Shatterful life (22)

I walked into my house, and was surprised by the bustle of activity. There were maids and cooks, and everything in-between everywhere.
It could only mean one thing: my parents had come for a visit.
I rushed to my room, and changed into a 'house dress'. When I walked into the formal room, I saw my father and mother for the first time in months.
"Nikyo, sit down." My father said gruffly, his eyes boring into mine.
I moved to his chair and bowed, before sitting down.
"I have heard that your studies are going well, and that your social standing has risen among your pupils. Do you wish to tell me more." He was being kind today, at least.
"I joined the Host Club, whose other members are Takashi Morinozuka, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Tamaki Suou, Kyoya Ootori, Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin and Haruhi Fujioka; father. I have an A+ average." I told him only information he already knew, hoping for him to be satisfied and leave.
"I have recieved a request for your hand by the Ootori family. Yoshio Ootori, the patriarch, wishes you to wed Kyoya Ootori. I would have agreed, but I have some qualms that I overheard on the way here. It is said that you have started a relationship with one of the Gyukoshis', is this true?" He eyed me, and I knew I was in no place to lie.
"Yes father, Pitaro Gyukoshi."
"I will talk to their fathers. We must come to an agreement. You are dismissed."
I bowed, and went to my room
*So... Kyoya's father has tried to arrange a marriage, but my relationship with Pita has stopped it...*
I changed, and then went to bed.
As I was about asleep, one thought escaped my mind, so powerful that I uttered it aloud.
"Do I want to marry Pita...?"
~Monday~
When I walked into the club room, I left straight away. I was flipping out my phone as I walked around the corner, before walking into a brick wall.
"Are you okay, Kyokyo-chan?" I heard Honey jump down from Mori's shoulders to help me up.
"Yeah, I'm okay; though walking into walls won't do me any good." I stood up and eyed Mori, then Honey. "You know something, don't you?"
Honey lost his sparkle, and even Mori seemed to show a flicker of emotion.
"Your father rang my household yesterday." Mori was the one who spoke, and I paid him my full attention.
"He wants us to chaperone you, to make sure you keep your... purity." Honey moved over to stand by Mori, and his face was serious.
"So, the others would have been warned too?" I asked, leaning against the wall.
"Yes. Kyoya rang me yesterday to inform me that all of the host club members' families were rung by your father." Honey's face saddened a little.
"Well, that's enough reason for me to text in sick." I repulled out my phone and started to write a basic message, saying that I was sick and couldn’t make it, when Mori stopped me.
He put his hand on my head. "He also put out offers of your hand, Nikyo; he said that when you'd finished fooling around with a thug, your hand will still be pure."
I put my head down to hide my face, and walked off. When I heard footsteps, I walked into the girls toilet.
*At least it's a stupid rich person toilet*
Each cubicle was about 3m squared, so there was a toilet, seat, basin, mirror, bin and table in each. I locked the door and climbed onto the table, pulling my knees up to my face.
My hands trembled as I pulled out my safe line; my phone.
I'm in the 3rd floor toilet near the host club, plz come n get me. I need 2 get out of here, now.
Send. There, I did it. I climbed down and washed my face. My eyes were still red five minutes later when Pita walked through the door and carried me out. When he walked past Mori and Honey with stone eyed stares, and when he put me into his car, I had turned my head into his shoulder to block out the light that just hurt my brain.
I felt him go to put me down on the seat beside me, and redecide when I didn't let go.
"What has you so upset, Solnyshko?" He murmured into my hair, gently smooting it down as the car drove on.
When I didn't answer, he surprised me. At first, all I could hear was a slight murmur and a vibration running through my forehead. Then, it became more distinct, words forming from the low tones of his voice.
"The snow falling down. While you sing a quiet lullaby, I catch a fleeting glimpse of your profile. I'm trapped in a small room, I love you while my spirit calls out to you. Words are needless, lost memories softened peacefully, but how strange... First there in that close place where I only just slept. Close beside you. The snow falling down. A soft lullaby. In the gentle night I bury my face in my hands. I don't want to know sorrowful experience, therefore let the singing stay as it is, as it is until this dawn."
I was silent until I felt him move his arm away from me and flex it; it was then that I realised that the car had stopped, and my arms were alseep.
"I'm sorry Pitaro-san, but my arms are asleep, so I can't move properly." I turned my head and blew on his neck, watching goosebumps appear.
"Now, I thought that we had gotten rid of the formalities." Pita moved me onto the seat beside him, and I winced as I got that stupid needle-like feeling through both arms.
"I guess I forgot." I grinned as I massaged my bicep, slowly getting feeling back into both of my arms. "So, where are we?"
When I tried to peer through the window, he covered my eyes with his hand. "No peeking, it's a surprise to cheer you up a little."
I licked the bottom of his hand and bolted out the side door. I had just enough time to see where I was before he blocked my view and laughed.
"You almost ruined the surprise!"