What happens when I watched too much Haruhi Suzumiya? Well, it could be this. This is a story that is based off of the anime called The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (Also known as, Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu). If you haven't watched Haruhi Suzumiya, no worries! The plot is easy to get into, so you can continue reading this story. Alright?

The main pairing is a Heather/Noah/Lindsay love triangle. Other pairings will be revealed when they are introduced.

The cast of characters are as follows: Heather, Noah, Gwen, Lindsay, Duncan, Cody, Ezekiel, Izzy, Beth, Harold, Courtney, Chris McLean, Chef Hatchet, Bridgette, and most likely other TDI characters will be incorporated as well.

A quick note: The story is told in Noah's Point-of-View.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Total Drama series; it is owned by Fresh TV/Cake Entertainment. Neither do I own the plot of Haruhi Suzumiya, it is owned by Kadokawa and Kyo-Ani. Thank you.

Now, without any further adieu: The Melancholy of Heather Suzuki.

Chapter one: The Fine Line Between Fact and Fiction

In this world, there are many trivial things. One of the most trivial things is believing in pure fiction. A prime example: believing in Santa Claus. I bet you're thinking, "Well, surely you believed in Santa Claus when you were younger!" Hah. Well, guess what? You're dead wrong.

Back at the preschool Christmas pageant? Fake. Those Christmas songs about Santa Claus? Just another act of publicity and an act to gain wealth. I guess you could've called me a cynical child, but not much has changed since then. I'm now in high school, and I don't believe in such science fiction.

Unfortunately, in other areas of fiction, it took a lot longer for me to learn that they were fake. You could call this: the fine line between fact and fiction. What did I believe in, you ask? Oh, just aliens, people with psychic capabilities, time travelers, super heroes, super villains… You know. Trivial things. I wished they were real, but easy come, easy go. They don't exist. It would be satisfying if they did, although.

It was then that I became the teenager that I am now. Noah Stone. The tan-skinned, short, dark-brown haired, cynical, studious teenager who now is going to Cliffside High in Muskoka, Ontario-- You know, that sunny region of Canada? Here I am, a freshman in this new world known as high school.

"It's nice to meet you." I boredly stated, as I introduced myself to my homeroom on the first day of school. What a chore. Why should I introduce myself if they were all going to forget my name anyway? So infantile. I sat back down, while the person behind me stood up.

"My name is Heather Suzuki from Railing Junior High. If you're not a human, esper, time traveler, or a slider, then do not speak to me. You are not worthy of my time."

I gazed back at the girl, thinking that this was some kind of joke. She wasn't bad looking at all; one of those stereotypical hot girls, if you ask me. Great. I was sitting behind one of those stuck up snobs. Only, this time with a twist! She was a basket case! This had to be some kind of joke. Sadly, I was wrong.

She was wearing the girl's version of the school uniform-- a white blouse with a blue collar and a blue mini-skirt. The guy's version, that I was wearing (obviously), was a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned blue jacket, and black jeans.

The girl was Japanese in ethnicity. She had long, black hair, and a striking body frame. Yeah, must I repeat myself about the stereotypical hot girl rant? Let's not go that route, shall we? She scanned the room. For a second there, I swore that she was looking right at me, but right as she did, she sat back down.

Everyone stared at her, and the teacher called for the next person to stand up and introduce themselves. Someone named Cody Daniels. Unfortunately, my mind was on that Heather Suzuki. I believed this was a joke. No. She was dead serious.

At lunch, I had talked to Ezekiel, my best friend, about Heather Suzuki. He was just as puzzled as I was. Why was I thinking of some… girl, like I did?

The next day came, and I sat down in my seat in front of the girl. What the hell overcome me? I decided to talk to her? Bad mistake.

"You were kidding about that stuff earlier, right?" I turned around and asked in my usual tone.

"What stuff?" she replied, about as coldly as I had approached her.

"About aliens and whatever."

"Are you an alien?"

Okay, that marked it. She is a basket case. She really was serious about all of that stuff. I finally replied to her seemingly idiotic question.

"No. Do I look like an alien to you?"

"Then don't talk to me, you skeez." her voice was icy and her glare was like daggers. Sheesh, I've never seen someone so… anti-social since… me. Well, I did have Ezekiel, but whatever. Speaking of Ezekiel, he seemed to have made a new friend when I got to our table at lunch. Joy.

"Cody Daniels, right?" I asked, as I sat down next to Ezekiel.

"Right!" Cody grinned a gapped smile at me. "And you're Noah Stone?"

"Correct." I boredly replied as I pulled out a textbook. Nothing better than studying early, huh?

"Cody and I were talking about Heather, eh?" Ezekiel was able to strike up some conversation.

"Joy." I rolled my eyes. "Which one of you two have a crush on her?"

"Ezekiel thinks that you do." Cody smiled coyly at me.

I think I shot Cody one of the sharpest glares I have ever shot anyone. Why would I like Heather? I hardly knew the girl, aside from her being a basket case and that she had a nice body. …Did I just think that? A sigh escaped my lips, and I finally plead my case to my new acquaintance.

