Taka continued to stare at the white haired man, and the white haired man just stared right back, ruby eyes matching glowing ruby eyes. It was very unsettling to say the least. To add to that discomfort, he could only see the guy from the nose up, seeing as he was hiding behind the door frame.

Mondo sat up with a sigh, wanting to continue to talk to his beloved kiyodai, but stop short when he saw the look plastered on his face. It was a look of distrust with a hint of fear. With a spark of worry in his heart, Mondo quickly (maybe a bit more rough then he meant to) shook Taka by the shoulder.

"Hey, hey bro, you awright?"

Taka jumped, his head turning fast enough to give someone whiplash. Mondo jumped a bit too, not expecting such a dramatic reaction. The seemingly startled hall monitor took a few seconds to respond, as if his mind had to reboot itself or something.

"Uh.. uhm…mm..! Mondo! Hey bro, who's that guy over th-" Taka turned and pointed the now empty door frame.

Mondo rubbed the back his neck with his free hand, not taking the other off Taka's shoulder.

"Uhh… ya mean Makoto..?" They both looked over at the Ultimate Lucky Student who was having a conversation with Kyoko somewhat near the door, kinda close to it, but then again not really. Taka shook his head slowly, eyes trained to the empty door space.

"No… I mean, there was a white haired guy. He was peeking in from the doorway." Taka explained, standing, completely forgetting about the dishes he was leaving on the table, and started to walk for the door. It seemed almost like he was, hypnotized or something.

Mondo made a mental note about his bros weird behavior. He got up and followed right behind him.

"Hey, um, I don't think anyone's got white hair bro..." Mondo said, feeling a wave of sudden uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.

"I know," Taka replied, not turning away from the door. "That's why it's…. so weird.."

They took a step out of the dining room. Empty as Mondo expected, but that feeling of inevitable trouble still hung in his gut. He gently reached out and grabbed the distracted prefect's wrist, stopping him from going any farther.

"So maybe you imagined 'em. That's fine, no biggie. Let's just head back to the table and talk a little while longer." He offered with a smile.

"I feel… I feel as if….I…" Taka said in an almost unbearably slow and distant tone "..know….. him…" Taka's wrist slid itself out of Mondo's grasp and replaced itself with his hand. A shade of pink found its way to the stunned bikers face. It was then that the prefect snapped out of whatever trance that he was caught in, and looked up at his tall classmate.

"Bro, how can I know someone I've never met before?"

"Uh…. H-hell if I know, man" He managed, turning his face away so that the hall monitor couldn't see just how red he had gotten. It didn't work. Taka leaned over, trying to get a better look at his kiyodai's face.

"What's wrong bro? Are you feeling sick or something?" He worried. "Did I- ah! Did I put too much sugar on your food!? Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Taka continued to apologize franticly moving closer and closer, still trying to get Mondo to look at him, to no avail. The attention was just making Mondo go darker and darker in shades of blush.

"Oh daaang, that's a one heck of a sexy expression! 11 outta' 10 I'd tap that right now!" 3

The two men stopped their little scene and looked over at the owner of the rather lewd comment. The white haired guy Taka saw earlier was standing on the opposite side of Mondo, staring at him in a way…. that made both of them feel very uncomfortable. But that was NOT the main concern at the moment. No, the main concern was,

"YOU! You- YOU LOOK LIKE ME!" Taka shouted, pointing a finger at the almost completely identical man.

The person in question turned his attention from Mondo to Taka, this time though, he looked angry. He sneered,

"Ya well, that kinda happens when WE WERE THE SAME FREAKEN' PERSON, YA DUMBUTT! My GOD, why are you so freakin' stupid!?"

The prefect furrowed his brows. "Wha- dumdbu… That was rather rude for you to say to me-!"

"I don't CARE. It's your own problem if your crybaby feelings get broken over my freakin' words! GET OVER IT LOSER!"

Offended by everything the stranger just said, it was easy to see that Taka was at a loss for words. So a rather pissed Mondo spoke up for him. Leaning forward (seeing as the guy was already all up in his personal space) he spat back,

"HEY! Just who the fuck do ya think ya are, pal!? Who said you could talk 'ta him like that, and wadda' ya mean you were the 'same person'? HUH!?" Mondo pulled his hand away from Taka's and grabbed the white haired Taka by the collar of his uniform, lifting him up off the ground. "WHAT, NO SMART ASS REMARKS FOR ME?!" He taunted harshly. Taka (normal) was taken back by his kiyodai's rather violent actions.

"Mondo! What are you doing, put him down!" He ordered, pulling hard on the biker's sleeve. The other Taka said nothing, he just hung from by his collar like he hadn't a care in the world, in fact, if anything he looked kind of happy about it, staring into Mondo's eyes with a look of bliss.

