Before you panic and wonder what the heck is going on with the point of view, I just want you guys to know that I felt as if there should be a change of pace. Don't get me wrong I LOVE 1st person, but this was needed. While I was typing this I was eating some Oreo cheesecake, which by the way, I did not know existed until five minutes ago. I do not own OHSHC.

Normal POV

"Quick, quick, slow," repeated Harhi. They had spent the past seven minutes going through the motions. And it only took the first minute for Sunny to say that the boots were uncomfortable. She put a hand on Haruhi's shoulder to keep her balance, tugging the boots off with the other hand.

At the moment she was leaning on the front of her feet, making her a little bit taller than her partner. The boots were left near the table with Haruhi's guests. They were looking at Haruhi teaching Sunny, or at least trying to.

The poor girl was fumbling on her feet, trying to mimic Haruhi's movements. She would either step on her cousin's feet or somehow manage to slip over her own.

All in all, it proved to be of some entertainment to the other Hosts and the guests.

It didn't take long for the other Hosts to join in with the game, each of them asking a guest to dance. The girls would blush and shyly grab the hand they were offered. As usual Kyoya would stand off to the side, diligently taking notes.

To any other unsuspecting person, they would be oblivious to the event that was taking place. But then again, Haruhi wasn't unsuspecting whatsoever. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Hikaru was looking over in their direction.

At first she shook it off, thinking that he was bored and looking around for more entertainment. But it was the look on his face that got her attention, the look of fascination, curiosity and adoration.

She almost tripped over her own feet at the realization, but she quickly recovered. She switched out partners, testing to see if her theory was correct. She felt like Kyoya, carefully watching to find out the outcome. As Sunny walked over to Kyoya, she saw that Hikaru's gaze followed her movements.

Sunny took a few hesitant steps towards Kyoya, knowing that she had to get her words out before she chickened out and went back to sit down at the table. She stood next to him, he nodded his head in acknowledgement.

She took a deep breath, gathering up her nerve. "I know that I've already said this," she nervously said, "but I can't tell you how grateful I am to you."

"There is no need for you to express your "gratefulness"," he blandly stated.

She sighed in annoyance, trying again. "I can see that I'm bothering you, but can you put your little binder away and listen?" He abruptly stopped writing, taking a deep breath before closing his binder. He faced her, keeping his steady gaze on her. "Thank you. I realize that bringing me here is not as convenient as you lead on. Because considering the fact that you went through the trouble of finding me about a month and a half after my parent's death, then going through a more unnecessary hassle to get me here. All because my uncle had asked."

When she finished her rant, he stayed silent, carefully turning her words around in his head. The way she looked at him, the intense honesty that was in her eyes, reminded him of Haruhi. He decided to say something before she could walk away.

"Be that as it may," he started off with, "I would have gotten you here even if it wasn't for Ranka. I discovered that your parent's were cremated and that their service was held about a week ago. I wouldn't be much of a gentlemen if I were to allow you to be alone in America, when your only family was here. Besides I see that bringing you here was the right choice, I'm positive that both Ranka and Haruhi are happy to have you here."

"I don't need pity, just a "You're welcome". Whatever it takes to repay you, all there is to do is ask," she said before walking away and going over the Haruhi's empty table. If her back wasn't turned to him she would have seen the camera that he took out.

They was hardly a person that was still sitting, they were all dancing, laughing and having a good time. Since there weren't enough Hosts to go around, the girls took it upon themselves to be each other's dance partners. They were jumping around, spinning and giggling. They were not dancing properly, at all. None of them.

Sunny smiled at the sight of the rich kids, enjoying themselves. They could really let their hair down, let themselves act out. Maybe they weren't that bad after all.

One second she was reaching down to grab her boots, the next she was grabbed and dragged into the festivities. She saw that the one that pulled her in was Honey. He had a hold of her gloved-hands as he spun them around. She was careful to keep her feet moving, not wanting her feet to get stepped on.

Once she figured out that he wouldn't let her go that easily, she allowed herself to dance around with the miniature sailor. Just as she was getting used to him, he spun her over to another person. When her eyes were able to focus again, she saw that it was Mori.

It was slightly awkward, her size made him have to reach further down. He was an inch shy of being a foot taller than her, but he carried on dancing with her. And once again she was spun over to the next person.

Her eyes caught sight of blonde hair. "Nice to see you again, Sun-chan," said Tamiki. He spun them around, blocking out the other sounds. "Are you having a good time?"

She tightened her hold on his hand and shoulder, not wanting to be out of step. "Surprisingly... yes," replied Sunny. "I can't remember the last time I've had something like this." All of a sudden, she felt him start to lean her back, dipping her. At first she felt strange being held up by only his hands, but she let go, allowing herself to trust him not to drop her.

But then she was ripped from his grasp by two arms. "Come on, Boss," the voices whined. "It's our turn." At first the twins argued about who would go first, but after an annoyed look from both Haruhi and Sunny, one of them pulled her towards himself.

After a while of swaying and spinning, she spoke. "You're Kaoru," she stated.

At first he said nothing, debating whether he should deny or agree, but he choose to slightly confuse her. "How can you be so sure?"

"First off, Hikaru seems to be kind of afraid of me or something. He likes to tease me, but there's something else about him. While you, you seem to be a bit more tense around me."

He scoffed, shaking his head in denial. "I am not tense."

"Then why the reluctance? Surely you would want to toy with me, as well. You don't have to answer, it's just an observation."

"You're as dense as Haruhi," he whispered under his breath.

He then felt a tap on his shoulder. "I believe it is my turn, brother."

"Fine." Kaoru passed Sunny over to Hikaru, grabbing a stuttering girl to dance with.

"Why were you blushing earlier?" asked Sunny, swaying with Hikaru.

"I wasn't blushing, I had a... fever." Sunny gave him a look, clearly not buying the lie. "Okay, maybe I was."

He spun her out and curled her in his arm before he quickly changed back to the original position. "Why?"

"I don't have to answer that," he bluntly stated. How could he say that he blushed because she didn't so much as hesitate to indirectly kiss him when she continued eating?

She sighed, slightly annoyed at being left in the dark. "Fine, keep your secrets." Out of the corner of his eye he could see Kyoya taking pictures.

Was this good for you? 'Cause I have no way of knowing.