The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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         "She forgot her bag." Hikaru observed, picking up the slightly dirt covered item. "It's obviously home made... I think these are her initials on the inside pocket." He pointed to a small embroidered (Your initials) in the blue denim bag, slightly hidden by the text book it held.

         "Should we see what else is inside?" Kaoru asked, quite curious.

         "That wouldn't be very nice," Hunny spoke from Mori's shoulders, "Besides, what if she has something in there that she doesn't want us to see?"

         "If she has something of value or of top secrecy, I doubt she would put it in her regular bag," Kyoya spoke up, staring at the door the two had left out of, "She doesn't trust anyone enough to do that..."

         "How would you know that Kyoya?" Tamaki inquired.

Turning, the black haired youth only stared into nothingness for awhile, until he finally answered.

         "I saw her quite awhile ago... she was cornered by many other students just in the Ouron Academy grounds... They were throwing dirt at her, saying things like she should be thankful to own something so expensive. I'm assuming the dirts were imported."

         "That would explain her earlier appearance." Tamaki put a finger to his chin in thought.

Hunny lept from Mori's shoulders, landing on the floor with a quiet thump-thump as his feet hit the tile.

         "So she's being bullied? But Ouron is such a nice place..."

"Yes well, that doesn't mean it doesn't have it's bad eggs," Kyoya reasoned, "Hikaru put the young girl's bag down already, you too Kaoru."

         "We were just curious!" They said in unison as they pulled on the bag slightly.

Sighing, Kyoya went to take it from the fighting twins, but only succeeded in having it thrown across the room, the contents spilling all over the floor. The Hitachins pointed at each other blaming their double as Kyoya went to pick it up. He started to put it's contents back when he noticed bits of tied string, encrusted with dirt in a little baggy.

         "Well this is odd..." He grabbed the baggy by it's clear edge, finding several dirt covered tags. He recognized them as the tags that went around the balls of clay and dirt he saw the students throw at the exchange student.

         "Should we throw them away for her?" The twins asked, looking over Kyoya's shoulder.

//~\\

     Meanwhile, Haruhi entered the women's showers, a boys uniform in hand.

         "I'm sorry I couldn't find a girl's uniform... the tailor was out and all I could find was this one, I hope it'll do."

The silhouette moved, pulling the shower curtain back enough to reveal her face. Her (H/C) hair flattered her big, sparkly (E/C) eyes, a stunning difference from her earlier, downgraded, and beaten look.

         "Huh..." was her response.

         "What...?"

         "So you're parading around as a 'he' in order to pay a debt..."

Haruhi, quite stunned, asked this girl how she knew.

         "Well you mentioned a debt earlier... and if you weren't a girl than you'd be antsy, trying to either get out or take a peak."