Disclaimer: I do not own Haruhi Suzumiya and/or Inception or anything related.
A/N: Okay, so I've seen Inception and I pretty thought it was one hell of a movie. [Yes, Kuroshitsuji reference.]. I thought it would be interesting to put the two together.
WARNING: If you have not seen Inception yet, then go see it before you read this. It goes without saying that there will be MAJOR SPOILERS for the movie.
If you have not seen Haruhi Suzumiya yet, then… where have you been all this time? Haha. Just kidding. Go and see it.
Also, for this fic, I assume that Cobb got back to reality. Screw whether the top falls in the end, I've got fanfiction.
Title: The Inception of Haruhi Suzumiya
Synopsis:
Dom Cobb thought that his life as an extractor was over. He didn't realize that while he was no longer an extractor, he would be asked to become an inceptor. And his first target after the Fischer job? A girl named Haruhi Suzumiya.
Chapter 1: The New Mark
"Saito, what is it that you want from me now?"
Cobb asked the Japanese man who was sitting across him. His hands were clasped in front of his face like some evil mastermind. If Cobb did not know Saito, he would've thought that this man was up to some evil take-over-the-world scheme.
"I want you to do another Inception for me." Saito said, a small smirk forming in his lips.
Cobb leaned back into his own chair. He looked around the room. It was no different than the one he saw in limbo during the last part of the Fischer job, when he had come to convince Saito to 'wake up'. The walls were decorated with dragons and other stuff from Japanese myths, and he found himself looking at them closely, as if to compare them from the ones he saw in that dream.
"Mr. Cobb?"
His head spun around to meet Saito's.
"I'm not doing it Saito. I told you, the Fischer job was the last job I'll ever do that involves dreams."
As if he did not hear what Cobb said, Saito rose from his chair, his samurai-style kimono touching the floor.
"Mr. Cobb, do you know of the Japanese legend of Tanabata?"
"Tanabata?" Cobb's eyes blinked in curiosity.
"There were once two lovers. Orihime and Hikoboshi…"
Saito pointed to a particular image in one of the walls. An image Cobb was pretty sure was not there in Saito's limbo. It was an image of a bamboo tree, with strips of paper hanging from it.
"I don't see what…"
Saito chuckled.
"Forgive me, Mr. Cobb. I just wanted to show you a recent modification I made to this office."
Saito then sighed and hung his head low.
"I don't want it to come to this, but I could make a phone call, and you'll be charged again."
Cobb gritted his teeth.
"Saito… you…"
Saito looked at the American and sneered.
"Once again, assemble your team Mr. Cobb. We're not dealing with a normal subconscious anymore."
Saito threw a large brown envelope in front of Cobb.
What choice does he have?
He picked it up and opened it, ripping off the seal that said 'CONFIDENTIAL'.
What is Saito up to? Cobb asked himself.
Haruhi Suzumiya, age 16, student at North High.
The new Mark.
A/N: Yeah! Dun-dun-dun! More to come! And to those who are waiting for my update on The Origin of Itsuki Koizumi, please hold on. I'm not planning on dropping that story at all, but I'm stuck with a certain part of the story that I have to fix.
Preview of next chapter:
"Koizumi."
The young esper looked up from his paperwork.
"We've received reports that there is a faction trying to directly access Suzumiya-san's subconscious."