A/N: So, I started rewatching Avatar:The Last Airbender recently and that led to me reading a bunch of Zutara fanfiction and that led to me obsessing over an idea I have for a Zutara fanfiction. I might just make it an original story since the Katara I have in mind is way OOC. I reallywant to work on that, but I promised myself I wouldn't work on anything else until this fic is fin(see what I did there?).

Thanks for all of the good reviews and Happy Fourth of July for you American readers! I'm going to warn you: I plan on changing my writing style just a teensy bit, but hopefully it will change for the better.

I probably won't be able to upload chapters as frequently as I would like for a while because my brother recently had back surgery and is sort of bedridden which means I have to let him use my laptop 24/7. I'm going to try and work onb chapters on Google Docs, so maybe you'll have an avalanche of new chapters in a few weeks. :D

Please enjoy this chapter! It was really fun and cute to write.

Allyn ran down the empty hallways as if her life depended on it. Wind raced past her ears, blocking out any other noise around her.

I just have to get home. I just have to get home. I jus-

"Shit," Allyn skidded to a halt at the glass doors in the front of the school.

Rain. On the one day she needed to make a quick escape, it was raining. A shock of white lighting danced across the sky, practically taunting Allyn as she stood helplessly in front of the doors. She had no umbrella and no fancy limo waiting in the parking lot to escort her home, so she was screwed. Upon further inspection, Allyn noticed a small awning shielding a small space from the rain. I can't just wait inside the school all afternoon, she thought, stepping outside. The air was thick with humidity and a warm spring breeze coaxed the rain into her face. She couldn't afford to wait all evening for the rain to let up and she certainly couldn't step into the storm wearing a white shirt. Allyn hardly managed to keep herself covered without any elements battling against her, but a ten minute walk home would make her shirt practically transparent. When I asked if my day could get worse, this is not what I meant.

Allyn's hands shook with nervous anticipation as she retrieved her headphones from her bag. If she was going to be here for a while, she might as well enjoy herself.

Heavy basses and strong vocals lulled Allyn's wide eyes shut and-for a moment-she felt like she was the only person on the planet. Delicate harmonies wove their way into her body, replacing all of her worldy problems with sweet, musical bliss. Had it not been for the rain, Allyn would have danced all the way home. She wouldn't bother to go into work-or even school-as long as she could dance forever, never letting the music stop. When she was dancing, looks and social standing didn't matter; nothing mattered once she took the first step.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself."

Allyn's eyes slowly open and she looked around for a minute, forgeting why she was still at school. A lazy smile still occupied her full lips as she straightened her posture and turned in the direction of the voice. Kyouya! What was he doing there? Oh crap, was I singing out loud again? How much did he see?

"Um, shouldn't you be with the Host Club?"

Kyouya laughed at her confusion and gestured behind him. The rest of the club members were walking down the hall a few yards away."I am with the Host Club. Shouldn't you be on your way to work? You left the club room almost twenty minutes ago."

Oh no! Did I leave that long ago? He probably thinks I just made an excuse not to hang out with them anymore. "Oh, um you know..." Think of an excuse! "I don't have a car and stuff. And my shirt is really white. And you know, most of the time I walk. So the-um-rain is really inconvinient today...so...yeah." Great. Now she sounded even dumber than usual. Another bolt of lightning flashed and a booming clap of thunder soon followed. For whatever reason, the rest of the Hosts were huddled in the darkened corridor. They all seemed to be talking to someone, but Allyn couldn't see who.

"Are they alright?"

Allyn made a move to go help them, but Kyouya stood in front of the doors. He seemed to have a habit of doing that. "They'll be fine. Now what was it you were saying about the car? Don't you have someone to escort you home?"

"Well, most of the time I walk home, but since I have to go to work today, I was going to go to the bus stop and that's pretty far away from the school."

Kyouya's eyes were shieleded by a glare on his glasses as he looked out across the parking lot. They were still trapped beneath the tiny awning, so he was standing pretty close to her. We aren't as close as we were in the kitchen...Allyn thought sadly. She could still feel the way his thin lips felt when they attacked hers. They were so soft, but aggressive at the same time. He controlled all of her senses when he stood there, trapping her. All she could see was him. All she could hear was his voice. She only felt the touch of his lips to hers and she only smelled the subtle pine scent on his skin. Standing here in the rain, she couldn't smell it anymore. Thick sheets of wet air surrounded them and swam up their nostrils. Kyouya was standing a few feet away, but Allyn had the strangest urge to be near him. She inched sideways in his direction ever so slowly, avoiding his gaze. Maybe if I just...

