A/N: Yeah, this is coming really late because I have been absolutely OBSESSED with my A:TLA fanfiction ideas. Seriously. I'm contemplating just working on more than one story at a time because I read somewhere that it's a good way to increase productivity. Hopefully, if I do that I won't neglect either fic, but I make no promises. You guys should consider it a good thing that I feel so guilty after not uploading for a week because there are numoreous fics on my Alert list that have been basically abandoned for the past few months and it makes me sad because the stories were good.

I guess I'll shut up now, so you can read this chapter.

Clothes were strewn about Allyn's small bedroom floor, making the journey to and from the bathroom an obstacle course of sorts. Kyouya would be arriving in fifteen minutes and she was still unsure of what to wear. The outfit she had on was OK, but Allyn didn't want to look OK for Kyouya. She wanted to look nice. Pretty, even. The girl staring back at her from the bathroom mirror was not pretty. A fuchsia tank top clung tightly to her body-emphasizing a few curves Alln would rather keep hidden-and her denim shorts seemed a lot smaller than the last time she wore them. The slight bulge of her thighs where her skin met the rough, blue fabric was revolting and the distance between her bottom and her feet was very long. And so very...brown. Allyn spent the majority of her Saturday and the days leading up to it, looking for the right ensemble for a pizza-making date with the son of a multi-millionaire, but everything she tried was either too fancy or too casual. I can't walk around in what I feel like wearing, because sweatpants and baggy tee's aren't flattering at all. At least if Kyouya somehow managed to ignore her many flaws, he would notice that she wasn't too big and the streaks in her hair matched the tank top almost perfectly. The hairstyle she'd chosen seemed a little wild compared to the tame side braids and neat buns she'd worn out of the house, but it still looked OK. Thanks to the three hours she'd spent the night before separating her long, curly hair into thick chunks, and twisting those chunks into large, two-strand twists, Allyn's hair looked a little neater flowing out of the high ponytail at the top of her head. The twists had separated nicely that morning, and she managed to give each streak of purple its own spiral instead of mixing them into a frizzy mess.

Allyn brought a hand to her head, smoothing down the thousands of tiny curls that poked their way through the hair she tried so hard to slick down. Despite the slight shine and minimal bounce in her ponytail, the hair still felt uncomfortably rough against her fingertips. If she had been Japanese, she would have curled her hair with a curling iron or just worn it straight. Either way, Allyn's hair would have been like silk between her fingers instead of the brillowpad-esque texture she'd grown so accustomed to. Why do I have to be this way? Allyn was close to calling Kyouya and canceling their afternoon plans, but the soft dinging of her doorbell deterred her from doing so.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh-Hi, Kyouya!" Allyn stood away from the threshold, beckoning Kyouya inside with a less than graceful sweep of her long arm. "You don't have to take your shoes off if you don't want to. I just leave mine on, since that's what we did back home."

Her raven-haired heart throb was as dazzlingly handsome as ever. He'd obviously tried to take her advice and wear something that didn't cost more than her entire closet, but Allyn noticed that his black t-shirt and jeans were by a very expensive designer. Kyouya enveloped her in a long hug and Allyn breathed deeply into his chest, most of her worries from earlier melting away. His long, thin arms held her very tightly and Allyn could hear Kyouya's steady heartbeat throught the expensive fabric of his shirt. She hoped he couldn't hear the way her's was fluttering rapidly, like a butterfly trapped in a jar.

"If it's alright with you, I'll take my shoes off. We are in Japan afterall," Kyouya somehow managed to turn an incredibly boring sentence into poetry. The meaningless words flowed smoothly from his perfect mouth and made Allyn a little weak at the knees. As if it were even possible, it looked like Kyouya got even more handsome than he was yesterday afternoon at tutoring. Gorgeously golden hands pried off his flashy sneakers one by one, and hidden muscles rippled slightly beneath his flawless arms. "So what are we going to be doing this afternoon?"

Kyouya's velvety voice snapped Allyn out of her trance and she gestured weakly around the kitchen. "We're-uh-going to be making dinner. And dessert too if you want," the words sounded so unsure in her mouth. Why did she ever think this was a good idea? People like Kyouya needed to be pampered, not worked to death. His idea of a date probably included far more luxiorious things than slaving away just to eat his own dinner. Allyn surveyed his face for any kind of response, but his mouth remaind neutral and a white glare on his glasses blocked her view of Kyouya's intelligent, grey eyes. "Or we could just watch a movie, if you don't want to make your own dinner. I mean, if I were you I'd think this was kind of stupid too. I'll just order a pizza and find some DVDs, you ju-"

"What? Making dinner sounds like fun," Kyouya was walking around now, surveying the food Allyn arranged on the one of small kitchen countertops. He was like an overgrown child, the way he picked up cans of tomato sauce and bags of flour. His normally calm eyes lit up while they skimmed each list of ingredients and his voice sounded genuinely intrigued as he muttered under his breath. "By the looks of things, I'd say we're making an typical American pizza, but we might also have the makings for an odd pot of spagheti. Allyn?"

