So, here is my first EVER entry for Zutara Week. I am so excited! The first theme is crossover, and, since I am currently OBSESSED with Ouran High School Host Club, I decided that this would be the perfect one! :D

...Ouran may or may not be one of the many reasons I haven't updated my other stories...

Well, I had a lot to do at work, too! :/

Anyways, enjoy this and the upcoming entries for Zutara week, and, if you aren't a Zutarian, well, enjoy it anyways!

3,

Nicky

PS--I don't own AtLA. Obviously, if i did, it would have been Zutara.

"Crossover"

Those with the wherewithal, first in social standing, and second in money, spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy. As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain the girls, who also have too much time on their hands. It is the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super rich.

The doors opened to Music Room #3 to reveal a scene pulled out of eastern folklore, with six beautiful young men dressed in extravagant robes, each extended their hands in welcome. They quickly changed their posture, however, when they saw that the person that had opened the door was not a guest, but Haruhi Fujioka, another host. Haruhi was the newest addition to the host club, forced into masquerading as a male host in order to obtain pay off the debt that she had incurred after breaking an 8 million yen vase.

"Oh, Haruhi, it's just you," chided two of the hosts, both first-year students, and both identical in appearance and voice. They each took a position on each side of her, each leaning an elbow on one of her shoulders. As both a commoner and a female, Haruhi had become the new favorite of the Hitachiin twins, who had taken to treating Haruhi as their own personal toy.

"Hey, Haruhi, what took so long? Kaoru was beside himself with worry; he was almost in tears!"

Hikaru's twin brother looked to his brother and moved away from Haruhi, his bottom lip quivering. "Hikaru, why do you have to tell everyone? It's embarrassing…"

Immediately, Hikaru was standing next to his brother, his hand cupping Kaoru's chin, and his mouth inches from the other boys'. "Oh, Kaoru, I only say these things because you are so cute when you are worried. But from now on, it should only be me that you worry about."

Kaoru blushed and looked away, whispering, "Hikaru…"

While Haruhi rolled her eyes, annoyed that she had been the springboard for their foolish display, the guests that were special fans of the twins began to squeal with delight for the "rare vision of forbidden brotherly love" that was the main selling point for the two hosts.

While the Hitachiin twins were still showing off for their guests, a handsome, blonde-haired host came up behind Haruhi, gently wrapped his arms around her, and whispered, "Don't worry, my daughter, I'll save you from these little devils."

Haruhi jumped and turned around, scared at the unexpected contact. "Tamaki-senpai! What are you doing?"

Tamaki Suoh, the self-proclaimed "king" of the host club, and its most-requested host, smiled in a way that could melt most hearts and rested his hands on Haruhi's shoulders, bringing his face down to her level. "I am saving you, of course. Why? Has it made you fall for me even faster?"

Haruhi looked away, annoyed by the second-year's arrogant display, and muttered, "Seems to me like you are just trying to cop a feel…"

Shocked and hurt by Haruhi's callous remark, Tamaki deflated, falling to his knees some yards away, and called out to his best friend, shouting, "Mother! Our daughter is being cruel again!"

A second-year and co-founder of the Host Club, Kyoya Ootori was an unlikely candidate for Tamaki's best friend, being the exuberant blonde's opposite in nearly every way. He adjusted his glasses, and sighed, ignoring Tamaki's newest habit of addressing himself as "father" and Kyoya as "mother", in reference to their roles in the small family that the Host Club had become.

"Perhaps you should return to your guests, Tamaki. And Haruhi? You are indeed late; I hope you realize that tardiness will in no way help to decrease your debt."

Haruhi recoiled at the cold way in which Kyoya reminded her of her duties, and muttered under her breath, "He really is the Shadow King…" Before she could dwell on it further, however, a small body launched itself into her stomach.

"Haruuuuuu-chaaaan!" shouted Mitsukuni Haninozuka, a third-year student who looked—and acted—as if he were still in elementary school. Known as "Honey" by his friends, Mitsukuni was much more than he appeared on the surface, but his love of sweets and cute things, especially his stuffed rabbit, Usa-chan, overpowered his need to act his age.

