Omg i can't believe i actually did a chapter...and theres an episode tomorrow...so excited~

(Characters don't belong to me, Kagerou project belongs to Jin)

Bitching and Whining was all they had heard since him and his sister came back from that vacation, that brat Hibiya wouldn't stop and it was making Shintaro very irritable, and his sister could tell, maybe it was the whining, but he had it with the kid.

This train of thought of course got him kicked out of the room by momo, who was more for trying to comfort the boy then realize how much he needed a good talking too. 'Master whats wrong...iv'e never seen you so mad at Hibiya-kun before'

Ene's chirping snapped him to the now, "...I don't get what he's so obsessed about...nothings wrong...besides Kuroha coming to light again...but besides that, there's nothing" he grunts and slumps down on one of the bases couches, 'Actually...Master...are you forgetting what happened two weeks ago..?'

Two weeks ago, a hell for them, all cause of the kid too. He had been paranoid, jumpy and distant, but they had all tried to be there for him since their all friends right? but that got half the dan injured, weird things had happened, all caused by this...Kagerou person, Hibiya's double or what not, but they had stopped it...but an end to its torment...they had won...hadn't they?

"...Kuroha showing up is a bit trouble some..." Shintaro mutters and looks down at the digital girl in his phone, "It was the head trauma from the street lamp landing on him that brought that snake back right...so...maybe a knock to the head will send him back...", 'Master your not thinking of hitting Konoha are you?!' Ene shrikes in mock horror, her shelve covered hands going to her mouth as she gasped.

"Its not like that and you know it!" he snaps and quickly stands up, knocking over some papers, 'ah master made a mess, Danchou is going to kill you~', "shut up..im cleaning it up" he snaps and bends down to pick up the papers but freezes when he notices what they are.

Yellow folders...THICK folders, lots of tabs, and pictures, and there were quiet a few in number at that, "what in the hell are these?" he asks no one and picks one up and reads the name on it, "Shuuya..Kano..." something in his head clicks and he puts Ene down on the table and picks up a few more, Momo Kisaragi, Amamiya Hibiya...Tsubomi Kido...what the hell was he looking at?!

He tore open his sisters folder and began reading it, "date xxxx subject showed signs of the Captivation snakes powers, caused a riot before fleeing" he read the date over again, two years ago...this entry was made two years ago, how could this be...what are this anyways?!

He kept reading it, all the while Ene was calling out to him in confusion. shit, these entry's even lead up to before they left for their trip, wait...only few people knew about that "...Ene...we..have a mole in the Dan" he utters, 'Master your not making any sense' she whines and sticks close to the screen. "These are files...full of information about us from what iv'e read in one...but some of these things" his eyes still on the papers, "are things only the nine of us know", '...who...could it be...' she asks, gives a worried tone.

"I..don't know.." which one of them was dumb enough to be selling information on them, Shintaro growls slightly and bites into his thumb as he trys to think. As he did that Kano slipped through the front door alone, "..ah...wasn't Konoha with you?" Shintaro couldn't help but ask the younger boy.

"He's being slow, he'll be here soon tho" Kano chirps and skips happily to his room, "...what a weirdo..." Shin mutters and lays back on the couch, "...we gotta tell Kido...but how do we even explain...do they even know?" While shintaro and ene conversed they didn't know their conversation was being listened in on.

"..Damn it...i have to be careful.." Kano mutters to himself, keeping himself hidden behind the door, "...i..have to deal with Shin now too...but...i don't want to do this...god damn it...make it stop" he utters under his breath and storms off to his room.

Now to wait for the flood of people telling me how much my writing sucks