A request from BibbieSparks

Chapter 5: Secret out.

It's been a couple weeks after his incident at home with Eiji, Fuji and Momo. The doctor said to take it easy, but having the finals coming up in his classes, he couldn't afford to take anything easy. Having to scare the hell out of him, Momo looking identical to Inui without the glasses, Fuji was wary that he might need glasses himself to see better or he's being paranoid.

Eiji and Oishi started making rounds to check on Fuji in case if anything happened to him at his apartment. They've never seen Fuji sick before and it scared Oishi especially when Fuji was living alone far away from where his house was. They took turns watching over him for a couple of hours and always called him when they got home and before they went to sleep. They even made copies of his keys in case something happened. They were almost like his mother and his sister. And he thought he was being paranoid. Or maybe it was just the mother like Oishi that just takes care of everyone.

One time when Eiji came over with him after school, he was trying to cook something for them but ended up alerting the fire department just from burning rice. He had to apologize to them and to Fuji for burning the pot and almost ruining his kitchen. It was an interesting sight though to see Eiji trying to cook when he knows he can't. Seeing him try to find the ingredients on his fridge and cupboards, Fuji did offer him that he could cook for the both of them but Eiji pushed him away telling him he could do it himself.

"What happen if you threw up on my food?" Eiji exclaimed when Fuji was near the kitchen, trying to point him where the salt was. It would have been funny if only Fuji wasn't sick.

Even when Oishi heard about it later on the next day, he was laughing so hard that Fuji couldn't do anything about him.

He hasn't forgotten about Oishi's offer of talking to him and it has been bothering him that he was itching to blurt out everything to him but still unsure about telling him. But Oishi was pretty patient to wait for him. He hasn't called or visited, Fuji hoping that he would but Oishi was the one to wait unless something happened to him.

The small black phone sitting at the palm of his hand, fingering the clear cover of the small device. He sighed in the empty apartment and wondered whether or not he should call him or leave him to call him first. His palm was getting sweaty and his phone almost slipped out from his hand. I wonder if he told Eiji yet. Or did he promise that he would wait until I could say that he could be able to say anything about it?

Staring up at the ceiling, he kept wondering what he should do. Wonder and wonder until he felt something in his stomach, he thought that he's just hungry but he didn't feel like it. There was something wrong, he knows it but he didn't want to go to the hospital again.

Hoping that it would go away by sleeping, he slowly got up from his chair and went over to the couch which was the nearest thing he could use to sleep. Lulling himself over to the couch, he felt a little better that he got to lie down somewhere and his stomach settled, except for that feeling inside that something was still there but he doesn't know what it was. Glancing at the clock above the portable television he have, it was close to five, which meant that one of them would be coming over soon. He tried remembering which of the two would come over and thought it would be Oishi. It would be a big pain if he was going to go over to his house and then go back home after coming from school that was miles away, rather a city away from him.

He knows they're worried. He was even worried himself but he wasn't going to bother it if it was anything serious. It was just food poisoning, it wasn't like he was going to get cancer or anything… At least that's what he thought before his eyes drooped closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

"I told you, I can't tell you yet."

"But Oishii…He's not going to say anything unless you do something to him, like push him or threaten him, wait no, that doesn't work that way...Ummm…just do something!" Chuckling at the comment of threatening Fuji, the silver phone piece in his ear was filled with laughter from Eiji as he had the thought of it as well. Trying to drive carefully, he was on his way to Fuji's place right after his last class which just ended about ten to fifteen minutes ago.

"It wouldn't be right that way…You know that Eiji. Something's bothering him and it doesn't seem to be something that he wants to talk about. Don't you think it's unusual? I know he would usually confide you or Tezuka but when I called him, he told me that Fuji hasn't contacted him since New Year's…" There was a pause at the end of the other end, except that all he could hear was the tapping of a tennis ball on something, probably on his wall or on his desk and the soft breathing from his boyfriend. Getting to be a little nervous on his way to Fuji's, he took a quick glimpse at the digital clock placed in the car's front side. It showed green digital numbers of 5:46, just almost close to the evening time.

