Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed and Gundam Seed Destiny.

Summary: Ezalia Joule decides to get Yzak a private tutor for who knows what reason. A wound to his pride, Yzak just aims to get rid of her.

Warning: May contain randomness, prev-ness, stupidity, swearing etc etc...

I apologize for bad grammar. I know I'm doing some things wrong. Informal much?

All is Not Lost

Class was over.

And just as the teacher had stepped out of their classroom, Rusty Mckenzie had immediately turned around on his seat. He threw a glance at the seatmate behind him, who was packing his books and getting ready to head home.

"Hey Yzak, I heard— from a fairly reliable source that your mom got you private tutor." Rusty said with the whimsical smirk of a teen who had recently discovered something interesting about someone else.

Where Rusty had heard this rumor, no one knows. Was it accurate? Yes.

But since this tutor business was his current disgracing secret, Yzak Joule threw Rusty a damning glance, looking like he was about to strangle his classmate for singing until their friends Athrun Zala, Dearka Elsman, and Nicol Amalfi appeared beside them, ready to leave school too.

"Your mom got you a tutor? Sucks." Swinging his bag over one shoulder, Athrun commented with a chuckle after overhearing the news.

Yzak rolled his eyes at this, taking offense. He and Athrun had this friendly rivalry-thing going on since kindergarten. Not just them, but their moms also. "Oh sure, Zala, laugh all you want now, but wait until your mom hears about this and gets you one too!"

"Not going to happen." Athrun countered confidently. "I already promised my mom I'd attend cram school next year."

"Well, so did I!" Yzak raged. "Then this happened!"

"But why would you need tutoring? You always get straight As," Dearka, the most easygoing out of them, added.

"The hell would I know!? Half the time, I don't even know what my mother's thinking!"

"Maybe she's just worried about your future and wants to give you a head start to make sure you get accepted into a good University? You know how completive parents are with their children." Nicol suggested. Being the kindest one in their group, Nicol likes to seek goodness in everyone.

Nicol's theory was total crap though.

"Or not!" Yzak shot back.

"Or who cares?" Rusty interrupted them all. "Yzak's tutor's a student from Archangel High!"

The truth made Yzak cringe.

Damn cat's out of the bag. And the rest of the males raised their eyebrows at this; all suddenly finding new respect for Ezalia Joule.

"Woahh, seriously!? That all girls school? Dude," Dearka gasped, glancing at Yzak. "The girls there are all hot and prestigious! What does she look like?"

"What does it matter!?" Yzak snapped irritably.

"You're in luck, Dearka, because I just so happen to have a photo of her right here." Rusty grinned, showing the group a candid shot of a pretty red-head laughing along with her equally pretty friends.

"Wow, she's really pretty." Nicol admired after having a good look.

"She's totally hot and her friends too!" Dearka added, excited.

Seething with outrage, and not the lease bit interested in girls and dating like his friends were, Yzak shouldered his bag. He was perfectly comfortable being single. He would have confiscated the picture if he cared, but he didn't. "Tsk. Prestigious my ass! So what does that make our school? Common?" He retorted blandly, rolling his eyes at their ignorance. "Even my grades are way higher than hers!"

"You should arrange a group date. Ask her to introduce us to her hot friends," Dearka continued animatedly as the friends walked into the hallway. Yzak merely glared at him. As ridiculous as it may sound, Dearka never once had a girlfriend. None of them had, actually. Not so uncommon for boys growing up in an all boys private school.

"If you're so desperate to meet girls then go ask her yourself!"

Once at the main entrance, the sunshine had disappeared, and solid gray clouds were gathering overhead. They all began taking out their umbrellas.

"Good idea!" Dearka replied. "Does she tutor you every night? I could drop by your place on Thursday and—"

"Forget it! I'm scaring her off today." Yzak snorted causing Athrun, Dearka, Nicol, and Rusty to exchange short glances.

"What?" Yzak shouted. The looks the guys were making were disconcerting. "My mom wouldn't get rid of her, so I might as well rid of her myself!"

Still with the unsettling glances.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"No offense, guys, just so we are clear." Rusty valiantly voiced out. "If I could, I'd rather spend my days with a pretty girl than hangout with you lot."

And no offense was taken that day... except one.

00000

Plunk, plunk, plunk.

The rain was falling harder and heavier.

Two and a half hours later, Yzak used the remote control to raise the volume of the HDTV in his bedroom. He was lounging on the sofa when his tutor Flay Allster stood at the frame of his door in her uniform, soaking wet from head to toe. He groaned at this. Her appearance infuriated him. She had the nerve to still show her face even after he had proved her to be a big fat failure as his tutor, time and time again, for the past three weeks!

He was better than her in Math, Science, Chemistry, Physics, History, Social Studies, Geography, Health, Computers, and the list goes on! So what's the point? What's more, correcting her was a headache especially when she's insisting something clearly wrong to be right!

