Disclaimer: I don't this series or any of its characters and I don't wish to make a profit from this story.

Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "History Repeats" So I recommend you read that story first before this one.

History Lessons

"Here, son."

There was a loud thud as a fat notebook landed on my computer desk. I glanced up from my homework. I hadn't even heard my father enter my room. I swear, there are times I'm convinced he's part cat due to his tendency to sneak about without anyone noticing.

My father stared at me solemnly as he waited for me to open the notebook. It was old. Most of the pages were turning yellow and were slightly torn. The content itself was rather unusual. It contained names of places, very detailed descriptions on what these places were and clear directions on how to get there. I then recognized the handwriting of this notebook as belonging to my father.

"Dad, what is this?"

He titled his glasses. "A list of the most boring and uneventful places in the city and possibly all of Japan."

"And why would I want this?"

My father sighed and leaned against my desk. "Your mother told me about your club."

"...Oh..." I had been trying to erase that horrible image of my mother and Haruhi bonding from my mind. The idea of my mother having a lot in common with Haruhi is the most disturbing thing I have ever learned. "But, why would I want this?"

My father patted me on the shoulder. "Here is a very good tip son. If a girl can drag you to a variety of places, there's no reason you can't do the same. I found taking your mother to these places was the best way to keep her out of trouble." He paused and twitched slightly. "Especially after we almost got arrested."

I dropped my pen. "You were arrested?"

"ALMOST." He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "It's a long story."

I was beginning to wonder what EXACTLY my mother had made her club do and prayed she wouldn't pass on her ideas to Haruhi.

"Here's another tip," my father continued, putting his hands into his pockets. "Whatever you do, don't EVER take your friend to a horror movie. People tend to get more paranoid than normal if they have an over active imagination." He then groaned. "It took me three weeks to convince your mother that our home room teacher wasn't a werewolf."

"...I thought she was into ghosts."

"That's the other things about horror movies. They tend to give people temporary new obsessions."

I had already decided long ago to never take Haruhi to a horror movie, but my father just gave me further motivation not to do so.

"That notebook may be slightly out of date, but I think you'll find it useful."

He turned to leave and just as I was about to read the notebook more carefully, he paused in the doorway. "Um...one more thing son."

I eased back, wondering what other tips he had left for me. The last one topped the rest.

My father stared back at me seriously, but I could see his left eye twitching. "If a ghost ever asks you if you're a god, say yes."

"...Why, would I do that?"

He shook his head. "Don't ask. Just trust me on this." He shuddered. "It's just easier."

My father left leaving me with an unsettled feeling and wondering if it was possible that my mother had been in some ways more troublesome than Haruhi.