Well, here it is. I hope you guys like it, it's my 1st Haruhi Suzumiya fanfic. :D
"I do believe I've got you in check."
Koizumi gave his ominous, trademarked smile. It was hard to take him seriously since he was smiling all the time, just his stare gave off a perplexing aura only sensible in RPG games. Or maybe he was getting lucky? I moved my king to the left. I was currently sitting in the SOS Brigade's club room, laying out my next move on the battlefield of black and white placed in front of me. There were already many chess pieces laying on either side of the board of both colors. I supposed I that I was going to claim victory in this match. It made me feel like Napoleon Bonaparte.
Asahina was in her usual, frilly maid costume brewing up some of her special tea. It made me feel somewhat melancholic and unworthy to have such an angel descend from Heaven and upon Earth to brew delicious, warm tea for me and only me. It was comforting to know that no matter how disgusting the tea leaves were, Asahina could always brew it into a heavenly elixir.
Nagato was sitting behind Koizumi, slightly to the right, I could only see half of her face from the current angle, and could only make out the title of the fiction novel she was digging in to based on the first few letters of every line in it. It was a Russian copy of The Phantom of the Opera. Wait, wasn't that just a play?
Our 'eccentric Brigade Chief' that I was forced to blindly and unwillingly follow every day was sitting behind the computer she stole from the Computer Society. Haruhi Suzumiya. As I peered on through the window, I noticed how beautiful of a day it was, making now one of the times I wished I was the athletic type. I wouldn't mind at all sitting outside for an hour or two as well. Why doesn't Haruhi go out for sports and stick with one, she would obviously make it onto any school sport she tried out for.
The club room was as silent as the ocean in the night after Titanic had taken its final breath of air before plunging into the abyss. I soon snapped out of my surreal state once Koizumi leaned forward and place his index finger on his pawn, he examined around the board intently with his other hand scratching his chin. I wish he would make his move already, it wasn't the most exhilerating to have to watch Koizumi give out the same gesture after every time I moved one of the pieces of plastic on the board. He moved his pawn up two spaces and then sat there for a second or two. He finally took his finger off of the pawn. I contemplated on his move and noticed that he left his queen in the open for me to take with ease, was he planning something? I took his queen with my knight and finished my move, the knight was on a clear path for his king.
"Check."
The little man inside my head that wanted victory through every competative aspect was happy. Koizumi checked out the board and his eyebrows rose as he began to scratch his chin again.
"My, my, I didn't even see that coming."
Well, you deserve it for dragging me into your Hell-hole situations, your tricks won't work on me. I turned right and noticed that Haruhi was staring intently at me with her head rested on her hands, she had a very mischievous look on her face. The thousand-Watt smile on her face implied that she was on the brink of a finding the solution to world hunger, although reality is never as promising, I should know as much. She leaned back up and placed her hands on her lap, then snapped her fingers.
"I've got it!"
Got what?
"I know what we'll do tomorrow!"
That's right, I forgot that she's been planning to give us an afternoon of 'fun activities' since about two weeks ago; a freshman had walked into the club room and took a look around. He had an odd style of hair that made me think of the events that occured on September the Eleventh in the United States. It was every bit as awful as previously depicted. I see the guy time to time in the hallways, but nothing else to report. "This looks boring", he calmly stated before he turned around and shut the door behind him. Haruhi was so infuriated after his statement that she made it her life goal to ruin this man's life. I can't blame Haruhi, I would be angry too if an anonymous person walked in my club room, said that, and then walked off. Well, scratch that, I can blame Haruhi, she obviously brings some of these occurances on herself.
"He was a chauvinist pig!"
"In all fairness, I really don't believe it matters anymore."
"You're going to let him get away with insulting your Brigade Chief? How dare you, Kyon!"
Haruhi's aura was overwhelming, I will not be defeated by this monstrosity, I have to retaliate. Viva La Revolución!
"Even if we do something fun or unusual, it's not like anybody would notice. Even more so, it's not like that guy would catch our activities and want to join."
I really don't think anybody would want to join if they discovered what sorts of 'activites' the SOS Brigade engages in. Haruhi gave me a disgruntled look. The way her hair caressed her face reminded me of a jellyfish swimming through the icy-cold waters of the deep ocean. Maybe I'm going off the deep end with these hair analogies. Of course a jellyfish and Haruhi have a similar personality, if I had to say which animal Haruhi was most like. Saying Haruhi is like a specific animal is a bit of an understatement, she is an animal in general. Haruhi clicked a few more times on the computer screen and then stood up.
"Whatever, I'm going home."
