The Abused and Suicidal Host {EDITED}

III

I groaned as I limped to my classroom, late. Father had given me another punishment this morning just before I was supposed to leave for school. I sighed and knocked on the classroom door, "Come in" the teacher called, so I opened the door walked to the teacher, handed him the note Lucy wrote for me, then walked to my desk, as I passed the students while heading to my desk they stared at me blushing with hearts in their eyes.

As the lesson continued, I doodled random lines and circles in my book, soon it was lunch and I was dragged off by Haninozuka-san and Morinozuka-san to 'Music Room #3'. When we got there I saw the Hitachiin twins showing Fujioka-san a kimono to wear then shoving her into the change rooms, then the twins looked at me.

"Yanagisawa-senpai, here is a-" Twin one started "kimono to wear today senpai," Twin two said showing me a kimono I was supposed to wear, "No thank you Hitachiin-sans, I have my own kimono being delivered as we speak," I said, my voice void of any emotion.

"How?" they said together, I was about to open my mouth to tell them but Ootori-san beat me to it "Hikaru, Kaoru, the Yanagisawa family is the wealthiest in Japan and some of their companies have expanded to China, Hong Kong, South Korea and America, they also outdo my families private police force with their own private military, they also own a much bigger clothing line then the Hitachiin's and they are also invested in schools like this one like the Suoh's, and the Yanagisawa's much like the Haninozuka's and the Morinozuka's are also well known for their martial art skill only the Yanagisawa's are on a different level of skill then Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai, Araki Yanagisawa is the best in his family his skill is about the skill of Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai put together and then some, he has never been beaten... Ever" Ootori finished.

"Ootori-san, I see you've done your research about my family...say what do know of my mother?" I questioned him, "Please call me Kyoya and your mother, she is married to your father, she's is the only daughter of your grandparents and she has an older brother who is in prison, that's all I know of your mother senpai" he said "If you want me to call you Kyoya then call me Araki, and your wrong Ootori my mother is not married to my Father they are divorced because she had cheated on my Father with our families' accountant" I said.

The hosts who had been listening to our conversation –which was all of them seeing as Fujioka-san had come out of the change rooms at some point- gasped while Ootori said a quiet "oh" then scribbled in his black notebook.

I sighed and walked away to my sanctuary, when I got there I sat down on the piano stool and grabbed the guitar before strumming the needed cords before softly singing:

'In the day by day collision,

Called the art of growing up,

There's an innocence we look for in the stars,

To be taken back to younger days,

When there was no giving up,

On the people, we held closest to our hearts,

Yeah it is you that I remember in that glowing,

It is you that took my first away from me,

It is you I set my standards too, to every walk of life,

I haven't met another you since you were with me,

Sing with me,

A brief bout with a razor blade cut me,

I freaked out, thinking people didn't love me,

I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,

In letting go, I am so proud of what I've done,

Yeah

In a way, I failed religion,

I spit the wine from mouth to cup,

And I reached for something more than just your god,

Uncle, you spared not your children,

And while your praying hands were up,

There's no forgiveness in you! You sick fuck!

It is you that I remember in their bedroom,

It is you that took their first away from them,

It is you they set their standards too,

You wounded them for life,

You were a preacher and supposed to be above men

Sing with me

A brief bout with a Razorblade cut me,

I freaked out thinking people didn't love me,

I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,

In letting go, I am so proud in what I've done,

Yeah

A brief bout with a Razorblade cut me,

I freaked out thinking people didn't love me,

I watched closely as the you I knew forgot me,

In letting go I am so proud of what I've done,

Yeah'

I sighed as I finish the song, it was kind of funny as my uncle from my mother's side was a preacher and now he's in prison for raping 17 children...... I was one of them.

As I was putting the guitar away my phone beeped, I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at it, it was a text from my stylist saying she was in the club room with my kimono.

So I got up after putting my phone back in my pocket and started walking back to the club room.