The snow fell because I wanted it to. Or at least that's what they thought. You see, the rest of the brigade think I'm some sort of powerful being, which is ridiculous. When told this, I immediately ran out of the classroom where we gathered. Even though it was unbearably cold, I stood there in the hallway, in shock. I don't know how long I stood there, just that I was freezing with each passing second. Suddenly, I heard the click of the door opening, and warm arms wrapped around me from behind. I smiled inwardly, but my instincts told me to keep a serious face. I leaned backwards into the broad chest behind me.

"K-Kyon…" I started. "Is it true?"

There was silence. And then, "I'm not sure."

I tilted my head up to look into the warm eyes of my first brigade member. "I… I don't want to be God…"

The arms around me held my body tighter, and I realized that I was no longer cold. "I don't care what you are," Kyon's soothing voice whispered into my ear.

Those words sent shivers up my back. I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing. I turned around, facing the person that I had longed for all this time, the person who was always there, no matter what I did. I looked into the soft brown eyes with a pleading look, or that's what he said when he later describes the moment to me.

"H-help me, Kyon," I stuttered, hating how I sounded so weak. "I want… no, I need your help."

The arms that were still holding me released me from their warm grasp, and Kyon backed up, looking at me with warm eyes. "Of course I'll help you," he said kindly, leaning forward to kiss me full on the lips.

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My day didn't get that much better afterwards. In fact, it stayed the same, boring classes that seemed to go on forever. I found it hard to stay awake in history, our last class of the day. My eyelids kept drooping, but I was kept awake by the mere thought that Kyon was right in front of me, going through the same torment, although probably absorbing even less of the class then me. Finally, class ended, and I stood up, stretching my hands towards the ceiling and yawning out loud.

Kyon turned to look at me, eyes almost smiling. "Shall we go to the club room?" he asked. I noticed that he had already packed up his notebook, pencil case and textbook. I shook my head. "I don't want to have a meeting today," I said, then shyly added, "Will you go out with me?"

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*Kyon POV*

I certainly had not expected to consist of a date with Haruhi Suzumiya, but that's what it was. It's strange how one's plans can change so suddenly like that. We both walked to the nearby city, ignoring all the people who stared, Taniguchi in particular. I looked pointedly away, as we finally were safe from all the stares of the people in our school, and had arrived at Haruhi's house.

We stopped by for a moment, although she didn't let me in. No surprise there. After five minutes standing outside in complete boredom, Haruhi finally marched out, looking the same as she did five minutes before. I looked over at her, trying to keep my expression warm and kind, but I had a feeling that it kept on slipping towards the 'I'm bored when will this end' face.

The classmate that I had sat in front of for about a year already grasped my wrist tightly with her smaller hand and looked up at me, eyes sparkling with a new kind of light that normally would have turned me on, but I was still kind of bored, and wasn't excited by her looks in the slightest way.

She pulled me over to a small café nearby, almost flinging me into a booth upon our arrival and stealing two menus from a passing by waitress. Sighing, I quickly apologized to her.

"Sorry," I said, putting my hand up.

She smiled, turning around, looking very smart in her black and white uniform. "It's quite alright," she said, her face looking as if it would explode with kindness. This sparked a glare from Haruhi, and the waitress quickly left, peeking over her shoulder as she went to stand at the doorway to greet new customers.

I looked over at Haruhi. Great, I thought. I can't even tell if she's mad at me or just being her usual stubborn self. Whatever… Without asking if I was done or not, Haruhi waved over another worker, this time a waiter, and barked out her orders at him, then dismissing him with a wave of her hand, without asking if I wanted anything or not. I looked over at her. Of course, I knew exactly what would make her her normal self once again.

"So, about this afternoon…" I tried to bring the subject up as subtly as I could.

My words already formed a glare on her face. "Shut up," she said, but I could tell that she wasn't as confident as she sounded, especially since her voice was wavering like hell.

Sighing, I kept on talking. "You…you don't want to be God?"

That made her even angrier. Haruhi slammed her palms down on the table and almost yelled in my face. "Shut. Up. You. Useless. Being!"