"I don't like her. I don't go for the lunatics." Yeah, that worked.

"I'm just saying." Cody shrugged, taking a bite of his lunch. "If you ever did like her, give it up. I went to the same middle school as she did. She's one strange bird."

"Like her class introduction, eh?" Ezekiel asked the other brunette teen.

"Yep." Cody nodded. "She did a lot of crazy things back in middle school. Like, the Campus Ground Graffiti Incident."

"I'm sure I'm going to regret asking," I muttered to Cody. "but what's the Campus Ground Graffiti Incident? Wasn't that in the newspaper?"

"Correct, Noah, my man." I rolled my eyes at Cody calling me 'his man'. "You know that device that makes white lines on a baseball field? Someone used it to draw a pictograph on the school grounds."

"She did it, huh?" I asked, smirking slightly.

"She claimed that she did." Cody just nodded and shrugged. "Like this one time? We showed up to class one morning to find all the desks of homeroom out in the hall.

"Then there was the time that she drew stars on the ceiling of science class. She even placed talismans in every single locker! Like, voodoo talismans. Why did she do it? No one knows."

I thought to myself, "How long is he going to drone on and on?" We get it. She's a lunatic. Sadly, he wasn't finished quite yet.

"She is popular, however." Cody contradicted. "As you can see, she's quite a looker."

I rolled my eyes at the coy chuckle he added onto that sentence. So, she's alien obsessed and Cody thinks she's hot. Maybe Cody's the crazy one here.

"She's also very athletic." Cody nodded a couple of times. "Smart, too. Gets good grades and whatever. When she's quiet, you can't tell that she's a freak. People even mistake her for being a queen bee."

"Are there any stories about that?" Ezekiel asked, finally breaking Cody's long monologue.

"About being a queen bee?" Cody pondered. "Nothing important. She does however, have an interesting dating streak. Her longest relationship? A week. The shortest? Five minutes."

Seriously, does he ever shut up? I found myself looking at the brunette very incredulously. How did he know so much about Heather, anyway?

"…Not that I stalk her or anything!" Cody quickly defended. "Back on topic, Noah, you need to just back away slowly. Give it up."

"Nice story." I rolled my eyes. "But there's nothing to give up on. Not interested."

Later that day, every freshman-- boy and girl, had P.E. I really hate P.E. On top of that, sports aren't my forte. What's the use in overexerting yourself for nothing? Just idiotic nonsense.

The guys were sitting back as the girls ran around the track. Yeah, let's just have hormones flare while we're at it? Especially Cody's, as he was in the fabulous sport of girl watching. Ezekiel was just silently conversing with me, as I read my book.

"If you ask me," Cody interrupted, pointing at one of the girls. "the hottest girl in class is her."

I looked up from my book to see that my new "friend" was pointing at a tan skinned girl with an athletic body. Her brown hair was shoulder-length, and it appeared that she had onyx colored eyes. She wiped sweat off of her forehead and started conversing with another girl.

"She's at least in the top three hottest girls of our class." Cody continued. "Plus, she's a straight 'A' student. Really nice, too."

"So," I began, raising an eyebrow at the teen sitting on the other side of Ezekiel. "all you do is watch the girls or something? Riveting."

"Oh, yeah!" Not a twinge of embarrassment touched his voice. "I rated them from 'A' to 'D', and memorized the full names of the ones with an 'A' grade. Her name's Courtney Victors."

"And Courtney's an 'A'?" Ezekiel asked.

"That's a double 'A' plus, my friend Ezekiel." Cody corrected, smiling that gap-toothed smile of his.

I rolled my eyes once again, and continued reading my book. It was a collection of poems and sonnets by none other than the great William Shakespeare. An artist in his own right. High-tier, as well. As I read Sonnet 60, I heard a clamor coming from my fellow peers. I lowered the book slightly to see that Heather was running the track.

Okay, I do admit that she is hot. I also admit that she's athletic. I mean, first place against four other athletic girls? One of them being Eva from my old Middle School? …Damn it. And to think that I wasn't interested.

I made sure that Ezekiel and twiddle-dum wasn't watching, and pulled out a notebook from my backpack. After fumbling in the red bag, I soon pulled out a pen, as well. I began to write down an outline. Maybe I could turn this girl into some kind of… cultural experiment.

This was Noah Stone's first mistake. And boy, sometimes do I wish that I ever made it.

What do I mean by that? You'll see. Do I prefer guys? Hell no! Heather Suzuki isn't your average girl, by any means. She is an eccentric being with a supernatural truth that even she doesn't know. Hell, I didn't even know it at the time.

What was she? Well… it contradicts my whole, "I don't believe in the supernatural thing anymore" rant. In fact, let's not spoil the fun, shall we? I won't tell you what Heather Suzuki really is. I'll just say this: she's not your average teenage girl.

By any means whatsoever.

There we go, chapter one! Thankfully, next chapter we'll have more Heather goodness. But this was really a prologue to the madness, alright? Review and send some feedback!


~Raven