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

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

He rubbed his back, trying to calm him. Seeing it was useless he slapped him. Fuji stopped crying and looked at the person who slapped him.

When he saw the face of his best friends he backed away. He tried to escape, to run away from this place but Kikumaru caught him and held his wrist tightly.

"What were you thinking Fuji?"

Kikumaru's voice was harsh and cold, his navy blue eyes were nearly black with anger. He was now standing in front of him. It was the first time he was that angry. The anger he felt after Oishi and Fuji's revelation was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now.

"Hurting yourself, are you crazy? What about tennis? You won't be able to play tennis with your bloody knuckles. What will Buchou say? What about the team? What about me?"

Hearing this last sentence Fuji opened his eyes and stared at his friend. He looked at him, speechless, not knowing if what he heard was for real. His surprise must have been visible because Kikumaru repeated what he said, louder but with less anger.

Then he dragged him to the nurse office. They had to take care of his knuckles before going back to their classroom. The nurse wasn't in her office, as usual.

"Go back to our classroom. I'll wait for her."

"If you think I'll leave you alone after what you did, you're mistaken. I'll bandage your hands and we will go back together. And after class we will go to the library to work on our project."

Fuji didn't recognize his friend. Kikumaru had never acted like that. He was always carefree, acting and thinking of the consequences later. But not now. The seriousness he was showing was the exactly the same he showed during his tennis matches.

He applied some disinfectant on the wounds before bandaging them. After that they went back to their classroom. Kikumaru was the first to enter and the first to be scolded for being late. Fuji entered a few seconds after him but the teacher said nothing.

Fuji always had a good excuse for being late whereas Kikumaru, as the non-studious student he was, had no valid reason for being late. This logic pissed Kikumaru a lot.

When the teacher saw Fuji's bandaged hands he looked at Kikumaru but he didn't say anything. Then he looked at Fuji who nodded. He made them sit and went on with his lesson on mathematical functions.

Classes after classes Kikumaru was looking out of the window because Fuji was staring at him. These looks were disturbing him; he couldn't concentrate. At the end of the day he had to ask one of his classmates for the notes he had taken.

"Why don't you ask Fuji for his notes? You never talked to me so I don't see why I should help you."

Kikumaru was hurt but the boy was right. He never talked to him and he barely talked to his other classmates.

Fuji was waiting for him outside of the classroom. When he saw him coming out, his friend was looking at the floor, depressed. Fuji said nothing. He knew that Kikumaru hadn't forgiven him, that he treated his wounds because he had to and not because he wanted and that he agreed to work in the library because of their teacher.

They walked side by side. None of them talked. When they entered the library they shared a look and went to the far end of the building. They sat and unpacked their history books and their notebooks.

They were working in silence. The only sound to be heard was the one made by their pen on the paper and the books being handled.

Fuji stood up. Kikumaru looked at him briefly before going back to his book. When Fuji came back, his friend was daydreaming, staring at the ceiling. Fuji sat next to him and began to flip through his book.

After a moment he decided to ask Kikumaru the question he has wanted to ask him since the moment they left the sick room.

"Why did you slap me?"

Kikumaru didn't answer. In fact he hadn't paid attention to Fuji. He repeated the question louder, nearly shouting it. Kikumaru snapped out of his dreamy state and look at his friend.

"What did you say?"

"I wanted to know why you slapped me. And please be honest."

"You scared me. I've never seen Fuji cry like that and hit a wall without a reason. You didn't react when I tried to calm you. So…"

"So you slapped me. The Kikumaru I know wouldn't have done that."

"Well the Kikumaru you know disappeared with your lies. Now if you don't mind I'd like to finish reading these documents on King Louis XVI before heading home."

Nothing really came out of their study session. They defined their tasks and an outline. They didn't talk a lot and when they did it was always about their project.

It was nearly 7pm when they were kicked out of the library. They walked together till the train station.

