DAY TWO ; 1:45 A.M.

The way onto the roof of the tourist attraction was almost stupidly simple. It had taken a while to find – the pantry in a kitchenette on the top floor was not, in fact, a pantry and actually the entrance to the ladder that lead to the trapdoor that led to the roof – but it was so incredibly simple that Kyouko Kirigiri wondered why she hadn't found it earlier.

Ishimaru had been standing guard since about ten, and she was about to go relieve him. Fujisaki had fallen asleep over his computer, one hand still on the keyboard, face pressed into the desk, at around nine P.M. Kirigiri didn't blame him; he'd had a stressful day. They all had.

Ishimaru was sitting with his back straight on the roof, Uzi by his side, katana across his lap, tracker in his hand. Kirigiri crossed the distance between them and sat down beside him.

"Get some sleep," she said. "I'll keep watch."

Ishimaru looked at her. While his posture didn't suggest any tiring, the dark circles under his eyes and general sallow complexion said otherwise. "I'm fine," he said. It was less snappish than he'd been in the past few hours, which had been a little weird, if Kirigiri was being honest with herself. He must really be tired.

"It won't do us any good if you fall asleep in the middle of a fight," Kirigiri said. Ishimaru scowled and rubbed at his eyes.

"I'm fine."

"Ishimaru-"

"Ishida," he snapped. "Ishimaru's gone. Oowada's gone. Ishida. Both of them, because alone they weren't worth shit."

Kirigir looked at him, looked closer, and saw that he was close to tears. "Just go get some sleep," she said. "Leave me the tracker and the Uzi. Go downstairs and find someplace to sleep."

Ishimaru looked at her, eyes wide and red and shiny with tears, and she pointed to the trapdoor. He opened his mouth to protest. She took the Uzi and reached over him for the tracker, nearly nicking herself on the katana. She would have been a little nervous about him having the katana, because his mental/emotional state did not seem to be the greatest and she feared him snapping, but he might snap earlier if she attempted to take away his blade. He seemed attached. He was good with it, she'd seen that much when he'd held back Saionji, but there had to be something more to it for him to be so attached.

"Ishimaru killed Souda," he said abruptly. Kirigiri looked at him, startled. Not only was it an interesting time to bring that up, Ishimaru had killed someone? She couldn't imagine that. Not even in the wildest situation. He swallowed and rubbed at his eyes. "Souda k-k-killed Oowada. He had no choice. There was no choice. Souda had to die. Oowada died. Ishimaru l-left to himself, and then Ishida-"

He burst into tears, chest heaving up and down and wailing. Kirigiri glanced around, glanced at the tracker, and was glad to see that there wasn't anyone too close. There were a few dots at the far end of a zone next to theirs, but there were only two, and they could be dead. Either way, they were too far to hear Ishimaru's sobs.

"Oowada's dead," he wailed. "He was t-the first ever friend and then he died, and it's not fair, he shouldn't have died, he shouldn't have died, his body shouldn't have died."

Kirigiri had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation.

"A-and Souda- Souda never- he was scared and- s-s-self-defense-" he broke down again, tears raining down his cheeks and nose running. "C-completely- slit his th-throat-"

"Get some sleep," Kirigiri managed. Ishimaru kept wailing. "You'll… you'll feel better after you've had sleep."

She didn't know if this was entirely true, but she thought it would definitely help. Ishimaru rubbed his face fiercely, wiping his nose and eyes, and he stood up shakily. The katana hung at his side, and he practically stumbled over to the trapdoor. Kirigiri watched him go, a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched him.

She certainly hoped that Fujisaki would be able to finish hacking into the school soon.

19 STUDENTS REMAINING

bad things man. bad things.