Okay, here we are. My prologue to my first Haruhi Suzumiya story!
Let's get some things out of the way…
1. I don't consider myself a good author, so don't be expecting an monumental story. I just hope to get my idea across.
2. I have only read the first book (Melancholy) and half of the second (Sigh) and this story will take off from where Haruhi is hitting Asahina and Kyon gets angry… The dialogue won't be the same from what I read since I had to return the book, but I found the Japanese episode online and it has subs, so I'll do my best.
3. I am expecting flames from the hardcore anime fans, but I am only 'Expecting' and would prefer none. I'm not obsessive about anime/manga, so I'm not as devout as some.
Well, let's get started.
Also, if anyone can guess where I took my opening line from, they will receive a theoretical cookie.
(NOTICE [read very fast out loud if necessary]: Theoretical cookies have no value, and are really only given out by people who have nothing else to give, so whoever wins it thinks they have won something and will brag to their friends only to receive confused and awkward glances. Theoretical cookies may not be given, transferred, sold, thrown away, or destroyed once received. You're stuck with it.)
They say the mind bends and twists to deal with the stress of life. Well, I guess my mind twisted so much it snapped in two.
After everything that's happened this year, that makes sense. Right?
I mean… It's not ordinary to be confronted by Espers, Aliens, and Time Travelers. So whose to say the human mind doesn't take such precautions when protecting the body it serves? Well, as weird as I thought all that was, nothing was worse than the events of the day that the universe was nearly destroyed.
Maybe the events leading up to it were a warning that I shouldn't have overlooked. It's easy to say that I've changed. I've wanted to remain neutral, but with two sides bribing you join it's difficult.
Overminds, Underlords, what's the difference? Nothing.
Or so I thought.
Well, we were shooting a scene for the movie in Tsuru's room, and I guess that's where I lost it.
"Mikuru, time to wake up!" shouted the mighty director through her megaphone.
Mikuru slowly opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. She turned to face Koizumi who was kneeling close by.
"Where is this?" Mikuru said, pretending to be as unaware as her role depended on.
All the while this was going on, I sort of faded in and out of reality. Something was happening. Haruhi couldn't possibly put Mikuru through this, could she?
She could.
"You two, put your faces closer together!"
The moment I heard that, I was back in my own body. She had put her through so much already, was this necessary? This would maker the movie worse, but it wasn't about the movie anymore. It was about morals. It was about decency.
It was about rage.
"Close your eyes! Koizumi, put your hand around her back! Now hurry up and push her over for the kiss!"
I counted to and from ten like they say you should when you're angry, but it didn't help.
They were getting closer. My hands were trembling. They didn't show any remorse for what they were doing. Especially Mikuru, who you would expect to start whimpering or protesting.
Closer. That's when I lost it.
"Wait a minute!"
Everyone in the room turned their eyes to me. Good.
"This is going to far! Why is this kind of scene needed in the film?!"
"It's a love scene. It takes up time between important scenes." Haruhi answered calmly.
"What is this, a primetime genre?! And Koizumi, what are you doing, getting all into it?"
I stated my point. Time for the detail.
"If we show this at school, you will get hundreds of death wishes in your shoe box!"
Tsuru began laughing and pointing, "Mikuru's so funny!"
That's when I noticed Mikuru was acting funny. Her eyes were watery, her cheeks were flushed, and she's not resisting Koizumi. Almost as if…
"You drugged her!"
Tsuru laughed nervously, and rubbed the back of her head, "Sorry, I couldn't resist! I put some sweet sake in her drink!"
I looked to Haruhi who was sitting as if nothing had happened.
"Look, she's fine! Anyway, kiss her already! Mouth to mouth!"
"Stop this Koizumi!"
I guess I was pretty angry, because I could feel the tension in the room, and Koizumi said…
"Director, this is a bit much for me. Mikuru's already at her limit.
With a sigh, Haruhi rose from her seat and approached Mikuru, "There's no helping it I guess."
She knelt next to Mikur and said, "What will we do with you? Getting so drunk on sweet sake…"
Now she was trying to pin it on her! I couldn't take much more.
She wacked her with the megaphone, "Come on, wake up."
It wasn't much, but what she said was worse.
"You should at least stretch your back in shock."
"Quit it!" I yelled. I guess it was pretty loud, but Haruhi just glanced at me.
"Don't get in my way."
That was the last straw. My vision grew red, I couldn't see anything, or control myself. Last I knew, my fist was above my head, Haruhi had a shocked look on her face, and Koizumi was clutching my wrist, which was good, because if he didn't, I would have broken that bitch's nose.
Wow. Am I referring to the Haruhi Suzumiya as a bitch? Good.
The bitch- I'm sorry, Haruhi grew angry asked what my problem was, and stated that she was brigade leader, and blah, blah, blah.
I strained against the pressure on my arm and tried to lash out again. She's lucky Mikuru mumbled something and clutched to my legs. I dropped the camera, which I managed to switch to my other hand, and pushed Mikuru off of me.
I finally broke free of Koizumi and stormed out of the house.
I gave up. If any of them needed something from me, oh well. I would no longer acknowledge any of them.
I walked to the train station, still looking as pissed as before, from what I could tell by passerby's faces. The ride home calmed me down a little, and when I got home, I quietly walked up to my room.
I paced back and forth trying to think of what would happen, then I slid onto my bed.
I don't care. I don't care if the world is destroyed by open closed space, or if Haruhi decides she doesn't like it anymore. I don't care if the overmind comes down from the heavens, and smites all of us non-believers.
Ha! Religion jokes.
I fell asleep angry, sure I would be back to normal tomorrow, and ready to apologize.
I wasn't.
Well, there's the prologue. I know it isn't exactly like the anime, but oh well. It's gonna be original from here on out.
I may have some Ocs, and if anyone wants to help me out by telling me the names of Kyon's friends, the two men, I'd appreciate it. I forgot…
Anyway, thanks for reading. If you enjoyed it and plan to review, don't forget to include the answer, for your theoretical cookie! (Notice…)