The pale young man made his way over to the bedroom. Eleven was late for anybody. He locked the door, and turned toward the comfort of his bed. He flopped down face first, and inhaled the smell, of the fresh pillowcase. He buried his nose a bit, and after a few good whiffs, he flopped over and fell asleep.
Suddenly the phone rang. He reached for it, and answered. "Hello?" He groaned slowly sitting up. He heard Tamaki's voice chipper as expected.
"Hey, Yuki." He said into the phone. "You aren't sleeping right now, are you?" He asked casually.
He rubbed his eyes. "I was... what do you want?"
He leaned back against his own mattress. "Well, tomorrow's Saturday, and I don't have anything to do. Neither does anybody else in the club, so I was wondering-"
"-if I would invite you over, and let you see my place?" He asked yawning. He thought about it for a minute, and weighed the pros and cons. That didn't seem like such a bad idea. He knew Tamaki was sometimes a drama king, but he had a heart of gold. The others couldn't cause any trouble either. Or at least he assumed. "Okay. I'll invite you guys over at eight."
Tamaki was overjoyed. "Splendid! Eight o clock. I'll make the arrangements for-"
Yuki hung up the phone, and slipped back under the covers.
The next day I had the maids and butlers cleaning up the house, for my guests. The chef cooked up some appetizers, and offered beverages. Once it was all done, I waited patiently at the top of the stairs. Once the first knock was heard, I rushed downward, and reached for the handle.
Before I could grab it however, my father's doorman clutched the handle, and opened it up to the club. Often times it was a race. Even though I liked to race, he always seemed ready. I would just have to settle with greeting the club. They walked up to the door, obviously with Tamaki leading the line of ducklings. "Welcome to Nakajima manor." I said to the others. "I've been expecting you." They walked in one by one. Honey needed no invitation to prance inside. Tamaki strutted in, and Haruhi looked around curiously. I knew she would be the subtle type. My cheeks pulled up. She always knew how to put a smile on my face. Mori walked in quietly. I couldn't help but grin. When the twins gave me a noogie, I had no trouble shooing them off towards the interior of the house. I readjusted my white locks, to my signature slicked back look, and saw Kyoya. My blood red eyes followed him, as he kept me in sight as well. He would most likely not be leaving my sight.
They walked the halls and looked at the paintings that covered the walls. Many were quite interesting, while others were weird enough to make a black magic club member blush. Honey Senpai however was focusing on the more friendly ones.
"You have quite the art collection, Yuki." Hikaru said glancing at all the paintings. By now, Yuki could tell them apart.
He smiled at their observation. "The ones on the walls are my mothers paintings. But yes, there are quite a lot."
Kyoya adjusted his glasses, looking at one that was a ballet dancer with thorns surrounding her, as she stay in the circle clear of the thorny brush. "I take it these were gifts from other artists. Did you gift any of these to your mother?"
"Most of them." He shrugged.
Mori looked at one that was a painting of Narcissus staring at his own reflection in the water. "Did you paint any of them?"
"No." Yuki responded.
Tamaki grinned and nodded. "A fine collection if I do say so myself."
Yuki passed his own room, and the boys were quick to notice. "Is this your room Yuki?" He swung the door open, but stood in shock. Upon looking at it it was completely... "Disgusting!"
Yuki had a prominent frown. Tamaki looked inside, and it was his worst nightmare. "Look at this place. clothes on the floor, an unmade bed, and you have shoes strewn about! You pay your butlers and maids for this?"
It was time they passed through. "Enough! We're moving on!" He didn't want to explain, nor did he have the time. He just pressed through to the rec room. They had a pool table, a ping pong table, and a piano.
"Now this is more like it." Tamaki smiled. He sat down on the piano, and noticed in the corner the canvas. "Wait! That's it!" He rushed from the piano to the seat in front of the canvas. Purely blank! "Yuki! You're a blessing in disguise! Please tell me I can use your canvas and easel!" He said stroking the canvas material. "Painting in the master's very own abode! He will surely see what a genius painter I am, and take me under his wing in no time!" This was his opportunity to shine.
"Just don't make a mess. Daddy won't like that."
They all turned around, and saw a little five year old girl. Her hair was a vibrant red, and her eyes were green and expressive. Her hair was curly and flowed down her back. Yuki smirked, and walked over to her. "Club members, this is my baby sister Ahmya. Ahmya these are my friends from the club."
The small girl was jumping excitedly. "New friends! New friends!" She ran around the room.
The group settled quite well. Honey Senpai was not having any trouble having a tea party with Ahmya and her plushies. He even presented a few to her, usa-chan being the star of them all. Meanwhile Tamaki Senpai was stuck staring at a blank canvas. He was not able to figure out how to impress Yuki's father. How could he prove he was a serious artist?
Haruhi intervened. "Just paint whatever you feel. Even the lack of creativity has a feeling, and from what I've seen on the walls so far, they like genuine feelings."
Kyoya was seen writing information down, in his notebook. It was a bit bothersome to Yuki. He could write down whatever he wanted, but it was not okay if there was anything about Ahmya in there. Nobody messed with his sister. It was fine to play with her, but to keep her as information, was a no can do. He looked as she played with Hikaru, and Kaoru. She seemed to be more interested in playing with them, than talking to her big brother. Even Mori was willing to play with her. She wanted to play horsey, to which Mori couldn't resist her adorable hope in her eye. He got on all fours with the occasional "neigh..." She had played horsey many times with daddy, and Mori was a lot like daddy.
Her attention turned to Tamaki "Hey, Mr. Blonde guy. You having trouble deciding what to make?"
Tamaki looked down at the young lady? "Hmm?" He laughed nervously. "Oh, I'm sure I'll figure out something little one."
Ahmya patted his knee. "I can hardly wait to see it. I'm sure it will be great."
At this point Tamaki couldn't help himself. It was Kirimi all over again. He stood up, and lifted her bouncing her excitedly. "OH, YOU'RE SO CUTE! I JUST ANT TO SCOOP YOU UP, AND TAKE YOU HOME!" To which she giggled, as he squeezed her to his chest, finding her so precious.
Suddenly the door opened. "Yuki, I have an art show in a month or two. If you want to put something in, you need to..." There he was. Osamu Nakajima stood in the door way, seeing a bunch of boys, one of them his son, the other a thorn in his side, and this thorn was holding his youngest child in his arms. Never had silence been so loud.