"Come on," Before Allyn had a chance to react, Kyouya had a firm grip on her upper arm and was running her accross the parking lot towards a small, black limo. The driver stood by the doors, one hand on an umbrella, the other poised by the door handle, ready to open it. Although it was short, the journey to the car was rather exihlerating. Butterflies fluttered excitedly in her stomach and the cold rain shocked her senses. Stepping into the limo was almost a disapointment until she realized how warm and soft it was. Kyouya still wasn't saying a word, but he sat awfully close to her. She breathed in his clean, foresty scent as he draped a long arm over her shoulders. Her eyes were drifting slowly shut, when an important thought practically screamed at her through the rosy haze that surrounded her when she was with Kyouya.

He kissed me. He kissed me and then he ignored me. And now he's just put me in a car and is taking me somewhere?

With a little diffuculty, Allyn managed to lift her head from his shoulder and look him in the eyes. "What's going on, Kyouya?"

Kyouya held her confused gaze for a moment, letting a mix of emotions flit across his face before turning his attenton back to one of the windows. "Why, I'm taking you to work of course."False cheer tainted his velvety voice and that stupid glare was back on his glasses.

"Ugh!" Allyn cried angrily. "Dude, cut the 'host' crap-you know what I mean. Why did you-" A strong, golden hand clamped over her mouth.

"I'll explain it when we get to my house," Kyouya's lips grazed her ears as he whispered frustratedly. "Just-just try to enjoy the ride please. I really can't elaborate right now."

Allyn inched as far away from him as she could in the limited space, but she was sandwiched between him and a window. What's his problem? She wanted to press the issue further, but the uncharacteristic urgency in his voice stopped her. Maybe he was ashamed to admit that he'd kissed her. So ashamed that he couldn't even risk the driver hearing about it. Allyn leaned her damp head against the window and stared glumly out at the passing cars. The beautuful scenerey of Japan was blurred out by streaks of rain, each drop racing down the polished glass and creating its own path. Allyn sighed and ran a worried hand over her hair, smoothing it down. The rain had no doubt loosened a bunch of curls from her braid. When she put her hand back down, she was met by a runny coating of black on the tips of her fingers.

"Well that's just great, " she muttered, wiping the inky mess on her jeans.

Kyouya managed to decrease the already nonexistant space between them as he placed his arm back around her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"Oh. It's nothing. I was just noticing that the black hair spray washed out when we were running to the car." When she noticed his confused look she added: "I'm not allowed to have purple hair at work."

Kyouya snorted at her last remark. "Why do you have purple hair at all?"

"Hey!" she huffed, crossin her arms. "It's my favorite color. Besides, it's not all that uncommon in New York. Or Japan for that matter."

"Than why don't you wear your purple hair to school?"

Allyn leaned away farther away from him and cast her gaze on the ground. "That's...that's not important." She couldn't tell him she was afraid people would notice her. That she would be laughed at or ridiculed for trying to make the brillow pad she was given as hair look any better. She never had to cover up her hair back home, but that was New York. A city where people could walk around with five inch lime green mowhawks and recieve nothing but compliments for it. Sure, you could get compliments in Japan, but that was only if you were cute. And I'm not cute I'm a freak. The car suffocated under an uncomfortable silence, neither teen knowing what to do next. Allyn just went back to looking out of the window, ignoring whatever shuffling Kyouya was doing next to her.

"Hold still," he shushed, wiping something across her hair.

"What are you-"

"I don't think the purple looks that bad," Kyouya was leaning back now, observing his work. He'd only removed the hairspray from the back of her head, but Allyn noticed some of the purple peaking through from the tip of her braid where she had been fiddling with it. It was comforting to see the vibrant lilac once again. "It actually compliments your skin tone really well."

Although she felt flattered, Allyn scoffed and tried to hide it. "That's the kind of thing people say when they don't want to tell you it's ugly."

"I really do think it's cute," he muttered in reply. Allyn risked a glance at his dark eyes and was surprised at the sincerity they held. But she wouldn't be fooled. What if this was some kind of dare thrust upon him by the rest of the host club? 'See how far you can get with the black girl before she figures out the joke!' Allyn could practically hear the twin's manipulative voices while they plotted her humiliation. No; she couldn't be fooled by a bunch of rich kids with too much time on their hands.

A silence settled back in the car, but Kyouya didn't seem to notice this time. He was peering through the tinted windows at the driver. Then he looked out of the windows on eithier side of the car before confirming some silent notion.

What is he going on ab-

Then he kissed her.

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Kyouya felt awful for not explaining himself earlier-he truly did-but he just didn't want his family interfering with what he had with Allyn. Whatever that was. Though the driver seemed nice, Kyouya realized that every one of their employees answered to the higher power that was his father and they wouldn't hesitate to inform Mr. Ootori if his son had a girlfriend. Once his parents knew he was ready to date, the might try to marry Kyouya off to some spoiled, bratty daughter of a CEO or something. So although it took a lot of his strength not to claim Allyn's lips the moment he saw her waiting beneath the awning, Kyouya managed to appear as nothing more than friends the entire ride home, save for one stolen kiss, but that was only because she looked to sad when he'd noticed her hair. Now that they were actually at home it was a different story. Allyn retreated to the master bathroom adjacent to Kyouya's bedroom to dry off and change into her work uniform while Kyouya dried off and changed into some dry clothes in his bedroom. It hadn't taken very long for him to strip his damp uniform and put on a button up shirt and jeans, but the entire time, he was made painfully aware of his situation.

