Authors note: Hi people! After watching The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, I was inspired to write a fan fiction. Now, fan-fiction isn't really my kind of writing. I would much rather prefer to write an original. But because this anime was fan-fiction worthy, I thought "why not?" BUT, I felt the need to throw in an original character, so I did. And I wrote in third person, which I don't normally do. So basically, writing this was trying something new, and I am pretty proud of the results! I hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think!

-Sam

Belief

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late

Chapter 1

"There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth…Not going all the way, and not starting."

-Buddha

I wish they would stop staring at me…

Her hands gripped the side of the bathroom sink as the girl stared deep within the drain. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.

Before when she had looked in the mirror, her eyes had been a different color. Instead of the normal shade of gray they had been blood red. She had shut her eyes and reopened them, to make sure she wasn't seeing things. But the dark shadows still remained, hissing whispered words she could not perceive. Now she wished she could slide down the sink drain and disappear forever. The voices remained, and she was afraid to look up. For she knew that the mirror will reveal red eyes, and the shadows that lurked behind her.

What's wrong with me?

"Ophelia?"

The girl looked up at the sound of her mothers' voice. The shadows vanished instantly, and her eyes turned to their normal color once more. Possibly the only one thing she knew about these strange happenings, was that they never lasted long. Three minutes at most. But still terrifying to sit through. Even when the moment had passed, she still had a sense of something watching her.

"Come out Ophelia." The mothers' voice came again. "You shouldn't be afraid of starting in a new school. It'll be fun."

Slowly, the door opened and her daughter appeared before her. The woman smiled. "Don't you think you look adorable with that uniform on?"

"I guess…" Ophelia mumbled, moving some of her copper colored hair away from her eyes.

"Hurry or you're going to be late!" Her mother shooed her out of the apartment, watching as the girl walked down the hallway. "Have a good day!" She added before Ophelia disappeared into the elevator.

~*~*~*~

She had not even gotten to school yet, but she was already beginning to hate it. Surely having to walk up a big hill was enough to get anyone to dread taking a single step into a classroom. But, sooner or later the long walk would be just a routine to be repeated the next day.

Ophelia had never expected her parents to get divorced, at least not so suddenly. Had they really been fighting for the fifteen years of her life, like she had been told? Sometimes she wondered if it was all her fault, though everyone tried to convince her otherwise. Maybe her parents would have been better off without a child to call their own.

So now, she was stuck in Japan with her mother. Although, she would prefer to be back in England, even if that meant putting up with her father.

Fate has a strange way of changing the world.

She had mastered three languages, one of those being Japanese. So her mother had suggested her daughter keep her company for however long need be. Of course, Ophelia knew that once her dear mother found someone else to call her own, the need to have her around would be less.

Those language lessons in her old school seemed to have paid off. The girl understood everything anyone was saying, and she thanked the heavens for that. Then she was left to sit in the back of a small classroom as her new classmates glanced over at her.

How welcoming…being stared at like a row of muffins sitting on a bakery shelf. Is there something on my face?

Ophelia forced herself to look away from the rest of them, and tried to stay that way for as long as she could. After awhile she looked up, hearing the loudness in the room increase the slightest.

Oh. How could I forget they eat lunch in classrooms? She sighed heavily. More time spent cramped in the tiny classroom among children who thought of her as some kind of alien. The girl turned her attention away from the rest of them and there jabbering and glared out the window next to her, trying to remember a time when she had felt so disconnected from everything around her.

The school day seemed over sooner then it had started. Ophelia sat quietly, waiting for half the class to file out of the room before making her great escape.

It was out in the hallway that she started hearing the voices again.

At first, the sounds were faint and seemed very far away. But they soon came closer, ringing in her ears. Ophelia had stopped dead in her tracks, watching as other students passed her, looming shadows fallowing most of them. A claustrophobic feeling settled in once more. She gripped the handle of her backpack, pulling it over her shoulder more, and forced herself to take a step forward. No need to make a scene on her first day. Whispers continued, and shadows stayed. Ophelia stared downward at the ground, thinking this would go away faster if she had ignored it. Besides, she didn't want to risk anyone seeing her eyes. The voices became louder, almost as if someone was right next to her. Shivers swelled up her back, and she quickened her pace, refusing to look up.