Ignoring the prefect, Mondo continued to hold the Taka with glowing eyes by the collar. Now, if this guy had been "his" Taka, he would never treat him this way, but there was something about THIS one, something he didn't like, that made him mad. THIS one reminded him to much of himself, with his smug ass stature and slanged words.

A few moments later, as calm as he could managed, He asked, "So, is yer name Kiyotaka too-"

"EEF NO! THERES NO WAY I'D KEEP THAT CRYBABY NAME!" The rude Taka yelled, "IM ME! And MY name is Kiyondo Ishida, yeah?! Ya got that hotstuff?!"

"Kiyondo Ishida?" "Hotstuff?" Taka and Mondo asked at once. Taka tugged once more on Mondo's sleeve and he redundantly set the (not so stranger) down.

"Ya," Ishida continued, dusting off and striating his uniform "gah I freakin' hate this thing"

"HEY! Don't get off the damn subject! And why the FUCK does your name sound like ours combined?!" Mondo yelled, the blush creeping its way back to his fetchers.

Ishida looked back to Mondo with a sort of grin. "That's because it is! Jeez, ya may be some nice piece of man candy but I think that might be all." With an almost feral growl, Mondo jerked the white haired prefect up by his collar again, only this time he was much rougher, almost ripping the fabric.

"Listen here you little bitch, yer ain't in the position to be throwing complements OR insults!"

"M-mondo!" Squeaked Taka, totally lost to the sidelines.

Ishida bit his lip as he blushed intensely, the gang leader holding him tightly by his collar; he even started to drool a little…. "I- I really miss this about ya, ya know b-bro," He said, his word dampened by heavy lust. He placed his own hands over Mondo's. The biker flinched, absolutely baffled by what was happening and not really sure what to do. The albino continued, "B-buh, as much as I would love nothin' more then to let ya man-handle me some more, I don't think tha's a good Idea-"

Mondo immediately dropped the drooling hall monitor(?), letting him fall with a thud. He stepped back, scrubbing his hand on his shirt, a little more then creeped out, letting Taka step forward and ask,

"Okay, so you're NOT me-"

"Uh- Of course not! I'm ME!" Ishida yelled, wiping the line of drool off his face with the back of his sleeve.

Getting aggravated, Taka continued. "Okay right, but how does that even work?!"

The albino prefect stood up swiftly, stabbing his finger roughly into Taka's shoulder. "LOOK HERE, ya pathetic nerd, you're missing the big problem here! AND I AIN'T IT!" Taka was about to push his twins finger away, but Mondo beat him to it, raise a clinched fist to the rude moral compass.

"Now YOU see here you fuckin' brat-!"

"Mondo wait," Taka was quick to grab the gang leaders arm in his own. "Wait, what were you saying? A problem?"

"Gah, why da you got ta be the sensible one, dang it. I don't like ya…" Ishida murmured to himself.

"OUT WITH IT!" Mondo roared.

"THAT! That right there!" Ishida responded instantly, pointing to Mondo.

"What..?" Taka questioned.

Ishida rolled his eyes, "UUGH! Don't ya get it?! We've been super freakin' loud this entire time, yeah? Well, were yer pals? They ain't dead yet are they?"

Mondo and Taka looked around, the albino was right; nobody was around to see the commotion even though they were right outside the open door. Looking inside, there was no one. Everybody was gone.

"What the…" Mondo questioned.

"Exactly." Ishida replied.

"Well, where is everyone?!" Taka asked, almost panicked.

Ishida shook his head. "It's not them, 'where are we' is what ya should be askin' "

"Huh?" The raven haired prefect and gang leader questioned.

"I didn't get here on my own ya know, I was dragged here, heck, I was in the middle of a bath when I was kidnapped!" The white haired fusion confessed with a grin.

"…then why aren't ya… ya know.. necked?" Mondo asked curiously.

"I took somma' his clothes" He said proudly pointing at his double. "Ya really think I would still be wearin' THIS stupid uniform on my own agenda? NO WAY! My gang would never take me seriously!" He laughed.

Mondo's hand twitched, "Gang-?"

"Kiyodai please! This is NOT the time!" Taka shouted, "Kiyondo, Who brought you here?!"

Ishida glared at Ishimaru. " 's Ishida to YOU," He stopped and hesitated a bit. Seeming to have to think about how to put his words in order. "And… the Mastermind brought me here," he visibly cringed and quickly added. " 'n, 's not YOUR mastermind…. 'n he wasn't MINE neither…. But… but he was someone's mastermind 'nd .… I don't think there around anymore, if ya get my drift."

"….What do you mean..?" Taka asked, not really wanting the answer.

Ishida looked hard at his boots. "He told me, before I ran ya see….ta call 'em…. MMIshimaru."