Allyn was in his bathroom.

Probably in her underwear.

In his bathroom.

Calm down, Kyouya. If he let his mind wander too much, it might be very embarrasing for him when she finally does emerge. Just think about something else. He glanced anxiously around the drab, black and white room for a distraction. A flash of color caught his eye and he picked up a forgotten Rubik's Cube from his dresser and began solving it. The rhythmatic twisting and turning helped a little bit.

Blue, white, yellow.

Don't think about they way she felt sitting so close to you in the car.

White, red, white.

Or the fact that her shirt was a little transparent from the rain.

Red, red, yellow.

Especially don't think about the color of her underthings.

Red, red, red.

Don't think about the little red hearts that hovered so dangerously close to where your hand rested on her shoulder.

Red, red, red.

Or the red lace that danced flirtaciously around the hem of her-

"Kyouya? Are you finished changing?" Allyn poked her head into the room, a slender hand shielding her eyes from any indecencies she might face. The sight would have been a lot more enjoyable if Kyouya hadn't been so flustered.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, you can come in." He spun around, putting his back to her, waiting for his face to cool down. How could one girl manage to make him feel so many things? Once he felt like it was safe, he turned back around to take in her outfit. The maid's uniform she had to wear was nothing like what he had been hoping for, but it was cute none the less. Allyn fluttered about nervously in a slim fitting blue dress that stopped just above her knees. Silver buttons made a glittering train from her high collar to the crisply ironed hem and white mary-janes tapped happily on the tile of his bathroom floor. Apparently she'd decided to begin her cleaning in there.

Kyouya cleared his throat, getting her attention. "Allyn?" he called, waving her to the large bed in the center of the room. "I need to talk to you for a minute."

She seemed hesitant at first, but eventually Allyn took a seat next to him. "If this is about my hair, I won't have the purple in it tomorrow. And I'm about to go get your dinner right now."

The fact that she was his maid still hadn't sunk in yet, so Kyouya just waved off her concerns. "No, no this is about our-uh-encounter...after tutoring."

"Oh..." she waited patiently for what she must have thought to be bad news, because her eyes seemed sad all of a sudden.

"It's just that families like mine have certain...duties they feel like they have to fufill and sometimes those duties overlook the desires of the people involved. Running a company is hard work, so my father and mother are put under a lot of stress to stay on good terms with a lot of their clients and prospective business partners-"

"Kyouya just get to the point."

Kyouya sighed and cleared his throat again, as if the words didn't want to be said."Well, I like you a lot, Allyn. And I want to continue to tutor you and get to know you, but..."

Allyn gripped the end of her dress nervously. "But...?"

"My parents might try to seperate us if they found out we were dating. So, if it's alright with you, can we keep this a secret? At least until I manage to work something out."

The sound of Kyouya's heart in his ears was deafening. Never before had he put his heart on display like he had for this girl and it was terrifying him. All of his usual confidence disintegrated when she was around. He couldn't read her moves or determine what she was going to do next like he could with other people. The only two people who'd ever made him feel even close to this way were Haruhi and Suoh and even they were a little predictable. But Allyn? Allyn was like a whole new species to him. There were so many things he didn't know. So many things he wanted to find out.

"Dating?"

Her voice was so quiet and scared, Kyouya thought he imagined it. "I'm sorry?"

"You...you said we were dating. Are you serious about it or is this some kind of trick?" She looked at him now, her big chocolatey eyes were frightened and her lower lip rested between her teeth.

"Well...yeah. If it's OK with you, I'd like to start dating." Kyouya's stomach flip flopped in anticipation as he waited for her response. Would she laugh in his face? Would she tell the whole school that Kyouya Ootori, the school's cold hearted robot, had felt so vulnerable and afraid of his own parents? "So...do you? Want to start dating, I mean."

Instead of an answer, Kyouya was met by a pair of soft, luscious lips against his. She'd put so much of her body weight into the kiss, that they'd fallen backwards onto his soft king sized bed. Kyouya tried to ignore how good she felt pressed against him and focused on her eyes. Those gorgeous, brown eyes that made him melt with longing everytime she looked his way. Those eyes that held the secrets he was so excited to discover.

"I take that as a yes."

A/N: This is a little slow moving, but I'm getting a beta reader soon(hopefully), so the chapters should be getting better! I've already gone back and made some minor changes to the previous chapters so they weren't so choppy and rushed, so if you want to you can go reread those, but there aren't any major changes.

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