Ishida opened his eyes, still clinging on tightly to where he was holding Kirigiri, against his chest.
Kirigiri, of course, was nowhere to be seen. In fact... Ishida couldn't move his arms...
He looked down at his body...
There was a worn straightjacket around him, his arms restrained, his arms felt sore and bruised... he was sitting on the floor.
Ishida looked around and saw a very familiar scene before him. It was his own bedroom... or rather His bedroom. It was obnoxiously tidy, the walls a pure white, the carpet on the floor pristine, every shelf free of dust, every book and folder in its exact place. Everything was absurdly perfect... it was almost cringe-worthy.
Ishida suddenly realised his situation.
He was in a straightjacket
and alone.
ALONE
It made him suddenly feel sick, his eyes welling up with tears... he couldn't even feel his own skin around him, he felt numb all over, yet overly emotional, as if he couldn't control a thing... weak... lifeless...
A voice in someone's head.
That was all Ishida was...
Ishida suddenly looked around some more... why did he feel so... detached from himself? He managed to stand up, and walked over to the window... he could see his reflection in the glass.
Red eyes,black hair, no strange shark-like teeth.
Perhaps the reason he felt so detached... was because he wasn't in his own body... he just stared out the window, trying not to let his emotions and confusion get the better of him.
Suddenly he could feel something behind him, hear voices, feel his entire world crumbling with emotion. Ishida couldn't hold in his tears anymore, and let them drip down his cheeks like a stream of cloudy, red tinted river water... he didn't turn around... he knew exactly what was happening.
"I DIDN'T ASK TO EXSIST!"
His own voice could he heard yelling behind him.
"Whenever you turn up, Kiyotaka's mental condition becomes worse and worse!"
Ishida clenched his fists by his sides... before turning around. It was exactly as he expected... he could remember everything now.
The scene in front of him... he'd heard of peoples lives "flashing before their eyes"... but this was more a cruel relaying of events he didn't want to think about. This was, of course, all in his head...
But why did everything play before him so fast... so seamlessly...
It was like watching a scene from a really badly acted sitcom, except the problem presented was real... and it made him feel sick to remember it.
"I CAN'T HELP IT!"
"You always manage to get someone hurt."
"STOP IT!"
"Why did you have to turn up... you ruined him..."
Ishida dropped to his knees, watching this horrific display... he screamed at the top of his lungs, in unison with his other self.
"PLEASE... LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"You possessed him"
"I'M NOT SOME KIND OF DEMON... I-I'm... I'm a..."
"A human? That's the one thing you aren't!"
"..."
"We both know you're more of a disease than anything."
"..."
"You only live to destroy the mental state of others... you're not Kiyotaka."
"..."
"You're nothing more than a malicious virus, a parasite."
"I-I'm more than that... I-I swear..."
"You're just a voice in Kiyotaka's head."
"Then kill me."
"If you would stop possessing him... then quite gladly."
Ishida felt more tears pouring from his eyes...
"But... I'm not... human... but I'm..." His voice paused for a second, a sharp echo lingering in the air like a heavy smoke, rising to the ceiling. Ishida wasn't quite sure what he was... but he was certain he existed... or perhaps he was just... insane. Perhaps this was all in his head... perhaps he was human... perhaps he was just a disease in a poor boy's brain... perhaps he meant something to someone... somewhere...
or perhaps he was just someone very ignorable... very boring... very sickening. He was sure of one thing, he had ruined lives just by speaking. He had destroyed psyches by blinking... he had killed his classmates.
And most importantly, at the end of it all... Hopes Peak was all his fault.
"I'M ME!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, growling threateningly at the blurred figure in front of him...
And after that, everything faded to black again.
After around an hour, Ishida found himself back in his body again... or rather, his host body...
He looked at his reflection in the window's glass again.
"Yer lookin' pretty messed up, Ishida!" he said to himself, sighing.
Red eyes, white hair, flames, shark-like teeth. Ishida felt his eyes fill with tears again "I-I'm me... ain't that right?"
He wasn't sure what to do now... or what he even could do at this point. "If ya could'a just let the poor guy go..." he kept staring at himself in the reflection. He began trying to imitate Mondo's voice, his face wet with salty tears, his eyes welling up more and more. "If ya ever figured out how... ya might not be so hated, right buddy?" He couldn't stop crying.
"Maybe if ya didn't exist, he wouldn't be so messed up, right old friend?" Ishida continued to imitate Mondo's voice through his tears, attempting to smile somehow. "Right... Brother?"
Ishida looked away from the window... he couldn't even begin to figure anything out at this point. "Yer right..." he went back into his usual voice "B-but t-then again... ya always are!" he burst out crying again, growling at his own immaturity.
He started to imitate Ishimaru's voice. "That's right... big brother..."