The Mysterious Type (OHSHC)

[7] Little Kids Can Be A Host?

The beginning of this chapter will have some abusive tendencies, if you are one who is uncomfortable skip ahead to the Host Club (the next bolded area) Although this isn't the worst that is to come later on.

*Shiro's POV*

I gulped sitting in front of my father in the family dojo early in the morning. It was rare for him to be up earlier than me, but he had a look that told me he found out something I had done and he was not too happy about it. A folder sat in front of him which I kept glancing at afraid of what was inside.

"Toshiro." the low warning tone he spoke in had me sitting straight backed and staring ahead showing no emotion no matter how terrified I was on the inside. "Care to explain what this is?" He opened the folder and slid it over to me. I looked down to see blurry photos of me with most of the host club members.

"It's..the Host club." I hesitated to say and glanced back up at my father only to be met with his hand coming in contact with my cheek.

"You disgraceful child." My father spat angrily as I turned my head down to take whatever punishment that he was going to give me. "I have tried everything in my power to keep this family's reputation unstained by filth like you. Why can you not just follow the simplest of rules." My father sighed and I heard him stand and walk across the room. I stiffened knowing what was to come.

I cringed when I felt the practice sword slamming against my ribs over and over until I finally cried out in pain falling forward onto my hands. "You stupid, ungrateful child." He paused lifting me up by the collar of my shirt. Having me closer to him he was able to repeatedly slam his fist into my sides with enough force to bruise, but not break any bones. It didn't take long before I was left crumpled on the floor curled in pain and gasping for breath.

"You can learn your lesson in the cellar for a few days. No food and no sleep until you've learned your place in this world." With that he left the room and me lying on the floor. Struggling I pushed myself up and staggered out the door to head to school.

*At the Host Club*

"Hey guys, sorry I'm... late? Why is there a kid here?" I asked my voice still strained with hiding the immense pain I was in. I was met with an elementary kid being trained by Renge? I looked over to Haruhi and Kyoya for help.

"He apparently wants to learn to be a host." Haruhi stated and I stared at everyone is disbelief.

"He's just a kid." I said putting emphasis of the word kid.

"So he's a kid. There is nothing wrong with him wanting to impress the ladies." Tamaki flaunted spinning in his weird way over to me. I raised an eyebrow at the blonde and turned to glance at the kid. It was obvious by his expression that he thought everyone here was an idiot.

"Hey kid?" I prompted which had him looking at me afraid most likely at what type of host I was. "Just run while you can." I whisper yelled which caused the kid to actually break a small smile before he shook his head and groaned with annoyance.

"Ugh I've had enough of you people. This isn't going to make her happy." The little kid ran off without another word.

"Who's her?" I heard Haruhi before Tamaki called out to the boy.

"Wait Shiro! We haven't taught you how to apply the techniques we've taught you."

"Hold up. The kid's name is Shiro too?" I blinked before sighing. "Tamaki just let it go. If the kid doesn't want help then don't force him."

"I swear younger boys are good for nothing. I went through all that trouble to coach him, and he quits." Renge shrugged descending into the floor.

"Isn't this a music room." I muttered