A/N: So far I've been getting a lot of good reviews which is wonderful! It really has been motivating me to write more, but I haven't really had as much time as I would've liked.
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Walking home from school was no different from any other day. Allyn kept her head down and made sure to avoid any suspicious looking people so she could just get home and grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to work. Thoughts of the Host Club swam through her mind with each long stride she took. The way they laughed and joked like they were the happiest people in the world. Each one of them was doing their own thing, but somehow they all connected and even though Kyouya was sitting a few tables away, tutoring Allyn, she could tell he had a special bond with each of them. A ghost of a smile would ease its way through the mask he put on when something silly was going on behind him. It was almost as if he didn't realize how much they affected him, but Allyn could tell. And she would give anything to be part of something that magical.
But I'm not, so I need to just suck it up and get over it, Allyn thought, heaving a big sigh and slouching her shoulders a little more. Tiny cars raced past her while she made her way home through the swarms of people. Allyn's torso soared above most of the people around her, something she was very used to. Something she was not used to were the deep rumbles erupting from her stomach. Her choice to neglect lunch that day was finally kicking in. Thankfully, it was a noisy street so nobody in her immediate vicinity could hear it.
That's the last time I try starving myself for some boy. Allyn had seen girls around her fall victim to anorexia, so she was no stranger to it's side effects. Her parents always stressed how important it was to eat healthy and excercise at a healthy pace, so Allyn's brief bout of starvation was rather embarrassing. That familiar throbbing in her head returned when she started thinking of the way she ate while she was at the orphanage. Nobody cared what or how little any of the children ate, so many of the kids there were very skinny and malnutritioned. Allyn was adopted at age four, so her parents had a slight struggle when teaching her to eat until she was absolutely full instead of taking one bite and leaving the table.
Allyn remembered many visits to a child psychiatrist, but nobody ever told her if her poor eating habits were from some kind of mental problem or if she was just poorly educated on the subject, so she chose to ignore those memories most of the time. Every once in a while, though, those memories would creep back up on her. The smell of leather flooded her nostrils when she sat in the large recliner, her small frame practically disappearing in it's cushions. The psychiatrist always looked at her with the same sad blue eyes. After each meeting, the adults would huddle together and speak in hushed tones, occasionally casting a pitying look at Allyn. The meetings finally stopped when Allyn turned six, but her parents went to a lot of work to get her to eat they way a growing girl should.
They would be so disappointed in me for acting that way. Allyn opened the door to an empty apartment as usual, but today something was a little different. A pale lavender envelope was crushed under her ballet flat clad foot. The mail man didn't come until 3:30, so it must have been delivered that day. Picking it up, Allyn was surprised at the elegence of it. I don't usually get mail, she thought, curiously as she slid a kitchen knife across the top of the letter.
Dear Allyn,
We've noticed that you've recently been assigned a tutor. While this information alone is nothing for us to be concerned with, we are very concerned with who you've been assigned as a tutor. Kyouya Ootori.
He has been the object of our love for many years now and we strongly suggest that you back off. You are nothing but a fat, lazy, black commoner and you do not deserve one second of his attention, let alone one hour. If you do not go to Headmaster Suoh's office first thing tommorow morning, we assure you this will not be the last letter you recieve. If you still neglect to follow our orders, we may have to pay you a little visit.
Signed- The Kyouya Ootori Official Fan Club.
Allyn's deep brown eyes were growing steadily wider as she read and reread the letter. Is this some kind of threat?
Are they threatening me because Kyouya decided to become a tutor. Isn't that something they should be talking to him about?
Filled with a newfound rage, Allyn shoved the letter into a vacant drawer and stalked over to her small refrigerator, looking for a snack before she had to go to work. What kind of psychos would start a whole club just because they think some guy is cute? Allyn yanked on her work uniform in between bites of celery and peanut butter, fuming over the kind of crazy girls that lived in Japan.Wouldn't it make more sense for them to just ask him out or something so they could have him all to themselves? Her life seemed like something straight out of the silly mangas she and her friends used to read.
I didn't know this kind of stuff was real.
A quiet buzzing from her phone interupted Allyn's thoughts. "Hello?"
"I'm calling to inform you of the new estate you'll be working at for the next couple of weeks." It was her boss, Naka.
"Yes?" Allyn waited on the other line with baited breath. Please don't be someone from Ouran. Please don't be someone from Ouran.
"Are you familiar with the Ootori family?"
Allyn's stomach flip flopped around inside of her. "Yes, ma'am."
"You will be working there temporarily as the youngest son's personal maid for as long as he sees fit. The last maid he had neglected to fold his clothes correctly and was fired after a few days, so I suggest you work on that first." Naka's elderly voice was a strict as ever, striking fear into Allyn's heart. There was no way she could defy her, but the thought of working for someone her own age was sickening.
"Yes ma'am, I will. Will today be my last day at the Nagasumi estate?"
"Yes, that is correct. You will start at the Ootori estate right after your classes tomorrow. Have a nice evening."
Allyn hung up the phone and flopped onto her bed. Could my day get any worse?
Kyouya walked into English the next morning with a new found confidence. Today was the day. He would convince Allyn to stay after tutoring for a while and have tea and cake with the other hosts and himself. When she finished her tea he would escort her to the kitchen politley and make his move. There was no way she would be able to resist such a flawless plan.
Though, I should probably take it a bit more slowly than I did with Haruhi.
Tamaki walked in with Kyouya and was immediately bombarded by girls. "Calm down, calm down," He laughed. "We have to get to our seats."
