AN: Aha, I'm surprised with the positive feedback. Thankyou for the reviews! It makes my day to sign on and know that someone appreciates my writing. This chapter isn't that great. I was very tired when I wrote this but thought I would upload all the same. If anyone wants me to upload any of my other fanfics leave a review or message me. :D

Unbreakable

Thistle walked into Writing room 3, her arms clasped around the battered book she was to use for her writing.

"I'm Thistle Akiyama. I just transferred here from Lobelia." She addressed the male teacher at the front of the class.

"Okay Thistle, please take the seat next to Mr Suoh." He said before Thistle nodded her head in response, walking down the row to sit next to Tamaki. She slid down into the seat before placing her book on the desk, ignoring the excited mutters of the students around her. Tamaki's cheeks had turned a light pink, compared to what they had been a few minutes before. Kyoya laughed slightly from the other side of Tamaki before smiling over to Thistle.

"Hello Akiyama-Chan." Kyoya said formally before looking back to the board connected to the wall at the front of the room.

"Hello Kyoya-Senpai." She replied, holding her head in her hands as she felt more alone than ever.

"I'm very sorry I didn't recognise you yesterday Thistle-Chan." Tamaki said, embarrassed as he saw Kyoya watching his every move.

"It's fine; I didn't expect you to recognise me." She started. "I've grown since Middle School."

"You don't realise how dumb I felt after realising who you were." Tamaki muttered before staring to the board and collapsing his chin onto the desk. Thistle leant back in her chair, her spine firmly pressed against the back of her chair. The object of the lesson was to start to write a beginning to a story of your own choice. Thistle had always loved to write and being a young writer immediately made her become associated with emo's and suicidal attempts, obviously her sister's suicide only added to the assumptions. She put pen to paper as she started to scribble sets of words on a piece of paper.

She hated they way he always sat with a smug smile on his face, she hated the way he knew he was so beautiful, she hated his smile, she hated the way she was in love with him even though he could never remember who she was and how she felt. This girl had always admired this boy from afar, watching him laughing with his friends and smiling down at the girls. Yet even though she yearned to speak to him, she couldn't because inside she had died.

I'm so emo, Thistle thought to herself as she re-read her work over and over. The teacher told the class calmly to stop writing and place their books away. Tamaki and Thistle did as he said almost immediately before rising from their seats in unison.

"Thistle, would you like to come to the host club again today?" Tamaki asked quickly, trying to blur his speech.

"I'm not fazed." Thistle replied emotionless as she walked over to the door, her bag slung over her arm. Tamaki ran after her slightly, trying to keep up.

"Please Thistle, I wish to make it up to you." Tamaki said, smiling gently as Kyoya walked behind him, smirking as Tamaki tried to warm Thistle up.

"You have nothing to make up for." Thistle replied blankly before sighing and walking off behind Kyoya, Tamaki following quickly behind. She suddenly realised they were walking towards music room three and it was impossible for her to get out of it now. Kyoya grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, Thistle automatically shying away from the room and the light, letting Tamaki go through after Kyoya.

"I thought you were coming." Tamaki asked curiously before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her in.

"Why is there a cross-dresser in the room?" Thistle asked suddenly, setting her eyes on Haruhi. The twins burst into laughter before pushing Haruhi backwards and out of the way.

"Where?" They asked in unison managing a forced laugh before Thistle walked behind them to the young girl looking defenceless on the sofa.

"You should tell her." Tamaki said solemnly. "Thistle never lets anything go unnoticed."

"I have to agree with Tamaki." Kyoya sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Thistle is very observant." He continued. Hikaru and Kaoru tilted their heads to the side before addressing the two second year boys.

"Why are you referring to the girl as a plant?" They both asked, laughing slightly.

"It's my name idiots." She said in her same solemn tone.

"You're like Mori-Senpai." The twins said in unison laughing slightly.

"I don't know what to think of that." Thistle said before continuing. "Now explain about the cross-dressing girl." Tamaki sighed before explaining, Thistle never taking her electric-blue eyes off Haruhi.

"So basically she owes you big time." Thistle said, summing the story up with her simple words.

"Yeah." Tamaki said, sighing slightly at her lack of enthusiasm. The two doors burst open and a small boy walked in.

"Tama-chan is that Thi-Chan?" Honey asked sweetly before looking to Tamaki nodding his head gently. Honey ran up to Thistle before wrapping his little arms around her legs.

"Thi-chan is just as beautiful as she was in middle-school." Honey said, smiling up to Thistle before turning to Mori. "Right Takashi." He said before Mori replied with a simple 'right.' Thistle smiled half-heartedly before Tamaki started to speak.

"Thistle please understand that the promise you just made is unbreakable."

"I know that." She said, rolling her eyes slightly as she went to sit on the far end of the sofa opposite the ornate door.

"King, is there any cosplay today?" The twins asked in unison, saluting him.

"No, I ran out of ideas." Tamaki said sadly as he ran a finger through his thick, blonde hair.

"How about tribal?" Thistle suggested from the side of the room. "For tomorrow, if you do tribal cosplay it will look good."

"I agree." Hikaru said before Kaoru nodded with him.

"Then we shall do tribal cosplay. We shall reveal out ivory skin to the world." Tamaki said excitement thick in his voice.

"I have no problem with that." Kyoya said blankly. "Good idea Thistle." He remarked before she smiled sweetly, before twirling her hair around her finger.