Personal Space
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Touma came into first day of class late, wheezing and already exhausted. Even though he had left home early, his constant misfortune had thrown obstacles and distractions until he ended up having to run all the way up the hill to make it on time. That's when he found his school map was still at home, along with his wallet.
As he was catching his breath, it took him a bit to realize that the class was absolutely silent. Not exactly odd with him bursting in like some punk, but everyone was looking at a girl. She looked quite pretty- though he doubted that was why they stared. She was standing imperiously, as if she just made a speech, or perhaps an ultimatum.
What caught him though, was how she stared at him; a predatory hope lit up in her eyes and her serious face unnerved him. Soon enough, the rest of the class followed her gaze to the boy at the front of the room. Awkwardly, Touma raised his hand in a small wave and said, "I'm here." With a glance at the seat assignment, he headed to his desk. The one right behind that girl. Her eyes widened slightly as he walked toward her.
As Touma neared his seat, though, his foot caught on something and with tired legs, he stumbled forward. Unthinking, he grabbed that girl's arm to catch his balance.
As he touched her, her expression took on annoyance then changed to intense confusion. A faint, high-pitched buzz started to rise out the edge of hearing. As Touma started to pull himself upright, the static was quickly deepening and gaining volume. It sounded like crackling ice. The girl started to look panicked as the noise intensified, sounding from everywhere at once.
Jagged lines seemed to appear in Touma's vision as the sound of shattering glaciers pummeled his ears. The entire class was probably in chaos, but his eyes stayed fixed on the girl who was screaming from his touch. His body was rooted in place and simply would no longer obey his desperate commands.
Suddenly, all the sound stopped, as if out of breath. The girl seemed frozen in absolute terror, too far from sanity to even scream anymore. Her fingernails were bloody from clawing at his arm, though he felt nothing but absolute numbness. The only visible movement was from the tears that still slowly drooled from her bulging eyes.
That was when the cracks burst open, twisting around the girl like a starved python before fanning out to the desk, the students, the room, and even the air itself. Then, with a surprisingly quiet sound of a broken window, reality shattered. Touma was swallowed into shining darkness of the void.
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Equivalent exchange: To create, you must destroy.
To control a universe, one had to be sacrificed in return.
Though everything was recreated, it was not the same.
It was supported on the shoulders of one person.
Haruhi Suzumiya, who painted a contract with reality on her middle-school yard.
Haruhi Suzumiya, who unknowingly sacrificed to universe to become Its center.
Haruhi Suzumiya, who encountered the Breaker of Illusions.
She had found out she really is special.
Author's notes: I spent a while on figuring how a crossover would work with these two stories, and while thinking of when they first meet I thought, "Touma would mess things up... Eh, what's the worst that could happen?"
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As hilarious as screaming can be though, I think plot might be a fun thing to have...
Hooray for first posts?