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Fandom: Airgear
Characters: Kazu, Ikki
Genre: Angst
The second he saw his eyes, Ikki hated himself more than he'd ever hated anything. This was his fault. This was all his fault, and the realization made him so ill he turned to the side and vomited stomach bile all over the asphalt. The rain washed it away, along with Kazu's blood.
"Kazu," Ikki whispered hoarsely, and reached out with trembling fingers to touch his best friend's pale cheek. "Kazu."
Kazu's glazed eyes rolled lazily to the side to fix Ikki with an empty stare. No, not empty. Pained. Terrified. Empty of anything Ikki had hoped to see there. His lips parted with each strangled gasp; there was a gargle.
Oh God.
"Kazu." Ikki swallowed to avoid another retching spell, and his hand cupped Kazu's face. It was cold, but it was also raining. Clinging to hope. "Hang in there. There's an ambulance on the way." His cellphone lay forgotten and soaked to disuse on the ground beside his knee. His eyes burned.
Kazu blinked slowly at him, expression softening from a detached, pained grimace to a slack frown. This was not a good sign. "Kazu," Ikki urged desperately, and tasted salt as he reached, took Kazu's hand, rubbed his thumb over Kazu's knuckles.
Nothing. Not even a flicker.
"Fuck," Ikki sobbed, dropping his chin to his chest. Even if Kazu lived-
Even if he survived-
"F-Fuck-!!" And Ikki pressed Kazu's fingers to his forehead and wept.
"You can't do tricks for shit, Kazu," Ikki scoffed when the blonde had beaten him in yet another timed race. Perhaps it was jealousy that spawned the words, but it wouldn't hurt for the "Jet" to practice a little technique, anyways. He doubted Kazu could even name a trick.
"So?" Kazu responded defensively, tapping his front wheel against the ground impatiently; thunder rumbled and he tucked his hands into his pockets. "As long as I win the match, who cares if I can do tricks or not?"
"Because then you've got no style! Sure, you can win just by being fast, but the only trick you've ever done is that Flame Road one, and I didn't even get to see that!" Ikki was pretty pissed about it, too. No matter how much he goaded his slim friend, he wouldn't perform it for him. Excused himself with saying he was "nervous."
"Yeah, well, tough shit." Kazu pulled the lip of his beanie so far down it nearly covered his eyes.
Ikki scowled and snatched up Kazu's wrist in a vice-like grip, dragging him down the road.
"Hey!" Kazu's nails pried at his palm, but Ikki didn't let go. "What the hell are you doing, Ikki?!"
"I'm gonna teach you some tricks," he insisted stubbornly. "We're going to that construction site down near the canal."
"My sister wants me home for dinner," Kazu pointed out desperately, scrambling for an excuse.
"You never do what your sister says."
"I always listen to her!" Kazu protested, but it fell upon deaf ears and he sighed, allowing himself to be led to the bank littered with steel and concrete beams, a skeletal bridge perched precariously over the waterway. When Ikki was in one of these moods, there was no point in arguing with him.
"We're sorry."
No.
"There's nothing we can do."
Not here, in the rain. At least try, damn you!
Kazu's face was covered in white. No. No!
Ikki had flown at the paramedics, at Kazu, pulling, pushing, shaking, hitting, everything but Kazu didn't jump up, join in like a proper delinquent. Didn't move.
All his fault. It was all his fault. If he hadn't made Kazu get into ATs- if he hadn't-
If he hadn't-
It was all his fault.
It's all my fault.
Characters: Kazu, Ikki
Genre: Angst
The second he saw his eyes, Ikki hated himself more than he'd ever hated anything. This was his fault. This was all his fault, and the realization made him so ill he turned to the side and vomited stomach bile all over the asphalt. The rain washed it away, along with Kazu's blood.
"Kazu," Ikki whispered hoarsely, and reached out with trembling fingers to touch his best friend's pale cheek. "Kazu."
Kazu's glazed eyes rolled lazily to the side to fix Ikki with an empty stare. No, not empty. Pained. Terrified. Empty of anything Ikki had hoped to see there. His lips parted with each strangled gasp; there was a gargle.
Oh God.
"Kazu." Ikki swallowed to avoid another retching spell, and his hand cupped Kazu's face. It was cold, but it was also raining. Clinging to hope. "Hang in there. There's an ambulance on the way." His cellphone lay forgotten and soaked to disuse on the ground beside his knee. His eyes burned.
Kazu blinked slowly at him, expression softening from a detached, pained grimace to a slack frown. This was not a good sign. "Kazu," Ikki urged desperately, and tasted salt as he reached, took Kazu's hand, rubbed his thumb over Kazu's knuckles.
Nothing. Not even a flicker.
"Fuck," Ikki sobbed, dropping his chin to his chest. Even if Kazu lived-
Even if he survived-
"F-Fuck-!!" And Ikki pressed Kazu's fingers to his forehead and wept.
"You can't do tricks for shit, Kazu," Ikki scoffed when the blonde had beaten him in yet another timed race. Perhaps it was jealousy that spawned the words, but it wouldn't hurt for the "Jet" to practice a little technique, anyways. He doubted Kazu could even name a trick.
"So?" Kazu responded defensively, tapping his front wheel against the ground impatiently; thunder rumbled and he tucked his hands into his pockets. "As long as I win the match, who cares if I can do tricks or not?"
"Because then you've got no style! Sure, you can win just by being fast, but the only trick you've ever done is that Flame Road one, and I didn't even get to see that!" Ikki was pretty pissed about it, too. No matter how much he goaded his slim friend, he wouldn't perform it for him. Excused himself with saying he was "nervous."
"Yeah, well, tough shit." Kazu pulled the lip of his beanie so far down it nearly covered his eyes.
Ikki scowled and snatched up Kazu's wrist in a vice-like grip, dragging him down the road.
"Hey!" Kazu's nails pried at his palm, but Ikki didn't let go. "What the hell are you doing, Ikki?!"
"I'm gonna teach you some tricks," he insisted stubbornly. "We're going to that construction site down near the canal."
"My sister wants me home for dinner," Kazu pointed out desperately, scrambling for an excuse.
"You never do what your sister says."
"I always listen to her!" Kazu protested, but it fell upon deaf ears and he sighed, allowing himself to be led to the bank littered with steel and concrete beams, a skeletal bridge perched precariously over the waterway. When Ikki was in one of these moods, there was no point in arguing with him.
"We're sorry."
No.
"There's nothing we can do."
Not here, in the rain. At least try, damn you!
Kazu's face was covered in white. No. No!
Ikki had flown at the paramedics, at Kazu, pulling, pushing, shaking, hitting, everything but Kazu didn't jump up, join in like a proper delinquent. Didn't move.
All his fault. It was all his fault. If he hadn't made Kazu get into ATs- if he hadn't-
If he hadn't-
It was all his fault.
It's all my fault.