Ishimaru had a quiet hour, where he simply lied there in his bed, as instructed by the nurse, who sat at his side. "So… Is everything true? You were dead before coming here?" Her voice was gentle, and quaking with fear at the same time. It wasn't Mikan Tsumiki, he could tell. Besides, she had joined the Despair Fever, as well as everyone else he had ever known. "Yes. I was resting before I was disturbed by Junko Enoshima. She planned to use me as a weapon." He dragged off, sinking back into the pillows. "Don't fret, Ishimaru. Everything will be fine as long as you're with us. She can't touch you here." He let out an inaudible sigh of relief, before the nurse pulled out her medical kit.
"Now, I know this mustn't be your favorite, but I have to take a blood sample before I can do anything with Ishida, just in case there is an illness getting in the way…" All was quiet until she pulled out a thick needle, and moved the covers away from his side, and lifting up his shirt partly so she could see the skin. "Oh… You haven't changed into uniform yet." She noted. "No, I have not. I have been in bed ever since." Nodding, the nurse brought the needle close to P.Y.R.O, while she explained why she was taking blood from here and not from his vein. "The only reason why I do it here is to reinsure that nothing is wrong. With P.Y.R.O close enough to the muscle, I can pinch through and take it from there." It was obvious Ishimaru was in pain, because of his stiffness and constant writhing. "I-I'm sorry if I'm hurting you! I didn't know it would be this painful!" Slowly sliding the needle out, she took the blood sample and rushed off to who knew where. He sighed, and attempted to drift off to sleep; however, the area in which the nurse had inserted the needle was not covered up with any bandage, and Ishida was probably making it hurt on purpose (He could do that).
He glanced out the window to see the sun already setting. "This war will be won…" He whispered to himself, closing his eyes. "If it is the last thing I ever command, despair will exist no more. Good will overpower the sorrowful, and peace shall be restored. On the day of my true resting, I will request P.Y.R.O to be taken to a professional scientist to be examined and well thought over for ways to solve medicinal issues throughout the economy, if that is but possible. Maybe Ishida will have a change of mind by then…" The room immediately grew silent, which was broken by the rattling of a cart. "I've returned with the results. You are not ill under any condition, but P.Y.R.O seems to be more powerful than I had thought… it exceeded every test I made from it. I brought you some medicine to hopefully tone them down… they're custom made by yours truly." She tried to bring up the mood by giving him a warm smile, and Ishimaru smiled lightly back in return. "I am not surprised he has grown so powerful. With his boastful attitude, I won't be surprised if he manages to win this war with a single blow." Taking the dose of pills as suggested by the nurse, she gave him a bow before giving him a glass of water and walking out of the room. "Ah. You are requested for a meeting with Kanatame this evening. At least, Ishida is." Hesitantly closing the door behind her, Ishimaru was left to himself once again.
He sighed before realizing that a bandage had never been placed over the area in which blood was taken from him. Double checking that area, it was surprisingly covered up… that was definitely Ishida. Glancing at the door, the clock above struck noon. That was fast. He stood himself up, dressed himself in the new suit he was given, and walked back to the meeting room in which he was instructed to earlier that day. After opening the door, each individual was armed with a large weapon; most likely a sort of advanced gun. "W-What?!" Ishimaru stuttered, putting his hands up, before Kanatame stood up at the head of the table. "Hold fire, it's Kiyotaka. You can tell because the suit's white." All weapons were brought down, while Ishimaru held a confused expression on his face. "It's a customization I made to your uniform. When you're Ishida, it will be black, and when you're… well, you, it'll be white. Pretty interesting, yeah?" The man grinned before approaching him in the front of the room. "Now, Ishida… introduce yourself to the men in this room." He spoke as if he were speaking to Ishida one on one. Did he not see that Ishimaru was right there?
"Excuse me, but I'm not Ishida." Ishimaru spoke up just to clarify this man wasn't delusional. "I know that. I'm just… talking with him. If he won't come out…," Kanatame whipped out a syringe. "Pain'll be the only way." It seemed that he went through a personality change. Ishimaru made a run for it out of the room, although he knew that it probably wasn't the best idea; his feet had a mind of their own. "FIRE!" Their leader shouted, as bullets shot at him from every direction. Just as Ishimaru was going to duck down to dodge, the bullets singed away in thin air, as the white uniform grew black; blotches of that color growing all over the purity of the originality of the suit. He was still hunched over, but it was obvious to everyone that this was Ishida. "So now you decide to show yourself after we threaten you your life… I'll keep that in mind for future reference." The red aura around Ishida increased, as he slowly approached Kanatame and lunged his hand at the man's collar.
"Listen here, you imbecile. I am not going to follow your command, nor am I going to have anything to do with any of ya. Maybe if ya made yer first impression a tad more impressive instead of attempted murder, I would listen to the lot of ya! But no, you had to be idiots about it!" His voice raised as he shouted Kanatame out; the flames in his eyes increasing by the second. "Tranquilize him." Was the next command. As another dart was shot, Ishida caught it in his hand with ease, burning it to a crisp. "Try again." He snarled, before swinging out of the room in a fit of rage. "That's it. That's Ishida." The men in the room clapped, before they all departed in separate directions.