Trials and Hardships (Kyoya Ootori OHSHC) (Not Finished)

Art of Speech

Nami's P.O.V.

I tried to avoid Kyoya for the rest of the Host Club which wasn't much of a challenge...he seemed to not be to keen in pestering my at the moment either. What was a challenge was trying to pursay my customer that I had to go home for important matters. When he finally left, Tamaki was in front of me waving a finger at me like a scolding parent would do to their child if they got into the cookie jar.

"You were doing so well! I thought I could have put my faith in you, Nami-Chan...let's just hope word doesn't get around that you declined a customer...how sad, really..I expected better fr-"

I cut him off with my hand.

"Don't wave you're finger at me I'm not a child and I don't need your catheterizing. What I do with my customers is my business...I thought I could have put my faith in you to understand that...Now, if you'll excuse me I'll be in the Art Room..."

I leave without another word leaving Tamaki in a hollow shell of his former self. Other Host such as Hani and Mori trying to cheer their 'King' while the twins laugh at my acid tongue but I wasn't in the mood. I couldn't let them know I was secretly shaking from Kyoya and how intimidating he actually was.

Closing the doors behind me and letting out a sigh of relief I open my eyes to see a girl with brownish long hair wearing that hideous yellow dress, tapping her foot at me.

"So....you must me Nami? Oh, I've heard sooo much about you..."

I nod softly, cringing at her high pitched voice, almost like nails on a chalkboard.

"Correct... And you would be?"

"That's not important but know this and remember this. Kyoya is mine."

"Alright..? You're point being is what exactly?"

"Don't play phony with me. I've heard about the two of you and your blossoming love. Kyoya is going to be my husband."

I gave a small wave of my hand, walking around her.

"Good. Take him. I don't want that smartass mutt."

I hear the girl gasp and slowly turn to see her falter.

"You mean... You don't want him? "

I shake my head. "No. Who would. He may have looks and proper charm but he's a devil. Smart and calculating that's how he gets people to do his bidding so easily. Nobody seems to see it behind that damned mask he wears..like glue. It's bad enough I'm engaged to the douche."

The girls eyes widened then she slowly gave a coy smile. "I think I can help with that...engagement problem."

I raise an eyebrow. She must be insane to be drooling over him.

"Alright, sure." Taking it as my chance to leave, I turn and walk away. I wasn't sure how she'd help with this engagement but I didn't really care.

When in my sanctuary A. K. A. the art room, I almost let out a sigh of happiness. Trying to hide how shaken up I was from Kyoya's break wasn't as easy as I had calculated it to be.

Then, I realized...Kyoya broke. That calm facade he always wore. It almost made him seem...normal? Like an actual person with feelings and only so much strength to mask the anger or stress. I wasn't sure why I wasn't finding any pleasure in knowing he isn't how he acts and I got to relish that. Normally, upon knowing I'd laugh and then nag him on it.

Shaking him from my mind, I grab out an easel from the cabinets and began filling the holes with paint. Violets and Aqua blues. Thinking of what to paint, I settle for the school grounds.

Dipping the brush in a pastel pink, almost like the beginning of a sunset. Long, thick strokes is what begins a whole story.

As the panting comes together, I feel at peace. My anxiety slowly drains.

"Nami-Chan? What are you doing in the Art Room? "

Until that. I wince out a small forced smile and turn slowly to see Huni.

"Panting...I'll be back soon."

Huni walked over studying my panting before sighing. "I can sense your stress... An argument between you and another. It left you filled with mixed emotions. Anxiety, Anger... and such. It's funny really, how fickle a person is. They always change even without realising it. You understand don't you Nami? We all change..try to hide our true colors with a mask. Kyoya is one of those... Probably the worst one I've seen. He's practically drowning in false emotion. True as it may be, he is smart but... Not able to so how he feels from the fear of judgement. He thinks he's supposed to be stone due to his family name, he doesn't think he should be able to show his feelings... Tamaki's helped him a bit but I hope you could.. It was after the fight you two had at childhood, after all. Maybe you could get through to him."

I gape, hand shaking as I threw a glance over to him. Had he really said that..? This had to be a dream, Huni.. It didn't seem like him.

"Huni I-" Lost for words I see his smile.

"I know you have feelings for Kyoya-Chan that isn't hatred... You just have to see them... Remember. "All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. " Now come back to the club.."

I nod softly and place the brush down. "Soon." Out of the corner of my eye, I see him shake his head and leave.

What just happened? Huni just gave me the most true information ever...slowly I force myself to continue the panting, putting the Host Club under a Cherry Blossom tree.

I hear the door creak a little while after, hoping it's Huni. "I thought I'd find you in here.."

Kyoya.

Kyoya's P.O.V.

Forcing myself to calm down, I glance over to her direction finding her walking out of the Music Room. Part of me yearns to go after her, to continue an already finished argument.

I had broke. The calculating, smart mask I wore faulted. She was probably relishing that.

I noticed Tamaki was lost of color and whisking away into dust. Sighing I turn back to my laptop, typing furiously away until I heard Haruhi next to me.

"Kyoya Senpai...?" After closing my laptop I turn to face her.

"Yes, Haruhi?"

She shifted before crossing her arms behind her back. "Do you happen to know why Nami was shaking when you two returned? She even cancelled a customer."

Was she shaking? I hadn't noticed with my own seething anger.

"I hadn't even noticed if she was." Through glinting glasses I see her glare at me slightly.

"U..huh. Well, she just left."

Art Room. I nod softly and grab my black book walking away. Hunni walked through the doors and gave almost a coy smirk, I couldn't tell someone so young like wouldn't, would they?

As predicted, she was in the Art Room, working on a new piece, the school. I study her for a while, how at peace she looked when enclosed in her art.

Slowly creaking the door open, she stops.

"I had expected to find you in here." I start, watching her tense up.