So, you guys remember when I said that I probably won't ever be touching this fandom again?

Well guess what...

I LIED! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

...Anyway, I was talking with a friend, and, for some reason, when he/she/it said the word "Hashbrown", I thought of using this idea.

No sense, right?

But, It's really just a test to see if it'll work out good or not. Oh yeah, just to clear up now, all of the chapters will be in third person!

So, without anything else, let's get this started! ONWARD!

A is for Amazing

September 25, 2015

Miu sighed, trembling a bit in place, with her suitcase held at her side.

It was snowing lightly, as she looked up, taking in the interesting yet modern house in front of her, before trying and failing to gulp down her fear.

In her head, she was still trying to process how everything had happened.

She inwardly scoffed at her luck, how the hell did she get to the doorsteps of the Ootori household!?

She slowly got closer to the door, as if it was threatening her, before reaching out for the door bell. She winced, jumping back when it went off, before looking up at the door. She was hoping that she'd go unnoticed, when the door opened.

Miu whimpered on the inside, backing up a bit when she found out that this person was NOT Kyoya.

He looked older, wearing a suit and tie, and yet, he had that same Kyoya-like glare on his face, "...Can I help you?" He asked coldly.

"I...Umm...W-w-well..." Miu stuttered out. With every passing second, his glare got colder, just like the snow. She wasn't sure how much longer it would be until this guy smalled the door in her face, when someone pulled him a way, a lady, to be exact, "Yuichi, cut it out and let the poor dear in!" She said, before smiling down on Miu, "Hello there! What's your name?"

"M-Miu Fuyuhiko." Miu said, holding out her hand.

"I'm Fuyumi." She said, smiling. But, instead of shaking her hand, she pulled Miu inside, closing the door behind her, "So, why are you here?"

Miu cleared her throat, ready to explain, when another voice cut in, "She's here for a sleepover, Fuyumi. No more then a simple 'hang out'." Miu sighed, thankful that there was one voice she recognized.

Fuyumi smiled, leaving Miu to look around the lobby area, before walking up to her brother, "Oh? Since when did you bring girls home, Kyoya?"

Kyoya smirked, "Since when did you care? Besides, you're the one who wants me to be more social; this is a good first step."

Miu still wasn't listening, as she continued to map the house out in her mind. The lobby was huge, nice dark lavander walls, with two stairways in the back of the house. The area semed so modern, and yet, it could easily be a maze for Miu.

Kyoya sighed, "Come on, Miu; I'll help you unload your belongings."

Miu snapped out of it, slowly following Kyoya up the stairs, "O-okay." She whispred, following him down multiple hallways, before finally getting into his room.

"Excuse me." Kyoya muttered, closing and locking the door behind Miu, before he turned back around, a small smile on his face, "I'm glad you could make it over, my dear."

Miu squeaked, as two arms wrapped around her mid section. It had only been three days since the party, only three days of her and her first "boyfriend". Safe to say that Miu wasn't use to the whole love thing, "I'm l-lucky t-that father h-h-had t-to leave for buisness." She admitted.

She could have sworn that his grip got a bit to tight for a bit, before he let go, "I really don't like your father," Kyoya muttered, having remembered when Miu spilled about what happened at home, before shaking his head, "Let's unpack your stuff."

Miu nodded, opening the suitcase, before looking it all over.

Kyoya had invited her to stay over for the whole weekend, and, because it was a friday, that ment that she'd be in the house for three days.

Miu inwardly cringed at the thought. Not that she didn't want to be around Kyoya, but the rest of his family simply scared her. Not Fuyumi though, she seemed to be the only one who seemed nice and friendly.

"Are you alright?" Kyoya asked for the third time, a bit annoyed that Miu seemed to freeze in shock, before taking her by her shoulders, "Miu, snap out of it!"

Miu shook her head, frowning in a kicked-puppy sort of way, "I'm f-fine." She muttered, before going back to her stuff, "Now then, I'll start with my things now." She muttered.

For a few moments, the couple (That's right, I said it) stayed in silence, Miu finishing up, before she sighed, "Kyoya, I have a question for you."

Kyoya, a bit taken aback, nodded, "Of course; go ahead."

"How do you think your family will feel about me?" Miu asked, the inner fears bubbling up once again, "I mean, what if they don't like me?"

Kyoya sighed, before wrapping his arms around Miu's skinny waist, "Idiot," He muttered softly, to signal that he was only playing around with his words, before sitting down on his couch, taking Miu down with him, "You're freaking out for no reason. You're a lovable, kind, sweet person; I'm sure you'll be fine."

