(A/N: This is my first fic so go easy on me? This does include domestic violence, so if that bothers you, please don't read. The idea popped into my head earlier today, and I don't know how I feel about writing violence, but I could write worse things. (Which I won't). But yay! Slight HaruxRin in the beginning and then after that, mainly HaruxMakoto! So this will be a multi-chapter fic, but I may not continue it, depending on the response. And as of right now, I won't be writing smut, but that may change! Un-beta'd. I am open to constructive criticism.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Free! sadly.
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It Has Always Been You
Chapter 1

Makoto was woken up to three sharp knocks on his door. Groaning, he looks over at his clock, it revealing to him in bright blue numbers that is it 3:36 in the morning. "Who would come to my house at four in the morning?" He thought slightly bitterly as he got up from bed. The storm that was currently raging outside whipped rain and wind against the side of his house.

Makoto reached the door and unlocked it, not bothering to look through the peep hole, as the rain would make it impossible to see through anyhow. Out of all the possibilities running through his head about who might be behind that door, he definitely didn't ponder on the mystery man. His breath left him as his once best friend, Haruka Nanase, stood at his door, a bag in one hand, drenched head to toe from the relentless rain.

"Haru?"
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Mako led Haru into the house, getting him a towel and some dry clothes to change into. It had been at least two years since they had seen each other, so Mako could only wonder why he has shown up at his house in the middle of the night, in one of the worst storms of the winter.

Haru hadn't said much since he came into the house. Only a soft greeting of "Hey, Makoto. It's been a while," and a soft "Thanks," after receiving the change of clothes. Makoto had harbored feelings of anger towards Haru, but mainly towards his old friend, Rin Matsuoka. It was Rin's fault that Haru had stopped talking to the swim team, and it was his fault Makoto hadn't seen Haru in two years. After going back to his post-Australian self and only talking to Haru, giving him the ultimatum of his love forever, or his teammates, Haru chose Rin. It tore through Makoto's heart like a ton of daggers, watching Haru throw him, Nagisa and Rei away like that. He knew why Haru had done it, however. He knew Haru had had feelings for Rin since middle school, and who was Makoto to come between people in love? He knew what it was to love someone, and then he experienced heartbreak when that someone chose Rin over him.

Out of all the things he expected, seeing a large bruise forming against Haru's cheekbone was not one of them. Now that Mako had gotten him into a lit room, he could see the purple standing out against his beautiful, pale skin. Anger coursed through him, knowing that the bruise was most likely a product of Rin. Keeping his anger hidden, he took a long look at Haru. "Would you like some tea?"

"Sure." Haru replied, lowering his head as to not make eye contact with Makoto. It wasn't that he was afraid; he just didn't know what Mako was thinking at the moment. It was a stupid idea to come to him after two years of radio silence, but he didn't think about it until he had seen Mako standing in the doorway, a look of pure shock and confusion on his face.

Makoto nodded and began making the tea. He kept silent, not sure of what to say at this point. He poured a cup of tea and handed it off to Haru before pouring himself one. He turned towards Haru, noting as Haru took a sip of the hot tea, that the ring that once graced his finger was missing. Mako was the first to break the silence. "Are you going to tell me why you showed up at my home at four in the morning, in the middle of a storm?"

Haru sighed, "I left Rin. I.. I couldn't think of anywhere else to go. But I needed to get out of there. I'm sorry. I know it's been a while. I can go if you want me too.." He trailed off, running his fingers through his dark locks.

Mako let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "I won't shoo you away. Not in this weather. Why don't we finish our tea and then get some rest? We can talk more about this in the morning." Haru nodded and drank some more of the hot drink, feeling his body warm up from it. After about five more minutes of semi-awkward silence, Mako led Haru to his room, telling him that he could stay in there and that he'd be in the guest room if he needed anything. Haru settled down into bed, and as Mako went to walk out, his hand was caught by Haru's.

"Stay. Please. I don't want to be alone." Haru begged. Makoto's facial expression softened from stoic to a soft, sad smile. Silently, he laid in the bed next to Haru, keeping his eyes on hum as he closed his eyes. Only when he heard the labored breathing that meant Haru had fallen asleep did he close his eyes and let the tiredness wash over him, pulling him back to a steady sleep.

(A/N: Okay I know that was kind of bad, but bear with me, I am just a lowly sixteen year old girl who can't write to save her life. Let me know what you think?)