Ok, well, since I'm in a bit of a creative slump, I decided to go with the classic LiveJournal fic. Yep, that's right. It's 100 themes about Haruhi and Kyon! Yay! Now, I've seen a lot of other fics like this where each theme is written in drabbles, but that's not how I work. I may write 100 words to 3,000, depending on how the mood (or theme) strikes me. Honestly though, I might tend to lean towards the drabble side… So, sit back, relax, and enjoy 100 chapters of Haruhi/Kyon goodness!

The One and Only Disclaimer! –I don't The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, but damn, I wish I did.

Theme 1 – Savings Box

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Haruhi Suzumiya was never one to keep secrets. She would always say what was on her mind and, if by chance, you confided in her, she would blurt about what you had just said, not caring what your reaction was. It was because of this that Kyon knew something was strange when he walked into the clubroom one Friday morning, only to find Haruhi quickly snapping something shut and whisking it behind her back.

"K-Kyon!" she stuttered.

"Haruhi? Is something wrong? And what are you holding?"

"N-nothing!" the girl retorted, fighting back the pink tinge on her face that dared to become bright red.

"Well, it sure didn't sound like you were closing "nothing" earlier."

"I-It's a surprise!"

"Surprise? For who? And why are you stuttering?" Kyon asked, his eyebrows raised at Haruhi's jittery attitude.

With her eyes darting rapidly around the room, Haruhi noticed Nagato's copy of Hyperion lying on one of the tables.

"For Yuki-chan!"

"Nagato, huh?" he asked unbelievingly. "Then can I see it?"

"No! I mean, it's not for Yuki-chan, it's for, um, you!"

Haruhi laughed nervously, trying to dissipate Kyon's curiosity about the object she held behind her. It obviously didn't work, since he continued his interrogation.

"For me? It's not much of a surprise any more, now is it? So can I see?"

"Why are you being so damn PUSHY?!" she roared.

"Er… well, it's not like you to keep secrets or surprises, Haruhi."

"Well I'm doing it now, so deal with it!"

"But I-"

"I said 'Deal with it,' Kyon!"

Kyon waved his hands up in defeat, a small frown plastered on his face. "Fine, fine… have it your way. I only came here because I forgot my English textbook. You better hurry, class starts in five minutes."

"I'll be there, just go! That's an order from the Chief!" Haruhi replied irritatingly.

Kyon merely sighed, picked up his textbook, and gave a quick wave to Haruhi before he left the clubroom, forgetting to close the door on the way out.

If someone were to pass by at that moment and peer into the open Brigade room, they would see Haruhi Suzumiya setting an oak box, ordinary by most standards, on a nearby table. They would see her lift its lid, just as she had done every day for the past two years, and take out a very worn, folded red piece of construction paper. They would see her open it, sigh, close it, and hold it near her lips as she shut her hazel eyes.

And if they looked closely at the paper as she put it back into its wooden case, they would see two words on the front, written neatly in once-black ink.

From Kyon

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A/N: Edit: WOW that was a lot of text I wrote up. Anyways, the problems have been resolved and I've taken out my unnecessary bantering.

I'll try to keep updates semi-daily at the least, but I can't guarantee it'll be consistent. A lot of things may come up, like family matters or some such thing. In the meantime, I hope you all look forward to reading the rest of "100 Laughs, 100 Tears, 100 Kisses"!

- BeatleBomb