Currently, Honey was dressed in full costume, wearing a brilliant green kimono slashed with yellow and held together with a wide, studded leather belt, which clashed oddly with the rest of the ensemble. "Look, Haru-chan! I don't have to wear shoes today! Isn't that great----Owww!!" Honey began jumping around, holding his foot. "I stubbed my toe," he cried, tears already forming in his eyes.

"Mitsukuni." Honey looked up at hearing a deep voice speak his name, and tilted his head questioningly towards his best friend and fellow third-year, Takashi Morinozuka. Known as "Mori" to his friends, he was an imposing man of few words, but soft at heart. Today, he was dressed in robes of rich red, belted by a yellow sash, and had two dao swords strapped to his back.

Mori bent down to Honey's level and placed an ice pack on his toe, simply saying, "Be careful." Honey beamed at Mori, seemingly cured, and suddenly a new wave of guests were squealing and shouting wildly at the affection shown between the two boys. Haruhi still didn't understand what the appeal was between those two, but she had learned long ago that it was best not to ask questions.

Soon Haruhi found herself standing alone next to Kyoya, who was, as usual, bent over his notebook, scribbling something unknown to all but himself. "Um, Kyoya-senpai," she asked, "What is everyone dressed as today, that Honey-senpai is not wearing shoes?"

Kyoya adjusted his glasses and set down his pen, and answered, "Today, at the behest of one of our guests, we are dressed to mirror the legendary characters from the Avatar myth."

"Avatar myth?" Haruhi echoed, confused.

"Yes," Kyoya explained, "From the ancient legend of the Avatar and the Hundred Years War. No one is sure which country the myth originated from, but I am sure even commoners have heard the story."

"Oh, yes, I remember my father telling me a story about it when I was younger," replied Haruhi, ignoring the slight on her social status. "So, then, Honey-senpai must be the blind master of earth, and Mori-senpai is the Fire Prince." Looking at Tamaki's robes of orange and yellow, as well as the grand manner in which he was treating his guests, she went on further, "I will assume that Tamaki-senpai has taken the role of the Avatar. And Hikaru and Kaoru must be the two great siblings of the Water Tribe, wearing all that blue. Did the story ever say that they were twins?"

"Well, the story never said they weren't, did it?" Kyoya remarked, smiling in a way that seemed almost scary.

Haruhi looked at the red robes on the club's vice-president, and ventured, "Then, Kyoya-senpai, are you the, ah, evil prince?"

Kyoya only smiled again, adjusting his glasses so they glinted in the light. "Well, naturally."

The rest of their conversation was cut off by the appearance of a very pretty guest with wide, blue eyes and long brown hair pulled back into a braid, with long bangs hanging loose to frame her face. She smiled and spoke, quietly, saying, "Ootori-senpai, I would like to thank you for acquiescing to my request for today's theme. The Avatar legend is just so grand, isn't it? Although I think something is missing from Mori-senpai's piece. He is wonderful, but the Fire Prince needs something…more, I think."

"It is my pleasure, Katara-hime," replied Kyoya, who bowed and gently kissed her hand. "Anything to please our guests. I hope that Mori-senpai is still to your liking, even if it is an imperfect portrayal. I am sorry that we failed to meet your expectations for the Fire Prince."

Katara blushed, and shook her head. "Oh! Well, it's not that. I mean, I like all of the costumes. Why would I focus on the Fire Prince? Mori-senpai is very good. Yes, well, I must be going now, but thank you again."

Bowing her head slightly, the flustered girl turned rushed out the door, leaving behind a confused Haruhi.

"Kyoya-senpai," Haruhi asked, "Who was that? And why was she so upset about Mori-senpai?"

"Ahh, Haruhi, you didn't recognize her? She is in our class," Hikaru cut in, apparently finished with his guests for the day.

"Yes, she transferred her about a week ago. I think her father is the president of some smaller country somewhere in Europe, and he sent her here to be with her grandmother for the school year," added Kaoru.