"….I just don't know why he couldn't trust me. We've been friends for more than seven years by now…" The unusually soft words said from the loud and happy red head, making Oishi feel guilty.

"It's not that he doesn't trust you…He just…doesn't know what to say…or how to say it, I think…" It was a little strange. Even though Fuji has been around everyone back in Seigaku, and that he have been around Oishi for some time, it didn't mean that he knew him well. The closest people Fuji would come across and knew him well would be Eiji and Tezuka.

"…I don't like it. Hmpth." Almost able to see a pout on the red head's face, he gave out a small smile only that he could see from his rearview mirror.

"Just give him some time. And give me some too, because I don't know when he will tell me." Would he? It makes me wonder… Passing by his house, glancing at the lights lighting up at the doorway and inside knowing his parents are at home, he was almost at Fuji's place, hoping that nothing happened.

"Eiji, I'm near Fuji's place now, do you think you could call him and tell him that I'm here. I think I forgot his keys at my dorm…"

"Mo. Oishi. How did you forget his keys?" He teased at him with a smile in his tone. Oishi thought that he had the keys in his pocket but they were separated from his home and dorm keys. It was so he could keep track of which key was his since his house keys and Fuji's looked similar. So he accidently took his house keys instead of Fuji's. A common mistake he told himself but he was still embarrassed.

"Sorry, they looked similar and I just grabbed it after class when I went to my dorm. I was in a rush. At least there wasn't traffic on the way…" He heard Eiji sigh and the phone clattered with a small curse.

"Okay, then I have to hang with you okay?"

"Yea. I'll call you after."

"Oishi."

"Hmm?"

"I love you." The corner of his lips turned up and his cheeks went pink, thinking he was lucky that he was in the dark and no one could see.

"I love you too. Later."

"Be safe!" A sharp click was heard and Oishi had to turn off the headpiece. Finding a space about a block away from the small dark apartment, the brunette saw that there were only a few rooms with their lights on, except for Fuji's. Getting out of the car, he wondered if Fuji went out, getting worried that something might have happened.

The sky was cloudy but there was no possible chance of rain today. It was cold and occasionally there's wind breezes that pass by about every few minutes, making the telephone lines shake and trees shiver. Oishi being as cautious as ever bought an umbrella with him just in case anyway. Picking up his pace to Fuji's room, he found his cell phone vibrating a low hum in his pocket and turned on his headpiece.

"Eiji?"

"Oishi! He's not picking up, stupid Fuji. He does hate me!"

"I'm sure he doesn't Eiji, but I don't see his lights on. Do you think he went out?" Trying to look into the dark small window next to the door, he only saw the darkness and shadows of the objects in Fuji's room. There wasn't any sign of the brunette's shape or figure anywhere as far as he could see.

"Let me call him then okay? I'll get back to you when I do."

"Fine. But when he's there, make sure you tell him that I hate him." Whining to him, Oishi could only sigh. Eiji won't give up his stubborn side of being the one to know everything or to give out his presence.

"I'm sure he's probably in the bathroom or something."

"Or something." Hanging up again, Oishi took out his phone and dialed Fuji's cell number with the phone and listened to the dull ringing tone of the phone picking up the transmission. Faintly, Oishi heard the familiar ringtone of Fuji's happy like ringtone inside the room Fuji? Peeking through the window and squinting hard into the pitch blackness, he could see a muffled light isolated in the darkness; thinking the cell's inside probably it's inside Fuji's pants.

A click was heard and a Fuji's voicemail message was heard.

"Sorry I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the tone. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." A loud beep was heard but Oishi hung up and dialed again seeing if it'll wake the light hair brunette up from the ringtone and possible vibrating.

After four to five calls to him, a figure was moving in the shadows and the bright lighting phone was held in the darkness.

