Disclaimer: Pot doesn't belong to me. Too sad, isn't it?

Rating: K+

Summary: His father threw him out. His only possibility going to his best friend. TakaFuji, Hints of Fujicest

A/N: English is not my first language; feel free to point out the mistakes I made.

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I'll always be here for you.

"Get out of here! Don't come back! As far as I'm concerned you're no longer my son!"

These sentences kept echoing in his mind while he was running. He kept running not paying attention to his surrounding, letting his feet guide him.

He stopped in front of a sliding door. No light could be seen inside the house so he decided to go somewhere else. He turned his back to the door and slowly began to walk away.

Kawamura opened the sliding door of the restaurant. He had to empty a bucket of dirty water in the gutter. It was pouring down. He recognized Fuji's figure through the curtain of rain.

Without thinking he ran after him. He caught him and brought him to the restaurant.

Fuji was shivering, he was drenched. Water was dripping from his hair. His shirt was sticking to his frail body.

Kawamura made him sit on a stool while taking a towel out of his closet. When he came back Fuji was sleeping with his head on the counter.

Kawamura patted him lightly on the shoulder. His friend couldn't sleep here in the restaurant and he was wet.

"Fujiko, wake up. You'll be ill if you don't dry yourself quickly"

Fuji stretched himself and looked at Kawamura with puffy and sleepy eyes.

He handed him the towel and gestured for him to follow him upstairs. He made him enter his bedroom before going back to the kitchen.

Kawamura was wondering why his best friend came here so late in the evening without an umbrella. He also knew that Fuji had been crying while running. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were red and puffy.

When he came back, Fuji was standing in the middle of the room, an apologetic smile on his lips. The towel was neatly folded on his bed.

"I'll go now. Thanks for everything Taka-san"

Fuji began to walk. It tried to go out of the room but Kawamura held him by the shoulder.

"You'll stay here for the night. It's 11 pm. It's too late to go out. I'll phone your parents and let them know you're here."

"It won't be necessary. My father threw me out. I can't go back. He won't let me come back."

Kawamura was shocked. He didn't know what to say. Fuji took this opportunity to go past him. He was slowly going down the stairs when Kawamura called him back.

"You don't have to leave. You can sleep here tonight… I'm sure your father didn't mean to upset you. Moreover you're still wet. Please stay."

Fuji went back to his friend's room; a tiny little smile was on his lips.

"Drink your tea and then you'll take a shower. I'll lend you one of my pajamas."

"Thank you Taka-san, you're a real friend."

Kawamura blushed and sat next to his best friend.

"Ne Fujiko, why did you say you dad kicked you out?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

He stood up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, dressed in Kawamura's smallest pajamas, he saw that his friend had brought a tray of wasabi sushi and two cups of green tea.

They ate in silence. Suddenly Kawamura stood up. He was blushing.

"Ne Fujiko, You know……..if there's anything…………bothering you……..you can come and talk to me."

Fuji stood up and locked his eyes in his friend's.

"I know."

Once their meal was over, Kawamura brought the tray back to the kitchen.

Back in his room he saw that Fuji had fallen asleep on his bed. He tucked him under the blanket and took his spare futon out of the closet.

He put it on the floor and went to sleep.

He was awoken by Fuji's sobs. He stood up and knelt beside the bed his friend was sleeping in. He was tossing and turning and his blanket was on the floor.

Through his sobs Kawamura could hear him beg a man, who had to be his father, to leave him alone.

"Please dad. It's not what you think. Don't beat me. Please. I didn't touch Yuuta this way. No I just rubbed his back because he hurt himself during his training. I didn't try to… No please don't hit me with your belt. I swear I didn't kiss him. Please. Mum, please tell dad I didn't try to molest my brother. Don't kick me out, please Mum, Dad I didn't do anything wrong…"

Fuji's sobs became louder. Kawamura couldn't stand to see his friend like that. He tried to wake him but he was too deeply asleep.

Kawamura climbed on the bed and lay himself next to Fuji. He pressed his body against his friend's and surrounded his frail waist with his hands.

Fuji stopped crying and made himself comfortable against his best friend's body.

Sensing that the crisis was over Kawamura whispered a few words in Fuji's ear.

"I will always be here for you"

And he drifted back to sleep.