Miu gulped, trying to believe him, as she felt her heartbeat go back down, "If you say so." Miu whispered.

Kyoya sighd, looking for something else for Miu to think about, "Did you know that we were planning on having the lobby area remade?"

Miu's head seemed to perk up a bit, "Oh, really?"

"Yes," Kyoya continued, happy that she was calming down. In truth, he knew that Miu was an easily nervous person. Her shyness was adorable, but, when she got anxious, he knew that it had to stop, "Father was thinking for something with a more garden-like feel; part of the reason that he allowed me to invite you over."

But, Kyoya's move was a bad one, when he felt Miu stiffen up, "...Oh." She whispered out, seeming to try and bury herself into Kyoya's chest.

Kyoya sighed, "Please don't act like that," He chilled, coaxing Miu to sit down next to him, "I know of your artistic skills, I thought that this could be a way to get a good relationship with my father."

Miu nodded, her emerald eyes wide with fear, before she shook herself out of it, "How did you know that I draw a bit?"

"I've seen your notebooks," Kyoya muttered, caught off guard, but happy that she was focused on something else, "And, I must say, you are quite an artists."

They talked a bit more, the sun slowly going down with each passing second, when a knock came to the door. Slightly irritated, Kyoya got up, unlocking the door and opening it to reveal another brother. Unlike the other older one, he had brown hair instead of black, and a much more stern expression when Kyoya opened the door, "Can I help you, Akito?" Kyoya asked.

"I'm mearly here to tell you that dinner is ready." Akito said, casting a glare over to the now cowering Miu, "Oh, little brother; did you bring home a play thing?" Akito teased, turning around before Kyoya could explode, "I hope that she isn't a girlfriend, she looks like a mistake."

Akito then left, not caring for the small tears that had formed in the corners of Miu's eyes. "Ignore him," Kyoya muttered, wipping her tears away, "He just doesn't like that I have someone while he's forever alone."

Miu nodded, before shaking her head, "I now know that at best, one of your family members don't like me."

"I don't give a damn for whatever they think," Kyoya cut in, "I love you too much to care." He then sighed, before picking Miu up, causing another squeak to leave her mouth, "Now, we should go to dinner; or, would you rather us stay here, alone?"

Miu shook her head, "L-l-let's go." She said. Kyoya sighed, as if he was disappointed, before nodding. He lead Miu to the dinning room silently, the light of the dinning room lighting up the dark hallway.

Miu breathed out, before forcing herself to walk in. The wooden table sat upon a purple rectangle rug with a gold outline, which was flat against the wood floor.

At the head of the table, Yoshio Ootori sat, the two brothers on his right, while Fuyumi seemed to have dissappered. Mr. Ootori got up, his eyes hidded by the glare of his glasses, "Welcome, Miu Fuyuhiko." He said, as Kyoya sat on his father's left, Miu sitting down next to him, "I've heard great things about you."

Miu jumped up a bit, suprised that Mr. Ootori spoke of her, before a small shy smile corssed her face, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Yuichi nodded, "She has manners; good catch, little brother."

Miu noticed Kyoya's hand curl into a fist, before Mr. Ootori cut in, Yuichi, silence."

Yuichi nodded, right as dinner was served. Mr. Ootori cleared his throat again, looking over the pasta, pushing his extra pasta sauce around, before going back to Miu, oblivious of her growing anxiety, "So, I've heard that you enjoy drawing, along with other thing."

Miu gulped, "Yes sir."

"I'd like for you to design some of the house, make it have a more natural feel," Mr. Ootori said, "But, I'd like to know what your capable of."

Miu flinched slightly, knowing that Mr. Ootori was just trying to say, "I want to know if you are of any use to me before I decide on taking you in or tossing you" in a polite way, before nodding again, "Yes sir, what would you like me to do?"

Mr. Ootori sighed, resting his head on his intertwined fingers, "Well, do you have any pieces right now? A sample?"

Miu inwardly cursed, having not brought anything to draw with or on, "No, I d-don't."

Akito sighed, faking a look of empathy, "A shame; I'd hate to have known that you've come all this way for nothing. You did know that this is the main reason you're here; yes?"

Miu gulped, seeing that evil Aiko-like look in the middle brother's eyes, before something in her head clicked. she looked at the walls, noticing that every one was the same, white and blank.

Perfect.

"If I may," Miu asked, feeling her anxiety washing away, as she stood up, the pasta sauce giving her an idea, "I'd like to do a live demonstration, if that's okay."

