[The night before had been... well, a night for sure. The evening rolled on and Ishimaru, who typically returned to his dorm well before his designated bedtime, especially these days nearing finals when he was SUPER bent on studying his brains out, didn't return. Every passing hour installed more questions and concerns in Mondo's head. Where the hell was he? It wasn't like him at all to be out late, past curfew no less. No one cherished and obeyed the school rules as much as that guy, and to find him deliberately disobeying them...? It was almost unthinkable. He'd searched the school twice- checked the library (it was closed), classrooms, the dorm building a couple times over... All was eerily devoid of Ishimaru. You'd think with a pair of lungs like his you'd at least hear him chastising someone for doing something wrong by now. It wasn't until midnight or so that Ishimaru returned soaked in blood (much to Mondo's horror, confusion, and disbelief) and even after being interrogated relentlessly unable to say more than that he'd been caught up in a fight, but he couldn't articulate it well at the time and promised to tell him more of the story soon. Well, okay, but now his head was filled to the brim with even more questions. Why the fuck was there so much blood?!
Unfortunately, the news story caught up with him before Ishimaru could.
At first, it was nothing but a boring old newsflash. The words that sent ice through his blood sounded a little like, "The murder suspects, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Vivian blah blah attend Smash Academy..."
murder - blood-stained clothes, the disturbed face he wore when he came in. No way... it couldn't be!! The ice spread to his heart and chilled it. His mind, however, was hot and racing. Murder had been quite a common theme with his life- especially lately, and it was easy to jump right along with this conclusion. It didn't stop being shocking. His attention was perked acutely for the rest of the story, and he could breathe again when he heard "self-defense" and that it was this Vivian student who fired the shots, but even that wasn't entirely satisfying to hear because that's not a magical ticket to getting out of potential consequences for this. Look, the police were already all over him apparently, and he knew the police well enough to know that they could be complete asswipes. Shit shit shit shit this was bad.
Also... non-human? Uh. He was sure Ishimaru was pretty human. Anyway.
He had no time to spare. He had to badger Ishimaru about this all over again, and this time he wasn't taking no for an answer. He'd beat the words out of him if he had to. Unfortunately for Mondo, his bro was a little too hung up to talk with him about it. You know, since his infernal cell phone rang just before he could spit any words out. And now he's talking about the things HE wanted to talk with him about. Stubbornly, and with obvious contempt, he waited for his phone call to end, despite how tempted he was to yank it right out of his hands. AGAIN. (hey that was that one asshole who calls at 3 AM on the other end right because no wonder the urge was so strong).]
STOP. REACTION TIME.
Unfortunately, the news story caught up with him before Ishimaru could.
At first, it was nothing but a boring old newsflash. The words that sent ice through his blood sounded a little like, "The murder suspects, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, Vivian blah blah attend Smash Academy..."
murder - blood-stained clothes, the disturbed face he wore when he came in. No way... it couldn't be!! The ice spread to his heart and chilled it. His mind, however, was hot and racing. Murder had been quite a common theme with his life- especially lately, and it was easy to jump right along with this conclusion. It didn't stop being shocking. His attention was perked acutely for the rest of the story, and he could breathe again when he heard "self-defense" and that it was this Vivian student who fired the shots, but even that wasn't entirely satisfying to hear because that's not a magical ticket to getting out of potential consequences for this. Look, the police were already all over him apparently, and he knew the police well enough to know that they could be complete asswipes. Shit shit shit shit this was bad.
Also... non-human? Uh. He was sure Ishimaru was pretty human. Anyway.
He had no time to spare. He had to badger Ishimaru about this all over again, and this time he wasn't taking no for an answer. He'd beat the words out of him if he had to. Unfortunately for Mondo, his bro was a little too hung up to talk with him about it. You know, since his infernal cell phone rang just before he could spit any words out. And now he's talking about the things HE wanted to talk with him about. Stubbornly, and with obvious contempt, he waited for his phone call to end, despite how tempted he was to yank it right out of his hands. AGAIN. (hey that was that one asshole who calls at 3 AM on the other end right because no wonder the urge was so strong).]