disclaimer: same as always..nothing to own.
AN:
Hi there! So here it is: the last part. It was hard to write, I'm nt used to write ends at all. So it could be that it is weird, too kitschy or anything else..-sigh- And I guess it isn't a proper end -tends to leave things open- So well, I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless! That's the end of my first multipart-fic...
Thanks for reading and reviewing, it makes me really happy to know that there are people, who enjoy reading my stuff. Thank you!
NO WAY BACK
Nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other one, Eiji found himself standing in front of Fuji's house, staring at the doorbell, but he didn't move.
The whole way back, he had thought about how to realize Oishi's advice. He should stop forgoing that topic, that was clearly defined- that game of hide and seek had to stop.
But, what the hell, which way was the moist appropriate to tell your best friend that you might have fallen in love with him?!
"Nya," he complained barely audible, still remaining on his spot, when –suddenly- the door in front of him was opened. The redhead startled obviously and made a dart backwards, only to find the tensai tilting his head and watching him with a look, which seemed to be a mixture out of curiosity and amusement. "Eiji?," his vis-à-vis asked softly, "How was your meeting with Oishi?"
"Huh? Oh, pretty good," the addressed one replied half-hearted, distracted by the view he had been greeted by and which now was fully presenting itself to him.
Fuji was standing in the doorframe, his right forearm leaning against the wall. Obviously, he had just come out of the bathroom, as to tell from the towel hanging loosely around his neck, assimilating most of the drops a water falling down from the dimmed strands of honey-brown hair, which hung slightly into Fuji's eyes and wrapped themselves around the skin of his face and neck.
That was only emphasized by the fact that he only was wearing a pair of jeans and- instead of wearing it- his shirt was draped on his shoulder, revealing a nice amount of slightly flushed skin.
Recognizing the glance Eiji was giving him, the brunette's usual smile even grew wider. "Ne, Eiji? When I just stepped out of the bathroom I saw you standing in front of the door, doing nothing. I thought that maybe there would be something wrong with you, so I just hurried a bit," he explained the current situation, still sounding quite amused.
After a few seconds, Fuji stepped back, baring some space to enter the house. "Come in," he offered.
Eiji just followed, smiling eerily.
Eiji just stepped in. He didn't know how much time had passed by since he had left for that meeting, but a short glance at the clock told him that it had been two and a half hours. His glance travelled back to his friend, who finally had put on his shirt and was offering him something to drink.
"Nya, thank you, Fujiko," the redhead said smilingly, while taking the glass.
Fuji gestured him to sit down, softly patting the spot next to him. "So…how was your date? Did everything go well?" The brunette's voice was dripping like honey, while it's owner's hand was brought to his chin, his fingertips gently tapping against his bottom lip; as if he was thinking about something.
"Yeah, it was really good, nya! We were able to solve these problems concerning both of us," Eiji answered happily, swinging his legs slightly. Somehow it occurred to him that his friend maybe expected some more detailed information.
"Nya, you know, we apologized to each other and I explained to him what was bothering me the whole time. He was very understanding, so everything's back for good now," the redhead added, answering himself why Fuji remained that silent, only watching him with..kind of… unreadable expression.
He realized pretty soon.
Uh, I just forgot that he was just thinking that..by the way, did he said "date" earlier? And I didn't correct it. That was a trap. I hadn't recognized in the first place, I guess.
Eiji decided that the time had come to clarify a few things.
"Fujiko?" Speaking with serious tone, Eiji addressed himself to his best friend, locking his deep-blue eyes with the brunette's ones, which slowly opened, looking back deeply.
"Yes?," Fuji replied; the small word sounding like a whole story; too much weight on it.
"Nya, you know…Oishi and me…," Eiji started, but stopped, sighing deeply, before attempting to continue. "Oishi and me, there's nothing between the two of us except friendship…And there won't be anything else," he added hesitantly.
In spite of his effort to sound as objective as possible, Eiji thought that the tone of his voice contained of too much tension- even his hands were trembling slightly if he thought about the speech, which would follow in a few moments.
He waited for a few seconds to gather the needed strength.
But when Eiji found himself pulled into a tight embrace; the soft voice of Fuji uttering his sympathy for him and telling him that time surely would ease the pain he must feeling right now, the words, Eiji had prepared in mind earlier, dried up like water on a hot summer's day, just leaving him with some stored-up feelings. Which made their way to pour down on him. Merciless.
Feeling helpless, the redhead buried his face into the crook of Fuji's neck, avoiding the other's gaze just for now, before he started to do what he wanted to do.
"Fujiko..I don't mind. Honestly. Because…," he had to make a short pause, "because the one who caused those feelings hadn't been Oishi."
Eiji just could imagine pretty well, how surprised Fuji must be, hearing those words coming from him. But the real confession was just about to come.
"It was you."
Three words, burying all truth in them.
Eiji felt how the warm embrace, he had found himself in earlier, froze.
Friendship is a crystal, just like love; very nice looking and precious to those, who own it- but it can be broken easily.
Unless you are able to turn it into a diamond.
There wasn't any reaction, Eiji realized.
He doesn't say anything…
Maybe it had been an unforgivable mistake to do that. He shouldn't have taken Oishi's advice.
In his position Eiji couldn't see his friend's – would he still be that?- expression, but that silence wasn't a good sign.
As he was just about to drown in guilty thoughts and regret, becoming a source of rain himself, Eiji didn't hear the other one calling him by his name.
"Eiji…"
That had been the third time Fuji was calling his friend, but it was in vain as the addressed one didn't react to the utterance of his name.
The brunette stirred, removing his arms to release his friend from the embrace- to check on him.
He placed his hands on Eiji's shoulders, softly causing a bit of distance, so he was able to take a look on he redhead's face.
The sight was kind of heart-wrenching.
Biting his lower lip, Eiji didn't dare to look at him- he shifted his head to the side instead.
Nevertheless, Fuji could see the dangerous sheen of tears, which were about to well out of the other one's eyes.
Cupping the redhead's cheeks with both hands, Fuji almost forced the other to look at him, while his thumbs stroked along the corner of Eiji's eyes in a soft and soothing manner, preventing those tears from cascading down blushed cheeks.
He leaned closer to his friends, until the tips of their noses almost were touching.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
Eiji's perception didn't told him about the other's words- until that moment, when Fuji apologized to him. It was a painful moment- he didn't know how to interpret that apologize, and the brunette's touches seemed to burn and freeze his skin at the same time. All he could do was to stare at those cerulean eyes, which seemed to come closer with every second.
The moment, Eiji was realizing that Fuji really had moved closer, was also the moment when he felt the other one's lips touching his own ones, while the other's hand had travelled to the nape of his neck, holding him close. He just gave in.
This moment, only a few seconds, didn't last that long.
Fuji withdrew himself, his expression still apologizing, cheeks blushed slightly.
Eiji himself couldn't really believe what just had happened, but the signs obviously told him that this- and nothing else- had been reality.
"Fu-Fujiko," he stammered hoarsely, before wrapping his arms around his friend's neck, pulling him close again.
Only a slip-second later, lips searched for lips again, finally meeting in somehow sensual passion.
It's emotion, which keeps our hearts running.
When the two of them broke apart from this kiss, the need for some oxygen evident, panting with reddened lips, Eiji still was crying, but the sparkle in his eyes just told that those tears were the result of looking too deep into sun.
After the rain comes sun. It always does.