Soft morning light streamed through the open windows, casting a spotlight on a familiar face.
Allyn? Kyouya looked incredulously at the sleepy eyed girl resting her head on a desk in the far right corner of the room. She was just as beautiful as yesterday if not more so. How long has she been in my english class?
Tamaki seemed to be thinking the same thing as he stopped flirting with the girls and cast his gaze in Allyn's direction. His violet eyes grew wide and a grin spread across his face. "Allyn! How long have you been in our class?"
Allyn jerked her head off of her desk only to meet the eyes of several dozen students looking at her. They were all very surprised, which was pretty reasonable considering what great lenghts Allyn had gone to to remain unnoticed all year. To think that all her hard work went to waste because of a tutoring session made her want to crawl under a rock. But she didn't. Instead, she gave a meek wave in Kyouya and Tamaki's general direction before opening a textbook and burying her nose in it.
Tamaki took that as an invitaion to come sit next to her. "You must have a wonderful grade in this class, since you're from America and all. Can you say something to me in English? Can you tell me what my name would be in English? The name I chose for this class was Timothy bcause it sounds kind of close to Tamaki. I heard that Timothy can sometimes be shortened to just 'Tim' in America. What is that called? You know, when they shorten your name to something else? Was it 'nock numes'? Or 'Neck flames? Or-"
"Nick names. They're called nick names and they are given to you by your close friends or family," Allyn's voice was barely above a whisper. She toyed nervously with the end of her braid and still neglected to look either boy in the eye as she spoke, but her tone wasn't that of annoyance. She sounded more frightened than anything else.
But what could she possibly have to be afraid of? Kyouya sat in the desk next to hers, his chin resting in his hand. It couldn't be us...could it? Kyouya watched in bemused curiousity as Tamaki flooded her with questions. He really could make friends with anybody if he tried. Allyn's subtle attempts at ending the conversation were wasted on that blissfully idiotic blond. She kept her wide eyed gaze on the window and dogded each of Tamaki's attempts at cuddling with her they way he does with Haruhi. Allyn didn't flinch they way Haruhi used to, but she definitely wasn't going to let Tamaki touch her any time soon. Kyouya gazed on curiously, ignoring the lesson going on in the front of the class.
No. Fear would be impossible, Tamaki wouldn't hurt a fly. Justto prove just how silly it was to think Allyn was fearful of Tamaki and himself, Kyouya reached out and brushed a few stray hairs behind her ear. Her hair was suprisingly soft given the tightly curled texture. Kyouya's hand lingered for a few more moments than necessary, his fingertips following the direction her hair went until he reached the thick braid resting on her shoulder. Fly away curls poked out from every crevice of the plait, making it appear a lot messier than most of the girls at Ouran would approve of, but each strand glowed in the warm morning light, framing Allyn's face in a halo of light brown.
"Why do you let Kyouya touch you and not me?" Tamaki's sad voice brought Kyouya back down to Earth. He removed his hand from Allyn's hair and started working on some imaginary worksheet, hiding his burning face behind a textbook.
What was I thinking? If Suoh hadn't said anything, I probably would have kissed her right then and there, ruining all the work I put in to planning for this afternoon.
Allyn seemed just as shocked when Tamaki mentioned the intimate way Kyouya carresed her hair. His hand had felt so natural, she hadn't even noticed he was touching her. Kyouya knew there was no way she would tell Tamaki something like that, so she came up with some other excuse before bolting out of the door at the sound of the second period bell. Kyouya's heart fluttered in his chest as he watched Allyn hurry down the crowded hall.
The door to the third music room loomed tauntingly in front of Allyn. Why did it have to be 3:00 already? And why did she have to be assigned to work for Kyouya Ootori of all people? There were so many rich families in Japan and she just had to be assigned to him.
To make matters worse, he got me all confused with the way he was acting this morning. A jumble of emotions coursed through her, as Allyn replayed the morning's events in her head. The way he looked at her the whole class period, like she was more important to him than grades. But that was impossible. Nothing was more important to Kyouya Ootori than something that would benefit him or his future and Allyn certainly couldn't do those things. But his hand felt so nice in my hair. He was so gentle-almost like a different person.
"You've been standing in front of our door for quite a while," Allyn jumped at the sound of the Hitachiin's voices. They were so synchronized it was almost as if they were the same person.
"Yeah, well, I -uh-"
"Save it," Hikaru slithered his arm around Allyn's waist and began whispering into her ear.
Kaoru soon followed suit and was tethered to her other side. "We know what's got you so worked up."
"You have a crush on Kyouya, don't you?" They whispered in her ears at the same time, their hot breath sending chills down Allyn's spine.
"Th-that's ridiculous, where did you hear a thing like that?" But even as she said the words, Allyn knew they weren't true. She may not have known it before then, but the twins opened her eyes.
I like Kyouya.
I like like Kyouya.
The twins didn't bat an eyelash at Allyn's blatant denial. "Well, regardless of what you say, the question isn't if you like Kyouya-sempai," started Hikaru.
"We really want to know what you're going to do about your feelings for Kyouya-sempai," finished Kaoru.
"Will you just sit around and become part of his fan club, never satisfying the ache you have for him in your heart?"
"Or will you confess your love after he's finished tutoring you today?"
They both relinquished their grasps around her and were walking slowly towards the club room, leaving Allyn to stew in her emotions.
A/N: I'm trying to work on making the chapters longer, so I hope this will suffice.
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