When the car finally got to the school, I rushed in. Walking into a Host Club. Now that was embarrassing. To be honest, I had never been in any sort of club. After all, what would be the point? I had always been odd. People really didn't know how to talk to me like a normal person, even though that was exactly what I was. I just looked different that's all. Upon getting home, I walked through the doors, and as if on cue, the maids took my backpack, and handed me my recreational clothes. I had to start on my homework. It was always a speedy process, which I would re-check. Anything to let me get to my painting sooner. I tidied up, and put it all away.

Once homework was done, I headed straight to my art room. Maybe finishing up the most recent painting could get my mind off of stumbling into the Host Club. To be honest, I was actually quite curious of that other club I had passed by. What club was that? Why had they stayed by the door as I walked by, and more importantly who were they? My mind trailed off, as I was changing. I would worry about that tomorrow. For now, I had to focus on this sakura tree branch. I locked my jaw, and turned on some ambience. Luckily I had such CDs in case I needed something to help me relax. I followed my strokes on the canvas, and made absolutely sure not to shake. It wouldn't be long until my mother came home. She was most likely out shopping, while my father worked in his office.

He worked as a CEO of a large arts and crafts company, and owned many museums, more being opened all the time, so art was always a big part of our lives. In one way or another, there wasn't really any way to be away from it for very long. I dripped paint on my smock as I worked, which was not a surprise. However as I was working on petals, a knock on the door broke my concentration.

"Come in." I announced quietly.

"Is my little artist in here?" I smiled, and turned around seeing my mother with two bags in her hands. I walked over nearly hugging her before remembering that I was splotched with paint. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you." She said walking further. "I wanted to show you what I purchased for your father." She walked over to the closest table, and pulled out a glass sculpture of a turtle. It was transparent, and very alluring with gorgeous patterns on the shell. "I know he loves these glass figurines, and know he will be smitten."

"It's beautiful, mom." I nodded. "I'm sure he'll love it." I sat back down, and stared at my painting. "You, know... I had an eventful day too." I said turning around before continuing. "I was doing a little exploring, since the chauffeur was late, and ended up wandering into a Host Club. Apparently it's a club full of handsome men, that are just there to entertain young ladies. From what I've heard it can be anywhere from tea parties, and desserts, to just plain talking." I said swapping paint brushes. "Quite a mix match group as well. I ran into two members today, and saw a few others."

My mom set the shopping bags down, and sat on the chair next to the canvas. "They sound very charismatic." She looked at me expecting me to counter with something witty. We both knew my people skills were amateur at best. I tended to be a hermit. When you were born with albinism it drew people's gaze, but it was always so much easier to stare, than to strike up conversation for them. "Maybe you could join a group like that." I looked to the side feeling like it would be quite a blow to me to pull me out of my comfort zone. "I know... it is scary... opening your self up to people." She took my cheeks so I would look to her. "I think that wouldn't be such a bad thing for you, with your... condition."

Another hour, and my painting would be complete. Just had to finish the details, and-

"Yuki, it's time for dinner." Curses! Foiled by the butler again! I left my art supplies, and paint on the table, knowing it would be put away for me. I changed into some evening clothes, and made my way to the dining room. Everybody was there. My father, my mother, and my baby sister. We all chatted amongst one another, about our day. I was however keeping quiet. I really didn't want to talk much at the table, since my parents did much of the talking. I just ate my food, and listened to them.

My mother glanced at me, as my father was finishing up talking about his business, and what he made improvements to. She decided to swap over the subject. "So, Yuki! How is school?" I looked at them, caught off guard.

"Huh? School?"

My father nodded. "Indeed! How are you doing in your classes? I'm assuming well." He kept his gaze on me, as I felt everybody staring at me.

"Oh... yeah, everything is fine." I waved off any worries they might have. When I looked at my mother, she moved her finger telling me to continue. "I was thinking about joining a club at school, you know."

At this my father turned sharply at me. "A club you say?" He seemed quite pleased with this notion. "That sounds like a fine decision. A club is precisely what you need. You need to meet people. Get a life!" He said eating his salad. I turned toward my mother with a smirk. She knew this was a good plan, and so did I. "I'll make arrangements for a chauffer to pick you up at a later date." It was settled then. My parents were on board, and now all I had to do was to convince the hosts. Though having met two that were likely on board, it might not be that difficult.