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Realistic or Modern Young, Wild, & Free

"Kenta you are one of the smartest, most considerate, and most talented people I know... There's a lot going on in your life right now hun...a lot... But you have me and all the guys... We've got your back... You'll figure something out, something that will make your parents and your sister happy and proud... Because that's just the kind of guy you are..."


Gypsy smiled at him, her own eyes starting to get a bit teary. She blinked the tears back, knowing that right now one of them had to be the strong one and there was no way that it would be him. It was something she had a lot of experience with anyway, playing the rock for others in tough situations. It was a side effect of her level-headedness, people found her calming. Still with the way her fingers were gripped tightly around the wheel it would be obvious to anyone perceptive that she was struggling to keep it all in line too, she was just doing a pretty damn good job at masking it. Her phone buzzed on the dash and she instantly grabbed it, glad they were at a stop light. Reading Kiri's message she nodded to herself shot a quick response then set the phone on the dash board again. They were almost at the hospital anyway.


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Kir, grab Blake, my guitar and Kenta's violin. Hospital now. Maybe tell the others but don't need to many people at the hospital. See you there
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On the way :/
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Thanks. Kenta isn't handling this well at all.
 

I get to the top of the trail leading from the house and reply Kat back. Afterwards I turn and begin to drive hastily but cautiously towards the hospital. Kiri looks on at Blake just sitting there, looking out of the window. Distraught, distent. The revving of the strong loud engine takes over the sound of the car. "Blake....why are you so quiet...?"


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Kenta starts to stop crying and he passes out hoping it is all a bad dream. He starts to dream of running in the house with his sister in Japan. Then she trips and falls and busts her head open. Kenta starts to freak calling for mom and dad but as soon as he goes for the phone he sees that both of his parents are dead in the living room with a message on the phone that he plays it's his Dad's, Mom's, and his Sister's voice saying 'All because of you. It's your fault we're dead. If you would have never had been born we wouldn't be dead. It's your fault.' Kenta starts to cry and scream all at the same time.
 
Gypsy looked over as Kenta passed out against the car door. Her eyes widened as she uttered a stream of curses under her breath. She floored it, the engine on the car soon overriding the soft music she had playing. As he starts crying and screaming she starts cussing louder. Pulling a hard turn she turns into the parking lot of a nearby park. Leaving the engine running she cranks the AC and rolls down the window slightly. She's seen people have freak outs like this before, hell she had them herself. She needed him to breathe, to calm down, and to wake the hell up. She shot a quick text to Kiri, dropping her phone on her lap before moving closer to Kenta. Slipping her hand behind his back she leaned him forward slightly, grabbing one of his hands and rubbing his back. She began speaking to him calmly but loud enough to be heard over his screams.

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"Kenta... Try to breathe... I'm right here... It's okay... Whatever it is it's going to be okay... Listen to me... Calm down and breathe..."
 
Kenta wakes up realizing it was all a bad dream but he can't stop crying. He realizes that he probably scared the living shit out of Gypsy. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I killed them if I wouldn't have rushed them so much then maybe... maybe they'd still be alive and then I wouldn't have scared you and I-I-I I wouldn't have been so emotional. The only reason I drink so much is so that way I'll forget that it happened. I remember before the plane crashed I didn't touch alcohol at all. Do you want to know why I learned so many instruments? It's because of my sister she was my inspiration and my light. She was the reason I learned 17 different instruments and became a master at all of them. She was training to become an Opera soprano. She could already hit all of the notes required and could hold them out of 2 hours and yet her trainer said that she would never become one because she was to emotional." Kenta realized that they were at the park that was 3 blocks away from the hospital. "That's it. I'm never going to play an instrument again." Kenta opened the door and started to walk towards the hospital.
 

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Kiri's phone goes off as they drive towards the hospital. Blake has still yet to say anything...Kiri started to believe there was more between them two that the surface revealed. Kiri just looks at Blake for a moment, as he continues to look out of the window. Upon reaching a four way intersection, Kiri checks her phone as she reads and replies Kat. Kiri then gets uneasy and begins to bounce her leg up and down.
"Come on light....Blake, we're going to the park...."


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Gypsy's eye twitched as she got of the car. She crossed the parking lot behind Kenta knowing that she had hit her very last nerve. Grabbing him by the shoulder she spun him around to face her. In a flash her hand went up as she smacked him across the face. She wasn't a weak girl by any means and the slap had a good deal of force behind it enough to make a loud pop as she hit his face. She could see the red mark from where her hand had landed on her face but she had not intention of apologizing. She was crying, something she rarely did and her expression was one of sadness and exhaustion.


"Kenta you fucking idiot... Do you really think they would blame you for an accident....? Because that's what it was...an accident... You can wish things were different all you want... You can cry, scream, do whatever the hell it takes for you to feel better... But you NEVER blame yourself and you NEVER think they would blame you for what happened... Do you think they would want you to give up...? Your parents, your sister, they loved you... Hell they're probably still loving you from the afterlife... But you're standing around beating yourself up, giving up on everything you've ever done because you think they hate you...? You want to do something...anything then it damn well better be something that would make them smile, something that would make them proud... I know what it feels like to be hurt and blaming yourself... It feels like shit... But you can not give up... Or else if they're not mad at you now they sure as hell will be..."


Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand and smearing her make up in the process Gypsy sighed. She ran a trembling hand through her hair. She was emotional, yea. Though she did her best not to show it. But to see one of her friends beating himself up like this. It was to much for her. Running a trembling hand through her hair she clenched her hand around her phone. Taking Kenta's other hand in her own she started walking towards not the hospital but a park bench. Her phone vibrated in her hand and she glanced down at the screen.
 
