The Art of Organizing |:| Kyoya X Reader

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     The group had cancelled the Host Club for the day. This was serious, and dangerous. (Y/N) had become that scared girl from the first day all over again, Haruhi trying to keep her from leaving already as the (H/C) haired girl struggled to leave.

         "DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! THIS WAS A MISTAKE!" She hollered, tears welling up in her (E/C) porcelain eyes, "You all did enough, thank you but... If I stay you'll no longer hold the status you have now."

Hunny sniffed as he started to crumple the poster in his hands, the black paper being the background of three pictures, one of (Y/N) from her first days, to one of her in the Ouron uniform, and then her as a hostess. The caption was simple, but hurtful none-the-less.

Commoner, Liar, Wanna-be

These posters were all around the school, already being picked up by apologetic teachers and the school janitorial staff. An announcement was sent out to all staff about the unacceptable actions, and every class would be talked to throughout the day about it, but it didn't stop the fear from settling into the poor tortured youth.

         "Please, let me go, I'm not welcome here." She sobbed, falling to her knees as her strength waned.

         |: I should have never come, I'm sorry. :|

Only one could understand the American, and responded in kind.

         |: We are lucky you come, :| Kyoya stated, not caring about his choppy English, |: You are one of the best people to have ever come to this school. :|

         |: Ever since I came here I've been CURSED! :| She replied, letting the tears fall as Haruhi rubbed her back, and the rest of the group came closer, each taking a spot on the floor next to their tortured friend, but Kyoya stayed standing, |: Every day I walk in fear! Every day I waited for someone to find out! I WARNED YOU! NOW LOOK! :| Her pent up fear, and anger, came out in shaky sentences, filled with her sobs and sorrowful wails, |: I should have left when I had the chance! :|

Kyoya pushed through the group of teens, and pulled (Y/N) up to her feet, holding her by her shoulders as she struggled, eyes red, and lips quivering. He held her firm, pushing her so that he could bend to her eye level.

         |: Not to long ago, you wouldn't have cared about any of this. It was normal. You stayed strong, and never let anyone see you cry, no matter how much they hurt you. They say you're a commoner, yet you're closer to Royalty than any of us. They claim you're a liar, yet the only lies you tell are to yourself. They shout "wanna-be", but that's only because you are who they all want to be. :| (Y/N) stopped her struggling as she looked away from him, wishing she could just disappear. Kyoya took her by her chin, forcing her to look at him, |: Where's the girl who called a prying boy out on his inappropriate actions? :|

The silence was agonizing to those who didn't understand the conversation, the only thing they could make sense of was that Kyoya had said something out of character, considering (Y/N)'s astonished gaze. They felt as if the standing pair had forgotten about them. Each stood back up in anticipation for (Y/N)'s response.

         |: I... :| She hesitated, then smiled, |: I'm right here. :|

The bulk of the Host club cheered, not knowing what she said, but knowing that the smile was a good thing. Haruhi simply smiled back, knowing that this conversation was for (Y/N) and Kyoya only, and that neither would reveal what the other said.

     Kyoya stood back up to his full height, a small smile on his face.

         "Now," He started, "I've already thought up part of a plan in order to steer away any unwanted attention."

         "And what's that Kyoya?" Hunny asked, the poster still in his hands, though slightly crumpled.

The Vice President took the poster, looking at it for a moment. He then looked to (Y/N), her eyes still wet, tear stains just starting to dry.

         "A little publicity stunt of our own, I think is a good start."

//~\\

     The next day was met with early risers, and a very nervous (Y/N).

         "What if this only makes it worse?" She asked Kyoya as she followed him around the school, large stack of papers in hand.

Kyoya took one and taped it to the wall.

         "It will for those who are the worst of bullies, but I suspect many will find what they do to you horridly wrong."

         "Just a step below 'cruel and unusual' huh?"

         "In my mind, you are giving them the benefit of the doubt, and you have understated just how cruel they are."

With the help of the whole Host Club, and many of the school faculty, these posters were set up in place of the black ones, each having a single picture, that of the multitude of tags, metal, wood and paper, that had been thrown at (Y/N) for so long. It's caption? An invitation.

Come organize a mess we've made

Pick up the stone

Try and send this girl home

Those who were told of this plan, knew it to be, not a threat, but a dare.

(I know... it's been awhile... but I've been having some troubles with the next few chapters... you have no idea how many drafts I've been through! ANYWHO! Enjoy! Thanks for reading!)