Suddenly, her form collided with another. Ophelia jumped back, nearly stumbling over. The voices stopped almost just as suddenly as she did, as if interrupted. The girl looked up, expecting to hear something along the lines of "watch where you're going." Or "move out of my way." But instead, she was greeted by the smiling apologetic face of a boy.

Are you different too?

His face was bright like his smile, and Ophelia found it was almost calming after the nightmare moments ago.

"I-I'm sorry!" She exclaimed.

"That's alright, don't worry about it." The boy held up a hand to stop her from saying anymore. "I just need to look where I'm walking." He chuckled, and Ophelia forced herself to join in, admiring his chocolate brown eyes that were half-hidden behind light brown bangs.

"Me too." She agreed, slightly smiling.

"Are you new around here? I haven't seen you're face before."

"That's a nice quality." Ophelia stated "To remember every face you see. Yes, I moved here last week from England."

"England?" He questioned, the same smile plastered on his face. "Are you some sort of heiress on the run?" This caused Ophelia to laugh.

"No, not exactly. Just a transfer student."

"I see we have something in common." The boy stepped back a bit and held out his hand. "Well Miss Transfer Student, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Itsuki Koizumi."

She shook his hand. "And my name is Ophelia Logan. It's nice to meet you Itsuki." Finally, she had met someone. It was unexpectedly, and this was probably the only time she would see him for the rest of her school days, but at least that was one thing marked off the mental check list.

"Likewise, Miss Logan. You speak Japanese very well for someone who just moved here."

Ophelia smiled up at him. "Je parle français aussi."

"You seem very talented." The smile was returned to her, and she felt her cheeks turn pink.

"Pas vraiment."

"I was just heading over to the other side of the campus for a club meeting." Itsuki said "If you don't mind, I'd like to introduce you to my fellow club members. Would you like to come with me?"

There's something about you. I can't pinpoint what exactly. All I know is, you can make me smile.

Ophelia knew she could have easily said no and walked away. Somehow she couldn't though. Instead of retreating to her small apartment room, she fallowed the young man she had just met. Itsuki was very kind, and she appreciated him for that.

"Prepare yourself for this." He warned as they stopped in front of one of the classrooms located in the old building.

"For what?" What club was he a part of? Chess club? Ophelia could see that. An intelligent young man would surely be part of an intelligent club. Even if she was about to meet a bunch of math nerds, at least she could go home to tell her mother she had met a few acquaintances.

"You'll see." Itsuki opened the door and gestured for her to go inside.

The room was small, as far as she could see. Two long tables sat in the middle, and at the very end of them sat a desk. On top of the desk sat a very professional looking computer, fallowed by three windows behind it. A girl with periwinkle hair sat in the corner, reading a book silently. She didn't even look up to acknowledge them. Another girl with long red hair stood around a mini fridge dressed in…a maid outfit? Ophelia blinked to make sure her eyes weren't in some chaotic state.

"Who's this Koizumi?" A girl with shoulder length brown hair and a yellow headband shot up from behind the computer. She looked over Ophelia, and an evil look came to her eyes, matching the smirk on her face.

That can't be good.

"Hiya!" The girl sprinted around the tables and stood right in the face of Ophelia. "What brings you to the SOS Brigade? Have you seen our website?"

"She's a transfer student." Itsuki said. The girls' eyes sparked with some sort of enlightenment at what he said.

"From England." He added. The girl only grinned more.

"Really?!?" She exclaimed. "You transferred from England? Are you an alien?!?!"

Ophelia stepped back, but the girl stepped closer.

"An Esper? A time traveler? A ghost?" She was three inches away from the girl now, her eyes yearning for an answer.

"Uhhh…"Ophelia smiled sheepishly and looked to Itsuki for help.

"She's just a normal transfer student, from what I know. Her name is Ophelia Logan." He said with a laugh in his voice.

