"Kirigiri, hand me the safety gloves, would you please~?" Junko asked, using her goody-two-shoe's ring to her voice. The now fully developed robot, no longer in disguise as Kirigiri, did as she was told, and brought her the gloves. Junko sat in her chair, and stared at the little box with fluids that would hopefully help restore P.Y.R.O to its fullest power, with the organ placed inside; hooked up to three small tubes which pumped medicinal fluids in and out of P.Y.R.O. A smirk grew on Junko's lips, as she stood up from the chair, picked up the box with both hands, and walked out of the room and down a never ending hall filled with what looked like captured Hope's Peak students.
"Kirigiriii! This is not an emergency. Send everyone outside. We're rising a man from the grave!" She let out her usual laugh, and the evacuation proceeded as planned, once it was only her in the building, she walked into a dim lit room, with only a single tube connected from the ceiling down into the floor. It was clear that the molecules had been formed back together; for the shape of a human body had been formed from them. It looked as if Ishimaru had been alive all this time; all except for the gash in his right side. "Looks like I've come at the right time~" She grinned, and prepared herself for the worst. Once P.Y.R.O was to be reunited with its owner, it would reconnect; reforming every cord and reproducing every spark of flame at that second. It was planned that the tube would burst, and Ishimaru would plummet down with it down a trap in the floor, then get spruced up with a new wardrobe, and come back up to have a talk with the Queen of Despair. Alas, that's how she wanted it to go; her way. What she was too weak to see was that not everything would be the way you plan it to be.
By this point, she was grinning and giggling all the while. "Oh, Ishimaru! You'll be surprised by this~" Her voice held a teasing tone, as a portion of the tube opened around the area in which P.Y.R.O were to be placed; his lower right abdomen. Taking the organ out of the box (after putting her designer safety gloves on first. She simply adored her fashion sense), she placed it in the open gash as if finishing the last piece of the puzzle. The skin closed around it, and his body began to radiate a bright light. As predicted, the tube burst, and Junko already had the trap in the floor open. She watched him fall down, and come back up seconds later dressed in his school uniform.
"Enoshima-kun… Why am I here…? I am to be dead! One does not live again on Earth after death!" Were Ishimaru's first words. "Well, you have the right of claiming yourself the first to prove that false. You see, there's a… little fight going on, between the Despair Crew and your father's so-called 'Government'. I didn't revive you just for that, no. You're more powerful than to be dealing with a simple decision! Choosing your own team isn't the whole deal, no no no! You're powerful enough to wipe out all of Japan~ With that power, Despair can rule! Ahahahaha! Oh, but however, it's all on who's team you want to win! To be honest with you… the good side isn't doing too well~" Enoshima explained to him, grinning between sentences. "I will not fall for your trap! This is a man's battle as to what he wishes to follow! If my side of this war is on its last bit of strength, I will do anything in my power to make sure you, of all people, do not win. Despair is not the answer, Enoshima-kun! Your title is only a mask to who you really are! It's what's deep inside that matters… deep within a man's heart is where you find all a man's secrets… and I learned that! While your school of despair may have been to drive us wild, from what I learned is that each student is unique! Even the man who seemed far off from my liking became my Brother! I will never forget the moments we spent with each other!" Ishimaru stated.
Junko pretended to wipe away her tears. "That was touching… But it wasn't enough to faze me! Choose your side. The side with all your comrades, or the strangers your dad recruited. It's all up to you now!" Ishimaru looked down. This decision wouldn't be too hard… or maybe it would. It was either to stick with the friends he knew, or the people he had no clue about. Taking in a deep inhale, he had made his decision. "I will stay with my family's side. You will never have me, Enoshima-kun! I pray this will be the last day we meet." He shut his eyes tightly, leaving the control to Ishida to teleport away. As his hair went immediately from jet black to snow white, he smirked deviously, and sent a spiral of flame up into the air. The room was obliterated, and Ishimaru was gone.