Ishida yawned, walking around his room. "Ok, ok, ok... plans... plans..." he was pacing back and forth, still in the straightjacket.
"Oh I got somethin'!"
The white haired boy kicked once or twice on the door to get the attention of Ishimaru's father. He then tried his best to imitate Ishimaru's voice... Ishida had lots of practise with this, after all, his voice was all Ishida could hear most of the time. Despite his own voice being harsher and louder, accompanied by his frequent growling, he managed this well.
"Father? Did it happen again?" he said in an innocent tone, backing away from the door to allow access.
Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs, and Ishida stared at the doorknob, waiting for it to twist around... he held his breath.
The doorknob jolted to the side, and someone could be heard clearing their throat on the other side of the door.
"Kiyotaka?"
"Yes?" Ishida said, trying his best not to slip out of his innocent tone. He sighed slightly, looking around for something to hit Takaaki with. He had to rely on his instincts for this... he envied animals that had been born with certain survival skills... he had none, except for being able to kill fast and easily.
This wasn't particularly helpful in the current situation. After all, Ishida didn't want to kill Takaaki... he just needed to get him out of the way somehow...
Ishida couldn't see a thing that would be helpful for what he needed... naturally there were no needles, syringes, ropes, or any kind of possibly dangerous chemicals around... so he had to rely on an already used technique.
The door was opened with a soft clicking noise, and before Ishida knew it he was jumping forward, teeth bared, his eye flames spitting and crackling.
Takaaki looked at Ishida in horror, before being thrust to the ground by the boy in front of him.
Takaaki pushed Ishida off and stared into his left eye, a look of pain on his face. "W-what... what did you do to him?!"
Tears could be seen forming in his eyes, and he looked genuinely terrified.
Ishida backed away a couple of steps, shaking his head. "He did it to himself... I-I think..." He felt sweat dripping down his neck, he was scarily nervous...
Why weren't things going as planned? Perhaps it was because Ishida didn't really have a plan in the first place... but he definitely wasn't expecting this...
"I said what did you do to him?!" Takaai began to look more panicked every second, causing Ishida to back away more.
Ishida kept shaking his head, feeling blood dribble from this eye and down his ghostly pale cheek.
"Why can't you just go away?!" Takaai started to shout louder and lose his composed nature to his emotions... something that scared Ishida greatly... seeing others experiencing extreme stress or emotion always made it harder to breathe... harder to get things done.
"I-I told you... it wasn't my doin'!" Ishida also began to raise his voice, backing away more... he started to growl, as if trying to threaten Takaaki to step back.
The man only stepped forwards more. "Give him back!" he yelled, tears streaming down his face. He jumped on Ishida, pushing him to the ground and glaring into his eyes threateningly.
Ishida felt more blood coming from his left eye.
Ishida stared at Takaaki in horror, before sighing heavily. "I..."
"I said give Kiyotaka back!"
"I CAN'T!" Ishida screamed, baring his sharp teeth and snarling at Takaaki, having no other option now than to try and scare him into not killing him...
"GIVE HIM BACK!" Takaaki was in tears at this point, and a few droplets of salty water dripped down onto Ishida, who felt a shiver course down his spine.
Ishida growled loudly again, before lunging forwards, biting the back of Takaaki's neck while he was leaning over him...
The man went stiff almost immediately, and fell on top of Ishida, who pushed him to the side carefully. Ishida checked his pulse.
As expected, he wasn't dead. Ishida had purposefully hit a pressure point and caused him to pass out, but unless there was any internal bleeding from the impact, then Takaaki would most likely be ok...
"I'm sorry..." Ishida stood up, trying not to look at the figure lying on the floor before him. For some reason... Ishida felt unsafe leaving him alive...
It wasn't the fact that he could easily search for Ishida, have him killed, or try to destroy him...
It was the fact that Ishida was now completely alone...
Ishida felt himself starting to cry again, and rolled his eyes. "Y-yer such a cry baby, ain'tcha?" he mumbled to himself, replying to this statement by a swift nod as he walked out of the room.