Now what were you suppose to do? You couldn't go back to sleep, it was only about dinner time. Oh, food. You suppose you haven't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon. So you go to your kitchen and make yourself something. Because you apparently have all of the time in the world you make yourself something nice. Your favorite food. You take your time with the preparation and consumption of it. The taste is nice, but you are still thinking about what it is they are doing.
After getting done eating you notice you should probably go tell your uncle what happened, so you go into the main house.
The walk takes forever as you have to come up with a good reason as to why you didn't tell him about this yesterday. You sigh and just stick with what you had told Kyouya: the truth. You didn't care if you got in trouble for it. Once inside you call for your uncle. You go inside of his office when he calls and sit on one of the two chairs in front of his large main desk.
Once he straightens and files some paper work that has nothing to do with you, he looks up at you. He is no longer surprised so you can tell he is ready to now scold you for this morning.
"Yuko, what was that this morning?" he asks you.
"I'm sorry Uncle Iwao, I was in a hurry to fix something, but when I got back it didn't matter," you say professionally.
"Well, I talked to the school and they gave me the homework that you missed this morning. This better not happen young lady. What did happen that you not only skipped school for, but that you also ran all over the city?"
"Well, when I go home yesterday after school I went into my house and found that someone had broken into my art room. They vandalized the entire room and destroyed most of my artwork," you state without emotion, as if you are giving a report in school.
You Uncle doesn't take it like a a report though.
"What?!" he nearly jumped out of his seat, but did lean forward. "Why didn't you tell me about this immediately?" he scolds.
"I was in such a state of shock that I ended up passing out. Then this morning when I woke up I panicked and didn't even think about getting the person who had done it, instead I was worried about being able to save my artwork," you once again state without emotion. You uncle looks away for a moment and grumbles something about irresponsibility and mother resemblance, but you ignore it and continue to just look at his forehead- you learned that by not looking at him in the eyes, but the forehead, made it seem like you were looking at him in eyes, as well as making it more comfortable for you to have long conversations with him.
Finally you uncle ends his digression and comes back to the problem at hand.
"Do you know who did it?" he takes out a note pad and starts writing information down.
"Someone who doesn't like me," you shrug.
"That's not very helpful Yuko," he says annoyed, but you only shake your head.
"That is the only thing I can think to say," you reply.
"Fine, I suppose that you wouldn't know. It's not like they would just happen to write their name on the wall," he seems to be talking more to himself then to you. After writing more information on the note pad he sighs heavily, leans back in his chair, and rubs his eyes.
"Yuko, I thought I told you when you moved out there that you had to lock the door," he says.
"I always lock the door," you almost state harshly, "Someone must have picked the lock."
He looks over at you, "Don't get that tone with me." You apologize.
"Alright, I'll have someone go in and look at your house. For now I think you should pack a bag and stay in one of the guest bedrooms until we fix the room. You didn't happen to move anything in there did you?"
You wince. Crap.
"Um...actually I did. I tried to fix some of the paintings like I said. Also, some...friends...from school came over to see if I was okay because I didn't show up at school and tried to comfort me by helping."
"Yuko," he sighs and again rubs his eyes.
"I'm sorry, like I said, I was discombobulate," you whisper.
"It's alright, if the police find anything out of the ordinary I'll have them eliminate your friends as suspects," then he turned away looking troubled.
"Is there anything wrong," you ask.
"How did this person get pass the front gate?" he mumbles. Hopefully he will just find out for himself. You shrug, thank him, then leave to go pack.
The next morning a maid woke you up, as your uncle insisted that you do everything like a normal girl in your statues this morning.
You ate breakfast with your cousins and uncle, and got to watch with pleasure as Shima squirmed when Uncle Iwao talked about how much trouble the person who trashed your room was going to be in when he found them. When you walked out of the door with you cousins and into the car, Shima waved off her father then shut the connection between the driver and the passenger side.
"You told father?!" she asks irritated. Mim scowled at you. For once, could that girl do anything with her own mind?
"Of course I told him, you don't think that I was just going to keep the room like that do you?" you ask her. She squirms again.
"Did you tell him?" she asks.
"Shima, use your brain. If I had told him, don't you think that he would have asked you? After all, you did damage about almost 100,000 yen of property," you tell her.
"Shut up, Yuko. Remember what I said to you about benefactors," she sneers at you, and you shrug with a smile.
"Yes I remember that very clearly," suddenly an idea comes to your mind. It's the perfect way to have your revenge against Shima, and Mim. Well, maybe not Mim so much, but she didn't do anything against Shima.
"You know Shima, the host club came by yesterday to check up on me. They guessed that you trashed my room," You smile pleasantly. She turns pale. Then you leave it at that.
The rest of the ride to school is enjoyable as you got Shima and Mim to shut up.
When you see Tamaki and Kyouya in class they smile at you knowingly, which makes you even more anxious for this afternoon. All day the secrets of whatever it is that is suppose to make you feel better makes you almost bounce in your seat through class. Finally the bell rings and you make your way to the club room when Kyouya comes up to you.
"Yuko, not yet, they aren't ready," he tells you. You tilt your head in a confused state.
"What am I suppose to do then?' you ask.
"We were still planning on having the cosplay. I could go over the preparations and themes that we wanted to talk with you about," he smiles.
"Oh, yeah, I guess we can do that," you answer a little disappointed. He takes you to the library where you go over the several elements of the cosplay. Much to your surprise there is much more then simple decorations that they had wanted. Even though you had gone over what they wanted in their theme with him two days ago, you hadn't asked how they wanted it decorated. Well, you were also not planning to stay that long in their life. The amount of detail that they wanted was actually quite impressive. You go over what type of colors and displays would be appropriated. Strangely you start feeling almost a kinship to Kyouya as he is very technical and respects your bond to the original themes. When you were done talking, or at least when he got a call on his cell phone that the hosts were done, you both got up to leave.
"I'm actually very surprised Yuko. I wasn't expecting you to be able to give this much information. Your eye for originality in impressive," he smiles with sincerity. "When we have cosplays again I'll be sure to consult you."
"Thank you," you smile shyly.
He walks with you to the club room. Then an idea comes to your mind.
"Hey, don't you guys have guests today?" you suddenly realize.
"No, we canceled activity for today as we were worried about you." he states, but you feel like he actually means it when he says "we".
When you get to the club room door, he opens the door for you like the first time. When the bright light and flower petals fly at you, you hear "Welcome" with the unison of all of the hosts, minus Kyouya. You step into the room and you see what it is they had done for you.
There were pictures all over the room. Painting and drawings. They seemed to be recreations of all of your original pictures, except very poorly redone. What you suppose to be the mermaid picture looks more like a seal on a boat. When you look around at all of the pictures you can't help but laugh and smile.
One of the twins came up and spoke. "Well, I know it's not the same as your drawings, but we thought if you couldn't remake the pictures, we would for you." His voice was heavier, so you knew that it was Hikaru- Kyouya had gone over the twin's names.
Haruhi then walked up and looked at you with concern. "I know this was kinda stupid, but do you like it? If you want to you can make more paintings for the club, or keep your painting here in the room."
"No, this is...lovely," you laugh. The artwork might be horrible, but the amount of trouble that it took them showed how much they cared. And you could see the amount of soul that they had put each bit of the paintings and drawings. That alone made their works seem so much more, or even equal to, your own.
(For all of you Twin fans out there, I have already gotten a comment about how Hikaru had the "higher voice". Just to clear this up: Hikaru sounds heavier than Kouru to me. I'm sorry if that is not the way you hear them, but I describe things as I perceive them.)