Happy Valentin's Day! Sorry for the delay! Now let's return to Sunny's misadventures! I do not own OHSHC.

Hikaru's POV

I kept flinching, not because the massage was uncomfortable, but because I kept hearing Sunny yelp out in pain from behind the curtained walls. Haruhi couldn't stay still as the two women messaged her feet, looking over in Sunny's direction with a worried expression.

"Kyoya-senpai," she called out nervously, "what exactly are they doing to her?"

He kept his head down as he answered, the woman that was working on him rubbing his shoulders. "Oh, nothing really. At the moment she is getting a full-body wax."

"What?!" I felt my cheeks start to burn at the sound of that, I tried to block out the image of Sunny in her bra.

"Then she will be receiving a facial, manicure and pedicure, then her makeup and hair will be done, and if all goes well we will be seeing her in her Hostess uniform."

"Why does she need a Hostess uniform?"

"Well," interjected the Boss, "tomorrow the guests are expecting her to look her absolute best and her in just the regular school uniform will simply not do. Both Kyoya and I picked out her outfit. She'll look just darling in it."

She sighed, muttering something about Sunny having to go through such useless torment, something that I agreed with. She was just as perfect as Haruhi, and I didn't see any reason for her to do this.

I sighed, trying to block out the sounds of her pain. She's definitely never been waxed in her life, but the yelps didn't sound as painful as they probably should be. She was probably clenching her teeth.

This day was supposed to be for relaxing, but instead I felt all tense. It happened before when I saw a few upperclassmen guys looking in her direction this morning. I felt this nagging ache in my chest, stronger than it was a few days ago. Maybe I should go to the infirmary, something was definitely wrong with me.

I couldn't relax, so I got up from the massage table and decided to go over to the window seat in the corner, mindlessly looking at the view. I beat at my chest, right over my racing heart, wondering why I felt so out of breath and nervous.

I guess I was too tense to hear their approach, but the small poke on my shoulder took me out of my stupor. I yelped in shock, turning to see Sunny in a white silk robe.

"Wow," she remarked. "If I had known that you were going to make such a girlish sound, I wouldn't have sneaked up behind you."

I felt my cheeks get hot, needing to defend myself. "It was not a girlish sound, it was average!"

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that." She had the most cheeky smile on her face as she said this.

"What are you doing out here anyway? I thought you were in the middle of something."

"Yeah, they finished with that part, so they're giving me a break before they start up again. They'll be doing some things to my hair. I asked them to donate any of the hair that they cut off."

"That's really noble of you, Sunny." She shrugged. "How much are they going to cut off?"

"I think it'll be a little past my shoulders, somewhere at the small of my back. And after all that trouble of growing it out."

"You don't look all that upset of getting it cut. "

"I only got it to this length to win a bet, easiest fifty bucks I ever made." My confusion must have shown on my face. "I made a wager with my friend Jamie. We wanted to see who would cave in first and cut their hair first. I obviously won, but I got used to it this length, it was fun to play with it when I was bored. But since it's for a good cause I can part ways with my hair."

"Excuse me, Miss," interrupted a voice. We looked over at a woman, bowing her head down in apology. "Sorry to interrupt, but we are ready for you."

Sunny sighed, getting up from her seat. "Thank you," she said to her before turning back to me. "Hikaru, if I don't make it out alive tell Haruhi and my uncle that I love them," she joked dramatically as she walked away.

I chuckled at her antics, but it was cut short as I realized that she knew who I was without any hesitation. I stared after her in in awe, knowing that I probably looked like an idiot.

About two hours later the seven of us were standing outside the curtains, back in our school uniforms. The women that were working on her said that she was busy changing and with that they all packed up and left. We were impatiently awaiting for Sunny to show up. Why was it that girls took longer to get ready?

"Sun-chan," called out Tamaki, "are you about done?"

"Senpai," she stuttered, poking her head out in between the curtains, her body well hidden, "I don't think this is a good idea. I look like an idiot."

"Nonsense. I'm sure you look just fine."

"This is dumb. I can't walk right in these stupid shoes."

"If you don't come out, we will come in," spoke Kyoya-senpai.

That must have gotten her attention because she flung the curtains open, tentatively taking a few steps out. She was right, the three inch heels were stupid, she put her arms out to keep her balance as she walked.

My gaze went further up. She looked like a doll. She wore a little white dress that stopped mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline. There were small blue flowers scattered around the skirt and she wore a little white coat, covering her back. Her makeup was perfectly done, a nice small blush graced her cheeks and a slight smoky eye that accented her green eyes perfectly, and there was a slight shimmer to her lips. Her golden hair had certainty been tampered with as well.

Her hair part had been moved to the right instead of being on her left side. It cascaded down past her shoulders in beautiful yellow and blue curls. And now she had bangs, they were swept to the right, the ends tucked behind her ear.

"Sun-chan!" hollered Honey-senpai. "You look so adorable!" He took a running leap and jumped right into her arms. He had his legs wrapped around her hips and she automatically wrapped her arms around him to catch him. "You were really cute in the other outfit, but this one takes the cake. By the way, do you want to eat some cake with me?"

"That very nice of you, Honey-senpai," she laughed. "But I don't think it'll be very cute when I fall on my face because of these heels, I don't know how to walk in them."

"That," interjected Kyoya-senpai, "is exactly why we called in a teacher for you."

"A teacher?" she asked in confusion. "I didn't know there was such a person."

And of course, that was when the floor started shaking and the sound a a high-powered motor screeched. It didn't so much as phase us anymore, we've gotten over the shock of Renge's entrances.

"Hello! Renge at your service!" she yelled, jumping down from the platform. "So your the Host Club's new member? It must be such an honor being the first ever girl that joined! If it was me I would just about die from happiness and excitement! I would eat three bowls of rice!"

"Yeah. I'm just oozing with joy at the moment," muttered Sunny sarcastically.

"Let us begin with the lesson. Let's see how well you walk in those shoes and then we can correct any errors." Sunny let Honey down and took a few steps, only for her to trip on the seventh step. Renge's expression was a mixture of disbelief and shock. As Mori and Honey-senpai helped Sunny up, her face turned determined. "Alright, it looks like we'll have a bit more work to do than I thought. But not to worry, with my help you'll be working those heels in no time!"

How was that? Did you get it her middle name is joy and she's oozing it? Huh, huh? It's alright if you don't. Anyway continue to eat chocolate covered strawberries this fine day!