One warning I will offer: This story will be in first-person because otherwise it loses so much goodness.

Mmkay… I'll make this note short, but the bottom one will be epically long. I'm struggling with giving this a rating-there will be serious mentions of sex, drugs, and alcohol, (and gore... and my potty mouth) but this won't have smut. I think I'm safe with the 'M' though, so yeah...

But it's got some crazy awesome information in it, so, if you want to, kinda, sorta, have an idea of what's going to go down, feel free to read it. If you're one of those people who likes to play it by ear, by all means, go ahead. But I won't answer any questions that you ask (like the question of "What the fuck is this?") that are answered below (like my example).

'Kay? Peachy.

Prologue

O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav'd so many ways?

For as long as my memory stretched there was always Sayomi, pulsating her mind against my own, our hearts and brains matched to such a rhythm that it became a never-ending battle to beat the other out.

Though she hadn't always been Sayomi—there had been a time when she was a nothing, a nameless entity that flailed desperately against me in her attempt to unleash herself.

She finally found a way out when I turned fourteen.

Fourteen had held all of the promise of a normal year as I had never (ever) experienced such. Oh, I had tried, wishing for it every birthday, praying every night (to every deity known to mankind) that the voice that whispered crude nothings in my ear would disappear. After a while I stopped with both: obviously God/gods didn't exist if he/they wouldn't answer my pleas, and birthday dinners were sad excuses for things that were only unnecessary and wasteful.

But fourteen I had faith it. Call it too many movies watched or too many stories told, I believed in fourteen. That was the year where magic was supposed to go down.

Needless to say, I put my faith in the wrong thing, as I had for my entire existence.

The… thing in my head was unusually quiet all day, and I let my hopes get stupidly high.

I spent the day poring over a heavy tome of good literature and exulting in the new school I had successfully enrolled myself in—everything was normal and I felt giddy—this had to be what other fourteen-year old girls felt all the time.

I woke the next morning with a killer headache and a mysterious case of questionable substances.

So, after shutting myself in my room with an ice pack for my throbbing temples, I scanned my memories for something, anything to define what had happened to me after the moon had risen and sleep had fallen.

The thing was back, lounging in a corner of my mind with such a tangible sense of pleasure that it was like a smirk.

I wanted to ask this thing what had happened, what enabled it to break free, but, though the thing was there and we could clearly sense each other, it was impossible for communication.

It was then that I caught sight of the camcorder sitting on my desk, no bigger than the size of my palm.

I lunged at it, set it up, and hit record without looking back.

And then I asked who was in my mind, what had happened, and why?

After I had fallen asleep, Sayomi came back with her answers.

Alright-y then. This is what I guess you could call a cross-over, but it really isn't, because, so far as my knowledge goes, to be a cross-over, the author must incorporate characters from the show/anime/book/whatever.

There will be no characters from any of the above. The idea does come from one of the aforementioned though.

First off, story time: My friend, Brendan, found an amazing, British TV show called Jekyll—a modern-day Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde story. It fucking blew my mind and is now, in my fantastic opinion, one of the best things I've ever seen. It's genius; go watch it. You may have to buy it, but it's just that good.

Basically, for those of you who won't go buy it (though you flipping should), it deals with split personalities and Hyde-esque characters that are the shit. Legit, they tend to enjoy sex, drugs, alcohol, partying, and fucking with humans. Basically, they're your Seven Deadly Sins epitomized in these people. Great, right?

Totes.

There will be… 3 characters that I created… well, technically 11 new characters if we're counting Hydes separately (including the Host Club members).

There aren't 'relationships', as such, in this world. There will be one person who does not have any of these issues… that would be Brendan's personage/Hyde—he has some issues we're still working out ( XD ), which will be explained.

Now, in my story, I pick and choose certain traits that my Hydes like to pursue instead of just the whole shebang. So, for example, one Hyde, Serena, is hypersexual, but she isn't a big fan of most illegal substances. This was how I decided that Haruhi's Hyde, Sayomi, would be more into the booze and pills, as opposed to all sex, all the time.

Oh, and a tidbit for later! When people "change" into Hyde-form, small physical changes can occur, like their irises tend to change color, they can grow a larger chest, anything to make them "more appealing". And, the change is always accompanied by funky electrical currents, like light bulbs flickering and the like.

Plus, Hydes are very sensitive about wanting to be their own people, so they all have their own name, sometimes (as in a specific someone-who-shall-not-be-mentioned-at-this-moment) it is what they wish to embody, or it is their trying to express what they truly believe they are.

Just remember: names have meanings.

Another warning: Romances between Hydes will develop at a shockingly fast rate. It's just what they do. Relationships between regular people will develop at a shockingly slow rate because everybody's trying to convince themselves that it's all just lust.

Ana is Haruhi's cousin, but all shall be explained! –singsongs away-

Let me know what you think in reviews.