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

Rating: T

Summary: Eiji loves Oishi but Oishi loves someone else. Fuji is the middle… GP Fuji/Eiji

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

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FEELINGS

Several days had passed. Fuji was a little bit calmer but it didn't mean that he played the way he used to. He was still cold with Kikumaru, so was Kikumaru. They only talked when necessary and they spent time together only when they had no other choice.

They still sat next to each other, only because their teachers didn't receive a valid explanation to allow the shift. They were avoiding each other, one looking through the window when the other one tried to throw a glance to his neighbor's copybook or staring at the blackboard when the other one tried to borrow a pen.

Even teachers were puzzled by this attitude. At the beginning they said nothing, thinking that they had a minor fight and that everything would be soon back to normal. Well they were mistaken.

Their lack of communication had an impact on the classroom so their world history teacher decided to try to make things go back to normal.

"Students, as you all know we'll study France in a few weeks. I thought that instead of giving you a lesson, you will be the one giving a lesson to your classmates. You will work in pair and the project is for next week; so no slacking off please."

"Sensei, can we choose our partner?" A random student asked.

"No I chose the pairing and the theme. So let's start. Fukawa and Kawamoto you'll deal with World War I; Toriyama and Suzuka World War II; Endoh and Hisagi the Renaissance…. Fuji and Kikumaru the French revolution and to finish Saruwatari and Nakashima Louis XIV. If you haven't any question you are free to leave the class."

The students began to walk toward their partner to decide who will do what and when and where they would meet.

Everybody except Fuji and Kikumaru. They were staring at each other. Neither of the two wanted to talk first. The teacher was the one to talk.

"Why aren't you talking about your project? I want to know who will do what. And I want to know it now. So I'm waiting"

Fuji looked at Kikumaru and Kikumaru looked at him.

"I'll deal with the bloody part of the event: the Revolution itself. I know you don't like blood that much Ei…. Kikumaru"

"Thanks for remembering that. It means that I will work on the causes and the consequences."

"You have our answers. Can we leave sensei?"

"Yes. Just a last detail, you'll be the first to be questioned."

Both of them bowed and exited the classroom. Kikumaru ran towards the exit of the building. Fuji stood there, staring at his friend's back.

Apart from the glance they exchanged during their little talk with their teacher nothing had changed. But Fuji was happy, Kikumaru talked to him. Okay he was forced to but he talked and looked at him with shiny eyes.

On the next morning, Kikumaru found a note in his locker. He read it and crumpled it. He was about to throw it in a dustbin when the bell rang. He pocketed the note and ran toward his classroom.

Fuji smiled when he saw him entering the classroom just before the teacher. Kikumaru smiled at his friend but quickly he turned his face away.

"Fiouuuuu I made it in time. If I hadn't Fuji would have come with a good excuse…. Wait I don't need him, he is no longer my friend. I could have thought of an excuse all alone. Why did he smile when I came and why did I smile back? I hate him, I hate him more than Oishi. Why did I phone him last week, why did he put a note in my locker?"

Kikumaru kept thinking about all this stuff instead of paying attention to his teacher. Unfortunately for him, said teacher noticed his pupil's lack of attention and threw a piece of chalk which hit him on the head.

"Kikumaru, out, now!"

Kikumaru came out of his trance and looked at the teacher not knowing what he wanted from him. He looked at Fuji who always helped him when he was in this situation. Fuji looked at the blackboard, ignoring his friend.

"Kikumaru OUT!"

The teacher was really angry and Kikumaru did what he was told. Before closing the door he threw a last glance to Fuji. Fuji didn't look a t him. No sign showing that he cared for his friend was visible on his face.

Once Kikumaru was out, Fuji raised his head and looked at the door. A sad smile was lingering on his face.

During lunch Fuji placed a copy of the lesson in his friend's locker. Then he climbed on the roof to eat. He just started to open his bento when the roof door was opened.

Oishi was walking in his direction and sat opposite to him.

"Fuji, what have you done to Eiji?"

His tone was harsh, so different from the one he normally used that Fuji opened his eyes.

"Nothing."

"So why is he avoiding you?"

"I think you now the reason pretty well!"

"If I knew the reason I wouldn't have come here to ask you about it."

"I didn't know you were that dense my dear Oishi. So I'll explain it to you with easy words. Listen carefully because I won't repeat myself."

Fuji locked his icy blue eyes in Oishi's green one.

"You are the reason why he is avoiding me. He knows I was aware of the situation between Hasegawa and you and that I didn't tell him. Now he hates me. He hates me because I tried to protect him. He hates me because of YOU!"

Fuji stood up, leaving his untouched bento on the floor, and he left. Oishi stared at the door being slammed. A look of pure shock was on his face.

He didn't want to believe what Fuji told him. The Kikumaru he knew would never reject a friend who tried to protect him. Fuji was certainly trying to make him feel guilty about everything that happened.

Kikumaru was in the school park, under a tree. He was quietly eating his lunch while looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him. He was thinking about everything that had happened since the day Oishi told he didn't love him.

Deep inside the wound was still bleeding but he acted as if it had healed. He knew he couldn't prevent Oishi from loving Hasegawa. He accepted it. But Fuji's betrayal was unacceptable. He was his best friend, his classmate, from time to time a double partner…

Yes Kikumaru was hurt and thinking about all these things again made him sad. Tears were beginning to fall as his lunch period was slowly coming to an end.

He jumped on his feet, wiping his tears with the sleeves of his uniform. He began to run when he felt something falling from his pocket. He stopped and turned himself. A crumpled piece of paper was on the floor.

He picked it up and read it while walking. Suddenly he heard the bell ring, so he decided to take a short-cut by passing through the tennis courts. He was running, hoping to reach his classroom before the second ringing.

He just passed the practice wall, when he heard a loud BANG. Curious, he came back on his track

He was facing the wall and what he saw made him freeze.

Fuji was hitting the wall with his fists. Little droplets of blood were coming out of his knuckles. Suddenly he collapsed and began to sob. He was embracing himself, staining his white shirt with blood.

Kikumaru was shocked. He had never seen Fuji like that before. Without realizing it he came close to him, knelt and hugged him…

End part 3

LastA/N: Still sad but I think that the mood is slowly lightening. I'm really sorry if Fuji and Kikumaru seem OOC. Well when I wrote this chapter I thought it would be the last. I was wrong.

Nasty me for ending it like that