Yangire (Yandere Sequel)///Phan

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Dan and Phil soon find themselves in front of the tall office building belonging to Schmidt Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals.

They are both wearing nearly identical black suits and ties and Dan decides that its best to avoid imagining Phil with his sleeves rolled up as he loosens his tie and wraps it around his wrists... yeah no, not the time or place.

"Ready?" Phil asks, with a not-so-innocent smirk that has Dan fearing he can hear his thoughts.

"Well we broke out of a guarded asylum, I think we can manage breaking into a business building without too much trouble."

"We just have to blend in and find a place to hide out until the building closes tonight then-" Phil begins to repeat the plan.

"Yeah, yeah. I remember the plan. We come out after the janitor and security guards have gone home then we find a way into Schmidt's office and find out what we can." Dan finishes.

"Well time for work, I guess." Phil smooths his hand over a wrinkle in his work vest and gives Dan one last look before stepping inside the office. Dan quickly joins him, swinging his empty work case as if it's full of a heavy work load of paperwork.

A group of men walk buy in similar attire and give friendly nods to Dan and Phil. They return the favor and Phil catches one of the men eying Dan's backside as they walk on by. He bites his tongue and clenches his fists.

You know what to do

Phil flinches as a flash of red passes over his eyes and as soon as it appears, it's gone. Dan gives him an alarmed, questioning look, but Phil shrugs it off.

They make it to the elevators and manage to slip into an empty one.

"What the hell Phil?" Dan takes the moment of solitude to break character.

"What?" Phil jumps at the unexpected outburst.

"You nearly got us caught out there! What were you thinking?"

Phil blinks at him, confused, and not liking the angry scrunch of Dan's brow directed at him.

Dan's expression changes to something between confused and disbelieving.

"You really don't know what you did? You spun on you heel nearly in full-on attack mode on some random group of guys. I had to grab your wrist and turn you back around. Thankfully they didn't notice. You don't recall any of this?"

Phil swallows and shakes his head no.

"I remember seeing one of them look at you and I heard something...in my head. Then I blinked and I saw red, but that lasted less than a second; then we walked into here." Phil recalls.

The elevator chimes as they reach the top floor.

"We'll talk about this later." Dan spares a weary glance at Phil's hand which has small nail indentations and a pinprick of blood on each small cut.

Phil falls back into character, but can't seem to stop the growing nerves in the pit of his stomach.

Both men split up and walk through the cubicles and office halls as if they have a professional purpose to be there.

Dan finds the storage room down a relatively dead hall and slips inside, unnoticed. Phil nods politely at workers who assume he's just the new temp. He begins to make his way towards the hall as well.

"Phil?"

Phil feels his heart stop as he turns around at the sound of his name.

"Oh my god Phil. I can't believe it! It's really you!"