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This story takes place through Kyon's eyes.
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Chapter
1
Meeting Kenichi
I've always wondered when it all will end. After Asakura-san had attempted to murder me in a data-encased room, I wasn't sure how my life would change. I really wish I could go back to the care-free days when I was just a child, having nothing to do but run around outside and play. But as I sit here in the clubroom now, enjoying another cup of Asahina's new tea recipe, I question myself and the things I've done over the past year. Summer is already here, so I'm sitting here in my summer uniform, listening to the pages being flipped in Nagato's book, the quiet clanging of cups as Mikuru cleans her tea space, and the breathing of Koizumi as he thinks carefully of his next move in our board game. Haruhi hasn't shown up yet, and I must admit, I'm a bit pissed at her, telling us to meet her at the clubroom and then being late .. but you can't really blame that girl. So anyway, I should probably--
The door suddenly bursts open.
"HUWWWAAAAA!" Haruhi yells, having a surprisingly bright smile on.
"Finally, our days in the heat end! The SOS Brigade is taking a field trip!"
Those two sentences caused everybody to faze out of their daydreaming and turn their attention to Haruhi, except Yuki, of course, who continued reading her copy of Hyperion. We didn't even have to ask, as Haruhi kept on going.
"I've booked the SOS Brigade a trip to the Spa Islands in Japan! We'll be in total paradise this summer!"
I laughed a bit, knowing how Haruhi can exaggerate, but why would she lie about something like this. I took another sip of tea and then asked, "How can you afford something like this?"
Haruhi gave a quick flick of her hair and walked towards the door, "Someone came up to me today and asked me about joining the SOS Brigade. I was a little tempted, as they said they had transferred over to this school just last week, but that they could give the SOS Brigade more than we deserved. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Kenichi..."
Haruhi opened the door, reveling a male with a usual summer uniform on. He had black, slick hair that was almost like Yuki's, along with crystal clear blue eyes that seemed dazed. He held a black notebook in his hands that had a pencil tucked into the spine. He didn't move, nor did he greet us with a "Hi" or anything. He just stood there, a blank expression on his face. I looked at the others. Koizumi and Mikuru were smiling, greeting Kenichi as he stepped inside the room.
Then I looked over at Yuki. I swear, if you had done the same, you would've asked what was wrong with her.
Her book at dropped to the floor, with her hands looking as if she were still holding it. Her eyes were wider than usual, and her mouth was dropped open by an inch. I couldn't tell whether she was surprised or scared, but to me, it looked as if she was afraid.