Do you know the saying "in plain sight"? Well I changed it up a bit for this. I thought I would switch up the point of view for this chapter. I'v re-watched the episode when the Host Club visits Haruhi like a million times for this chapter. I do not own OHSHC.

Hikaru's POV

She spun around, saying that we were to not ask anything until her return. I stared after her, even as the door shut.

"Haruhi, why didn't you tell Daddy that you had a cousin?" cried Tamiki, holding her face between his hands with tears running down his face.

"It just never came up," she answered, shrugging him off. "Just sit down at the table, I'll put the tea on." Kaoru passed her a bag of tea grounds, something that she told us was quite good the last time we came over. "It's a good thing I just got milk," she muttered, getting it ready.

We all moved into the sitting area. I sat down between a still-moping Tamiki and a confused looking Kaoru. My thoughts traveled back to the girl.

She had this essence around herself, similar to Haruhi and how she brought herself up. Fearless and someone who didn't put up with others bull crap. She had a relatively pretty face, and her emerald eyes were something to look at twice if you were to pass her while walking. Her hair was brighter than Honey's, a much more sun-bleached golden color.

While I was still in this faze, I heard a door open. She walked into the room, changed, looking just as beautiful with clothes on. Her eyes moved from face to face, until they landed on Kyoya. I didn't know why, but her making eye-contact with him made my chest ache.

"You," she said, pointing, "start talking."

There was a collective gasp around the room. This girl was definitely related to Haruhi, if she had the nerve to say something like that. I wonder, would she still have the backbone even after discovering who she was talking to.

I looked over at Kyoya, surprise hidden within his eyes, but he played it off by giving an amused smirk. He pushed his glasses up, giving himself a few seconds to put his indifferent mask back on. "Very well, Sunlight," he said. Lifting his face back up, regaining eye-contact with her.

She continued to stay standing up, crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto her left leg. I saw that it brought her right hip out more, making her shirt ride up a few centimeters, making her tanned skin visible. She didn't seem to notice me starring, but I couldn't bring myself to keep gazing at her. I looked down at the table, hoping that my slight blush went unnoticed. I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at Kyoya, I sighed in relief.

"Well, I was asked to search for you upon the request of Ranka," he started, but the looked of confusion spread across her face.

Before she could even ask, I found myself already answering her. "Ranka is Haruhi's dad's stage name." She nodded, understanding, motioning Kyoya to continue.

"He said he had a bad feeling, that your father hadn't contacted him on an already agreed date. He got worried and asked me if I could find out anything. I saw that you all had gotten in a car accident, and that you were the only survivor." She uncrossed her arms, moving a hand unconsciously to her shoulder, but she must have realized what she was doing and moved her hand away.

"Wait a second," called out Haruhi, carrying the tea over on a serving dish, this time with matching cups. "You mean to tell me, that my Dad went behind my back, again, and said something to you before me?!" She was really fuming.

"When did you get new cups," I asked, reaching for one.

"They were my Mother's," the girl said, looking down, her hair covering her eyes.

"They're very pretty," called out Honey. He was right, they were a crisp white decorated with bright reds, greens, and yellows.

She nodded absentmindedly. "She went through a period when she was really into pottery. Took her about a week to make the entire set." I stared down at the cup with new admiration, thinking them to be store-bought.

"I have a question," said Haruhi. "What's the reason behind your visit this time?"

"I had a nightmare about you moving away this morning, and when I called Kyoya he said that you did. I panicked and got everyone together to come and convince you to not leave," cried Tamaki, holding Haruhi's face again. "But he didn't tell me that you moved five doors down. And being the concerned Father that I am, I wanted to check up on you. When we finally figured out that this was where you had moved to, we knocked. But when the door opened it wasn't you or Ranka, but a girl with weird blue highlights in a towel."

"Hey," the girl interjected. "The girl in the towel is within hitting distance from you. And I'm very annoyed that you have the nerve to criticize my hair."

The next second Tamaki was in the closet, growing mushrooms and sulking. "Haruhi's cousin doesn't like me!"

The girl moved closer to Haruhi, intentionally whispering loud enough for all of us to hear. "Did I break him or something?"

Haruhi was just as loud as her. "Or something. He's just being an idiot, as usual." If it was at all possible, that made the closet grow more mushrooms. Practically having a dark cloud.

Kyoya grunted, "You asked for some information," he said, looking annoyed.

"Sorry," the girl apologized.

"As I was saying, I got the information and passed it along. He requested that I make some necessary arrangements, and I did."

"Wait a minute," the girl said. "You're the one that my Uncle was talking about when he first called me. The "friend" that helped him." Kyoya nodded. She sighed, leaning back against the wall. Slowly glided down it with a moan until she was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees and her head resting against them. "You're the reason I'm here. The reason why I have a family again," she whispered. She lifted her head, looking right at him. "Thank you."

"There's no need for that, I was just doing a favor to Ranka." The girl nodded. "You are a very unusual woman, Sunlight Joy Katayama ."

She flinched at her full name. "I'll take that as a compliment, by the way I just go by Sunny," she said, reaching for a cup. She cautiously blew at it then sipped. "Not bad." She sipped until it was all gone. "Hey, Blondie, why don't you come out of there? I'm pretty certain that Haruhi doesn't appreciate you growing mushrooms in her home."

Slowly he came out, sitting against the wall next to her and reached for a cup. He quietly sipped at it, motioning at Honey for the luxury confectioneries.

"I'm sorry, but there aren't enough for all of us, I didn't know that there would be another person," he said apologetically.

"It's alright, I'm okay with this," she said, pouring another cup to make her point.

"Here," I said before I could talk myself out of it. "You can have mine." I stretched over and handed her my cake. She stared shockingly at it in her hands, opening her mouth to argue. "Don't worry, I wasn't hungry anyway." She had defiance in her eyes, but I gave her a look that meant I was serious. She sighed, before taking a bite.

I didn't look at Kaoru, knowing that he would stare back at me with suspicion. He knew that I hadn't eaten anything before we had come over. I was successful in my attempt at quieting my stomach. I saw that she had finished, she caught me staring and smiled at me, probably saying thanks.

"I'll make us some lunch," said Haruhi, getting up.

"I'll help," said Sunny, following her.

I starred after her, watching the gold and azure curls swaying around her waist as she worked alongside Haruhi. I lost track of how long I was starring as I felt someone poking me. I looked down and saw that it was Honey-senpai.

"She's pretty, isn't she," he whispered. My cheeks got hotter.

"What do you mean?" I whispered back, because I didn't want the girls to hear. He gave me a look saying that my innocent look wouldn't fool him, but he gave up questioning me.

Of course Tamaki and Kaoru heard this. They crowded around me, questions ready to explode from their mouths.

"What are you guys going?" Sunny asked, holding a serving tray with sandwiches. Haruhi had a suspicious look on her face, holding more decorative cups filled, probably filled with juice.

The three of us were hopelessly starring at them, our mouths open but no words coming out.

But luckily, or maybe unluckily, Kyoya answered. "We were just discussing the topic of Sunny and how she is coming to school with us tomorrow."

One, two, three.

"What?!" Everyone was beyond confused.

Could could these events possibly mean? Dun, dun, dun! Tune in for the next chapter to figure out what the heck just happened!