"Uh, yeah?" Without realizing it, Allyn stood at the door, staring dumbly at her curious boyfriend.

Kyouya walked back to where she was and put his hands on her waist, guiding her over to the food. "Well, I've never had to cook before. Aren't you going to tell me what to do?"

Why is he so perfect? Allyn practically melted under his gaze, but managed to get it together enough to start pouring various powders and seasonings into a bowl, epxlainging things to Kyouya as they went along. It's clear he's out of his comfort zone, but he stil put on a happy face for me.

"Now, why exactly do we need to beat the eggs before we put them in this dry mixture we've got sitting in the bowl?" Kyouya stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a hand resting beneath his chin as he took some mental notes. "Wouldn't it just get mixed up anyway since it's all going into the same place?"

"Well yes," Allyn's tinkling laughter filled the apartment. "But we need to make sure the eggs are already mixed properly, so it will blend better in the dough."

"Well, why didn't we beat the eggs before we mixed all of these dry things together?"

"Because it's easier to mix them thoroughly without a sticky blob in the center of it."

Kyouya took the transparent bowl holding the beaten eggs and held it at eye level. "Interesting."

"You're so weird," Allyn sighed, happily. The date was going better than expected. Kyouya was eager to help in any way that he could and-as far as Allyn could tell-he was actually enjoying himself. Allyn giggled when he got his hands stuck in the still tacky pizza dough and never missed an opportunity to fling flour into his unsuspecting face. This usually earned her a stern look and an equal amount of flour in her own face, but she didn't care. As long as Kyouya was happy, she was happy.

"So, what kind of toppings do you want?" The couple had already sprinkled more than enough cheese over the sauce covered disc, and were sampling the different items Allyn had chosen two nights before. She hoped her boyfriend would choose bacon and ham instead of the thickly chopped green peppers and mushroom, but she didn't tell him that. This evening was all about making him happy since she'd been practically ignoring her girlfiend "duties" at school and work, so whatever he chose, Allyn would try her best to eat it enthusiastically and with a smile.

Kyouya leaned over the bowls of toppings, analyzing each one carefully. "Hm..." He popped a small piece of pepper in his mouth before quickly spitting it into a napkin and did the same with a mushroom. "Ugh, I don't want to be a drag, Allyn, but those two aren't very good at all. I prefer ham and bacon, but if you like vegetables, we can go half and half...?" The end of his sentence trailed of into a question as Kyouya turned his gaze back to Allyn.

She stole his unsuspecting lips in a grateful kiss before dumping said toppings all over the pizza. "Thank goodness. I only picked the vegetables because I thought you would eat them." She carefully placed the pizza into the oven before turning back to her significant other. "We can go relax on the couch while this is cooking. It'll probably take twenty minutes or so..."

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"...is there anything you want to do in the meantime?"

Oh, Kyouya could think of many things he could do in twenty minutes with such a gorgeous girl, but he wouldn't dare voice such things in front of her. No. An Ootori always remained polite and gentlemanly even when there was no one around. "We could watch a movie, if you would like."

"Great," Allyn chirped. She took his hand in her own and led him to the living room area. Kyouya took the rare opportunity to admire her exposed legs the whole way there. His dark eyes traveled slowly from her feet to her bottom and back again a few times, marveling at the length of her toned legs. Japanese girls were beautiful, yes, but there was no way the amount of beauty Allyn harbored could fit into such a small package. Every inch of her body was gorgeous in it's own way and Kyouya couldn't imagine her looking any different, regardless of the strange looks she still got when she walked the halls of Ouran. The close-minded people at the academy expected her to somehow fit into their small box of "normal", but there was no way Allyn could do that. The amount of wonderful qualities she contained would never cram into a box so boringly miniscule.

"I have Wall-E, The Lion King, Step Up, and some Twilight movies my friends bought me as a joke last Christmas." Allyn stooped in front of the small television across the room as she called out movie titles to Kyouya. He tried his best to listen, but her position was rather...distracting.

