Happy February 1st! Sorry for the long delay, I was contemplating on how to work some things out in this chapter. Anyway enjoy! I do not own OHSHC.

Sunny's POV

"Kyoya-senpai," I called out. The final bell had rang and students were busy packing their things. He immediately left the room and down the halls, towards the club room, with me and Tamaki-senpai on his heels. "I need to talk to you about something!" My voice slightly echoed, the student's murmurs in the background.

"All in due time, Miss Sunlight," he said over his shoulder, not even breaking his long strides. "Right now there's some business I would like to discuss with you. The walls here have ears, so it would be best to keep this private for the time being."

I muttered some Spanish curses under my breath, hoping that Tamaki-senpai couldn't hear or understand. What could be so secretive that we couldn't talk about it in the classroom?

Today wasn't as bad as yesterday. There were silent whispers around the classroom and when I left to go eat lunch with Haruhi. I didn't doubt that the entire school didn't know about me and wasn't talking about me.

Every time that I heard my name I turned, looking around in vain as I tried to find who it was. My entire class and then some was in on this, and it was really starting to annoy me. I let it go, knowing that my effort was a complete bust.

It was just like school back home, if there were ever any whispers of you in the halls, it was either you giving them power to them or ignoring them. I chose the latter, but considering how I could feel they're pointing and starring. I knew I wouldn't last long. I needed answers and I knew Kyoya-senpai to be a good place to start.

I silently followed after him, determined to talk to him before their club started. "Miss Sunlight," he said, stopping at the door. "You may be wondering what all the fuss was about today, but let me assure you. You are not a part of some high school gossip. The students are just excited of what we have planned tomorrow."

I gave him a blank stare, my eyes probably getting a haze to them. "What's going on tomorrow?" I asked, wondering if I even wanted to know.

"Your first official day as a Hostess, Miss Sunlight."

I didn't even have a chance to reply as the doors opened, the entire room with draped walls and privacy boxes. The room was filled with women, adults that were wearing spa uniforms. There were sections in the entire room, I could already see the rest of the guys and Haruhi getting relaxing massages.

I wasn't gonna lie, it looked nice, but I would bet that all this cost more than my scholarship and savings combined.

"Why are these people here?" I asked, turning to Kyoya and Tamaki-senpai. I saw that they had once again changed while my back was turned, now in robes.

"In order for us to present you to the public tomorrow as one of our own, we must first perfect your appearance," stated Kyoya-senpai. His tone made me feel stupid, like I should have already known this.

"Why do I have to be Hostess? Why do I have to go through "perfecting" how I look? I don't remember agreeing to this-" My rant was cut short when he pulled out a little box.

He pushed at a button, my voice coming from it. "Whatever it takes to repay you, all there is to do is ask." It stopped when he pushed another button.

"I believe you gave me your word that you would do whatever I saw fit, in order to repay your debt," he said, his glasses reflecting, making me unable to see his cold, calculated eyes. "The reason we had you dress up and interact with our guests was so we could see if there was any hope of you joining us. They seemed to adore you and found the blue additions to your hair are quite fetching. They are all quite interested you."

I smirked a little as I processed the fact that he said "fetching". But there were more important things to worry about, so I forced the corner of my mouth to go down. "How can you be so sure?" Was what came out of my mouth, not a word of how crazy this was or any complaints. But no, it just had to be something that would encourage this.

He didn't answer right away, instead he pulled out a laptop and typed something in. He turned the screen to me, my mouth dropping at the site of the display.

"Oh my gosh! That's me!" Was my brilliant response to the pictures. They were of yesterday for sure, it was clear by that over-the-top outfit I was forced into. When had they taken these? I don't remember seeing a single camera.

I hesitantly put a finger out to scroll down the page, seeing more pictures. There were some of me smiling at the guests and still-pictures of me dancing with each one of the Hosts. Kyoya-senpai wasn't in any of them, so he was probably the one that took them. Then I saw a video under the words: Sunlight Singer. Most likely me singing the song the other day. The last picture was of me and one of the twins, and by the red on his face it was probably Hikaru.

"Figures," I muttered. "I can't believe I didn't suspect something like this. When I said that you only needed to ask, I meant it. Why is that you need to go behind my back? Why didn't you tell me what was going on?"

"Wow," muttered Tamaki-senpai. "As always you are right, Kyoya. She is a person of her word. I was actually expecting her to put up more of a fight on the matter. But I can't say I'm surprised, after all she does share my darling daughter's blood."

"Of course I was," he replied. "Now, Miss Sunlight. The reason we did not inform you of this, was because we wanted to see how the guests would react to you. And every one of them are fascinated with you, and would like to know more about you. It has been a long time that we've entertained the idea of a female member, and since Haruhi is to appear as a boy we cannot have her conversing with the guest in such girlish topics. Your promise fixed both our problems. We get a female addition and you are able to repay your debt."

"Wait, so the reason you want me as a Hostess is so they can have someone to "girl talk" with? That seems simple enough, but why do I have go through the trouble as to care about how I look?"

"Tsk, tsk. Sunny, as a woman you need to put in more effort on how you look. Not that you aren't already pretty, but the reason for today is to have you look radiant at the school. Slightly altering your appearance will get the girls attention and make you more approachable, making them want to come, " ranted Tamaki-senpai.

"I still don't see the point in all this, why should I care about how people see me? Something like that isn't important. I care more about how people see me than how I physically look."

"So what you're saying is you don't care what people think of you?" asked Kyoya-senpai.

"Not really, people are entitled to their own opinions, and there will be always be times when people will judge me. It's the concept of not letting it get to you."

"That sounds nice and all, but by doing this you just might be able to pay off your debt before we finish our fourth year."

I paused, considering all this, but I knew that if I was to pay back Kyoya-senpai's help I would need to do just that.

"There is only one flaw in your spa plan. I'm very sensitive to touch, especially my torso," I whispered meekly.

"Yes, I'm very aware of your condition," said Kyoya-senapi, taking out his binder. "I took the liberty of looking through your medical records and found out of your little problem." My breath hitched, holding it, waiting for him to say it was out loud. "I had heard that some of your ribs were injured in the accident and that it would take approximately eight weeks before you are fully healed. So you would need to take it easy for about two more weeks. Not to worry I've already informed the workers of this and should be just fine."

His eyes then made contact with mine, telling me that he was lying for my benefit. He knew the truth, that my ribs had fully healed just last week. He was covering for me, he was prolonging the pity that would show on the faces of others.

How does it make you feel now that both Hikaru and Kyoya are both now in on Sunny's little secret? I kind of just popped into my head, but anyway, wouldn't it be more shocking that he didn't know something like that about her? Be honest with yourself as you're answering that.