Seemingly unfazed by the fact that she had completely overlooked one of her own classmates, Haruhi simply rolled her eyes, thinking, 'No wonder Kyoya-senpai was so nice to her. Her father is the leader of an entire country…'

Recovering, she remembered yet another strange thing about the strange princess named Katara. "Why was she so embarrassed about mentioning Mori-senpai's costume? It's not as if none of the other guests single out one host."

"Katara-chan is embarrassed because Takashi, as the Fire Prince, reminds her of her someone else, Haru-chan," interjected Honey, who had bounced over to their small gathering now that all the guests had gone. "Right, Mori?"

Takashi nodded, smiling faintly at Honey. Haruhi frowned, and so Honey decided to elaborate.

"Katara-chan's brother, Sokka, goes to our dojo, and he told us that he moved here after Katara-chan broke off an arranged marriage with a boy back in Europe. He didn't say why, but another boy from her school transferred into our class over a year ago, and whenever she comes to visit her brother, she looks at him almost the entire time! It's so cute!"

"Yeah," began the twins, "She spends more time in class 3-A than with ours!"

"But, what does that have to do with Mori-senpai, and the Avatar myth?" Haruhi ventured, still confused.

"Well," Kyoya explained, "This boy, Zuko-san, is quiet and imposing, just like Mori-senpai, and slightly resembles him. He is also said to be skilled in the dao swords, like the fire prince in the myth. Perhaps Katara-hime has seen a parallel between the three."

By this point, Tamaki had moved into the conversation, listening intently, and now he took charge of it, gesturing widely before announcing, "Right! Everyone, we have a new assignment! It's obvious that Katara-hime is in distress, and, as a guest of our club, it is our duty to comfort her! Hikaru! Kaoru!"

"Yes, Lord!" replied the twins, coming to attention in mockery of Tamaki's tone.

"Speak to Katara-hime's friends in your class, and gather all of the information that you can as to her habits and personality. Kyoya! Find out more about her life in Europe, and the arranged marriage."

Kyoya nodded in answer before pulling out his cell phone to make a call, while Hikaru and Kaoru headed out the door of the music room in pursuit of their duties.

"Mori-senpai! Honey-senpai! Find out more about this strange boy, Zuko!"

"Right!" shouted Honey, just as enthusiastically. It was unusual that Tamaki included him in the research assignments, and he bounced away with Mori in tow.

"Haruhi! It is your job to talk to Katara and get her side of the story!"

"Me?! Host Club is over. Can't I go home? I have to buy food for dinner."

"No! You must meet with Katara-hime, and then you can have some lovely womanly bonding time! It is time for you to realize you are a girl! You can talk over tea, sharing stories about your love lives while you bake cookies and braid each other's hair…"

"Uh-oh, looks like Lord is getting carried away again," announced Hikaru and Kaoru, who had somehow reappeared behind Haruhi.

"I thought you two were on assignment," Haruhi stated, perplexed at the behavior of Tamaki and the twins.

"We were, but you see…," began Kaoru.

"…Everyone already went home for the day," finished Hikaru, grinning.

While Tamaki was still announcing to himself about the womanly activities that Haruhi should be involved in, Kyoya had somehow gathered all of the hosts around him. Apparently everyone had realized that Tamaki's directions weren't very well-thought out. "Well, I have the information on Katara-hime."

At that, Tamaki stopped his daydream and popped into their small circle, suddenly at attention. Of course, Haruhi knew that Kyoya had probably known this information since the beginning, and had divulged it only to distract Tamaki from his ramblings. Sometimes Kyoya-senpai was so calculating, it was scary.

"Katara-hime was engaged to the son of the leader of a very powerful religious movement in her father's country, but it was rumored that she was secretly dating the prince of a rival country instead. When the rumors began circulating about one year ago, the prince, named Zuko, had an incident in his home, in which he received a rather terrible scar across his face. After that, he left Europe to come to Japan with his uncle, and enrolled here. Two weeks ago, Katara's fiancée broke things off with her, citing a new love for one of his younger classmates. Reportedly out of grief, Katara moved in with her grandmother, the incident with the prince long forgotten."

