Mondo sat on a bench outside of the cafeteria. He could hear everyone else in the cafeteria chatting away. However he couldn't bring himself to enter. Not just yet. He looked down at his hands, barely holding in a gasp at what he saw: his hands covered in Fujisaki's blood. He had killed one of his friends after promising not to, but now he had to pray no one found out. But maybe they should find out. Him winning meant killing everyone else. He tried to shake the thoughts away as the nonexistent blood slowly left his skin. He thought back to that moment in the weight room. Fujisaki talking about how he wanted to get stronger, and for some reason it set him off. He swung the dumbbell in his hand and smashed it across Fujisaki's head. Over and over again, he couldn't stop himself. Not even Fujisaki's weak pleas could make him quit. Now Fujisaki begging for him to stop was all he could hear.
"Mondo.."
"Mondo Please..
"MONDO!"
Mondo's eyes snapped open looking at the person who had been trying to get his attention. It was Ishimaru who had been calling his name, not Fujisaki. He let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding and shakily smiled at his friend.
"Mondo, are you alright?" Ishimaru asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Just didn't get much sleep last night," he lied, standing up and letting Ishimaru's hand fall back down to his side.
"If you say so, Bro. Why don't you come get some food." Ishimaru said, motioning to the cafeteria.
"Yea, I probably should. Thanks." Mondo said, walking away from where he had been sitting, and hopefully walking away from the guilt that was weighing heavily on his shoulders.