I took his presence for granted while he was around. I just… didn't really understand how much I missed him until he left…. We used to do everything together."

Yong-Soo trailed off into his thoughts. Thinking back on it, yes he did act around his twin like they were close, not that it was hard for the other to think that way, but in a way, was he really not attached to him at all? Did he really feel nothing when the other would look out for him or try to make him happy? Did he not feel a tiny twang in his heart when he saw his twin leave him at the airport and not come back for a year? Did he not feel upset and saddened when he tried going to sleep knowing his twin wasn't sleeping right beside him?

Did he really feel nothing for twin? Had he really faked everything between them?

He faintly heard Alfred talking to him and snapping his fingers in his face, "Hey, come on snap out of it!"

Yong-Soo shook his head of his thoughts to notice Alfred in front of him. "Huh?"

"You spaced out, dude." Alfred looked at him with worry in his tone.

"Oh…" Yong-Soo noted some students down below starting to go to classes, "Sorry about that."

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. You looked really upset." Alfred pointed to his eyes.

Yong-Soo wiped at one of his eyes and noticed tears. Had I really been crying?

"Sorry," Yong-Soo paused momentarily, "Alfred?"

"Yeah?" Alfred nodded.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Alfred questioned.

"For a lot, I guess. You helped me quite a bit today." Yong-Soo decided to keep it vague; he figured Alfred would get the picture and leave it at that.

Alfred laughed airily, "Ha, I guess so."

A light bell started to chime, signaling for students to go to class.

Yong-Soo was about to leave before Alfred stopped him, "Wait a minute."

Alfred pulled out his phone, "You want to exchange numbers?"

Yong-Soo's face was blank for a few seconds, before it burned a bright red upon realization. Alfred quickly waved his hand, "Not like that! Just if you want to text at all. Like… if you need anyone to talk to at all."

Yong-Soo quickly recomposed himself, mentally kicking himself for getting ahead like that, "Sure. I suppose. Didn't really expect it coming."

Alfred laughed, "Well considering you shared some private information I thought it'd only be fair."

They quickly exchange numbers before Alfred ran off to his class, leaving Yong-Soo to casually walk back to his own, leaving him positively glowing and mentally cheering and fangirling to himself for getting his number.

-8:25 Monday-

He walked into his class and took his seat in the back middle. As he got his work out, two students approached him, one was a female with long brown hair and pink hair accessories, the other a tall Asian boy with brown hair and a deadpan expression that he knew to be Kaoru Wang, the little brother to Yao Wang, the Drama Club President.

"Could we have a moment of your time?" The girl asked sweetly.

He raised an eyebrow, knowing they were asking if he would like to join the Drama Club. "I would have thought the President would be asking around for new recruits instead of his lackeys."

Kaoru chuckled while the girl looked confused, until he responded, "Like, you haven't heard? Yao's been scouted."

Yong-Soo looked surprised, "Is that so? Who's running the club then?"

Kaoru responded, "Like, he's still going to school. He's just won't be coming in until the week after next."

The Chinese boy then gestured to the girl, "This is Mei. She's just moved here from Taipei last week. She's a cousin to Yao."

Mei bowed in turn, still with a bright smile on her face. "I just joined but I thought I'd help Kaoru out with getting recruits."

Yong-Soo nodded, "I'll consider."

Kaoru handed him a form to fill out for later if he decided to join and walked off. Mei gave a thanks and walked back to her seat once the teacher came in.

-1:45 Monday-

Lunch bell had run, having given the students a little over half an hour for lunch. The majority of Yong-Soo's time was spent was secretly stalking Arthur to study his routine. After much snooping, he knows that Arthur tends to spend his mornings socializing until about 7:30 when he goes to the library in his hidden corner. After that, around 8:00, he goes to class and eats lunch either in the cafeteria or in the classroom until class begins again.

He hadn't seen Alfred at all, which slightly saddened him, but he perked up knowing he could text him whenever he wanted.

It was then that he got a text in the middle of class, luckily on vibrate. He secretly pulled it out and read the text, seeing it was from Gilbert.

Info Guy: If you wanted to know, the Drama Club seems like an awesome idea. You get access to a bunch of props and storage trunks! You can get masks, if you want to kill someone, and no one will know who you are… unless one of the students gets brave enough to rip it off your face. In that case I'd avoid the Martial Artists. And you can get gloves so you won't leave fingerprints on any weapons. There are lots of opportunities waiting there.

Yong-Soo decided not to respond, still slightly baffled at the albino's ways of gathering intel and knowing when to give information. Though the Drama Club was starting to appeal a bit more.

