February 16th

When I returned to school, I was greeted by a sea of worried faces. The teacher felt it necessary to try and give me a one-on-one lesson to 'catch me up', but thanks to Tamaki it wasn't necessary. He seemed slightly disappointed to discover that he didn't get to teach me. I attended Host activities but did not participate. Most girls were worried that I had something contagious, and didn't want to catch it. Haruhi has proved to be a capable organiser. The records for the last week or so were not actually as messed up as I had expected them to be, though numbers were vague and usually just an average of all customers on any given day.

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I overheard Father yelling at Fuyumi after dinner. I hope that it had nothing to do with me.

February 17th

As it turns out, my father had questioned Fuyumi about the counselling sessions. Shortly after I had arrived home he came to see me in my room; a rare occurrence. I flinched slightly as I felt the cold front to his icy rage blow a cold chill into the room. I spun slowly on my chair to face him.

"Mentally Unstable?" he asked, pronouncing his capitals with clarity. I could hear his contempt dripping from every letter.

"He is mistaken." I replied.

His hand rose and fell so quickly I barely saw it coming. My glasses skidded to a halt, teetering on the edge of the desk.

"He is coming back tomorrow. Do what he says; tell him what he wants to hear. Prove him wrong."

I nodded and waited for him to leave the room. He slammed the door as he left, causing my glasses to complete their trip towards the floor. I then rose and picked them up off the floor, placing them neatly on the table. I sighed and pushed open the door to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, my father's red hand stood out on my skin.

February 18th

The counsellor pretty much stalked me today. He stood at the back of the classroom and watched my every move. Tamaki asked me who the man was, but I declined to answer.

"Why did your doctor follow you to school, Kyo-Chan?" Hunny suddenly asked. I glanced back at the counsellor. He had leant forward and was listening intently. I turned and faced my senior.

"He's not a doctor, he's a counsellor." Unfortunately this did nothing to stop Hunny from prying further.

"Then why is a counsellor following you?"

His flowers bobbed annoyingly around his face.

"He is monitoring my mental stability." I replied as monotone as I could.

"Why?" He asked. "What's wrong with you?"

I seriously wanted to kick him just then. Mentally, I kicked myself for answering his questions truthfully. Of course I knew that if I had been evasive, the counsellor would pounce on it and try to make something massive out of it.

"There is nothing wrong with me." I scribbled vaguely in the back of my notebook.

"This is a temporary monitoring situation brought about by the maternal concerns of my sister."

Honey looked at me blankly for a moment, and then burst into his characteristic smile.

"Okay Kyo-Chan!"

He skipped away and joined Mori on a couch. I snuck a glance back at the counsellor. He looked vaguely disappointed. I must be doing something right then. Theis man is incredibly easy to read. He displays his emotions in plain view, and wonders how he can never get away with anything… What an idiot, he's worse than Tamaki.

AN: Ahh! poor Kyoya, its so sad =( Im facing writer's block, and only reviews can help me!! 3 reviews plz, just 3, they dont even have to be nice reviews. Thank you, good night...