Why is my head so in the gutter today? Kyouya mentally reprimanding himself and tried to look elsewhere. I'm positive she's creeped out by the way I've been staring at her all afternoon.

"Kyouya? Did you hear me?" Allyn sat in front of the small shelf, looking at him with those big brown eyes. She was so far away that they looked almost black, but they were striking none-the-less. "What movie do you want?"

"Let's watch Step Up. That's a dance movie, right? You like dancing."

Allyn snuggled next to him on the couch. Her soft arms were cold to the touch and Kyouya was more than happy to warm them with his own. "How did you know that? I never said anything, did I?" There was an edge to her voice that seemed almost foreign compared to her usual light and bubbly attitude. There was also a little something that was off about her appearence, but Kyouya couldn't put his finger on it. He stared quizzically at the girl, but try as he might, anytime he thought of something wrong about her, it was always clouded by all of the good. Like the way her tank top showed off her flat stomach and striking curves. She was far more endowed than any other girl Kyouya had seen growing up and her height was a welcome change from the short girls that flooded the club rooms every afternoon. Though, he'd never had a girlfriend before Allyn, the idea of stooping just to kiss the one he cared about was very offputting.

"No..." Kyouya started. "But, you're always watching dance videos online, so I figured it was a hobby of yours."

Allyn visibly relaxed at his words and sank even farther into his embrace. "Oh. Well remind me to go check on the pizza when the timer goes off."

The movie was fairly predictable and Kyouya found himself focusing more on the girl in his arms instead of the cliche couple on screen. He tried to keep his hand in a safe space between her bust and her bottom, but Allyn wasn't making it very easy. Every few minutes she wriggled and squirmed beneath Kyouya, a smirk gracing her lips when he tensed up and tried to replace his hand as casually as possible. She was toying with him, apparantly amused by the fact that he respected her too much to cross any boundaries. Kyouya longed to toy right back, not wanted her to beat him at his own game, but he also didn't want to sully their first date with any less than gentlemanly behaviour. So each time Allyn figdeted, pressing her chest into his side or "accidentally" knocking his hand to the back pocket of her shorts, Kyouya pretended he didn't notice and tried to keep his face from turning red.

Kyouya was very appreciative when the timer went off in the kitchen and Allyn had to go retrieve their dinner. A couple on screen just shared a passionate kiss after some silly argument they'd had the day before. Kyouya could feel Allyn's round eyes on him, studying his reaction, and he didn't know how much longer he could take. He took her absence as an opportunity to take a few deep breaths and clear his mind of the temptations she'd planted earlier. It was damn near impossible for Kyouya to tell whether she was joking or if she really wanted him to make a move that night. Each time he tried to explore her further than the few, quick kisses they'd shared sparingly throughout the past two weeks, his intentions were shot down by a wave of doubt. All of the confidence he'd had when he confronted her that afternoon after tutoring had dissapated into a nervous, hesitant mess. Kyouya longed to trap her lips beneath his own and work his hands over her curves like an artist molding his sculptures, but he had no way of know if that was what she wanted. He couldn't tell if Allyn knew how much Kyouya actually cared about her or if she was growing less interested by the second.

I'm never going to find out with this kind of attitude, Kyouya assured himself. I need to be spontaneous and fun like her. If I don't make her mine soon, she might be making pizzas with some other guy by next week.

"The pizza looks like it turned out really well, Kyouya," Allyn balanced two plates and two closed sodas in each of her hands. "I hope you don't mind, but I just have Coca-Cola to drink. I didn't really think tea would pair well with pizza." The heavy cans knocked loudly against the wood of the small coffee table in front of them and, while the food did look appetizing, Kyouya had other things on his mind.

Before he knew what he was doing, Kyouya pinned Allyn beneath him on the soft couch. His hand wove aggressivly in her curls and he attacked her lips with fierce, hungry kisses. He studied her face for any sign of discomfort, but after the initial shock of someone being forced upon her, Allyn's eyes closed and she could hardly kiss him through the wide grin on her face. Kyouya's body acted on his own and he began targeting her long, smooth neck next.

"If I had known you would be like this, I would have invited you over sooner," Allyn's voice seemed a far away as she spoke. One of her thin hands was weaving its way back and forth through Kyouya's short, inky hair and the other dug its long nails into his shoulder. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?"

Kyouya didn't answer at first, too preoccupied with wondering what to do with his right hand. At the moment, it was still resting in the safe space on her waist, afraid to wander any further north or south. "I really like you, Allyn," He breathed into her shoulder. "I don't want you to get bored."