"Ah! I see! But, in actuality, Katara-hime is in love with Zuko-senpai, and has moved to Japan to pursue him after her fiancée graciously let her go, only to be hindered by their tortured past and quarreling families! It is a love story of epic proportions! A tale of forbidden romance amongst rivals; of two suffering young souls drowning in the depths of hopelessness! We must right this wrong, and bring these precious children into the light!"

"Um, Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi interjected, "We can't be sure that this is truly the case…"

"It's ok, Haru-chan! It will be fun! Zuko-san is always so serious; it will be good to see him smile! And Tama-chan is probably right," Honey exclaimed, beaming.

"Yes," added Mori, nodding in agreement. Hikaru and Kaoru added their approval, if only because the situation was sure to have an interesting outcome regardless of success or failure. Kyoya simply smiled, and Haruhi wondered just what the advantage would be for him if they were to succeed.

As they began to plan their mode of attack, Haruhi gave up trying to get out of it. After all, it would be nice to help Katara-hime to be happier. Tamaki-senpai was usually right about these things, anyways. For someone who was very dense about his own issues, he was surprisingly insightful into the problems of others.

Two days later, despite the fact that it was simply a meeting day for the Host Club, one single guest was sitting on a couch in Music Room #3. This guest, however, was different from the others. For one, he was male. He was also there against his will.

"Just what is going on here?" Zuko demanded, alternating between glaring at everyone present and eying the door, as if considering his chances at a quick getaway. However, since he had just been forcibly dragged to the meeting by Mori and Honey, he figured that they would not let him leave very easily, and finally resigned to glowering full time. Unfortunately, the members of the Host Club seemed impervious to even his most irritated look.

In fact, they hardly seemed to notice his frustration at all, and were conferring amongst themselves a few yards away, every once and a while shooting glances his way. Zuko's patience allowed him to put up with this behavior for about two minutes before he finally exploded, which was rather impressive, considering his notorious temper.

"Takashi-san, Mitsukuni-san, what the hell is going on?! You dragged me here as soon as class was over with no explanation, and I want to know why! If you're just going to sit over there in your meeting or whatever, I'm going to get out of here! You're all crazy!"

With that, Zuko turned to the door, only to be stopped by Mori. Sighing in defeat, he turned back to face the host club, who had somehow gracefully arranged themselves around a tiny couch in the short amount of time that it had taken for him to turn around.

"Wait," Zuko said, thoughtfully. "You are Suoh-san, the superintendent's son. And you're Ootori-san; your father owns a huge chain of medical centers, among other things, doesn't it? And you two must be the Hitachiin brothers; my uncle raves about your mother's fashion work. I'm afraid I don't recognize you," he added, nodding to Haruhi, "But this is obviously that host club that everyone talks about, and so you must be Fujioka Haruhi, the scholarship student. What do you want with me?"

Tamaki smiled and took Zuko's hand, much to his discomfort. "Yes, Zuko-senpai," he explained, "This is indeed the illustrious Host Club. Here we beautiful boys, with too much time on our hands, entertain equally beautiful young women, who also have too much time on their hands. It is our duty to provide for the pleasure and happiness of these young girls of Ouran, as both gentlemen and hosts."

Zuko frowned and pulled his hand away from Tamaki, who simply moved back towards his friends, still smiling politely. "Ok," Zuko replied, "I get the whole 'host club' thing, but what does this have to do with me? I really need to get home."

"He sounds like Haruhi," Hikaru muttered, only partially joking.

"Yeah. Just what we need…a reluctant hero to go with our lazybones heroine," added Kaoru.

Zuko opened his mouth to say something, but Kyoya beat him to it. "Zuko-senpai," he began, "We have a special event coming up in which we will need all of the help we can get, and Honey-senpai specifically recommended you. So, in short, we would like to offer you a position as a host here with our club, if only to help us out the few times of year that we require it. You certainly have the looks for it, and your personality seems to have created a small sensation among the girls here that are attracted to the mysterious loner type. In fact, your scar only adds to this, making you seem even more mysterious."