"Hello?" The sleepy voice was heard through the empty sound of the phone. Relieved that he woke up, Oishi breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Fuji! I thought you wouldn't wake up. I'm outside, do you mind opening the door?" Tapping the window lightly, so he wouldn't startle him, Fuji saw through the window an anxious Oishi. Smoothing through the brown hair of his, he looked up at the clock and found it almost 7.

Cursing loudly he tried rushing through the door but he felt something in his stomach that wasn't right, making him walk slowly and trying as quickly as possible to the door. Opening the door, the cold air rushed through, making Fuji shudder while the cold air was filling in the small apartment.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were sleeping. I would have gone home first if I have known." Fuji shook his head and yawned. He felt a little better, just that his stomach was a little grumbling and churning. But he didn't feel hungry. I should still eat something anyway… Or else 'mom' would be nagging me to eat…

"It's fine, I should have woken up sooner. I was only planning to take a nap but it looks like I got carried away."

"Then I should leave a little early so you can sleep. Do you want something to eat? You're probably hungry after waking up aren't you?" Coming inside the house, Oishi took off his sneakers and went toward the kitchen. He left his bag inside the car knowing that there was nothing there that could be useful to Fuji's needs. Taking his jacket off, he left it on the chair while Fuji looked through the cupboards to see what he could eat.

"I'm craving for some mochi…and some sukiyaki…" Fuji said with a thoughtful look, making Oishi look through the fridge seeing if there was any ingredients that he could use. There wasn't much in the fridge except for some eggs, a half empty milk carton, a glass of pickles; who knows why he has some, a bottle of orange juice, bags of random vegetables that some have started to grow mold on, tomatoes, frozen chicken and some cheese that looked edible and fresh.

"I don't think we can sukiyaki with these, Fuji. Do you think you have pasta somewhere?" Beckoning to the brunette that was scanning through the cupboards, Fuji walked over, leaving the cupboard doors open and went over to Oishi to look in the fridge.

"…Maybe I should go shopping tomorrow…"

"Probably." Oishi laughed agreeing with the other as he placed out the tomatoes, chicken, the bags of vegetables and the cheese. Fuji went back to the almost bare cupboards looking for any kind of pasta or any sort of noodles that he could use to eat, until he felt something in his throat.

Not wanting to make Oishi worry or let him know of anything, he excused himself to the bathroom. Luckily the bathroom was next to his room and far away from the kitchen. When he saw the bathroom door, he rushed in and flipped the toilet seat as lightly and quickly as he could and the contents from his stomach arise from his throat and everything was out from his mouth. Trying very hard not to attract much noise as possible, he turned on the faucets so the water would hopefully cover the retching noise that he was making.

It took a while, Fuji thinking that it would never end, his throat hurting and dry, he flushed the toilet while wiping the stinky gunk off from his mouth and went over to the faucet. He washed his face, the cold water splashed on his skin and gargling the unsanitary mouth with a cup. Peering at the mirror, he saw his white face that deeply compared with his light brown hair and sunken bags under his eyes. He had seen better days.

Sighing a little loudly, it echoed through the walls, making him jump at the sound until he remembered the bathroom walls always echo the sounds inside. Taking the towel behind him, he heard a soft knock on the door, almost making his heart leap out of his chest and answered nervously.

"Hai?"

"Fuji, are you alright? You've been in there in a while."

"Y-yea, I'm fine." Opening the door to see him, he gave him a smile that he always gave out and Oishi only gave him a look. But again he didn't ask or push and it made Fuji angry. Did he care about his situation or does he intend to keep waiting he wonder, with a gritting in his teeth, turned off the light as gently as he could. As in not slamming his palm on the switch that'll shake the contents in the bathroom drawer and shelf. Why am I getting so angry over this?

"We could eat now if you want…" Mumbling to the Fuji, Oishi went off to the kitchen to prepare the plates for them. Fuji stood there, watching his friend walk into the kitchen.

