Chapter 2 already!

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Chapter 2

Paper Friend

Tukiyo always sat in the back, the way back. She sat at the desk that was older then the rest of the desks in the plush classroom, the one that was almost never polished. She sat in the chair that had one leg that was shorter then the others, so it wobbled all the time

She didn't like sitting there. But no one else sat back there, she was completely alone and nobody payed any attention to her, that was the way she wanted it. She focused on the teacher's lecture carefully, she didn't miss a word he said. She took fantastic notes and always did well on tests and brought in all her homework on time. She was a perfect student. That wasn't good enough for Tukiyo, that wasn't good enough for her father.

Tukiyo had the best grades in her class and some of the best grades in the entire school. She had been asked many times if she wanted to move up a grade, but she always declined, that would bring to much attention. It's not like that mattered, it's not like that made her father proud of her. She pushed her pen hard into her notebook, it made her frustrated thinking about her father.

Soon the teacher's lecture was over and it was only a few minutes until the bell rang. Students started to pack their stuff away and chat with each other about their afternoon plans. Tukiyo didn't move from her seat, she kept scribbling notes down in her book. She extended the lecture, finding connections and mistakes. She pulled out some books and opened them up, writing notes on them as well. She had picked up the books this morning in preparation for the lecture.

"Hayashi-chan?" she heard her name called after most of the students had departed, but out of habit she didn't look up. "Hayashi-chan?" She wanted to punch whoever was calling her by her last name in the face, she knew it was a sign of respect, but she didn't want to be associated with that last name.

"I apologize for bothering you, but are you Miss Hayashi?" Tukiyo looked up, in front of her was a boy from her class. Kyoya Ootori, son of Yoshio Ootori, accomplished businessman. Kyoya belonged to Host Club along with seven other boys Tukiyo didn't care about. Tukiyo would admit that he was attractive, which was obvious by the massive amount of girls that fawned over him. But Tukiyo was not interested in stupid clubs like the Host Club.

"It's Tukiyo." she said coldly, bringing her stare back to her books. "Tukiyo, I was speaking with your friend Makoto Nakamura yesterday..."

"Makoto?" she mumbled to herself, she remembered the spiel she received from him for not meeting him after school. Which she wasn't surprised about, considering he found her trying to jump of the railing yesterday.

"...So it would be my pleasure to have you join us at the Host Club this afternoon." he had a warm smile plastered across his face, with one hand extended to her.

Every girl in the school would take a personal invitation from Kyoya, to the Host Club, no questions asked, but Tukiyo saw through him. His artificial smile didn't make her blush or giggle it just made her scowl, she knew he only wanted her for her father. She had seen him do this countless times to other girls, the same smile stuck on his overly perfect face. Tukiyo despised him and his Host Club for that reason.

She swept her books into her bag and slung it on her back, Kyoya's smile widened thinking he had gotten the answer he wanted. Tukiyo stood and walked to him as if she was joining him, but then she walked right past him. "It would be my pleasure to smack that greasy smile off your face." she said softly as she past him by.

Kyoya stood frozen for a while, by the time he turned around to respond, Tukiyo had already left the classroom.

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From the moment Kyoya entered the Host Club, Tamaki could tell something was bothering him. He had an annoyed expression on his face, the same one that appeared often when Tamaki spoke to him. He didn't welcome the girls, he just kept his eyes glued to his laptop, going through hundreds of webpages for something Tamaki had no clue about.

When Tamaki was finally free of guests, he approached the Shadow King. "Kyoya-kun?" Tamaki asked with an innocent expression. "What is it, Tamaki?" he answered, obviously not in the mood for whatever was about to come out of Tamaki's mouth.

"It just looked like something was on your mind today." he said, coming a little too close to Kyoya to get a view of his computer screen. Kyoya slapped the laptop closed angrily causing Tamaki to flinch.

"I've just had a lot on my mind." Kyoya said, trying to end the conversation.

"It wouldn't be about that girl would it?" Tamaki asked suspiciously.

"What girl?" Kyoya was getting increasingly annoyed.

"The one you were staring at during class." Tamaki giggled.

"This has nothing to do with her..." he turned his head away from Tamaki guiltily.

