Kirigiri stopped next to Ishida, and felt herself glaring slightly...
Why couldn't he just suck it up and show her what he'd been trying to?! It was beyond infuriating!
But... he did seem to be hurt...
After all, the eye looked painfully red...and... quite frankly revolting.
Kirigiri sighed and looked away, holding her hand to her mouth again so not to gag. "What is it?" she said in a dry tone.
Ishida made a few soft cringing noises, before standing up again, his hand still over his eye. "N-nothin'..." he grinned unnaturally wide as he spoke, to mask the fact he was in an amazing amount of pain... his head was spinning, and smoke still poured from his eyes, along with a waterfall of tears.
He growled, and rubbed at his eyes furiously to stop the tears, but that just caused him more pain...
Kirigiri shot Ishida a mild look of concern as he fell to his knees again. If he ended up leaving it any longer...
The purple haired sleuth sighed heavily, and looked down at Ishida bitterly... no... she couldn't feel bad for this boy...
He'd killed everyone in the school but her...
And Ishimaru, the boy that occupied Ishida's body previously, was long gone at this stage.
Ishida got up again, and laughed coldly, not growling at the same time as he usually did... the laugh seemed emotionless, dry, devoid of meaning. "Let's go again!" he said, attempting to raise his arm to salute Kirigiri and only managing to give a lazy kind of wave.
Kirigiri knew he was in pain, but chose to ignore this.
If Ishida could get her to the "helpful" thing, then nothing mattered. She would have done what she wanted to do,
Naegi's death would mean something...
It would all mean something.
Ishida quickly grabbed hold of Kirigiri's hand again, and started walking forwards, stumbling as he did so.
He felt sick, and like something heavy was being pushed down on his shoulders, causing him to gasp as he walked, his head spinning. His eye was spitting out blood like a sprinkler, and caused Kirigiri to feel like she was going to be sick again.
She stopped and stood in front of Ishida, who gave her a confused expression.
"We need to get bandages on that eye, I can't stand the sight of it any longer." Kirigiri said clearly, staring up at Ishida with a distinct look of disgust.
Ishida stepped back a little "A-and what makes ya think I'm gonna allow that to happen?!" he growled slightly, and looked nervous, almost embarrassed.
Kirigiri just glared at Ishida, trying to act as if she wasn't moving unless he covered it up... in reality she was terrified of the consequences of her actions... she wasn't sure if there would be any... but if there was no telling with this guy. She swallowed hard, still staring at Ishida coldly, her shoulder stiff... she was trying not to let herself tremble.
Ishida appeared to sigh. "Look I'll jus' cover it up with my hand... no big problem!" he put his hand to his eye, cringing at the pain. "S-see?" he said, tears streaming down his cheeks as he did so. It hurt more than Kirigiri could have ever imagined, but since Ishida wasn't about to admit defeat, he shook his head, and grabbed Kirigiri's hand again with his other hand, walking forwards and down the hall.
It was at that moment that Kirigiri realised...
She had never once seen Ishida's left eye blink.
It was always open and left so it wasn't hard to see how grotesque his injuries were. Kirigiri wasn't sure if this was intentional, or if the pain was too intense for Ishida to close his eye... but it seemed more medically sound that it should be closed from the pain instead. It didn't make much sense, but then again, neither did many things about Ishida. First of all, he was an albino... this would be perfectly acceptable in itself, except his body before he came into control wasn't. Secondly, his fire engulfed eyes were both dangerous and impossible, and seemed to rage and calm down with Ishida's emotions. Thirdly there was his existence.
That was one mystery that Kirigiri would have to ask this weirdo about... but perhaps not now. If she tried to interrogate this psychopath in the state he was currently in he could snap and attempt to attack her... if she was lucky. Kirigiri knew it would most likely result in her death before she found out a single thing from Ishida, after all, he seemed ruthless enough to do such a thing. Although if he was prepared to murder her as Kirigiri presumed, then why did this nonchalant albino insist on keeping her alive for so long?
The composed girl took a deep breath, before looking ahead, speaking a few words to herself. "Why is the eye open..." she mumbled, trying to theorise on why this happened.
Ishida looked at her for a second, and raised one eyebrow, before chuckling dryly, no growl, like before. "Oh, ya mean this!" he shuffled his hand on top of his left eye, having not moved it from when Kirigiri told him to cover it up. The tall boy growled slightly in general frustration, "Well... eyelid burned off, ok?" he seemed kind of annoyed that Kirigiri wouldn't stop talking about the eye, starting to glare a little.
This caused Kirigiri to look away more, as if to drop the subject.
No, she wasn't going to die just yet. She needed the information before she could even consider taking any kind of action, or putting herself in danger...
But part of her was just really curious about this... and the other part of her was really sleepy and not thinking straight, so what ended up coming out of her mouth was just:
"H-how come your other eye is... alright...?"
Ishida kept his hand pressed to his eye. "Well, this one was a lil screwed up, y'know?" he smirked "Other one's not as damaged, so s'alright." He sighed as he spoke, seeming remarkably calm all of a sudden... it was slightly unsettling, coming from the guy that had just killed all of Kirigiri's fellow students.
Kirigiri just nodded sleepily, and started walking again, attempting to prize her hand away from Ishida's. She failed this, feeling his grip was remarkably tight. This was probably due to the extreme pain he was experiencing. This was perfectly normal, and Kirigiri was kind of surprised at this semi-normal reaction to pain from someone so abnormal.
She supposed he probably wasn't even human at his core.