Kirigiri opened her heavy eyelids, her beat-up arm throbbing.
She pulled up her arm and stared at her watch, facing the ceiling and still laying on the bed, sighing.
It was 6:30AM, and Kirigiri found she couldn't sleep any longer... she felt sick to her stomach, guilt gripping her in a vice, her heart slow and uneasy. The question now, was what could she do next? There was no question about the schools new visitor... he was dangerous. Very dangerous. But was Kirigiri willing to risk her life to obtain the information she needed? Or perhaps even get a chance to fix things?
Kirigiri rolled off the bed, not caring as she fell off and hit her head on the floor. She had managed to kill the only person who trusted her... and for the sake of the information she was considering risking her own life for, no less.
She picked herself up off the floor and dusted off her skirt and jacket...
If Naegi was worth less than information to her, then her own being should be relatively similar... it didn't matter to her if she died for the sake of it. This was important... very important.
Kirigiri cleared her throat... she felt her voice fading, but refused to give up... she would need her voice for interrogations.
She tried to raise her voice "IS ANYONE THERE?"
But, not at all to her surprise... she heard no voices, no footsteps... she was all...
all.
alone.
In her desperation she had forgotten that the rooms were soundproof...
She decided to try and peek out the door... to see if he was still there... lurking. Kirigiri walked towards the door, striding boldly, as if wearing a mask of confidence. She grabbed hold of the chair she had in front of it and thrust it to the side. She pushed her hand to the door, and placed her other hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly.
C-click!
It opened, showing Ishida hadn't barricaded the door from the outside.
She was greeted by the sound of someone's feet on the hard floor, and looked either side of her.
The white haired killer could be seen wandering out of Celestia Ludenburg's room, rubbing his sweat covered hands down the sides of his pockets. He pulled his hands out, swallowing something Kirigiri couldn't make out, but presumed to be a pill. He threw his neck back as he swallowed hard, and coughed, gasping.
Kirigiri clenched her fists beside her, ready to punch him if needs be.
Ishida looked ahead of him, and his expression softened slightly. "OH, HEY YOU'RE UP!" he yelled down the hallway, wiping blood off his cheek... blood that almost certainly wasn't his.
He was gripping a strong steel bat with his other hand, swinging it at his side casually...
Kirigiri didn't reply, holding her fist behind her as Ishida walked closer and closer.
"You alright?" Ishida said, laughing a little. He was suspiciously cheerful, yet his eyes looked wet with tears... Kirigiri could see pain in his eyes, obviously, as if he wasn't even trying to hide it. His left eye seemed to be more disgusting than the previous day...
Kirigiri clasped her hands to her mouth, feeling as if she would puke, but held it in...
Ishida looked straight into her eyes. "Uh... Kirigiri-kun?" He raised one of his thick eyebrows.
The lilac haired girl came out from behind the door, her arms in front of her defensively. "Tell me what you mean by useful, and if you come a step closer to me-" She was cut off by Ishida placing his hand on her shoulder "Alright, let's go!"
He grabbed hold of her hand, despite Kirigiri trying to hit him for this, and walked at a ridiculous pace towards the stairs, not checking to make sure Kirigiri was ok as she panted, still exhausted, her head pounding. He didn't seem to notice much, perhaps he wasn't very observant... Kirigiri thought she could use this to her advantage somehow... it was always useful to know more information about your enemy.
Ishida suddenly stopped for a second, so abruptly that Kirigiri almost walked into him. He crouched on the ground, clawing at his eye with his hand, his teeth suddenly gritted, his face pale and his eyes pouring with a strange mixture of smoke and tears...