On the next morning, Fuji waited for Kikumaru in front of his locker. When he saw his friend leaning against the wall he tried to avoid him. Fuji saw it come and stood in the middle of the way.

Kikumaru tried to pass him but Fuji stopped him.

"Here. These are the notes of yesterday's lessons. I heard this stupid Yumi Masahiro tell you that he won't let you borrow his so I asked my sister to photocopy mine."

"Thanks."

"If you want I can make him regret his lack of friendship towards you."

"I really would enjoy that but you won't do anything to him."

Kikumaru walked away holding the notes close to his chest. Fuji had given him a copy of his notes. He wasn't cold with him anymore and he was smiling. Not that tense smile but his special Eiji smile. This made Kikumaru happy for the rest of the day.

Fuji, on the other hand, couldn't help to be happy. Kikumaru didn't reject his help and even joked with him. It was the first time in weeks that he was that friendly with him. He even sticked his tongue out.

Unfortunately even good things had to end. During class Kikumaru was cold, he didn't look at him nor did he acknowledge his friend's presence. He just gave him a note concerning their project.

They didn't talk during their lunch pause. Kikumaru went to eat with Momoshiro while Fuji decided to stay in the classroom to do his biology homework.

Yumi Masahiro as sitting in front of him and, well, he really wanted to kick his butt for what he said to Kikumaru. He had to resist with all his might. Playing darts with his pen and targeting his back was too tempting.

The temptation was too strong. He was about to throw his pen when Kikumaru entered the classroom. He saw him, aiming at his classmate's back and smiled warmly. He slowly crept closer. When he was just behind him he leant against him and whispered in his left ear.

This disturbed Fuji who missed his target, the pen falling on the floor. Kikumaru took his seat and smiled broadly at his teammate. The afternoon classes went quickly, so did their tennis practice.

Like the day before, they worked in the library. Nobody was talking but it didn't disturb Fuji because it seemed that his friend was no longer pissed.

It wasn't the case but Kikumaru was clever enough not to let his feelings interfere with his school works. They worked together but left earlier than the day before. Fuji had forgotten to bring the documents he found on the internet so it was useless to go on.

They were outside the school gates. Kikumaru looked straight into his closed eyes.

"Do you want to come and eat an ice-cream in this new café? I need to ask you something about our project."

Fuji was startled by the proposition but accepted to come.

They entered a lovely little coffee shop and sat near the window. A waitress came and, without letting Fuji the time to think, Kikumaru ordered their desserts.

"I'll take a strawberry parfait with chocolate sauce and for my friend it will be two scoops of wasabi ice-cream and a scoop of pepper."

The waitress left. Fuji was staring at his friend.

"Wasabi and pepper ice-cream?"

"Yes they make new flavors every week and when I read about wasabi I decided that I had to take you here."

"Thanks. Ok what did you want to ask me?"

"Well as you know I'm dealing with the causes and the consequences of the Revolution. It seems that the queen had an affair with someone and I'm not at all comfortable with explaining that. So I wondered if…"

They were interrupted by the waitress who came back with their orders.

"You wondered if I could deal with it. No problem."

"Thank you Fuji. You save me. To thank you I'll treat you to wasabi sushi after our presentation."

"That's not necessary but thank you."

They spent the remaining of the time eating their ice-cream in silence.

Suddenly Kikumaru felt the quick brush of a finger on his jaw. He saw Fuji licking it with a smile. He must have looked really surprised because Fuji explained himself.

"You had some chocolate sauce on your jaw. I cleaned it."

"But you don't like sweet things."

"That's true but as long as it is on you or comes from you I'll eat it."

Fuji stared at him with his eyes open. This intense stare made Kikumaru blush. Fuji smiled. Kikumaru had his hand on his face still feeling the warm brush of Fuji's finger.

End part 4

LastA/N: I wanted to end this story on this scene but I changed my mind. There will another chapter next Sunday.

I know Fuji's ice-cream flavors seem strange but I saw a guy in the news who made ice-cream with goat cheese, sardine, lawn, pepper, pumpkin…