Season's Serenade
"And the four seasons—they conveyed her feelings…"
Summer
He hated summer, and it was because of so many things— because of the heat wave, the countless homework, and the fact that stinging dust brought about tears. His mind pictured it as the earth's hell— the radiance was so harsh, marred with abundant bitter drafts around the perimeter. Kyon used to escape from the torment by going to the beach, to the festivals, and etc; but this year was never the same.
He sat on the chair, right smacked by the sunlight with a pencil in his hand. The numbers and words in the paper flew around his head just like satellites, but they never reached his brain. The parfait on the table was forgotten entirely, and he almost didn't feel the cold stare from Yuki Nagato in front of him. Kyon scribbled another series of words slowly and he changed the answer in three seconds; the result after twenty minutes of thinking and self-discussing was nil.
The leader of SOS Brigade had announced to the entire neighborhood that her silly group would find the trace of Amaterasu, one of the famous deities in Japan at the weekend. The thought of failing never passed her head. Suzumiya Haruhi was not someone that let her target go, and her God-like ability helped her so much that it only raised her ego into the highest level. What Kyon didn't understand was that the entire search began at the center of the city, and the chance of finding—to think about it was silly.
Homework? She had finished it, of course, but the same story was not for Kyon.
Okay. Now, the leader, the smiling man, and the group's mascot— they were all late, leaving him with the ever-silent Yuki Nagato in their usual meeting place.
But still, he would be the one who treated the entire meal. The sly side of Haruhi would eventually find an excuse, or presumably punishment, so he would pay in the end.
Great. The homework was no help.
"Do you want me to help?"
He almost jolted in shock. The purple haired girl was a foreign creature in humanoid interface without expression; she was not one to convey emotion. Nonetheless, Yuki Nagato had just said a full sentence other than her usual brief reply, or maybe other than her usual full explanation of the outer space theory that he never remembered. For a second, he thought that perhaps the world had turned to his tide. Chatting normally with her was one of the rarest experiences he would ever dream of. Her voice was flat but at least she replied.
Not that he had a special feeling for her. Or maybe not yet…
"Ah, Indeed I have some problems. But I can deal with it myself," he cursed his inner pride but his mouth didn't match with his brain. "You don't need to…"
She ignored the entire decline, making her way to his side as her poker eyes never left his. Her hand was stretched as a signal, and Kyon gave his pencil to her. The words were now the center of attention of the two teenagers, observing them with such intelligence that mostly came from Yuki Nagato.
The purple haired girl started writing in a fast pace that the ashamed feeling began making its way to Kyon's head. It seemed too easy for her, and he could only close his eyes at his lack of knowledge. After some minutes of scribbling, she suddenly stopped, mesmerized by the question in front of her— he peeked at it and grinned in process.
"Why? It's easy," he said, and Nagato averted her undivided attention to him. She tilted her head in a sense that made her much innocent rather than cute— much a high school girl rather than any other aliens. It was a demand of answer, Kyon knew, and he continued his speech.
"What do you aim in the world? Answer it with a 3-words metaphor," he repeated and chuckled at the simplicity of the question. It was not something that should be given to a high school student— maybe the teacher was just curious at the student's real aim or whatever. She still tilted her head. "Aim for the sky? Right?"
For a while, he hoped to see the surprised expression from the aforementioned girl. Nonetheless, her visage remained the same, no any movement of eyebrow or forehead. This girl was just like a statue— she stayed firm and silent, not influenced by the world and probably she didn't even want it. Then, she wrote again and for another surprise for Kyon, began talking. Again. This was a record for her.
"No, aim for the star."
No tune resounded in the five brief words from her, but the message was clear: she had just beaten him in the battle of intelligence and his shallow-mind cried in shame.
(And he would finally know that she was his star to aim for…)
So that's it guys... My first fic for Suzumiya Haruhi series. I don't think this is my best or whatever, but well... Would you mind reviewing? O yeah, I still have other drabbles about KyonxYuki in four seasons. It means there will still be three seasons left.