Allyn brought her hands up to his face and placed his lips over her own, resuming their kissing at a more relaxed pace. Kyouya's hand still hovered blandly on her waist, but he didn't really mind anymore. Her soft lips were so large and overpowering, it was hard to focus on anything else. Her breath was warm and she smelled of cotton candy. The sweet scent was calming, and it filled Kyouya's head with a relaxed haze. The strawberry chapstick on her lips made him feel like all of his problems would melt away if he just stayed attached to this girl. Before he knew it, Allyn had somehow managed to turn the tables and fixate herself on top of him. One of her soft, warm hands was on top of his and was slowly guiding lower and lower until it rested confortably on the denim pockets of her snug shorts. Kyouya smiled, happy to claim his prize at last and trailed his fingertips lightly up and down the back of her thighs.

Allyn stopped kissing him and sat up abruptly, looking into Kyouya's worried eyes.

Oh no. He'd gone to far. Why douldn't I just leave my stupid hand where she put it?

"Um...Kyouya?" Allyn mumbled shyly. The purple curly bits she'd left out as bangs sheilded her eyes from him and her voice was laced with uncertainty.

Kyouya pulled himself up as best as he could to be at eye-level with her, but she was still sitting on his legs."Sorry. Did I do something wrong? Are you upset?" So many more unspoken questions rested on the tip of his tounge, but Kyouya neglected to give them a voice.

"No, No! You didn't do anything wrong, but..." her voice trailed off a bit and she glanced nervousl at the ceiling. "I just wanted to make sure you knew that nothing more is going to happen tonight."

Oh, God she thinks I was trying to-"I wasn't trying to pressure you or anything, I swear! I was just-well-you looked really cute with your shorts and your ponytail. And the way you were acting during th movie-I just figured-but if you want me to back off, I completely understand." Words tumbled from Kyouya's mouth without his control, making him seem like even more of a fool for the way he acted. He was sure Allyn would laugh in his face or tell him to leave, but she did something entirely different.

Allyn kissed him on the cheek and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page," She removed herself from her position on his legs and resumed sitting the way she was before he'd gotten so carried away with her. "So are we gonne eat or what? The pizza is getting cold. Oh, and just so you know: I could never get bored of being with you, Kyouya."

Her last sentence was spoken so softly, if Kyouya hadn't seen her lips moving, he might have thought he imagined them. A warm feeling crept across his face and he turned to the side, looking at a clock on the wall as an excuse to hide his blushing face. 7:05 PM. The moment seemed fleeting to him, but somehow they'd managed to kiss for a little more than a quarter of an hour. The homemade pizza tasted better than he expected, but that was probably because it was prepared by such a lovely young lady. He surprised himself by eating two and a half slices which was a lot more than he would normally eat in front of others, for fear of looking like a glutton. Allyn, however took little more than three bites from her first slice of pizza. Kyouya stared absentmindedly at the pate for a few minutes before it finally dawned on him what was so off about his girlfriend. In the blue light of the television, he noticed the way her bones fought to be seen in her thin arms and her cheeks lacked what little plumpness they'd had before.

Kyouya didn't know how to approach the subject, but he figured it was best to address it before anything got out of hand. "Allyn?"

She turned to look at him with a happy smile. "Yeah, Kyouya?"

"Why haven't you finished your slice of pizza? It really turned out well," Kyouya couldn't bare to ruin the-almost-perfect night they were sharing together, so he went for a bit of a different approach.

"Oh," Allyn looked at her plate quizzically, like she didn't expect the slice to still be there. She reached for it, but her hand recoiled up to the grimace on her face and she rubbed her temple gingerly. "I feel full. I guess I just had a really big lunch."

"Are you sure?"

"Well...yeah. Why are you so interested?"

"It's just," Kyouya struggled to find some words that didn't seem offensive. "You look a little thinner than usual," A slightly hurt look crossed Allyn's pretty features and Kyouya regretted the words almost immediately. He cradled her in his arms and kissed her forehead a few times while he scrambled to find the words to take that sad look off of her face. "But it's not really a bad thing. I just want you to know that you don't have to change the way you look for me. I love your curves and your long legs and your curly hair."

"Really?" Allyn sounded confused, as if the thought of someone liking those qualities in her was something strange.

"Well, yes. Those are some of the best things about you," Kyouya kissed her one more time on the lips and was happy to see a smile there when he pulled away. "Now what was it you said earlier about dessert?"

A/N: Oops. I almost wrote smut, you guys. SMUT. But I would probably never do that because just reading the stuff makes me uncomfortable.

Thanks for reading and I'm too tired to remember what I usually put down here, so bye.