I do not own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. Truly, if I did, there'd be a lot more to the series, as well, as more to the Gender Benders . . . not that that has anything to do with this fanfic.
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NOTE: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MY EARLIER FANFIC, FATAL ERROR, YOU SHOULD READ IT NOW. Otherwise this will make no sense.
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Chapter 1
Wait, are you serious??
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It's about two weeks after the whole concussion business. Of course, my mind had settled into a quiet turmoil.
Not surprisingly, Haruhi has just about gotten over the whole ordeal. Since it wasn't particularly spectacular on her part, she saw no reason to pay attention to it.
Personally, as soon as I got to the clubroom, I had to sit back and make some serious decisions. It resulted in the deletion of the Mikuru file. There are certain things that just go beyond acceptable, and with me being Mikuru's future great grandfather, it's not as if I really gave myself much of a choice.
That doesn't mean that I didn't mourn the loss of those photos, or my right to admire Miss Asahina's figure. It just meant that . . . well, I didn't want to even think about who I was supposed to focus on.
That part still defies my understanding. How on earth did it happen? When? Since when will I fall for Haruhi?
And frankly, do I really want to know the answer?
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To "Liven up this Boring day," as Haruhi put it, we invaded the band's clubroom. She seemed particularly keen to raid their instruments. She had remembered her plan to start a band in the SOS Brigade, and, like a dog, she wasn't letting go.
Luckily for the band club, she had grown bored with the whole idea of blackmail.
That, and it probably wouldn't have worked. I mean, seriously, with the genders different, what would she do?
Scratch that. I don't want to know. At all. Ever.
Anyway, she managed to get the guitars and tambourine that she had been so focused on. It turns out Itsuki knows how to play to keyboard. Apparently he's played for years. Lucky bastard.
Haruhi, of course, found issue with the fact that I myself can't play an instrument.
"But Kyon! You have to be part of the band! You're a member of the SOS Brigade! You have to play!"
I shrugged. "Well, that's too bad. I never learned how."
Haruhi folded her arms and pursed her lips, thinking. "Well, I guess you could always be a stage hand."
Gee, thanks, Haruhi. Land me with all the technical stuff, again.
"And since you're officially the stage hand, you can take all this stuff up to the club room!"
Damn you, Haruhi! Do you even realize how much amps and keyboards weigh? Then there are all the trailing wires and the keyboard's stand. I demand to know why can't you do it?
But, knowing that Haruhi would probably land a penalty on me, I hauled all the equipment upstairs, helped by Kiozumi.
In the room, the table was shoved to the side so that all of the junk that we had just 'acquired' could fit in the centre. I went about the aggravating task of reading the manuals. While some people might like this, I find these a little dry, but I would be severely punished for disobeying the 'Band Chief's' orders. That's right, and new armband for a new project.
What fun.
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well, as you can imagine, there's definitely going to be a bit of Haruhi/Kyon in this.
Nothing really, though. Just relationship.
And I shall begin work on the idea of Kyon having powers of his own. What an awesome idea.
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I was chatting recently with a friend, and has anyone noticed just how much of a tool Kyon is??
I mean, I really enjoy Kyon as a character (you can probably tell that he's my favourite) but he's a total tool!
It only makes me sympathize even more.