"I knew it! Kyoya-kun is in LOVE!" Tamaki shouted, jumping up in the air with his arms waving around wildly.

"Calm down you idiot!" Kyoya shouted, making Tamaki automatically calm down and sob at Kyoya's outburst. "She is just the daughter of a man who could benefit my interests greatly." he said, more calm now, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

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The weather had become cloudy after class had ended, so most of the students had cleared the courtyard in fear of rain. Tukiyo took this as an opportunity to sit outside without anyone bothering her. She sat on the bench, pulling out her sketch book. She felt pathetic as she looked through the used up pages, a piece of paper was the only thing she could open up to, the only thing she really spoke to.

She wanted to say that it hadn't always been like this, she wanted to say that she had friends at a time, but she'd be lying. When she put her pencil to the paper, emotions always spilled out naturally. Anger and sadness always seemed like a consistent theme in her drawings. Her eyes became misty as she made each pencil mark, each stroke filled with a different feeling.

She always tried to draw happier pictures, thinking that it might cheer her up, but it never worked. Her picture started out as one of the many flowers in the courtyard garden, but she couldn't draw something she couldn't feel. She hastily closed the book, her faced becoming pained, her emotions were taking over and she felt like screaming.

When she turned around she saw the boy from earlier that day looking at her, she put on her cold, neutral mask to hide what she really feeling. She planned to ignore him, until he stopped her.

"I saw you drawing before, do you mind if I see?" he said, the same fake smile on his face.

Tukiyo looked down at her sketch book and then back at him, "I don't let people look, it's only for me." she said holding the book to her side and standing up.

"I wont make fun of any of your art, I'm sure all your drawings are beautiful." he said, refusing to give up.

"It's not for anyone to see, besides myself." she said coldly. She started to walk away, but Kyoya could hear her mumble "It's my paper friend..."

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The next day was just the same for Tukiyo, Kyoya tried again to invite Tukiyo to the Host Club, she again replied with a harsh answer. And every time Kyoya went to the courtyard he saw her with her sketch book and every time he would ask to see it. This pattern went on for two more days, Tukiyo eventually stopped talking to him altogether, but Kyoya was determined.

He walked up to her after class as expected, the same smile that never seemed to leave his face was still present. Before he managed to say anything, Tukiyo stood up, slamming her book closed. "I've said no every time for the past four days, I'm not going to say yes now." she said in the same cold tone she always spoke to him in.

"Hayashi-chan-" he started, but she wouldn't let him finished. "I am not 'Hayashi-chan', I am Tukiyo. Just please leave me alone." she walked out of the class room, her sketchbook held close to her chest.

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Tukiyo opened up to the same unfinished flower she was working on the other day. The same frustration and anger that she felt four days ago bubbled up inside her. "Why can't I just draw a flower, why can't I be happy?!" She started drawing with quick ferocious movements, reflecting her thoughts on paper. She was so caught up in her work she didn't notice that Kyoya was standing above her, eyes glued to her work.

She put her pencil down on the bench, signaling the picture was complete. What started out as an elegant flower, transformed into a flower being set on fire, the once beautiful petals were turning into ash.

"How could anyone do something that ugly to something so delicate?" he said softly, referring to the picture.

"Yes, how could they..." Tukiyo whispered. It was the first emotion Kyoya had seen since he met Tukiyo, usually she was cold and emotionless, but what he saw before him was pure sadness. Her brilliant green eyes looked alone and cheerless.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked, Tukiyo slowly shook her head. At first he thought she rejecting him like every other time, but the head shake was to show she didn't mind. He took a seat beside her and she opened a new page, taking a freshly sharpened pencil out of her bag.

They sat in silence for the rest of the afternoon, Tukiyo drew and Kyoya observed. Kyoya had never found himself so entranced by something so pointless. He couldn't take his eyes of her hand as she made every line and dot.

After a while Tukiyo's hand abruptly stopped in the middle of a drawing, she closed her book and put it in her bag, along with her pencil. As she stood up she turned to Kyoya, "I'm glad you weren't wearing that smile."

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End of Chapter 2!

We're sort of getting somewhere, but it will take a little while longer until the story gets into full swing.

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