Maybe it's telling me that I should tell someone? Or maybe I'm just being desperate. Why should I even tell? Walking slowly to the room where the other was, he held out a hand and blew his breath out, seeing whether or not his breath still have a scent of the vomit he gave out. There was a little bit but not so much that he would notice. Once he has the food down, he thought it'll be better.

The aroma of chicken and cheese filled through the nose and it smelled good if only he wasn't smelling other things beside it, like the oil and the soap that was used to wash the pans and other dishes for the cooking. The food looked colorful and good though, Fuji noted. The noodles were at the bottom with the melted cheese and tomato sauce with small chicken pieces. He was surprised how fast Oishi could cook with these ingredients.

"Thanks, it looks good." Sitting down across from Oishi, the other nodded and smile already eating, hoping that he would get something to eat. Taking the fork next to him, picking up the cold utensil, he gingerly stabbed the chicken and bought it to his mouth. Warm and firm, it has been a long time since Fuji thought any food was good until now.

They both ate silently, not knowing what to say or to even talk about. Oishi already made the phone call to Eiji which the red head had sighed in relief when Oishi told him what happened. He was still cooking or more like, he was just microwaving the noodles. It wasn't hard to defrost things from the fridge.

"Oishi?"

"Yes?" Looking up, some chicken was being chewed inside his mouth, he found a serious look in Fuji's blue eyes.

"Have…have you and Eiji done it yet?" Confused, he wondered what he meant, making Oishi asked.

"Done what?"

"Sex." Fuji saying it so bluntly and tonelessly, Oishi couldn't help but choke on his chicken that he was trying to swallow and started to pound his chest as lightly as he could to swallow the piece and gulped down with relief. Getting up to get a glass of water, Fuji handed it over to Oishi as he took it with a grateful thanks.

"I'm guessing that's a no." He chuckled at the thought of the two. Fuji thought by now they would have already been on to each other like newlyweds. Oishi finished the water in less than a minute, looking at Fuji, bewildered at the question until his head told him that it might be something that Fuji has been through. Clearing his throat, Oishi played with the collar of his shirt while answering to Fuji's question.

"It's not that we haven't done it. We have…just once." Whispering at the last sentence, Fuji found it curious that they only did it once and they stopped just as that. Having a bunch of possibilities in his head, Fuji just sat there, listening to Oishi. His emerald eyes distancing from him, sad and melancholy.

"We did it once, but it was a really long time ago. It was somewhere back in our senior year." Fuji's eyes were wide at the timeline that they've been together. They've been together for at least more than five years, he thought they would have gone further already after high school. The other's face was turning slightly pink but he didn't mind it. He never told anyone about it.

"That day was…a mistake. Or maybe it just taught us something." Oishi placed his elbows on the table with his hands covering his mouth, his eyes looking down at his plate. "We planned everything out for that night, a special date for the two of us. Eiji really wanted to do it and so did I. We thought we were ready." The words echoed through both of their minds, thinking that maybe it could have been better, the flashback that took Oishi back to his house where his parents were gone with his sister. The agonized cries of pain and the images of Eiji curling up in a ball with his tears flowing on his bed, Oishi couldn't forget that.

"We weren't and …we both regretted that night…" The words dying there, Oishi didn't know what else to say. They weren't ready, physically. That night still haunted him for what he did and what he have done to Eiji. Even now, he thought, that Eiji has never bought up that night. He still tried to continue to be happy with him and he thought that it was all that mattered for him. But sometimes Oishi wanted a little more from him, especially when they were making out or doing the other things they could do. Just not sex.

They were both silent, their minds focusing on their thought and feelings about what happened to each other.

Oishi wondered if he should ask Fuji why he bought it up, Fuji was already saying something.

"Then I guess it's time to tell you then." His voice was clear and strong, almost like he was going to make an important speech, not a confession. But in his blue eyes, the other could see he was scared, scared that made his hands tremble underneath the table. He waited as always, just being patient was enough for Fuji to take a couple of breaths and to look at him straight in the eyes.

It's time.

"I was raped."

TBC