At the mention of his scar, Zuko frowned and touched his face, grimacing slightly. However, his expression soon turned to astonishment once he realized what Kyoya had said. Who in their right mind would ever ask him as a host? Zuko knew his faults; he was grumpy, quick-tempered, and awkward around girls, not to mention his rather obvious facial flaw. But now Kyoya claimed that he had a small following of girls that were attracted to him just because of his failings? It made no sense. But then, he'd always said that girls were crazy.

Grasping for words that could properly express his disbelief, Zuko settled for a gasping, "What?!" Honey simply smiled in reply before bounding over to the taller boy and grabbing his arm, effectively pulling him down to his level.

"Zu-chan, you should have noticed all those girls that stare at you all day! They are too afraid to say something, but they really like you! Right, Mori?"

Mori smiled slightly and replied with a short, "Mmm-hmm" in agreement. Zuko looked at him, gaping, and then looked away, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. He took a deep breath and collected himself before turning once more to the host club members, his features calm once more, although undercurrents of tension still showed in his fierce amber eyes.

"I appreciate the offer, even if I don't understand it, but I am going to have to refuse. After all, I do have to get home after school. Besides, I have no time for entertaining frivolous girls with foolish romantic inclinations. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be going." With that, Zuko turned to leave, only to be stopped by Kyoya's voice.

"I'm sorry, Zuko-senpai, but you might wish to reconsider. After all, it would be terrible if the school were to find out just what it is that makes it so pressing for you to go home. I do believe that Haruhi is familiar with the fact that it is not permissible for students to serve in part-time jobs during the school year?"

Suddenly Zuko straightened, stopping dead in his tracks.

"Ah, yes," Tamaki added, his voice suddenly taking a slightly intimidating quality. "While I do enjoy instant coffee over tea these days, I can understand why one would spend their days quietly working in a tea shop, just as commoners do. It is unfortunate that it is not allowed."

"Yeah, I'll bet those girls would be sad to see you expelled," inserted the twins, smiling wickedly.

"So, what do you say, Zu-chan? Want to join our group? We can eat lots of cake together!"

Zuko glared at the boys around him, noticing that only Mori and the boy that they'd called Haruhi were silent, the one by nature, and the other seemingly taken aback by the audacity of his fellow club members. None of them seemed to notice the fury in his features, however, and he soon realized the futility of his situation. The host club might not know it, but Zuko had essentially zero influence with his father, despite his position as heir. In fact, even that position was in danger of being lost to his younger sister. Going up against these families would only enrage his father, and cause him to lose the last of his tenuous claim to royalty. It was already well known that his father was a cruel ruler, and his sister's succession would only worsen the tyranny within his country. He was his nation's last hope for justice; it would be foolish to sacrifice that simply because he refused to assist in some silly club's activities a few times a year.

"Fine. But only on a temporary basis," he acquiesced, still grimacing at the thought of joining such a flamboyant group. Then, with some trepidation, he ventured, "But…what exactly do I do?"

The next day, the host club was in full session, boasting the debut of its new host. Still reluctant to be there, Zuko spent as much time as possible away from the crowd, finding a kindred spirit in Haruhi. Together they avoided the spotlight, although Haruhi managed to steer them towards a clear view of Mori and Honey, hoping Katara would hold to her usual schedule.

Sure enough, Katara appeared, mostly observing from a distance, although she did spend some time speaking with Tamaki. By the time that she finally walked over to Mori, smiling in greeting, Zuko's face had gained a stormy countenance. He grumbled something that Haruhi could not hear and turned on his heel towards Tamaki, his face set in determination. When Haruhi next saw him, he was surrounded by guests, his abrupt demeanor and poor conversation skills not seeming to deter them from enjoying his presence. Although it seemed like he really was trying to entertain them; he was smiling slightly, and his movements slightly mimicked those of Tamaki. Unfortunately, the harder he tried, the sillier the poor boy looked, until the guests were giggling with glee over his awkwardness, despite his "cool and mysterious" look.

