Author's notes: Welcome to this fine fic.
The pairing in this is a (one-sided??) Haruhi x Kyon.
There is also obvious implied Kyon x Mikuru.
It may be a bit OOC. But enjoy it.
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Just One
Haruhi
Why?
He just won't look at me, ever. It's not fair. What do I have? I have nothing. Even though I have my own brigade and I'm the leader, it's just… not fair.
That stupid Kyon. All I can see in his eyes is her. She has him in the palm of her hand.
It's unfair, totally unfair.
She wins. She takes away the one thing that I want. The one thing. I should be winning this competition.
I should win.
Why not? What do I have? It's. Not. Fair. His eyes are always squinting or he rolls them when he stares my way. Then, with a flick of her hand and a soft smile, he can't stare anywhere else. "Kyon-kun…" That defenseless charm. It's not fair.
He never looks at me like that.
He is only concerned with the fact that I don't "cross" the line when dressing her up like a doll. Even when he doesn't intervene, he won't ever look at me anyway. He's her knight in shining armor. Her protector.
That idiot. He's another man. Useless. These feelings are stupid. I don't like it when those "symptoms" of "love" come back.
Men are useless.
Still, I hate her. She's stupid. She has everything she wants. Everything that she doesn't have, she takes and keeps. I hate her. She's so ugly on the inside. Why would anyone even want to look her way? She's not even that cute. But, she still wins, every time. Almost. Every. Time. That stupid, foolish girl.
I hate her.
Her name is Haruhi Suzumiya.
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Poor Haruhi.
I may do Mikuru's side soon. In case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit braindead on the intricate vocabulary at the moment, heh.
The end???
-Love, Akari/Yuriko.