OHEIUPDATE ;; v ;; (I still don't own Air Gear… good. I'd have made Kazu's life hell omfg)
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"Here," Said Ikki, throwing some clothes at Kazu. "Bathroom's yours."
Gathering the previously well folded and wrinkle-free clothes, the blonde nodded, then rose from the bed and left.
It was weird. A few days had already passed since the Flame King had moved in with the Noyamanos, yet he hadn't spoken a word since the crash apart the "Let's go" he'd offered his friend.
Ikki tried to fill the awkward silences, but the blonde never responded. Sometimes, he'd sit in front of his friend, try to make eye contact, talk, wake him the fuck up, but to no avail. It would scare him even more; the blank lifeless stare that would just go through the Storm King.
It would actually scare him.
A week had gone by since the crash, slowly, uneventfully. Having been excused from his classes and practices, Kazu spent his time thinking. Remembering the people he'd loved so much, the ones who'd supported him from the start, those who'd never once doubted him, his family.
When he was alone, he'd let the tears flow, hoping they'd take this horrid pain with them. And sure, the pain dulled, but it never fully disappeared. The funeral hadn't helped, but by that time, there weren't many tears left to shed, and the pain never left anymore.
At the beginning of the next week, he returned to school and resumed going to practices as well. He never spoke though, that didn't change. The teachers stopped asking him questions after a while. Rumors went around that the shock had caused him to become mute.
Ikki would spend what seemed like too little time to him thinking about his friend. How was Kazu feeling? Why wouldn't he talk to anyone anymore? Why the fuck can't he talk to me?
When the minutes faded into hours and the Storm King became unreachable during his "trances", the girls started to seriously worry about him. And he noticed. But it's not me! Fuck! Kazu's the one who needs help! They say he only needs time, to get over it, but he needs help too! He's got that post-tramatic whateverthehellit'scalled! Fuck- what do I do? Act normal? That could help, theoretically, right?
It was sort of strange though, how the jet's grades had been getting better, he was among the top 30 in the grade now, and he was working harder than he had been before his going to America. "King of the Flame Road" wasn't the title it used to be. The power behind the name now, it would send shivers down the spines of the toughest guys and bring them to a cold sweat in seconds at most. It was so awe-inspiring; no one would ever be able to live up to it.
Three weeks had just barely passed, yet so much had happened. Kazu had been working himself to the bone. Every time anyone would see him he was training, doing homework, studying, anything to get his mind off the recent tragedy.
Ikki would see his face during practice, when he was taking a break. One moment, it was calm, as usual, the next, it would show an expression of pain and shock. And every time it'd happen, he'd shake his head, run it under some cold water, and practice for an extra hour, sometimes two.
Once… Once he'd caught his friend crying. The crow was supposed to be out, he forgot where, with whom, and why he'd been back early- but he was glad he'd missed whatever it was (probably detention). Because he'd opened the door to his room and Kazu was there, on the floor, back against the wall, head up, tears streaming down his face in silence.
Ikki didn't know what to do, for once. It sort of shocked him to see his best friend like that (though he would neither deny nor affirm the fact later, if people would ask). So he'd gotten onto his knees and hugged the boy, who tentatively grasped at the fabric between the other's shoulder blades, and began to truly sob.
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And school, fuck school, I give up.
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That mistake on "traumatic" was on purpose… just btw