A/N: Thanks for all of the positive feedback from the last chapter. There were only a couple of reviews, but a few people added this story and myself to their alert/favorites lists, so that made me smile. The last chapter was still riddled with mistakes despite my rereading it a few times over, but I guess that's the price I pay for having long nails and terrible keyboards. I really am trying to improve my writing skills, but the more I reread my chapters, the more I realize just how much I still need to learn. This fic is a lot beter than my first one, but it's still not as good as I would like. I really do appreciate the reviews and feedback, so thanks a lot and I'll try to keep improving.

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"Do you need anything else, Master Kyouya?" Allyn was doing that thing again. She refused to be anything but 'Master and Maid' since her first day of working for Kyouya and it was starting to really annoy him. Any attempts at cuddling were avoided and all kisses were denied. Great.

"I need two things, actually," he answered, pulling Allyn closer to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her petite waist felt good trapped beneath his hands and the urge to let them wander was distracting, but staring up into her angelic face helped him ignore it. "I need you to stop calling me 'Master' and I need you to give me a goodnight kiss before you leave."

"It would be very unproffesional for me to kiss you," Allyn sighed. "But I can stop calling you 'Master' if you want."

Despite having spent every afternoon together for the past week or so, Kyouya couldn't find anything he disliked about his new maid. She was a wonderful cook and somehow managed to make his emaculate room look even better. And, no matter what she said, Allyn was really smart when it came to things other than math. Her very presence in his life seemed to improve his mood exponentially. Kyouya wasn't a very grumpy or moody person to begin with, but he never really smiled until Allyn came into his life. More and more, Kyouya found himself smiling at the mere thought of Allyn or anything that reminded him of her. Like the way the flower arrangements in the dining hall were the same color as the streaks in her hair. Or the way the cotton candy from the Host Club's carnival theme smelled like the perfume she sprayed behind her ears. Those cute little ears.

Allyn smirked and kissed his forhead before removing Kyouya's hands from her waist. "Is there anything else you need before you retire to bed, sir?"

"You just never give up, do you?"

"Well, I really need this job, sir. And if anybody else heard me speaking so casually with you, they might report me to my boss," Allyn retrieved her bags from the corner of his room and and made her way to the door. Kyouya always hated this part of the day. She flounced around all afternoon, saying funny things and cooking him delicious American food, but just when he thought they were finally going to be a regular old couple instead of employer and employee, she grabbed her bags and went home. It may have just been his imagination, but Kyouya swore she looked cuter when they were alone.

I bet she does it on purpose, he thought, grumpily, sneaking up behind her and wrapping his arms around Allyn's shoulders. "You know I can't have you, so you look even more adorable at times like these..."

"What are you going on about, now? I have to get home."

Kyouya rested his face on her head, enjoying the way her frizzy, fly away curls felt against his cheeks."Sleep here."

With a quiet groan, Allyn tugged at his arms. "You know I can't do that, sir. You're my boss, remember?"

"You could quit..." Kyouya mused, tightening his arms a little more and planting sweet kisses on her neck.

"I need the money."

"I could fire you," he murmured, causing the fragile body in front of him to tense up suddenly.

"You wouldn't," she challenged. Of course he wouldn't. He knew how much she needed to keep a position with such rich employers and he knew how expensive it could be to pay for an apartment as big as Allyn's and still attend Ouran. But there was no way Kyouya would let her know that.

Instead, he held her even closer and began kissing her cheek. "I would if it meant I could have a girlfriend. I don't need a maid."

"You may not need a maid, but your girlfriend would waste away if she couldn't pay for food anymore," Allyn was laughing now, calling Kyouya's bluff. How did she know him so well already? No matter how hard he tried, Kyouya couldn't make sense of the way she did things-he couldn't find any patterns. But she seemed to know what he was thinking before he thought it. It was actually kind of frightening how well she could read him after only a week of spending so much time together. In a month's time, she would have nothing left to learn. What if she get's bored? He thought, gazing down at the beautiful creature he had trapped in his arms. She was so alive, so vibrant and unique; it was only a matter of time before she found someone more like her to be with. Someone who wasn't so bland and boring. Someone who isn't the third son. Yes, it was definitely a possibility that Allyn could get bored, but Kyouya just had to make sure that didn't happen. He had to be spontaneous and fun, like Suoh. He had to keep her interested.

