I guess this is where I put the disclaimer:
I don't own the characters from the Haruhi Suzumiya series.
This idea came to me when watching the second season of Haruhi, which, while I already knew the scene from the novels, made me feel more empathy towards the kind of things that Itsuki and his self proclaimed squad of esper boys got up to that made them all fire-and-brimstone about their mission. Naturally, Itsuki wears a mask, but it is imperfect enough to be noticed, so I toyed with inserting another well known character from the series, someone who's guise is so perfect that even God thinks he is an idiot...
An Agency for the Greater Good
Prologue
On that day – I would guess at its date as being about three years ago – I awoke, not so very 'as usual', but questioning the state of my subconscious. I never put much stock in dreams when I was very young, but as I learned about the many variables of dream interpretation, I came to understand the subconscious mapping and how it related to the state of my life at present. I understood until that dream. Who could rightly put their faith in their own subconscious when a teenage girl was destroying the world of their dreams?
Indeed, I didn't even try to interpret the dream; I simply attended school as usual, I didn't trust anyone in my class with my inner thoughts. I put on a well practised façade for them. I'd been doing it since I was a child. Whenever the situation called for a smile, I would have one; sometimes even when one wasn't needed. My faux smile was impeccable. Certainly nobody in my school would ever notice it was less than authentic. I was the class representative; I had respect, good grades and many 'friends', why shouldn't I smile? The day passed with the usual tedium and I couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to try and save the world from a rampaging goddess. It would easily surpass this way of life. But my rational mind immediately informed me of the arduousness of having to defeat monsters unbound by logic day after day. Interesting as it might be, it would be difficult, and besides, of course, it would never happen.
When I was younger I met my equal. He had a façade as implacable as my own and a wit and wisdom to match. Unfortunately, even from a young age, his libido was also unrivalled. It was with this friend – Ichigo – whom I frequented a youth centre after school.
"Oh yeah, it's the place for picking up girls of the same age, until we can go to bars when we're older" he would say, and then I would be dragged out to serve as the only conversation on an intellectual par.
Today was no different. I walked past East Middle School on my route home, and as usual he slipped out of the gates in perfect sync with my passing, his black quiff bobbing into place beside me.
"Yo."
The usual, I had to assume. I smiled. He knew it was a false expression, but it helped us look normal.
"Yeah. But, man, you won't believe last night's dream when I tell you about it. It's a Freudian fiasco."
It can't have been as bad as mine.
"I dreamed that my classmate turned into God."
Who? Now I was curious. It sounded peculiarly like my own dream, and I didn't want to add Jung to the Freud. It could get ugly.
"The pretty one, Suzumiya. Thing is, she just started acting weird today, too-" I stopped him, turning to face him and uttering two words that I had never heard before I dreamt them. Things were getting startlingly Jungian…
"Haruhi… Suzumiya…?"