Sorry! I was trying to figure out how to end the chapter and how it would all tie together! I do not own OHSHC.

Sunny's POV

The last of the guests had just filtered out of the school towards their awaiting limos. They were most likely on their way to their family's Christmas party and mingle with their relatives.

Kyoya-senpai ordered me not to help the staff and that they would be able to handle things on their own. I didn't even try to argue with him, much too tired to try to pick a fight with him.

I turned over to Haruhi. "We better be leaving soon, before the snow starts to fall harder," I mumbled, yawning. After the first two weeks of being here I had gotten over the time-zone change, but even that couldn't aide me in fighting off everyday exhaustion. "I'm gonna go and change out of this, I'm starting to feel a chill." I heard her reply but I couldn't make it out. I just nodded and walked away, shimmying up the stairs and through the maze of hallways.

I shut the door behind me, tugging down the zipper, only for it to stop after a few inches at the middle of my back. My drowsiness was immediately swept away, widening my eyes in panic as I tugged at the zipper more franticly. I tried to calm myself as I pulled the zipper back up and slowly back down, only for it to stop again. I left the zipper alone, I closed my eyes as I banged my head against the wall in frustration, I cringed as my forehead connected with the wall. I'm such an idiot to have forgotten about the injury I got just thirty minutes ago.

When I heard the club door creek open, my eyes shot open. I held the bust of the dress against me as I peeked out of the dressing room, only for me to bang my head, again, against the doorway. "Of course, it just had to be you, Hikaru," I muttered at him.

He gave me a confused look, mixed with a bit of hurt in his eyes. "I'm sorry?" he said, not sure as to why I was so upset. "Haruhi sent me to come and get you, the car just pulled up."

"Car?"

"Haruhi told you that we offered to give you two a ride home and you accepted. You've been up here for about ten minutes, what's the problem?"

I lowered my head in shame as I explained. "My zipper's stuck." I laughed a little to make the awkward lighter. I raised my head a little to make eye-contact with him, pleading. "I need help." The awkward that was already in the air just went up ten times when I said.

He was quiet for a few seconds with a blank look on his face, as if I was talking another language, which I was (for me at least), but that's besides the point. "What?"

"Are you really gonna make me repeat myself? It's embarrassing enough as it is," I hissed at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, his voice dripping in syrupy-sweet sarcasm, "I didn't realize that you were the only one allowed to feel embarrassed here."

I banged the side of my head against the door frame, being careful not to make my injury worse. "Can you just help me or do I have to go downstairs and get Kyoya-senpai, the only other person who knows about my secret, to do it instead?" That got his attention, I wasn't sure if it was that he didn't want him near me or if he didn't want me near him. Either way, it made him close the club door behind him and make his way over to the dressing room that I was in.

I scooted out of the way so he could come in, after he entered I shut the door and locked it. I kept my eyes to the floor as I turned around to show him the zipper. I thought that I heard him swallow, it practically echoed in the quiet room, just a second before I felt his hands messing around with the zipper. For some reason he thought it would be less awkward to start a conversation during this.

"So..." he started, making the word sound five seconds longer than it should be, "about what happened..." He left that sentence hanging there for a while, probably expecting me to try to add to it, I didn't. It was my turn to swallow, but it was much quieter than his, my face got hot just thinking about the incident. I just hope that the back of my neck didn't turn red too. "I'm... sorry," he sputtered. "It's not like I wanted that to happen like that, it wasn't my intention." Just as he finished, he tugged the zipper down all the way to my waist. I felt his fingers linger on my skin, only for him to pull himself away, as if he was just stung. "It seems to have healed a lot, it's just a faint pink now, should start to fade soon," he was just stuttering at this point and then he stopped.

For some reason, instead of the relief that I was expecting, I felt sadness and rejection. I felt like crying. I never thought that I would get kissed while still in high school, much less by accident in another country. I remember me explaining to Jamie that when I actually experienced my first kiss that it would be something special. That both me and the guy would want it to happen and that there wouldn't be any regret whatsoever afterwards. She had a good laugh and told me that I could just as easily play a game of spin-the-bottle. But this seemed like light years ago, and boy was I wrong about that fantasy.

