The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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         "HERE!" Another ball of dirt was thrown, the paper tag flitting in the created wind as it met it's target, "Since you can't afford anything else!"

Kyoya watched on this early morning as the students, of all classes and genders, threw their imported dirts from around the world, each with their own tag revealing the price it cost to have them sent. Their impending target, a scholarship/exchange student from America.

     The bell rang, signalling that class was about to start. The last bits of dirt were crumbled and thrown, the students of Ouron Academy leaving as they laughed. The exchange student sat, un-moving as they left, and Kyoya stayed in the background, unseen by everyone as they passed him. He watched as the young American slowly started to move, a corpse encrusted by dirt from around the world. He watched as this stranger picked up their bag, and left for a small patch of bushes. Following, Kyoya adjusted his glasses as they bounced a top of his nose. He stepped behind a tree as the dirtied person knelt down behind the bushes, and started to change into spare clothes from the protected bag, dirt falling off their head as they moved. Once they were done, Kyoya completely hid himself behind the tree as they walked passed, only to see them stop just in front of him, their back the only thing he could see.

         "So it's no longer just wanting to see me downgraded huh? You Rich kids want to see more?"

         "My apologies..." Kyoya now knew this young student to be a female.

         "You're apologies my left foot. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for class."

She left without giving a name, or showing her face.

It was 8 days until Kyoya saw this mystery girl again, despite his searchings and mild interest.

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     (Y/N) ran through the halls of Ouron High School, the dirt falling and leaving a small trail behind her. She blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the dirt in her eyes. She could still hear the laughter, as she ran, trying to find an escape from it all. She found herself in a seemingly abandoned hall, the closest door being right up ahead, and looking unused. She burst into it, and found the closest corner she could, trying not to cry as she sat. Her efforts were in vain as she cried black tears, the salt water mixing with the dirt of her face. Her hiccups only seized when she heard the lite tapping of shoes coming her way.

         "I'm sorry," She started to get up, grabbing hold of her bag, "I'll be leaving now... sorry for the floor."

(Y/N) bolted, but was caught by a strong hand as the dirt from her arm flew up in the air.

         "I will clean the dirt once I have cleaned myself up... Again I am sorry for-"

         "Don't be."

Why did this man sound familiar?

         "We have a dressing room and showers right across the hall... you can use those."

Looking up, she found the student from 8 days ago towering over her. He did not show concern, nor did he show amusement, but he did show a mild interest as he kept his hold on her arm.

         "Y-you're... you're that pervert!" She hollered, starting to struggle, but Kyoya wouldn't allow her escape, not when he was so close to finding out who she was.

         "Your assumption to my being near your location that day is rather insulting, I was only passing by." He lied.

         "Yeah, that's the reason why you were hiding behind a tree wasn't it?!"

         "Kyoya... what's going on?"

Another student to join in on the harrassment?

Kyoya let go, making the struggling girl fall to the floor.

         "Nothing of any major importance Tamaki. I am simply..."

         "Why are you on the floor, miss?" Haruhi asked as she came through the front door, she knelt down, and offered her hand, only to have it batted away as the new girl stood up by herself.

         "Oh my... I think the better question is why is she covered in dirt?" Tamaki stated as he came closer, only to have the student shy away, tear stains prominent on her dirt stained face.

         "Look, I just want to go h-home."

         "Not like this you're not," Haruhi advised, "Come with me and we'll get you cleaned up. Kyoya do you think you could have a uniform tailored?"

         "I hardly think she can afford-"

         "Add it to my debt."

The statement was made so bluntly, even Tamaki found it hard to believe the scholarship student suggested it.

         "What's the angle?" The exchange student asked, earning several confused looks, and even more as four others walked in the room.

         "I'm afraid we don't understand..." The blond boy came nearer, but (Y/N) only shied away more.

         "It's simple really," Kyoya answered, "She doesn't trust us, and most likely won't unless we earn that trust."

         "Fat chance, pervert." She mumbled.

Haruhi gently touched the student's arm, earning a glare, but the glare softened when she saw the true concern in this stranger's big brown eyes.

         "I'll walk you to the shower rooms... they're not that far."

Nodding, (Y/N) followed, hoping that she might find one friend among a world of monsters. 

(I know it's another story to add to my pile, but when I have an idea I often put it to paper! Hope you all like it!)