Eventually the club was over. It was even later, and Yuki was outside with an easel set up. An umbrella was set up to keep his face out of the sun, a pallete was in his hand, and a tray to hold his brushes. He put the canvas wide ways and began to paint. He loved how the pond looked this time of year. Even the little cherub fountain was charming, if not a little humorous in it's design. It closely resembled the Manneken Pis in Belgium. He needed to remember to come back some time at night, so he could perhaps paint one for the Black Magic club. No doubt they would enjoy a dark brooding picture. Maybe put some bat wings on the cherub for spookiness. For now, though, this piece would be placed in a hallway. He continued, and delicately put in the lily pads. They charmed him so much. He reached for another brush, and couldn't feel it on his tray.

"Here let my help you out." He heard the club president next to him. Upon looking, sure enough it was Tamaki. He held out the brush he wanted, and smiled as he took it. He thanked him, and continued on with his work. "Did you paint all this by yourself?" He asked as he watched him. Yuki nodded. "This is beautiful. If I could do this, you wouldn't see me in just the Host Club." He said stating that he would take his artwork public. This was Tamaki's way of saying he should join the art club.

Yuki didn't think of it as an insult. "But you're a terrific host." Yuki complimented. Tamaki continued to stare at Yuki's painting. "You may not know this, but it's rude to stare at a painting that's unfinished." Tamaki nodded and turned away. At least he was more considerate than his family that would be insulted by him recognizing their rude behavior. That made him so angry. They rudely stare at his artwork, and then when he asks them to stop, they act like he's the one being the jerk. He couldn't understand why they couldn't just be considerate. He tried to keep his composure, and save his anger for another painting. Speaking of rude people... "You know, Kyoya seems cold. Like his ego is so big his head is on the verge of exploding." He glanced in Tamaki's direction. "I'm glad that it's only him, and the twins. Some people are really far more considerate." He stopped for a moment. "I don't want him spreading any rumors, or asking me about my sexual orientation." He looked him dead in the eye. "Who I like is none of his business."

Tamaki patted the younger one's shoulder. "You can be assured he won't ask anymore. Besides, even if you were gay, we would know." Yuki smirked, and nodded. "I knew you would understand." On the outside he was pretending to be as straight as could be, but on the inside he was thankful Tamaki was an idiot. He was stared at enough for being albino, but with anybody knowing he was gay, that was an invitation for bullying. He couldn't let Mori and Honey fight such battles either. That would be even worse. It was best to just pretend for now. The twins were just as stupid, but Kyoya despite being a snobbish brat was very smart, so it was best to keep him at a distance. He knew it was wrong to see his fellow club members as dangerous, but it was a true fear. One he would need to fix.

"Speaking of understanding, Kyoya said that your father is a wealthy art collector, and owns a bunch of museums. I dug pretty deep, and found out he is teaching painting very soon. He's even having the class right here in town. That being said... what do you think of me joining such a class?" He gave a chiming chuckle. "After all, a masterpiece such as moi should have no trouble making another masterpiece wouldn't you say?"

At such confidence Yuki had to hold in his laughter. He slapped a hand over his mouth, and turned red from the hysterics. It took his a moment to control himself from rolling on the floor. "What, dare I ask, is so funny, little white stoat?" He said placing his fists on his hips in a saucy fashion.

Yuki regained himself. "Tamaki. My father's classes are not floofy fun clouds of magic and wonderment. It is the worst class you would ever join, and that's if you made it." He said smiling. "My father is rutheless, judgemental, hard, and merciless. He's like a hundred demons rolled into one man." He picked up his brush, and glanced at him. "You are like an injured baby gazelle asking to go into the den of a hungry lion." He lifted the brush covered in dark green pain. "He would chew you up, and spit you out." He said sliding a thick line of paint down the length of his nose.

Tamaki annoyingly tried to wipe it off, only causing it to smear all over his face. "Tell me what I need to do to make it into the class, and you'll see me make it in with flying colors!" He argued in an animated way.

Yuki listed off the materials. "You will need a portfolio to show your work. Show him some pieces of art. Really well executed art. He'll look through your portfolio, and if he likes what he sees, you're in. And if he doesn't you'll be out." He held up the green brush to him as if to pass a torch of wisdom. "Honestly though, I don't think you'll get very far."

With a yank, Tamaki took the brush. "WE'LL JUST SEE ABOUT THAT!" With that he marched away, ready to show to the first year that he had what it takes.

"I wish you the best of luck! You're gonna need it!" He called out grabbing a fresh brush. He was gone in a flash, and Yuki turned back to his work. "I had to work my hardest to get into the class, and I'm his son." He mumbled to himself.