I watched as she grabbed her books and made her way toward the door. It was hard not to look at Haruhi from behind, she's a well-endowed girl. She closed the door behind her and I waited until I could no longer hear her footsteps down the hallway. The open windows to the club room let in a light breeze from time to time that felt extremely pleasing during the summer but would feel insanely petrifying during the winter. Heading home sounded like a good idea, so I too stood up.
"I'm leaving as well."
I took a long, drawn-out stretch as I got up from my chair, letting out a sigh of antipathy toward the hike down home. Finally, I made my way to the door. I can safely say I was going to become the victor in the game of chess against Koizumi anyway, it's not like he could suddenly make a comeback with only three pawns left and his king. Anyway, the entire walk home felt different from the usual, I can't explain why, but I felt an abnormality. Around half way home, it began to drizzle. The rain gradually increased until it was raining cats and dogs, not literally, Haruhi would've gone insane if that was happening. When I finally arrived at my house, it was fairly late, I took off my wet shoes and rain coat, concentrating on not dripping too much water on the wooden floor. I checked the clock beside the front door as I began to walk toward my bedroom. Damn, it's late, I only have thirty minutes left to finish homework, eat, and get ready for bed.
My sister ran in my room occasionally asking for a pencil, which made me feel like a British citizen constantly being air-raided by the Germans. I was forced to let her use my pencil by my Mom who was shouting from downstairs, telling me to let her use it, the entire inquisition was a bit unneeded. I was left there with no pencil for five minutes, three times. Don't we have any other pencils downstairs she can use, I'm pretty sure there's some in the kitchen. Anyway, I finished my homework so late that I only had six hours of sleep to fill in.
That night I had the worst nightmare I've ever had. I was standing on a street in the rain somewhere in town and I saw a large pillar of smoke and debree rising from one house. I ran to that specific house and realized that it was completely on fire. Where was the fire department? I called for help but nobody was in the general area, I doubt there was anybody in town at all in my dream. The dream must have started in rather close proximity to the time my alarm clock goes off, because I didn't even get to see what became of the house. It was an intriguing dream, to say the least, rather than an unpleasant one, although it did have some scary aspects.
The hike to school the next morning was two times as tiring as usual due to my lack of sleep last night and less than memorable. Shouldn't six hours be enough time to wake up refreshed? I began to wonder if I was going to have to pay off my sleep debt in class today. Taniguchi and I met up and talked the whole way to school, I decided to tell him about my dream.
"Wow, that sounded like a bizarre dream."
Yeah? It was.
"I heard that when people have a dream about something burning, their house is on fire."
"Well I'm glad it didn't. Don't throw these unwanted worries on me."
"Hey man, just saying. Maybe you could've gotten a nice, new house!"
He slapped me lightly on the back of my head after this statement, messing up the hair in that location. I gave him an intentional 'displeased' look. I hope he gets the message.
"You know, I took ten minutes on my hair this morning."
"Yeah? That's nothing! I take like twenty every morning!"
That's understandable, seeing as your hair looks like it needs a lot more work in the morning than that kid with the ridiculous hair dew from a few weeks ago. Speaking of that, I wonder what Haruhi has set up for us today as our 'fun activity'. Not knowing what that maniac is planning made me feel like a Persian warrior forced to walk around the cliff and find three hundred Spartans waiting for me.
"You have normal hair, Kyon, unlike me. My hair needs gel and attention!"
"Your hair wouldn't need gel if you gave it a chance. I feel sorry for your hair, it can't emerge from that battle ship hull-thick layer of gel you apply to it every day."
Taniguchi gave off a grin to this easily recognizable retort. Does he laugh at insults as well as jokes?
"Maybe I'll try that one of these days."
Taniguchi and I continued conversing about trivial topics until about three-fourths of the way up the steep incline to school when Kunikida walked up from a side road and joined our miniature posse. The rest of the way to school, Kunikida was staring at the girl who was walking in front of us. She had a ponytail and a cute, blue ribbon to hold it up. Why doesn't Haruhi wear ponytails anymore? Even better, Ms. Asahina! The thought of Ms. Asahina with a ponytail again gave me a warm feeling.
After we entered the school, Taniguchi and Kunikida began to walk toward their lockers, which just so happened to be right beside each other on the other side of the locker area. I opened my locker and stuffed my shoes inside while concentrating on keeping the incident involving Asakura out of my mind. It gave me the goose-bumps, you just can't forget about an occurrence like that. Afterwards, Taniguchi, Kunikida, and I made our way up to the classroom where we spend hours sitting in the same place, daily. Big fun. I slid open the traditional Japanese-styled door to the classroom but to my surprise, Haruhi wasn't sitting in her seat, she wasn't even there at all. That's odd, Haruhi not at school? If her super-sized energy level can be drained so much by disease that she has to stay home, then maybe she is just a normal, high school girl after all. I walked over to my desk and set my book bag's strap on the convenient handle on the side of the desk. After a few minutes of contemplation, the teacher finished fiddling around with the papers on his desk and stood up. The teacher was a bit of a pseudo-anglicist, he used many words from different languages during class that were understandable to people only like Nagato and himself. You can speak normally, try it. He walked to the middle of the front of the classroom and began to speak.