It wasn't long before Katara looked over and spotted Zuko. She frowned, and began giggling loudly, as though Mori had just told a very funny joke. Naturally, Zuko turned around, just to see her smiling and laughing with Honey and Mori (although Mori wasn't really doing much other than staring politely). In turn, Zuko mimicked Tamaki's favorite move, and took one of his guests' chins in his hand, maneuvering himself to be looking up at her slightly, causing the girl to squeal with glee.

What progressed from there can only be described as a jealous battle of affections. With each turn, Katara and Zuko grew more and more ridiculous in their advances. Finally, Katara moved to Mori's lap, causing Zuko to leap from his seat and cross the room over to her in a single bound.

"Katara! What do you think you are doing, hanging all over some man you barely know! You're engaged, and besides, it's improper! Get off him this instant!"

Katara leapt to her feet, her face mirroring the anger in Zuko's. "Well, I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I am a single, free woman now, and I can hang over whoever I want!"

"Why you little---wait, what?" Zuko replied, his anger turning to confusion once he realized what Katara had said.

"That's right, you big jerk," Katara replied, the tears in her eyes detracting from her attempt to remain angry, "I left Aang FOR YOU. I came to this stupid school FOR YOU. And you can't even have the decency to say hello?! You just ignore me the entire time, even when I'm in your own classroom! I hate you!" By the end of her tirade, Katara had quieted down, her anger giving way to tearful frustration.

Zuko was left speechless for a moment before he wrapped his arms around Katara, his own eyes becoming watery. "Oh, Katara, I did it for you. You have to understand. All of it was for you. And after that day…when my father…I didn't think I was good enough for you anymore. I'm not, not really. I love you, Katara, but you deserve more than anything that I could hope to offer you."

Katara looked up at Zuko, frowning more fiercely than before, which startled Zuko into releasing her. "You were never not good enough," she whispered with such conviction that it had the same effect as a shout. "I-I love you too, Zuko. And that is all I need. I don't care what are families say about it; you never give up, Zuko. So don't start now. Please."

It was the please that broke Zuko, and he took Katara in his arms and kissed her, forgetting all of the guests and hosts that were watching their display. When they finally broke apart, and they became aware of their surroundings much more, every guest was squealing with glee at the forbidden romance that had unfolded before their eyes.

Tamaki approached them, smiling, and said, "I think that your services are no longer needed as a host, Zuko-senpai."

"I happen to know some people in your respective countries, as well as your uncle," added Kyoya. "I believe that I can arrange for things to improve for the both of you, granted you are willing to work for it. You may have to depose your father, but then, I think that's for the best, don't you?"

Zuko moved his mouth, but the words stuck in his throat; he couldn't believe at how fast his luck had turned around in such a short period of time. Instead, Katara answered for him.

"Yes, oh, yes. Oh, thank you so much, Ootori-senpai, Suoh-senpai. And thank you, Mori-senpai, for putting up with my foolishness. Oh, thank you!"

The next week Zuko and Katara left to return to her father's country, where they would begin their efforts to topple Zuko's father and reinstate Zuko as the irrefutable heir. Standing, for the last time, in music room #3, the two of them said their goodbyes to the host club that had brought them together, and, when they finally turned to leave, Zuko took Katara's hand, leading her out the door into a future, together.

Once they left, Haruhi turned to Kyoya, and asked, "Kyoya-senpai, did you know all of this would happen?"

Kyoya smiled in reply and adjusted his glasses. "Well, if they succeed, we will have helped secure the throne for the leader of a very wealthy country, and one who is in our debt. And I have a strong suspicion that they will not fail."

Tamaki immediately began scolding Kyoya, raving about the purity of love that they had restored, and affirming that love would secure their future, and that the nothing mattered alongside the romance that they had restored. Haruhi just sighed. Some things never changed.

That's all for today, folks...tune in tomorrow for Blood!! wow, that sounds so wrong...