Ishimaru's head pounded as he fell to the ground with a thud.
"What's going on here? We heard a-" A voice began to sound itself by the doorway but cut off mid-statement in obvious horror.
Kirigiri cleared her throat and stepped towards her dear friend Naegi Makoto, the owner of the voice. A tear streamed down her ivory cheeks as she stared deep into his eyes, he stared back in innocent confusion. He could never know how much Kirigiri wanted to tell him the truth… who the mastermind was… what they had to do next… but the words would not escape her lips no matter how hard she tried. She had too many questions she couldn't give others the answers to yet… she had to ask them before she continued.
But it was too late.
They knew. Perhaps if she could just turn back time… just a little… this wouldn't have to happen… he wouldn't have gotten in the way.
There was only one way to solve this problem of unanswered questions and unquestioned answers…and Kirigiri knew that very well.
"I…I'm sorry"
Ishimaru looked up at Kirigiri, his remaining eye swirling with madness and cheeks flushed, hands wet with tears. Naegi's face grew cold as he fell backwards.
Kirigiri's breathing grew heavy as she tried to turn away from the knife that stuck out from her friend's ribcage.
"What…what have I done?" She muttered, sweat dripping from her skin and her face turning white. She was a murderer of the most common kind, denying what she had done, providing justification for her actions as if before a live audience, like she had something to prove.
"You can't trust anyone around here… can you?" Ishimaru spoke in a strange tone that sent a shiver down Kirigiri's spine. She felt sick to her stomach, as if infected with some illness she could not cure.
Kirigiri turned to the mastermind with lightning in her eyes. "No….no you can't."
"This is all my fault" he hummed quietly, almost cheerfully, staring at the wall behind Kirigiri, as if trying to focus. "Why haven't you killed me yet?" he continued in monotone, looking at the ceiling with childish wonder.
"I need answers… I hate to say this but I feel you will be a powerful resource for the reconstruction of the world … you are the greatest clue I have come across yet…If I want to solve this puzzle I have to make sacrifices. If he found out…he would have told the others…"
"And this would be a problem? Also reconstructing the world? What do you-" Ishimaru stood up as if he was coming to his senses. "I think… I think I remember…"
Ishimaru began to cry so hard he felt his insides wanting to spill themselves at every time he breathed in. "I don't know who's running all this now…if it's not me causing the class trials then you're going to d-! I feel like I'm losing my mind!" He screamed, his mind buzzing with ideas and not knowing what to do with them.
"I know. I'm going to die. There's no avoiding this…if I kill the rest of them…I'll be executed for breaking the rules…and if I don't…"
Ishimaru began to laugh… it came quite suddenly and at full volume…it was almost fake sounding.
His hair was stripped of its black colour in a heartbeat, and Ishimaru's pained face turned to joyful, dripping with sweat and eyes flaming. He coughed and spluttered, blood pouring from his mouth as he began to wave to Kirigiri sweetly.
"Hey!" The boy wretched as blood ran down his neck. His teeth suddenly appearing to be sharpened into points.
Kirigiri stared into his deep red eye as the mystery boy clutched his other with sudden realisation of the sharp pain. "Who…what happened to you, Ishimaru?"
"I'm ME! Don't compare me to that psycho!" He suddenly turned angry upon the mention of Ishimaru, and looked away from Kirigiri's gaze, as if ashamed.
There was no denying it…this person certainly wasn't Ishimaru…yet he was certainly in Ishimaru's body…
"Who are you?" Kirigiri enquired, squinting suspiciously at him and the awful amount of blood that was now pooled on the floor.
"Hmm…well I'm not that sure myself to be honest with you. Hey I know! You could call me something cool… how about calling me Ishida? He never really called me anything… those psychologists called me something… can't quite remember it though." He chuckled, then repeating his name a few times over in loud appreciation of its apparent "coolness".
This guy was really something… something more than what he seemed.
He was oddly pleasant, or rather he would be if he wasn't so obnoxiously loud…he spoke as if attempting to scream every word.
Something wasn't quite right.