Forbidden Fruit
Disclaimer: I do not own the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. That is owned by…whoever conceived the idea of Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya! (walks off)
Prologue
"I could—no, I should—warn her. I have the power to alter events; I just have to say, "Don't take the usual route home" and she'd listen." The young woman murmured--almost to herself, it seemed--her eyes on the small device that granted her this unique power. If she did this, she would be covering up the can of worms they had dropped. And it would…
"It would be the morally right decision." A male voice spoke, interrupting her stream of thought. "But then…" As he spoke the young man walked from his end of the room towards her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and whispering in her ear. "We would not be standing in this room right now, like this. Of course, in a small part of our minds, we're both thinking the same thing: this wasn't supposed to happen."
The young man slowly slid his hands down to the woman's hips before standing back, and now only the ghost of his touch hinted at him having touched her at all. He turned, walking towards the rotating chair at the heavy dark-wood desk and sat down. By his movement, the chair turned towards the window, allowing him to gaze upon the vista the room afforded them.
"If you want to warn her, go ahead; I won't stop you." A pause. "However, to be honest, I think in the long run, it will be a waste of time." The words triggered a wellspring of anger inside her, and she clenched her fists until the knuckles turned white. "What," The young woman spoke amidst clenched teeth. "Are you saying, Koizumi Itsuki?" Despite the angry, serious tone in her voice the man in question found himself smiling.
"Liebchen, you may have prevented a whole lot of trouble for us then…" The chair turned, this time to face her. "But are you so convinced that it will be and remain an isolated event, or that his—my—feelings for you will change?" He stood up and walked towards her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
"Asahina Mikuru, I believe you are sorely mistaken."
Liebchen is German for "Darling"
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Haruhi Suzumiya fanfic as well as a multichapter Itsuki/Mikuru fic. Currently I'm stuck in the first chapter but hope to get out of that block soon. In the meantime, feel free to check out my other stories if you wish! -Valarspawn