"Allyn," he announced, spinning her around to face him. "I think it's time we go on a proper date."

"Where did this come from all of a sudden?" Despite the sass, her round eyes lit up at the proposition.

This made Kyouya smile, as he put an arm around her waist, walking her to his bedroom door. "I'm being spontaneous, can't you tell?"

"Well, Mr. Spontaneous, two can play at that game. The date will be at my place, next Saturday at six o' clock. Don't wear anything too expensive because we may be getting messy."

"Saturday?" questioned Kyouya, sadly. "That's a whole eight days from now, I'm not sure if I can wait that long."

Allyn paused, and turned around to give him a quick kiss before she left. "You could've just said it was a week from now, Smartypants."

"But it's not a week, it's eight days," he quipped matter-of-factly before closing the door and ending their night together.

And it may very well be the longest eight days of my life.

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Why did I say those things?

Allyn lay down on her small, twin sized bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was Monday evening now, and her big date with Kyouya was at the end of the week. She'd foolishly tried to impress him and scheduled the date at her apartment. What was wrong with her? It wasn't like Allyn to be so confident, especially not around boys. It wasn't like her to be so daring and assertive, but Kyouya managed to bring out that side of her when they were together. She felt the strangest urge to impress him in anyway possible. Be it answering a question correctly in class, or planning random dates.

I bet Mom and Dad would kill to see me stress over a boy like this, Allyn thought with a laugh. Back in New York, she'd never really worried about anything other than her friends, her music and her charity work. When Allyn wasn't dancing at a recital, she was singing at a shelter, never stopping to flirt or bat an eye at any cute boys. Sure, she felt a little lonely when her friends cancled plans to go hang out with their boyfriends. And it was even worse when they brought them along without warning her first, but Allyn managed to have a good time without being attatched at the hip with some guy. She rolled onto her side, smiling at the memory of her mother and father trying to talk to her about boys.

"So when are you going to get a boyfriend?" Her mother asked out of the blue one Sunday morning. Allyn was back home for Spring Break during her first year at Ouran. It was unusually warm for a NYC spring day, but no one was complaining. The evening before, Allyn's parents left her alone all night to go dancing. Apparently that made them realize that a fifteen year old girl shouldn't spend her Saturday nights home alone, watching Wall-E for the third time.

"I don't know," Allyn sighed."When a guy I like comes along."

Allyn's father, Walter, scanned the paper nonchalantely, trying to look uninterested. "What about the Smith's boy? He's got a good head on his shoulders, right, Honey?"

"Oh yes! He'd be perfect for you, Allyn. We'll invite him over for dinner tomorrow."

Allyn practically choked on her orange juice at that. "What? Why do you think he's so 'perfect' for me all of a sudden?" she sputtered. The Smith's kid was a total bore and girls were notorious for leaving him because of his video game addiction. Even if she was truly desperate for a boyfriend, they would have little to nothing in common.

"Well, you two are the same age, aren't you?" Walter put down his newspaper and let his elbows lean on the table.

"The same age!" sputtered Allyn, incredulously. "Is that why you two got married? Because you're the same age?"

"Well, no..." her mother started. "But we're not talking about marraige. We just want you to go out and enjoy yourself. A young lady should have at least one boyfriend before she settles down. How else will you know what kind of guys you like?"

"Yeah," her father chimed in with a laugh. "And when am I ever going to get the chance to intimidate some poor shmuck who thinks he's good enough to be with my baby girl? You can't deny me that right as a father."

Allyn dessovled in a fit of giggles as her father pulled her into a big bear hug. "Fine. Fine. When I get a boyfriend, I'll let you know."

"You will?" her mother questioned, joining in on the hug. "Even if that boyfriend is in Japan?"

"Yes, I promise."

That was alwas a fun memory to look back on when she was feeling homesick. It was so sweet the way her parents worried about her, even if she wasn't their real daughter.

