The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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     Haruhi watched as Tamaki and Kyoya went into the pantry to talk, then pointed her attention to (Y/N), who had gone back to organizing the many beads. Her (H/C) hair hung in her face, obscuring any view of her current mood, though her slightly shaky hands revealed some of what her thoughts were.

         "They were from the Lobelia Girl's Academy..." Haruhi started, earning no reaction as (Y/N) continued to organize, "They wanted to steal you away in a sense..." Once again, no reaction.

         "Are you okay (Y/N)?" Hunny asked as he came near, Bun-Bun in hand.

         "Um... I think I will be. The... recent events were just a little overwhelming is all."

She continued to organize, sliding the beads around and ordering them by color, and type.

//~\\

         "That was mighty risky of you, to put yourself in that position." Tamaki stated.

         "I don't see why this is necessary," Kyoya pushed his glasses back to their rightful place, "It was a fleeting moment that will soon be forgotten."

         "By most of us anyway. I will admit I'll probably forget later on, but first of all the twins definitely won't, and I'm not to sure about (Y/N)."

Tamaki remembered her startled face when she was suddenly yanked off the floor, and the confusion to Kyoya's out of character actions.

         "You've never acted like that before around her, and she didn't give much of a response, so who knows what she's thinking."

         "She'll forget about it before the day is out. Like I said it was a fleeting moment and there was quite a bit of confusion."

Sighing, Tamaki leaned against the shelves, the quiet creaking of wood cutting through the otherwise silent atmosphere.

         "What is it about her that fascinates you so much?" Tamaki inquired after a long silence.

Kyoya let the silence fall again, another few minutes passing before he answered.

         "She's a mystery... I've tried to do the usual procedures, what we usually do to find out who we're dealing with, but all I can manage to find is her first name, her classes and her birth year. No lineage, no contacts, not even her birth day, just the year..." He went to grab a small tea bag, put back on a random shelf after it wasn't used for what ever purpose, holding it between his finger, he let the see-through bag hang as it twirled, "It's as if she doesn't exist in this world, like she left part of herself behind."

Tamaki chuckled, making Kyoya raise an eyebrow.

         "You act as if you only protect her to solve the mystery that is (Y/N), yet here you are, spouting what could be thought of as poetry."

         "I'm afraid you've lost me..."

         "Well, that would make sense," Tamaki lifted himself from the shelves, "You were never one for the romantic ideals."

Still rather confused, Kyoya watched as Tamaki passed him by, going out the door.

         "Maybe she keeps herself a secret for a reason Kyoya, after all, all we know about her is that she likes to organize, and hat she's bullied."

         "As well as her favorite flower..."

Tamaki stopped half way out the door.

         "Now how would you know that?"

Pushing up his glasses once more, Kyoya started to follow his friend.

         "The day we had our guests make their own bouquets. (Y/N) lingered around the (Fav flower) the longest. She even kept a pedal in her pocket."

Shaking his head, Tamaki chuckled again, amused by his friend's infatuation with the foreigner.

//~\\

         "So, what are your thoughts-"

         "About Kyoya?"

The twins slid beside (Y/N) with a devil's smile, hoping that after the whole Lobelia Girls fiasco, a reaction would surface.

         "He's nice."

"Is that aaaalll?" They bumped her, making beads fly out of her hand and onto the floor. (Y/N) sighed, getting up to find them as they continued to roll away.

         "You are looking for something that most likely will never reveal itself even if it was there," She found the colored beads that dropped, "Besides, it's not like you guys have time to pay attention to one girl for any long period of time... Speaking of you have about ten minutes before Host Club hours start."

     Placing the beads in their rightful buckets, (Y/N) started to leave, though not without taking a particular bead from her pocket. It was a pearlescent (F/C) glass bead, round and with a small crack through it, she was about to place it in it's proper spot, but a hand caught it before the bead disappeared into the bucket.

         "I'm afraid no one will want this bead, it has a crack." Kyoya stated, looking at the bead, "How about you take this one with you, since you fancy it so."

He placed it back in (Y/N)'s hand, the bead now warm from his touch.

         "I don't think it's that noticeable... it gives it charm." Was the girl's response, "I'm sure someone will find it pretty..." She tried to give it back to Kyoya, but he refused.

         "I'm afraid you don't know much about our class of people and their eye for perfection."

Nodding, the exchange student thanked him for the bead, and started to leave, small bag in hand, only to be stopped by Haruhi, who suggested hiding in the pantry again since it was so close to opening time.

         "They won't recognize me, besides, most know I'm the errand girl for the Host Club. No need to worry."

(Y/N) left for home.