Kenta escapes from Gypsy's hand while she glanced at her screen and runs towards the hospital. Good Thing i kept swimming I know I can outrun her I just wish I didn't have too. Kenta reaches the hospital desk, "Where is my sister? Her name is Yayoi Nakashima. Tell me is she in the morgue?" The nurse responds, "I'm sorry Kenta for your loss," Kenta's face looks to the floor and starts to cry again but no tears come out. The nurse says, "Kenta, I can take you to her. Would you like that?" Kenta nods yes.


As they reach the morgue He sees that his sister is on the table

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He passes out and starts to have a seizer. The nurse calls for doctors and the last thing he remembers is being put in a gurney.
 

Kiri pulls up on the corner of the park with the hospital in view on the other side of it. She looks around for Kat and Kenta with those eagle eyes of hers and spots Kat in the middle parking lot of the park looking distraught. Kiri gasses the Mustang over to her best friend, and looks for Kenta but doesn't see him around anywhere. She looks over in the passenger seat to an asleep Blake. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me...." Kiri parks the Mustang in the middle of the lot and gets out looking at a teary eyed Gypsy. "Oh my God, what happened where's Kenta? Kat..?"


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Gypsy looked up running a hand through her hair. The other was cradled on her lap and slightly bloody. Off to the side of the bench a waist high lamp, meant to light the park pathway at night was surrounded by shattered glass, one of the heavy glass panes missing. When Kenta had torn away from her and ran towards the hospital she had lost what remaining shred of self control she had and punched the glass out of the lamp since it was the closest thing to her. She sighed leaning back on the bench her eyes still slightly red and her make-up a mess. Picking small shards of glass out of her fist she supposed she would need a bandage. Good thing they were by the hospital anyway. When she spoke her tone was tired and her eyes a lot less than vibrant.


"Kenta fucking bolted on me when I looked down to check my phone... He's probably at the hospital..."
 

"Uhhhhhhhhh which is where we need to get YOU..." Kiri exclaims as she sees the shards of glass on the ground with small coats and splatters of red. Gypsy was never one to cry, Kiri and her prided themselves on being the "troopers" of the crew in situations like these, and the look of Kat's make up didn't suggest a positive reaction to all the transpired events. Kiri felt the glass against her feet as she just remembered she left so impulsively she forgot to put back on her flops. "Come on, we're going. Now. Lemme just get me some shoes out of the trunk." Kiri sprints and pops her trunk and equips her highlighter green Nike Shox. Walking over to Kat, she takes her other hand and joins it with hers as they trek for the hospital.


"[sighs] Tell me what happened babe...."


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"Oi you coming too Blake or are you gonna waist you life sitting in Kiri's car... Someone's gotta carry the instruments..." (@Liir Ko)


Katarina let Kiri take her other, less injured had as the two started out towards the hospital. Her other hand was trembling, partially from her emotional state and partially from the fact that it felt like her hand was on fire. She was the hide your feeling until later sort but at times like these, when all that emotion leaked out it was usually explosive. She gave Kiri a weak grin and began to try to explain what had happened.


"Best I can tell you is Kenta started flipping out in the car... I stopped to get him some air and calm down and he started babbling some nonsense about everything being his fault and how he was never going to play an instrument again, and how life was pointless... Then he took off towards the hospital... I stopped him the first time and tried to talk some sense in to him and when I tried to get him to sit with me and calm down a bit he took off running... I should have jacked his ass up..."
 

"He's grieving Kat, you know that. Not everyone can take as much as we're designed to....plus he's had it extra rough lately. Just give him time boo, he'll come around okay?" Kiri then looks back at Blake "BLAKE WAKE UP AND BE A FREAKIN' FRIEND HUH? ANYDAY NOW!" Kiri gives him an irate look as she shakes her head.


"You gotta try not to be so hostile Katty, he's fragile, especially now..."


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"I tried nice... I tried patient... But I'm worried Kir...that he won't come around or that when he does it'll be to late... I can't..."


She gritted her teeth, cutting off the last part of her statement. She couldn't go through it again. She couldn't lose another friend to grief and self-blame. It had happened to her once before, when she hadn't been a part of the group. She'd only had one other friend before them and the band. But they were gone, by their own hand and their own choice. She didn't want to see it happen again, not to someone else she cared about. She squeezed her hand more tightly, digging her nails into her palm.
 

Kiri had seen the concern on Gypsy's face and feels the intense pressure of her nails into her palm. Kiri didn't budge at the pain, but rather embraced it as she uses her other hand to place it on Kat's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay, you hear me? You have to have faith that's all." Kiri still remembered that night in 12th grade Gypsy had opened up to her about her other friend. No way ANYONE of us was going through that. We were too close, too important to each other. "Let's just go be there for our friend mmkay?"


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The first thing that Kenta saw when waking up was not his friends but was his Dad's old advisor. "Hello, Kenta. How are you doing?" The guy looked like he was about to die just from worrying about Kenta. "I've been better what happened???" The old guy said, "Well you apparently had an aneurysm and it burst when you saw your sister which is what caused your seizures and lucky for you they got to the bleed just in time to stop it."


I said to no one in particular "I need to text my friends they are probably worrying a lot about me. Considering that I ran from them just to get here." Kenta texted Gypsy "Sorry I ran. I saw my sister in the morgue and had a seizure because of an aneurysm and they had to do emergency surgery to get to the bleed but I'm fine. :) "
 
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