It's a shame I can't tell them about Kyouya, Allyn sighed. She'd asked him the first day they'd started dating if she could tell her parents and Kyouya insisted that his family had some pretty strange connections with people all over the world. If even one person let it slip that the two were dating, rumors could spread and by the time it reached Mr. Ootori, the story might be blown way out of proportion. Her parents would like Kyouya, though. Allyn knew that. Kyouya was great with people, just like Walter. The two of them would be able to talk abut practically anything together if they wanted to. Both men just had such a way with words. Kyouya and Sam would be able to talk business together if they were ever left alone. And Allyn was sure her mother would be impressed by the way Kyouya runs the Host Club. Both of her parents would commend her for finding such a well rounded and wonderful boy like Kyouya Ootori.

But Kyouya meeting her parents wasn't even a possibility right now. What Allyn needed to focus on was planning that date. What was it she said to him as she was leaving on Friday? The date was going to be..."messy"? What did that even mean? Allyn was sure she knew what she meant when she said it, but every time she tried to remember, her mind was clouded by other minuscule details from that day. Like the way his strong hands felt when he pulled her closer to him on the bed. Or the fact that when she was standing slightly between his parted knees, it was hard to focus on the words coming out of his mouth. Allyn almost drifted off into another daydream when she remembered about the date.

Ugh, this is going to suck. Allyn stretched and hopped out of bed. She was never going to get anywhere if she wallowed around in her room until Saturday, so she headed to the kitchen to brainstorm ideas over some left over chicken and rice. A lot of my hobbies are a little messy, she mused, bringing the fork to her mouth. But I don't think Kyouya would like pottery. And even if we were to paint something, what would it be? There's no way I'd convince him to go dancing with me and singing isn't messy at all. The bowl of rice felt warm and heavy in her hands. Light blue lines chased each other around the sides, creating a delicate pattern.

"I've got it!" exclaimed Allyn excitedly. We can cook together!

It was the perfect plan. Since Allyn scheduled the date around dinner time, they could spend a little time goofing off and preparing the food, and once it was in the oven, they'd have plenty of time to "be a couple" as Kyouya liked to put it. Maybe we could even make dessert too, if there's any time left over. Allyn walked her bowl over to the sink and was about to go make a list of things they would need, when something peculiar caught her eye. The bowl was still practically full of food. Allyn tried to remember just how many bites she'd taken, but that familiar throbbing in her head came back.

"Oh well..." she murmured in English. "I feel full, so I guess I just made more than I thought I did."

On her way to the living room, Allyn retreived another one of those purple envelopes from the floor and shoved it in the draw with the others. She didn't have to read it to know it was just another page full of insults and warnings like the rest of the daily letters. Allyn stopped reading them after the fourth one, but she could never bring herself to throw them away. Even though they were unneccesarily malicious, Allyn couldn't help but notice that they held a grain of truth. She was different. And, though it may not be a bad thing back in America, Japan held a different sense of what was beautiful just like any other place in the world. Small was beautiful, not tall. And lovely, golden brown skin was everywhere. Japanese women were born with small bottoms and even smaller waists. Anything else was foreign and ugly.

Allyn tried not to think about it very often, but occasionally she found herself wondering how she managed to win the heart of a guy like Kyouya. His infatuation is real now, but what if he's just experimenting? What if he get's bored with doting on such a weird girl, like me? Those letters were evidence that Kyouya wouldn't have any trouble finding someone more suited to him, so there was nothing about Allyn that was really chaining him there. Ugh, what am I thinking? she thought with a shake of her head. It's barely been a week. All we need to do right now is enjoy each other's company and hope this thing works out for the better.

A/N: So I'm trying to make them seem happy as a couple without making eaither character too OOC. I think I've got Kyouya pegged pretty well because he wasn't very moody or angry in the anime. He said funny things and he said them with confidence and even a smile sometimes, so I'm going to try and focus on that when I'm writing. There will be times when he's all sad and junk, but those will come later.

Also, I'm trying not to have them move too quickly in the relationship. Since they haven't had the beach trip yet, I'm going to put that in after Kyouya and Allyn have been together for at least a month even though the anime had it right after the waterpark, so the next two or three chapters might just be fluff.

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Oh yeah, and sorry this chapter was so short. I'm trying to pass the time a little more quickly, so that they're not saying "I love you" after three days.

Thank you for reading and please review if you have the time.