"Haruhi Suzumiya will not be attending class for the next day or two due to a terrible misfortune last night when her house caught on fire from as of yet unknown origins."
Oh my God, what? Did he just say what I think he said? This can't be happening, somebody wake me up. Wait, didn't I have a dream of that last night? Yeah, I did, damn it! There were many whispers and light gasps from around the class, some of the students decided to turn around and look at me. They gave me a look that was a mix of 'you did this' and 'I feel sorry for you'. Taniguchi and Kunikida decided to throw these weightful stares on me as well. I don't need your thoughts, turn back around, please.
"Don't worry, her and her parents are both safe and sound. Like I said, she'll be back in class within the next day or two, but if you wish to know any details, read the school paper."
This is unbelievable, I need to find Haruhi after school.
After class, I made it my duty to find Haruhi. I searched all over town and inquired about the owners of the neighboring houses as to where Haruhi and her parents moved to stay. It wasn't too hard to find Haruhi's house location seeing as it was all over the newspapers, almost like an RPG game where you have to find a certain power-up, but there are villagers shouting out where it is located. An old man living to the right of Haruhi's burned-down house in a traditional-styled Japanese home sympathetically informed me that Haruhi and her parents had moved in with one of Haruhi's father's friends until their house was finished being re-built. The man kindly gave me their address on a ripped piece of paper and I began to walk away from his house. I looked down to see where the address was. What the-, Really? Haruhi's new address was directly across the street from my house, what are the chances of that happening? Maybe the old man got it wrong.
I made my way back to my house, stopped outside the front gate, and took a look over at the location the address on the paper supplied. There was a large moving van outside of the house with a few men dressed in gray work uniforms taking boxes of items and conveying them from the back of the van to the front door of the house. I yearned for an explanation, so I decided to walk over to the neighboring house and see if I could find Haruhi or her parents. This is really weird. I got over to the back of the van and saw a man at the front door. He didn't look like he was one of the movers due to the fact that he had a business suit on, otherwise he didn't look too promising. Although I had decided that his general stature and complexion seemed enough when it came down to gathering information on the whereabouts of the Suzumiyas.
"Excuse me, are the Suzumiyas here?"
The tall, suited man turned around and examined me for a second. He had short, dark hair and hazel eyes and he was a pretty pale person, if you ask me. It wouldn't have been so awkward if he didn't examine my lower areas for a while longer than anywhere else. Maybe I was just paranoid.
"Yes, I'm David Suzumiya. May I ask who you are?"
Wow, David? An American, huh? Wait, did he say Suzumiya? This is Haruhi's father? The man looked bulky enough to be such a girl's father. I wouldn't want to 'disagree' with a man like that. I decided to continue on my quest for information while I muddled through my thoughts.
"Haruhi Suzumiya knows me as Kyon. I go to the same school as her, is she here by any chance?"
This man might only know that idiom-of-a-name from Haruhi, it's probably the only way he would. I probably shouldn't be spreading my nickname to him as well. I guess I've gotten used to it by now, maybe I should change my legal name to that? That would be pointless.
"Sorry, no. She left with my wife to buy some things in town."
Buy things? I've never known Haruhi to be the 'shopping' type, but I guess it makes sense, I've rarely ever seen Haruhi outside of school.
"Oh, alright then. Could you tell her I stopped by?"
"Sure."
The rather thick and tall man reached out his hand to entice me into shaking it. So this is an American hand shake? I decided it would promote the best outcome to shake his hand. His hand was like a thick vise grip that wouldn't let go until you gave in under its tremendous pressure, he was definitely the 'leader type', judging by this trait.
"See you later."
"Same to you."
Yep, he's definitely American, I would've never thought one of Haruhi's parents was American, maybe her Mom has had a divorce before. I doubt it.
I finished my homework with twenty minutes left to spare that night, it was dark by then. I read a magazine until it was time for me to get some rest. I was already going to bed thirty minutes earlier in hopes of fetching back the sleep I lost the previous night, I should have enough time to read a bit too, right? I turned out my bed stand lamp and began to fall to sleep, I can only imagine what kind of insanity will arouse from this entire situation. Oh boy…
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