"You're so stupid! It's left-up, right-up, left-down, right-down! C'mon, Kyon! We need this for the show! Ugh!" Haruhi threw her bunny ears on the floor and stomped off, little Mikuru-chan following closely behind her in worry. Nagato took the closest seat quietly and began reading her book again. Itsuki peeked over at Kyon with that creepy smile of his still plastered on his face. "Well, Miss Suzumiya seems to have a lot of fire totally, eh?" "Shut it, Koizumi. She's like this everyday and you know it." Kyon huffed and took a seat. "Anything so she can be boss and throw a tantrum," he removed his school jacket and unbuttoned some buttons of his shirt. "Now she's even making us dance. What was that stupid name again? 'Hairy Hairy You Guy'? Whatever. It's just complete nonsense." He wouldn't admit that he was actually having fun, he's just bad at remembering steps.
Itsuki glided across the room over to Kyon and placed his hands on the arm bars of the chair, leaning over the brunette. His face was so close to Kyon's that he could smell his breath. 'Too close, too close!'
Itsuki's eyes darted at Kyon's, showing a sadistic side of the espers. "Now, now, Kyon. Miss Suzumiya can't be mad. Why don't you go calm her down, if you know what I mean?" 'Eh? What is he getting at? If anyone knows, please, tell me.'
Kyon quickly got up, pushing Itsuki out of the way. "I don't know what your saying. Club's almost over anyway so I'm leaving." He gathered his stuff and didn't dare look back at the blood-thirsty smile on that espers face. He was up to something and Kyon knew it. 'Damn esper. Playing tricks with my mind again. He's almost as bad as Suzumi-' suddenly right before Kyon was going to turn a corner he heard a slight mumble but a very loud one.
"From the future?!" A violent speech broke the silence. "M-Miss Suzumiya! Please, k-keep your voice down!" Another violent, but now a whisper, was heard. It was definitely Suzumiya and Miss Asahina. "Tell me everything!" "All the information is classified. I c-cannot utter a word of else…" "Or else what?? So is it only you or are there more???" "T-That's classified." "Eh?! You gotta be kidding me! You can't tell me anything!?!?" "Miss Suzumiya, please! Keep your voice down!"
'Oh my god. Miss Asahina… TOLD Haruhi!? No way! Why isn't the world exploding? Or why aren't we in a closed space?? What's gonna happen? What should I d-'
"Kyon." 'Ah!' Kyon tried to scream, a very manly scream mind you, but a hand was placed over my mouth in the nick-of-time. 'Nagato?'
She was standing there before me but she looked different. Her hair was longer, framing her face as the back of her hair went up into a pixie cut. Her uniform was replaced with an all white coat, much resembling a lab coat. Her glasses shined in the dim light of the setting sun that shone through the hall windows.
"Follow me, Kyon."
'I didn't know what to say so I nodded. That's alright, right?'
Kyon and the strange-looking Nagato walked down the hallways as time seemed to stand still. All the clubrooms grew silent as their tapping shoes on the tile floors grew louder. 'Has she manipulated this space? I wonder…'
She shut the door to her apartment, the silence was really growing on Kyon. "Nagato, wh-" "Let me explain." Her voice was different too. "There's been a data flaw. Something in the time stream was supposed to happen and it didn't which resolved in Mikuru Asahina confessing to Haruhi Suzumiya that she was, indeed, from the future." Kyon took a drink from his tea, fascinated and nervous about what this Nagato was saying but used to the atmosphere of the conversation since he's had so many strange talks with her here.
"My data system cannot pin-point the flaw or the time of said flaw at this point in the time stream."
"...So, Nagato, Why do you look like that?"
She paused to look at him, her eyes didn't seem so emotionless anymore. But what does Kyon know? She probably put something in the tea.
"I have been hibernating here with my past self," 'Past self!?,' "Waiting for the correct moment in time in which I was needed but this severe data stop has caused your world to pause. I was needed to give you a message in exactly 5 years, 2 months, 15 days, 4 hours, 2 minutes, and 27 seconds. I am needed to give you another message now. Something having to do with," 'Don't say Suzumiya,' " Haruhi Suzumiya."
Kyon sighed and placed his hand on his forehead. "Of course."
"Her thought process has taken a negative down-fall and your world is in danger. She no longer wants to see aliens, time-travelers, or espers. All she wants to see is-"
"Wait a minute! But she was just freaking out about Miss Asahina being from the future! How do you explain that??"
"… That was Mikuru Asahina's mission. But she is part of the flaw. She makes Haruhi Suzumiya realize that she has no further interest in aliens, time-travelers, or espers because she realizes they are not what she thought them to be."
"I see, now what is her new reality?" Yuki cocked her head to the side, "Reality. That is a good word for it. Her new reality is… normality." "Huh?? That's real funny, Nagato! Suzumiya being normal? Now that's crazy." Kyon snickered and drank some more of his tea.
Nagato stood up abruptly and reached for her cloak buttons. She began to undo the one at a time before the human sitting down in her apartment. "N-Nagato…?"
She slipped her cloak off with ease revealing and dark purple mid-drift shirt with short, very short, black shorts. Boots that looked like black converses came up to her knee's. She had something attached to her leg that looked like a gun holster.
"Kyon. I have been ordered to do a certain mission after I told you this information." Kyon just sat there gawking at Yuki Nagato's new figure. "U-Uh-huh."
She pulled out a pair of small leather gloves and slipped them on. "Kyon, my mission is," Her hand wrapped around her holster and pulled out a gun, pointing it to Kyon's head, "To kill you and Haruhi Suzumiya."
A silence like a thousand glass windows just broke was heard. Kyon's eyes widened at the gun, staring right into the barrel.
'K-Kill me? And Suzumiya!? No way! No way! This is just a dream, right? RIGHT!?!?'
"Your data is no longer needed. Goodbye... John Smith."
BANG!