Thanksgiving is coming up, and for all my foreign readers it is a day of remembrance and the one time of the year that there is pie in my house. It usually ends with me drawing the shortest straw and sleeping on the couch for about three days. Anyway, I talked to my friend about the next series of events and she called me a jerk for putting you through what's to come, but she did say that I was a fantastic author for being able to tie everything together. Anyway, keep calm and #fanfictionismyaddiction (motto provided by Animelover0155). I do not own OHSHC.

Hikaru's POV

She tucked her legs under her as we sat down on the leather couch in the livingroom, her pale fingers stroking the necklace around her neck. I reached out a hand and traced the chain with my fingers and when I finally got to her fingers I used my thumb to stroke her hand. I very lightly unclenched her fingers from the chain and took her hand in mine, bringing it to my face. Her hand was so warm against my cheek, radiating all the sunshine that she carried around in her.

I inched my forehead closer to hers, I closed my eyes as I touched them together with a sigh. I wanted to badly to get closer to her, but this wasn't about anything physical, this was about how she was feeling right now. And I will help her in any way that I can.

When I saw the tears running down her face in the kitchen just now, I was starting to break. So different than the first day we met, the first time we talked about her scars, she didn't allow a single tear to fall. But this time was completely different, there were actual tears now, and she feels comfortable enough to let me wipe her tears away and to share her pain with me. There was no way I was ruining this moment just because I wanted to kiss her.

Her hand was still at my face when I finally opened my eyes. I inhaled and lingered longer than I thought was polite, but she put her other hand at my face, keeping me there when I tried to move away. "Just a little while longer, please," she whispered. I made a small nod against her forehead, the closeness making me swallow hard. "You smell like salt water and sunscreen."

"Yeah, sorry," I said. "I took a bath earlier but I guess it didn't wash all of the smell off. I guess I smell really bad." I turned a little red at this confession. Here I was, finally able to hold her, and I smelled like something that was fished out from the ocean. I let go of her hand, giving her the chance to move away but she instead dug her face into the crook of my neck.

"No, it's the best smell in the world," she whispered against my neck. Her words were cold against my neck, making me shiver. She was quiet for a minute, gathering up her nerve to talk I think. The next thing I knew, she crawled her way into my lap. I was too stunned to do or say anything as she swung her legs over me and positioned her head on my chest, right over my racing heart. "Is it alright if I do this?" she asked quietly, curling up into herself.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered. For a long while I was too stiff to do anything but sit there but after a while I felt her shivering, so I wrapped my arms around her. "Stay there for as long as you want," I said. I had only just noticed that she was wearing purple silk pajama pants with the top unbuttoned revealing a white tank top. "Where would you like to start?" I asked, desperately needing to distract myself from her being in my arms.

"I wonder," she mused, "if I would have been like you or Kaoru if my sister was still alive."

"You had a sister?"

"I used to. She died seven months after I was a year old. We were twins but she was born prematurely and I was born three months after, her immune system wasn't as strong as mine and when we both got sick… I was the only one to pull through. I don't remember her, but I've seen pictures of her. She was so tiny compared to me and didn't develop as quickly, I was able to walk and talk before her. I wonder about her a lot. How she would have turned out, if she would have been the one to protect me or if I was to protect her. I see that with you and your brother, I'm really jealous of you two. This strong sense of family and love between the two of you, I wish I had a chance to have that with Natsumi." She sniffled against my chest. "But I never will."

"I'm here for you," I comforted, rocking her back and forth. "Let it all out." And she did, but only a bit louder than she had on New Year's Eve, quiet but progress nonetheless. Once she was done she quietly pressed her ear to my chest. "What's your happiest memory," I asked.

"I remember the first time I saw snow," she said, her voice getting a far off tone to it. "It was the Christmas after I turned five, mine and A.J.'s family went to Palm Springs to go up to the mountains. I was so scared of the ride up in the little box that I held onto A.J. the whole time. But once we broke through the mist, I saw it. It was so white and puffy, the first thing I did when we stopped at the top was run for the doors to the outside. There wasn't snow immediately, but there was some ice on the way down path but then we got to the bottom of the path. The pine trees were so tall and there was snow everywhere." There was a smile on her face when I looked down at her.

"That sounds like a good memory," I murmured.

"It was more than good," she said, "it was the best." She was so relaxed at this point that she snuggled deeper into me, making me squirm more. "What's your happiest memory?"

I sighed, thinking about what would be the best way to explain a bad part of my life, but the most influential in mine and Kaoru's life. "I wouldn't exactly call it happy, but me and Kaoru have lived with that memory for most of our life, up until the boss recruited us to join the club. About ten or so years ago, there was this maid who worked in our mansion, she wouldn't suck up to us like everyone else would. She was a… playmate in a way, but one night we saw her trying to break into our family's safe. Instead of turning her in right away, we created the game that we still play during club hours."

"The one where the girls try to figure out which one is you," she said, a flash behind her eyes figuring out the situation in her mind.

"We were spoiled brats, I guess," I continued, "trying to play one last game to stall her escape. We offered her the combination to the safe, but only if she was able to figure out which twin was which." I paused, needing a few seconds to sort things out in my head. She must have sensed what was coming next, what the painful outcome was, because she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. "She agreed, but almost immediately she broke her promise. When we asked why she did it, she said that she couldn't possibly tell the difference between the two of us and that there probably never will be someone who could. She ran off after that, didn't get too far though and got caught quickly though. We learned that night that if a person couldn't tell us apart, then they were untrustworthy. We've lived with that mind set for so long that we haven't allowed anyone to get close to us."