Mr. Ootori nodded, "Yes, of course." He said, his face still a void of emotion, till he snapped his fingers. A servant appered in the hallway, holding a paint brush and the primary colors on a wooden palete. It was handed to Miu, before the servant bowed, disappering just as fast as he had appered, "As you were probably thinking, yes, you may use this white wall." Mr. Ootori said, his eyes flashing with light irritation, "But, if you make any mistakes, I'll be sure to return the favor."

Miu gulped, looking at the wall, before looking back, about to back out. But then, her eyes connected with Kyoya's. As emotionless as Kyoya looked, Miu could see the love and caring in his eyes.

Miu could feel her anxiety fading, as her hold tightened on the brush. In a way, the paint seemed to grow on the wall, as Miu's mindwondered, never staying on a particular thought, when the light sound of wind tapping the windows pulled her out of it.

Miu looked up, half shocked and half pleased of what was on the wall. It was as if her garden had managed to duplicate itself onto the wall, the marble seat under the main tree, the flowers each detailed as if Miu had gone over each on multiple times.

Miu turned around, a shy smile on her face, "Is this pleasing enough?"

Mr. Ootori sighed, as he got up, "Miu, this is far from pleasing..."

Miu could feel her eyes fall, anxiety creeping back in, "Oh..."

"It's amazing."

Miu looked back up, "...Oh?"

"It truely is a pure work of art," Mr. Ootori went on, as emotionless as Kyoya, "I mean, the detail makes it hard for me the beileve that this is mearly a sketch, and the worksmanship is over the top, Miu; consider yourself hired."

Miu bowed, "T-thank you, sir!"

Mr. Ootori laughed lightly, sitting back down, "Just Yoshio is fine, my dear." He said simply; at the words, Miu could have sworn that Akito's eyes get three times bigger, "Now, let's beging dinner."

"You really are amazing."

Miu turned around, dinner having ended five minutes prior, "Well, if you thought that the sketch really was that good-."

Kyoya shook his head, closing the door to his room, "No, not that; I already knew that you're talent in art was just as good as your flute." Kyoya said, before sitting down on the couch, patting the seat next to him, "I mean that the fact that you got my father to open up to you is beyond me; he even gave you permission to use his first name!"

Miu smiled, "Well, maybe I am amazing," Miu said, sitting down next to him, "I mean, I did get you; didn't I?"

Kyoya laughed, before pulling Miu close, inhaling her hair's strawberry smell, "True," he muttered, "But, in return, I also got quite a good catch."

Miu sighed happily, leaning closer, "Yes, yes you did." She said, before yawning, "And now, I intend to spend the night with that oh-so-special person of mine."

Kyoya's look took on a sort of suggestive glance, before he picked her up, causing her to gasp a bit loud, "Remember, you wanted this."

"Kyoya! This isn't what I ment!" Miu said, before yelping, as Kyoya (more or less) threw her onto the bed.

Kyoya laughed, before climbing in next to her, only to have her duck under the covers. He shook his head, no doubt about it; she was embarassed, "Oh, come on, Miu, I was only joking around."

A muffled "Not funny" was heard, before Kyoya sighed, trying to pull down the blanket, "Come on, where did my Miu go?" Kyoya asked, "You know, you really shoud eat more, I can't tell you apart from my bed."

Miu's head popped up, a shy yet somewhat irritated look on her face, "That wasn't funny." Miu muttered, "For a second, I thought you really were gonna do it."

Kyoya laughed softly, kissing her cheek lightly, "We won't go farther then a make-out session, I promise." Kyoya said softly, dimming the lights, before crashing his lips into Miu's.

A soft gasp left her mouth, before a low moan left her, Kyoya slowly getting on top of the very submissive girl. He pushed back a bit, taking in Miu's messy sprawled-out hair and half open eyes, before smiling again, "You truely are an amazing person," He said, taking his glasses off with a smirk, before leaning back down, "The best part? You're all mine."

They spent a good half an hour making out, before the couple called it a day, finally going to bed in each others arms.

Now, if only they remembered to lock the door...

On the other side, a teenage maid stood, stuffing paper towel over her nose, as she shamefully watched the two making out. She quickly closed the door, wipping up the rest of the blood, before walking away, pretending that she'd never seen what she'd seen.

...Well that happened..

So, you guys tell me. Should I go on, I mean, I do have it all planned out; or, should I drop it all? I really don't know if this is a good idea or not, so please you guys, help me out here. I had thought about having a lot of one-shot-ideas, and this seems to be a good way to use them!

The next actual story will be either the Slenderman/Creepypasta fic, or the Black butler one. Again, please guys, tell me what you want!

That's it for now, so, until the next chapter; bye~