There was a defining silence; both Mondo and Taka were by all definitions, baffled. A Mastermind Ishimaru. From- what? Another dimension?! No, this was too Syfi, this was way too weird to be real. I mean, a murderous teddy bear with the goal of global destruction with despair, that's realistic, but 3 versions of the same person? No. Downright impossible.
The gang leader scratched at his neck, his nervous laugh echoing through the pretty much empty building. "Ah jeez, this is so fuckin' stupid. Awright, ya fooled us guys."
Taka and Ishida both wore the same look of confusion.
"Come on! I've had enough! Chihiro, detective chick, Byaku-bitch! HEY! Did ya hear me, I said I've had enough!"
He turned to the white haired prefect, grabbing his face and tugging at it like it was a mask from a scooby-doo show. Ishida shoved his hands away and held his own over the previously assaulted skin. "What was that?! Not that I object to you putting yer hands on me or nothin' but watch the make-up, bro!"
The pompadork pointed his finger harshly at the painted prefect. "Stop playin' around Makoto or I'm gonna seriously kick yer fuckin' ass!" He growled.
Ishida gasped. "I am NOT as short as Makoto!" He shouted, more offended by the threat then afraid.
A loud 'CRASH' rang throughout the empty room and hallways, making the three jump nearly out of their skins. It sounded like it came from the group bath, clear across the room from them. From what they could see, there was no one, but from what they could feel, there was defiantly the presence one some else. A dark, heavy aura that made you sick to your stomach.
Ishida cringed; clinging onto Mondo's arm, hiding his face behind the sleeve. The biker tried to pull away but the flaming eyed hall monitor wouldn't have it and just clung tighter.
"We should get outta' here…!" Ishida said rather quietly, his voice almost… shaking. "Really bro…! Please." He begged, looking up at Mondo, blazing eyes on the verge of tears.
Taka gave a concerned expression, not expecting the double to ACTULLY have feelings. "Don't cry," He said as soft as he could, trying his best, which wasn't much, to comfort his rude twin. "a shampoo bottle probably just fell, that's all." Taka's hand moved towards the albinos back but froze. Ishida tensed up when the black haired doubles words reached his ear, his arms tightening even tighter around Mondo's.
"IM NOT CRYING!" He yelled at the worried prefect, a tear rolling down his heated cheek. "I don't cry! I never cry! I don't, I don't EVER cry!" He took in a few stifled breaths, rubbing the single tear off on Mondo jacket, then loosening his grip on the biker altogether except for his hand that lingered for a bit longer, but that fell shortly too. "Cryings for the weak" He added simply. "And I'm strong."
"Oh…" Was all Taka could say in response to the sudden out burst. He looked over at Mondo (who was equally as shocked) then back to Ishida, deciding to drop the subject seeing as it was some sort of minefield.
Another loud 'CRASH' echoed from the bath house as more items seem to fall from their places.
The biker was willing to admit to himself that he was a little more than freaked out by this point. Feeling sudden presser, he turned to see that Taka had latch on to his arm. 'At least something good is coming outta this' he thought with internal optimism. He turned to the other side to see that Kiyondo had not latched onto him as he'd done previously, but instead was holding on to the sides of his uniform for dear life, trembling violently as he monitored the bath house entrance with wide fearful eyes, as if expecting for a monster to come leaping out or something. He wasn't crying though.
'What's got this kid so worked up…?' Mondo wondered. He was about to ask him when a loud 'KATHUNK' came from the dining room behind them. All three turn around, instinctively jumping away from the sound.
It was pitch black inside the room. You couldn't even see the outlining of a chair or the table. It was as if the room itself was gone, leaving the doorway as the only evidence that it ever existed at all.
Tears had started to form at the edge of Taka's eyes as he scooted impossibly closer to large biker. (Mondo would have been grinning like a fool if it hadn't be for the situation) Ishida continued to stand stiff as a pole, his hands spazing at his sides as he grasped desperately to his clothing. He mouthed something inaudible. Mondo leaned closer.
"Wha?" He asked.
The trembling prefect kept his eyes trained forward as he tried to repeat the lost words.
"Mastermind."
It came out as a hush whisper, a ghost of a thought. But it was clear as day what he said. 'Mastermind'. Mondo took his arm back from Taka and instead wrapped it around him protectively, pulling his body flat against his side.
"W-what, you mean he's here?" Mondo thought for a moment, knowing the answer to his question. "Big deal, even if he is Kiyotaka, there are three of us here! You two can just kick his ass for me." He said in a joking manner, attempting to lighten the mood, though he was serious on a level too. If push came to shove he'd fight, one well placed punch is all it would take.
The small attempt at humor was cut short by another loud 'KATHUNK'. The dorm room hall lights went off and the hallway went black.
Ishida bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Eyes not daring to close. Mondo chuckled nervously.
"S-so what's this 'Mastermind Ishimaru' like? I mean, is he just a hard-ass too er-"
'KATHUNK' The surrounding hall lights vanished along with everything else beyond the entryway and the bath house, even the door to the laundry room was gone.
Taka's arms wrapped around Mondo, and in return Mondo's arm tightened. Ishida shook his head slowly, turning to face the bath house entrance.
"In a way…" The white haired prefect murmured. "..but he's more like a dictator then a hall monitor…. He's mean-" Ishida clutched his chest over his heart, like he'd just remembered a horrible nightmare. "and he's cruel!" He nearly yelled at the bath house as the light in the entryway shut off, leaving only the glow from the bath house and a soft illumination of the floor leading to it.
A small laugh echoed threw the empty space, slowly growing louder. A dreadful, despairingly familiar laugh that made the hairs on your neck stand on end. The bath house answered back,
"Pupupu~ I'm not cruel White, I'm sadistic, but I can see your confusion. You don't know the true beauty of despair yet, let me educate you."