-6:30 Monday-

Afternoon classes had ended at 3:30, leaving Yong-Soo to continue stalking Arthur. He almost fell asleep in the library from boredom after following him there. At 5:00 Arthur finally left, and he followed him, taking note that Arthur passed right by a storage room, which Gilbert had dutifully noted would be a good place to kidnap people. Around 5:10, Arthur switched out shoes and walked outside to the Gardening Club, where he was greeted and he enjoyed the various plants and flowers until about 5:30 when he left the school and walked home. Yong-Soo noticed a plot that was meant for planting flowers and a shovel nearby, giving him ideas of how to dispose of a body if need be. He also noticed an ax sitting outside by the shed and a handheld circular saw sitting on one of the shelves, giving him very murderous ideas.

He got home and started making supper for himself. He mostly stuck with microwaveable meals, knowing he wouldn't have time to properly cook during school time. It was then he remembered one time when he and his brother were left to cook for themselves late at night.

~Flashback~

"Mom said they won't be back till later tonight." His brother, Hyung-Soo, stood in the doorway of their shared bedroom.

Yong-Soo was just getting his uniform on, getting stuck in the sweater, "I'm really getting tired of that. Why do they always seem to both be gone? Since when has it ever been just one of them gone and not the other?"

Seeing his brother struggle a little more, he sighed and walked over to him, lightly tapping the younger's head in a silent way of stay still, and helped him put on the uniform properly. He asked, completely ignoring the other's whiny questions, "You still have trouble with this?"

"I can't help it!" Yong-Soo pouted.

Hyung-Soo shook his head at his little brother's childish behavior, having been used to this for years. Yong-Soo then pointed out, imitating his brother earlier, "You still have trouble with your hair?"

Hyung-Soo blushed, "It's fine!"

Yong-Soo laughed, "No it isn't! Admit it, you can't braid your hair to save your life!"

"Hush it!" Hyung-Soo angrily blushed.

Sometime after school, long after straightening out his twin's braid, Yong-Soo had avoided going home. He only acted to be close to his brother, that doesn't mean he liked hanging out with him constantly. He knew deep down that that would hurt his twin more than anything, but he never really consciously thought about the other that often.

He waited till it was almost 8:00 at night, thinking his parents would be home by then. He walked in, not at expecting a very angry twin to greet him.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Hyung-Soo angrily shouted at him.

"Geez, don't you remember? I have afterschool study sessions." Another lie. He was used to lying, never really bothered him.

The older of the two calmed himself, having forgotten about the supposed sessions. "You're still late!"

"So I had to stop to ask a few questions after the sessions. Big deal." Yong-Soo tried walking past the other, but found himself being slammed into the wall.

"Do you realize what could have happened?!" Hyung-Soo gripped his younger brother's shoulders, causing the other to squirm.

"Hyung, that hurts! Stop!" The younger Korean wailed at him and struggled to detach the other.

All of a sudden, Hyung-Soo's grip slackens and he pulls the other into a loose embrace, as if he just broke somewhere inside. "…I just worry. I only worry because I love you so much."

Yong-Soo hesitantly held the other's arms, partially returning the embrace as he didn't quite know how to deal with this situation. "I know… But seriously, I'm fine. I know how to fend for myself."

Hyung-Soo pulled back and crossed his arms giving a lecturing look to his eyes, "Oh really? When did you eat?"

Just before Yong-Soo was about to retort, his stomach grumbled loudly, smothering any sort of comeback forming on his lips.

Hyung-Soo smirked knowingly, "Thought so," and a bell rang from the kitchen, "I'm already preparing dinner."

It was then that Yong-Soo realized his twin was wearing an apron, some spots already being stained. "…huh?"

"What? You thought I would let you go hungry? Let you eat microwave food?" Hyung-Soo spat.

"…Kind of?" Yong-Soo hesitantly said, knowing full well how the other had an absolute disgust for microwavable foods.

"Tch, what kind of brother do you think I am?" Hyung-Soo tutted. "Come on, you're helping."

"What!?"

~End of Flashback~

Yong-Soo played with his food absentmindedly, somewhat losing his appetite. Thinking back, perhaps he had rather enjoyed the moments he and his brother were together. All the times they cooked together or stayed up late doing each other's homework when the other fell asleep early. The times when they slept in the same bed, despite being teens. He realized he really missed those times.

He kept eating, silently remembering more times between his twin and himself, and also the times when his brother would scold him for not eating, even if it was only just microwavable food. Afterwards, he finished his homework around 8:00 at night.

He lay himself to bed, wishing his brother was beside him. He pulled out his phone and looked at a number in his contacts list. His brother had given him a number to a cell he could call if ever need be. Mostly it was Hyung-Soo calling him to make sure everything was alright or when his anxiety kicked in. The older twin always panicked when the other wasn't with him, having been inseparable since birth, something that the other never really got. As time went on, the calls got less and less, and only now did he realize he missed hearing his brother's voice.

His hand hovered over the dial, but decided against calling him. Instead, he pulled up a picture he took of Alfred, gazing at it with a soft smile on his face. He could hold on, just like he had been for a year, without his brother, but Alfred… he didn't know what he'd do if he had to go, or if someone took him.

He laid his head down on his pillow, closing his eyes and the faintest of smiles gracing his lips at the thought of his beloved.