conversations with my... [nao]

[hibiki kira]

pale fingers pressed lightly against the set of double doors that remained the last earthly barrier between kira and the domain of the hostess club; however, he doubted the hostesses wanted him to interrupt their pleasant afternoon of flirting and catering to the whims of their male clientele. like a hesitant mouse, he let his arm drop back to his side with his fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of his newly acquired garment. the airy fabric weighed heavily upon his mind despite the lightness of the article and sudden bounce in his gait. fabric choice aside, the cut of the garment bothered the white haired teen more than he wanted to admit, for it displayed for more of his skin than he felt necessary. his shoulders shifted slightly as he exhaled and reached toward the door for a third time. the sensitive pads of his fingers brushed against the smooth, unblemished object, but he lacked the mental strength to add pressure and force the doors to break apart and allow him entrance to the realm of the hostesses. white teeth pressed against his bottom lip while he waited and waited for a sign. this sign might lead him to abandoning his self-appointed mission; however, he required guidance. confusion dominated his countenance even as the doors began to part underneath the light pressure of his fingers. instinctively, kira stepped back and let his hand drop down to his side and curl into a fist with the nails biting into the his palms.

silvery blue hued eyes stared at the chatting duo that exited the room and continued on their merry way down the hall, yet as he turned his attention back to the doors and room beyond, he still found himself incapable of stepping over the threshold and into the fantastical realm created by the hostesses for today’s festivities. kira forced himself to breathe. in and out, in and out, in and out. slowly, the tension in his body evaporated like the fleeting morning dew. with another fortifying breath, he began walking with one foot being placed in front of the other, and the monotony of the task helped calm the white haired youth’s nerves even as he crossed over the invisible line that separated ouran academy from the hostess club. within moments, the sounds of chatting voices, tea cups being lowered onto tiny china plates, and bursts of laughter bombarded the unsuspecting host's ears, and each new sound sent a bullet of noise into the rather spacious room and set kira closer and closer toward the invisible edge to the cliff inside his mind. sky blue tinted eyes searched frantically for his query even as he wrapped an arm around his own waist and attempted to relax. the atmosphere of the hostess club differed only minutely from the host club’s normal hustle and bustle, yet his mind seemed incapable of handling the transition from the peaceful serenity of the hallway to the lively activity in the room.

glimpses of bright green hair captured the young musician’s attention, and he nearly collapsed in relief at the sight of his dear friend. feeling lighthearted and confident, kira began the trek toward his friend who seemed to be on her own. perhaps her last clients were the chatting duo that left mere moments before he gathered his courage and stepped inside. his quick, rapid pace brought him to the hostess’s table within moments, and he hastily plopped into the seat directly across from her. a rush of air escaped him as his body relaxed slightly because he assumed that the rest of the hostesses would leave naoki alone to deal with his intrusion into their domain. silvery blue colored irises focused on the green haired female as he lifted his arms in a gesture meant to ensure that she took note of the outfit forced into his arms and onto his petite frame due to the liberal use of threats to release intimate knowledge of rather embarrassing incidents over the past three years. the wide sleeves shifted down as he propped his elbows up on the table between himself and his companion while clasping his hands together. moisture gathered in his eyes as his lower lip jutted out to form a pout; however, he remained silent and stationary. meanwhile, the rest of the room’s occupants continued to act like his appearance meant nothing. his subconscious mind praised the single-mindedness of the males attending ouran academy while also questioning the other hostesses’ motives, yet nothing proved more important than his current plight: finding a way out of the atrocious garment that he knew was originally designed for females.