The girl pouted and folded her arms. She took three steps back and stuck her nose up in the hair. "Oh! Well, then she's boring." After a second of silence, she looked at Ophelia.

"Wanna join our club?!? Huh? Do ya'?!?!" Once again she was invading Ophelias' personal space. "I'm Haruhi Suzumiya, the one and only leader of the SOS Brigade!" As if to prove her point, she jumped up on one of the tables and pointed a finger into the air proudly.

"Uhhh." Ophelia rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably and looked over at Itsuki again. He smiled at her, and for a second she thought to ask "These are the people you hang out with?"

The girl with red hair came forward, smiling as well.

"It's nice to meet you." She said, her voice shy and timid. "My name is Mikuru. Did you really live in England? What was it like?"

Ophelia couldn't help but grin. She was so cute and innocent. Who wouldn't want to become friends with this girl?

"Yes. It was…Alright, to say the least. Not much different then here."

"Oh." Mikuru shrugged, looking a little disappointed.

"But, I have some pretty interesting stories I could tell you all." This caused Mikuru to smile again. Haruhi made a "hmpfh!" sound.

"Well, if they aren't stories about time travelers or aliens, I'm not interested!" And with that statement, she took her position again behind the computer once more.

"Please, come in and sit down." Mikuru said, her eyes telling Ophelia to ignore Haruhi for now.

Ophelia sat down in one of the folding chairs, looking around the room a little more.

"What do you do in this club?" She asked Itsuki as he sat next to her.

Haruhi stood up from behind the computer again and stated "The mission of the SOS Brigade is to look for mysteries and abnormal happenings!"

"Of course, everyday here is an abnormal happening." A voice came from the entrance. Ophelia turned to see a boy standing there. He had short auburn hair and dark caramel eyes. Unlike Itsuki, his uniform jacket was unbuttoned, and his shirt was not tucked in. She could tell at once he was more of the laid back type. He blinked when he spotted her. "Well, hi."

"Hi. I'm Ophelia."

He opened his mouth to say something, and Haruhi cut him off.

"That's just Kyon!" She said, waving her hand. "The chore boy. He's not important." She then pointed to Ophelia and exclaimed "That's an alien from England!"

"Wha-?"

"You wish." Kyon grumbled, slumping down into a chair across from her. "England, huh? Is it a crowded place?"

You all may be a little strange, but I've never felt so welcomed.

"They aren't always like that." Itsuki explained as he walked beside Ophelia. "Normally, it's more exciting."

"Its seems exciting enough already." The girl giggled slightly, skipping over a crack in the sidewalk. "Thank you for walking me home, you really didn't have too."

He grinned over at her and shook his head. "Of course I did." He paused. "Besides…I'm still trying to figure you out." The sound of his footsteps stopped. After taking a few more steps, Ophelia had turned around.

"Something wrong?"

"This may sound crazy…" Itsuki started. "But, when I ran into you this afternoon…you seemed different from the rest of those around you."

Ophelia blinked and mumbled "You too." She had never given a second thought to how different he had seemed after her little episode. Normally, for minutes after she had seen the shadows, everyone around her would give off a horrible misguiding aura. Now she remembered, when she had first come in contact with Itsuki, something had been different about him.

Maybe…he was like her.

She shook her head.

No. Surely I am the only one…

"I'm just stranger then all of you put together!" She grinned and twirled around to begin walking again. Well, that was probably the truth.

"That can't be possible."

They soon arrived at the tall apartment building. It had started to remind Ophelia somewhat of a building in New York City.

"I guess this is where we part, Miss Logan."

She turned to face him, and smiled. "Do you think…that I could come to the club with you again tomorrow? It would be nice to get to know everyone…and you."

His smile seemed to brighten more then it had that whole day at that moment.

"Of course, Miss Logan. I am sure Miss Suzumiya will be delighted having a new addition to the club." He turned on his heel and began to walk away, raising a hand and waving it slightly. "Avoir une bonne nuit!"

"Je vais vous voir demain!" Ophelia yelled after him "Je vais vous voir demain…"

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Belief
Makes things real
Makes things feel
Feel alright
Belief
Makes things true
Things like you
You and I