Girls were a nuisance. Nothing but a distraction. Why his friends were so crazy about them, he wouldn't know. But he had to give Flay some credit for being persistently thick-skinned and not quitting immediately which in his opinion she should have.

"Sorry, I'm late! It was raining so hard and... uhh, I suppose we could start with homework."

"Already done," Yzak replied, only glancing at the girl from the side.

"Oh, okay..." Flay paused, thinking. "Then... maybe we could do some reviews?"

"Also done." Yzak cut off, still not moving from the couch.

Flay nodded with a sigh. She had a defeated expression on her face that he had seen many times before. Despite her-soft feminine facade, she was stubbornly still here. ... Just how much money was his mother paying her to tutor him?

No worries. Yzak thought to himself. He would rid of her this time. He already has a foolproof plan ready.

"Then what about—"

"All done! I don't need your help on anything!" The force and insensitivity of his voice made Flay shift her head to the side. She looked pathetic.

Sighing again, "Right… Well, we still have about an hour left…. Can you lend me a towel? Hair dryer too if you don't mind," she asked instead. "…. maids downstairs wouldn't... and told me I should ask you..." Flay mumbled the last.

"Towels are in the bathroom. Go get it yourself."

"Thanks." Flay acknowledged the order with a curt nod, leaving puddle trails into the bathroom. Once she was inside, Yzak turned off the television. Then he stood, unable to contain his excitement.

It was show time.

"Hey, Flay." Yzak went to the door and knocked.

"Yes? What is it?" Flay replied within the bathroom.

"I should warn you that I adopted a Chow Chow very recently and they're notoriously known to bite—"

"Kyaaaahhhh!"

"Too late." Yzak snickered.

"Good puppy... Nice Puppy... Noooo! Don't come near me!"

In no time, Flay busted through the door.

Yzak would have laughed himself unconscious the second Flay fleed from the temperamental pup, the imminent danger, if it weren't for the fact she rammed straight onto him, sending them both sprawling to the ground with him as the cushion.

The collision affected him like a lighting strike. Yzak made an agitated sound in his throat, his body suddenly immobilized from the pain, the weight and then the enticing view on top of him.

Flay was on her hands and knees, and her calves and feet were spread out on each side of his lap. When he glanced over at her face, he saw— what he once considered as irritating had been replaced with one of sensuality. He laid there passively.

"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch..."

"Your is my… um." Shit! Yzak cursed to himself. He was making no sense! He couldn't concentrate on what he was saying because his heart had started beating too quickly. Everything seems heightened. And he was aware of every little movement Flay was making. She wriggled a little, her hips falling against his, and the movement caused a warm sensation inside his pants.

Yzak tried to appear as if nothing's concerning him at all. Except quite a lot of things were concerning him right now. The heat was rushing to his face.

The way Flay's blue-gray eyes were boring into his, like she was just as surprised as he was. They were giving him twinges.

Truth was, she was giving him twinges all over the place. And suddenly, Yzak didn't know how he ever considered how having such a hot girl as his private tutor could be a nuisance or didn't have advantages. He was such a fool!

"Arff! Arff!"

Yzak barely heard the dog. His attention had been at Flay, who had quickly pulled her face away from his.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?" She asked innocently.

"I… I don't know." Yzak could barely think. "Am I hurt?" Her lock was still on his key. And It's not like he had many other thoughts right now. At least he couldn't really call them thoughts so much as ravening desires.

Oh to hell with everything! This is way better than the original plan!

Yzak took the immediate advantage by grabbing hold of Flay's legs, his fingers conforming to the curve of her thighs and he pulled her tighter to him.

00000

"Sorry to disturb you, Madam," One of the fairly new maids Lilia excused, cracking the door and opening a spot just big enough to slip half her body in. "You have an urgent pho—"

Her appearance earned a few serious glances from the head butler and two senior maids, those who had worked at the manor for more than ten years, and Lilia realized that she must had come at a very bad time.

"Shhh… hurry and close the door or the Lady wouldn't be able to hear." The head Butler Marcus instructed at the woman's ineptitude.

Nodding with urgency, Lilia entered the room then close the door behind her.

Stillness and silence ensued.

Then Lilia was dumbfounded by the furtive scene involving their normally serious lady.

The lady of the manor had a glass up against the adjoining wall of her son's bedroom, her ear holding against the bottom of the glass.

Through sound vibrations, everyone heard a thud followed by a shriek from the next room.

"Pervert! Where do you think you're touching!? Let go of my ass!"

Lilia flushed. What were those kids doing in there?

A merry smile crinkled the corners of Ezalia Joule's blue eyes.

"My son's finally showing interest! I'm glad the Joule line is secured." Ezalia said with relief.

**To be continued? ... 01/01/2019 (revised)

A/N: Oh, so help me. Meh ideas are threatening to turn pervy-ier and pervy-ier story after story... but don't worry my sweet innocent readers, I'm containing the impulse the best that I can. XD