Here the guy, Hikaru, was apologizing for something that should never have happened. He had nothing to be sorry about, it was me who lured him into such a situation and was just unlucky to have gotten dragged into it, literally. I seem to have that effect on people, bringing bad luck to those around me. At least that's what the rumors at my old high school and the parents of my best friends said.

But this was all besides the point, I'm the one at fault here, so it should be me to fix this.

I thought it was best to say something at this point. I cleared my throat, knowing that my voice would croak otherwise. "Thank you," I said, "for keeping this quiet for as long as you've have. It's come to the point where I can actually trust you, but you don't have to be involved with me any more than you have to if you don't want to. And about the... you know, I want to forget it as much as you do. We can call it even and forget the whole incident, what do you say?"

I decided to turn around to face him then, keeping the bust of the dress in place with one arm and holding out the other. I looked him in the eye and saw that he gave the hand I offered an uncertain look and then looked back at me. My hand hovered in the air for about a minute until he decided to reach his own hand out. Instead of shaking my hand, he linked our hands and intertwined our fingers.

This startled me, not at all seeing it coming. He took a step closer to me and lowered his head. He didn't kiss me on the lips like I had thought at first, but put his lips to my forehead instead. My jaw dropped, but I quickly picked it back up.

He smirk down at me, leaning his forehead down until it touched mine. It stung a bit but I was in too much in shock to notice it. "Yeah," he agreed, "we can call it even, for now. Hurry up and change." And with that, he turned and went out the door.

After the door shut I flung myself at it and locked it behind me, after that I put my back to it and slide down the door in disbelief. I let myself freak out for a few more seconds, and after I realized that this actually happened, I picked myself up off the floor. I mechanically changed into denim jeans, boots, and black turtleneck.

A few weeks ago I realized that the clothes that Uncle got me were completely different than Haruhi's. While the ones he got her were pretty, frilly he bought me clothes that came in darker hues and a bit on the mature side. I think he realized that I was no longer the little girl I used to be and that he took it upon himself to get me to start dressing like a woman.

I remember when I turned fourteen and my dad saw that I was taking an interest in V-neck shirts and began experimenting with makeup. He then showed much concern that I would soon start to turn into a regular American teenager. I then told him that that would be the least of his worries and that he should be more worried when I would be going off to college.

He calmed down a bit, but said that he would have a hard time letting me go. He worried, it was his thing. He worried that I would grow up too quickly. My mother, however, wasn't so concerned. She encouraged me to do things, the very one that took me out to learn to surf and dragged me out to take dance lessons. Long story short, without her harassing me out of the house, I wouldn't have much of a life.

I went out to the front of the school, wrapping my neck up in a red scarf, looking around to see Haruhi or the twins, but nothing. It was still snowing and after looking around to make sure that no one was around, I was gonna make the most of this.

I cartwheeled under the falling flakes, on not so slippy concrete. I ran around, voicing my joy in the form of multiple "whoops!". I fell back onto an ever growing pile of snow, wanting to make my first snow angle of the season, laughing. But as I moved my arms and legs, I heard someone else's laughter joining mine.

I sat up, embarrassed, but when I looked around, I didn't see any one from the group, it was someone else. I was him! A jolt of surprise flooded me, he wasn't supposed to be here, not Japan of all places!

Amusement danced across his face by my antics, making my chest ache as I realized how much I missed him. Tears filled my eyes, as I picked myself up from the snow, frantically running towards him. Needing to be in his arms.

He dropped whatever bag he was carrying, spreading his arms wide, ultimately enveloping me in his strong arms.

The moment was over when we heard a someone pointedly clearing their throat, we broke apart, seeing a mixture of surprise, curiosity, but I could have swore I saw hurt and anger in Hikaru's expression.

How was that?