There were a few seconds of silence, but she hugged me tighter. "Tamaki-senpai was able to break through to us, and along came Haruhi. We changed how we saw the world when she came into ours. I remember thinking that there was still hope when she was able to differentiate us, and so elated at the time."

"She's special," Sunny said. She loosened her hold and let go of me, sitting up straight in my lap. "I can see that the both of you hold her in the highest pedestal possible in your eyes. Please know that she is completely trustworthy and that she would never hurt you and Kaoru."

"Yes, she is," I agreed. I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so I could look right into her eyes. "So are you. I trust you, too."

She gave me a sad smile. "You trust me too much. Even if I don't mean to, I'll end up hurting you. I won't allow myself to do that to either you or your brother, I'll ruin everything if you try to get too close to me."

I shook my head with determination, trying to get her to understand. "I don't believe that," I said, feeling like I've repeated that a hundred times. She opened her mouth to argue more, but I cut her off before she could say anything. "I mean it," I said more firmly. "You can tell me again and again that you think that you're bad luck, but I will never believe it. Not in a hundred years will I want to stay away from you, Sunlight."

She didn't say anything, tears filling her eyes as she listened. She blinked hard, hot tears escaping from the corner of her eyes, and she tried to get up to escape, but I wouldn't let her get away, not this time. I pulled her to me, pinning her against the bottom couch cushions. She was trapped between my knees and my arms, she soon saw that I meant to get her listen to me and that she could still escape if she wanted to. But she chose to relax and she let it happen, not seeing me as a threat.

"Do you trust me?" I asked. She processed this and nodded. "Then trust me when I say this: I will not leave you. All too quickly, you've come to be very important to me, Sunlight."

There was a flash from a camera that interrupted the mood and then a word from the perpetrator. "He's right you know, it took less than three months for him to fall in love with you," interrupted someone. It startled me so badly that I lost my balance and fell off the couch, nearly banging my head on the corner of the coffee table in front of the couch. The breath was knocked out of me as I landed on my chest. I pushed up with my arms and leaned back on my knees to look up into Kyoya's glassy gaze. Figures he would ruin something like this.

"Can we help you, Senpai," asked Sunny, sounding as ticked off as I felt.

"Sorry for interrupting you but I want to go over your routine for next week," he continued.

"What about it? I know the music and the words to the song, what else could there possibly be?!" She sounded exasperated. She had the right to feel as such because for most of the morning as she was making the cheesecake you could hear her singing and humming the tune over and over. She practiced so much that she could perform it in her sleep.

"Costumes and the musical dance number," he said. Sunny raised her eyebrows and got a shocked expression on her face.

"You don't mean…" she trailed off, falling back against the cushions with a heavy sigh. "I thought we already covered that. You already had me measured and that I would be sitting down with my girls when I did the song."

"Yes, but that was before Tamaki insisted on a longer skirt and with more layers to the dress. And instead of you just performing for your clients, you'll perform at the very start of the club for everyone to see. It'll be a dance with multiple partners, so as soon as we get back, we must start practicing."

She tried to rub the sleep and irritation from her eyes and thought to herself for a few seconds. "Okay, thank you for informing me about this, but this sounds like something that could have waited until morning. When everyone else was awake at a reasonable hour. Why are you telling me this now, Senapi?"

"You're right, this could have waited until morning but I saw a photo opportunity and a just had to take it," he informed us, getting a smirk to his face. She got a deadly look to her face, warning others of her temper.

"Good night, Senapi. Sleep tight, I hope the bedbugs bite," she said sweetly. And with that he took his leave. I still don't know how it's possible for her to go toe to toe with him on a daily basis. Sometimes their discussions got so heated that me and everyone else had to take cover. As third in her class, she had the intelligence to talk of other things with him, but her people skills and adorable ways just drew people toward her. Despite her AB blood.

"Now," she said, turning to me, "where were we before we were so rudely interrupted? And before you ended up on the floor?" She laughed at my situation, her green eyes sparkling. "Oh, yes. I remember." She outstretched her hand to grab a fistful of the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her. It was longer than any of our other kisses and it was so much better because she was the one that initiated the kiss. Our lips opened to one another and it didn't take long for me to respond to her. I reached out with both my hands and framed her face, her skin hot under my fingers.

Without breaking away from her, I got up and on the couch next to her. When it was time to come up for air, we were both gasping for breath. We didn't move away from each other right away, our lips still touching, but not close enough. I wanted to kiss her again but I settled with connecting our foreheads together, feeling her against me.

She whispered something but her voice broke, and she took a deep breath and cleared her throat. "I trust you more than I can bare, Hikaru. I want to be with you, but at the first sign of trouble, I'm breaking away. I meant what I said about not wanting to hurt you."

"Does this mean you'll give me a chance?" I asked, hope flooding my voice. She nodded against my forehead and snuck in to give me a quick peck on the lips. I could feel her smile against my mouth and that started to get to me, the corners of my lips perking up.

"If that's what you want," she said meekly. There was an endearingly shy tone to her voice and I melted just a bit more.

"I'd like that very much, Sunlight."

I've been talking with one of my artistic friends about drawing Sunny, calling in a solid, which she will most likely abuse and use against me. I've asked her to read the story and draw her interpretation of her Sunny, but I will be there to decide if that is the Sunlight I imagined or not. Can you believe that I've been writing this for almost a year now?! I'm so excited to continue writing this you guys!