The Very Exciting Authors' Note!
Cha-Cha: Okay, we put up the forum for people to enter their OCs for our new fanfic, Silence, but no one entered it (probably because you guys hadn't seen it, or you just didn't know what was going on).
So now I (Cha-Cha-Cheesecake, deciding to play around with Mugi's account) am releasing a short prologue of Silence, just to get you guys gripped so you can enter your OCs and get the story going!
We came up with inspiration for this kind of fanfic after seeing some of the Angel Beats! RPGs, but instead of role-playing we decided to turn it into a fanfic. Just please, if you're going to enter, have some originality and don't just insert yourself into the story. That'd be lame.
Mugi: I want to do the disclaimer!
Cha-Cha: No! It's always been my thing! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS. NADA. DO NOT. WELL ACTUALLY I DO. FIFTY PERCENT. It's the work of Mugi too XD I just hacked her account.
DISCLAIMER (Again): I do not own the Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, nor do I own Nagaru Tanigawa, nor do I own Haruhi Suzumiya herself, but I DO own my OC, same as Mugi owns hers. And, because my character is awesome, I own fake rights over Itsuki too. I can make him dance like a monkey if I want to.
Itsuki: You'll never make me do something so barbaric. Not in front of my wife and son!
Cha-Cha: Pfft. *Proves her point and makes Koizumi start dancing similar to a monkey during mating season*
Kazue: Oh nooooo! Not my darling sugar-pie!
Rikuto: Dad, you're embarrassing! Come on, Hotaru. Lets get out of here…
Hotaru: Cooooooming~
Cha-Cha and Mugi: We hope you enjoy the fanfic! Please leave a review to flame constructively, criticise constructively, and show any appreciation you might feel!
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Silence
Deep breaths. Remember what Dad told you to do in a situation like this, I thought to myself. Hands shaking, I took out my silver handgun, the word SOUL winking at me as the light hit it.
"Just freaking shoot already, Rikuto!" Hotaru hissed beside me.
"Sh-Shut up, I'm nervous!" I snapped. I aimed the gun at the guy's head and, squeezing my eyes shut, pulled the trigger.
I heard the awful bang, and refused to open them until a crowd was forming round him, hiding his body from me.
"You got him good, Rikuto!" Hotaru grinned. "Now you've shot the guard, we can release the prisoners. Those guys will be too busy removing that guy before his blood stains the floor, but if they come you can count on me to knock those guys into the arms of death with my own handgun."
"Okay, okay, stop bragging and lets go!" I took her hand. We crept along to the vent opening and crawled inside, hoping to come out in one of the prison cells.
"Did you remember to get the print of the key?" I asked her, turning a corner. Man, the vents were TINY.
"Yep," she grinned. "I scanned the key when he was on the ground. I can show you the print of it in my wrist, if you want."
"No thanks," I replied, "You know that it freaks me out when you do that." She shrugged.
"Fine then. Now, hurry up. If we jump hard enough, we can manage to collapse the vents and land."
"Are we already above the prison then?" I asked, amazed. She nodded.
"Using my X-Ray vision, I can see through the vents. If we go forward about seven more meters, we should be above one of the cells."
"You sound like a superhero, the way you go on about your powers. But anyway, do you reckon we'll find her? Her daughter?" I asked excitedly.
"I doubt it," she said matter-of-factly. "As much as we want to find her, they probably have her hidden away with security much tighter than this hellhole."
"I know, but don't you think that they would try and trick people to think that? Because if everyone thought that she was in those places, they'd go there instead of some lowly prison cell, wouldn't they?""I can see you're still hanging off your dad's every last word," she said sourly. I glared at her.
"What's with that tone? He's my dad," I snapped, crawling forward on my knees.
"What's with my tone? You sound like my wife," she laughed. "Look, no need to get snappy. I'm only saying that you need a shred of independence, you know? You rely on your dad for everything."
"Do you see him here?" I replied, "No, you do not. Because I convinced him I could take care of this by myself!"
"Shut up, we're over a prison cell now. Jump!"
I did as she instructed, tired of arguing with her. One the third jump, with our strength, the floor beneath us collapsed, sending us clattering down in a prisoner's cell.
She looked up, startled. She was older than us, around my father's age, or maybe younger. Her long red hair was dark with dirt and hung loosely around her shoulders.
Her eyes were filled with fear, and then sudden realisation over something. She gave me a tight hug.
"Oh, my gosh, thank you for coming to rescue me! But how did you time-travel?" I blinked. What was this lady talking about?
"Do you know her, Rikuto?" Hotaru asked, raising her eyebrows. I shook my head fiercely.
"Huh? Rikuto?" she pulled away from me, looking confused. "B-But… Mr Koizumi… What do you mean?"
"A-Are you mistaking me with my dad?" I asked, uncertainly. Her face lit up.
"Ah! Y-Yes! I'm sorry. Then… it's you. Rikuto Koizumi. My godson…!" I stared at her, mouth hanging open. Hotaru looked pretty alarmed too.
"You told me you didn't know her, you pig," she said, glaring at me.
"I don't! I've never met her before in my life!" I stared at her. She was shorter than me.
"My name is Mikuru Asahina. I used to be good friends and an ally with your father. I'm sorry I got you confused with him. You look a lot like him, and with the light in here, I can't see very well…"
"We're here to free the prisoners," I explained softly, telling her about our plan.
"C-Can you really do that?" she asked, her eyes filled with hope. I nodded, then turned to Hotaru.
"It's your turn to shine, honey."
"Shut up. You're such a ladies man," she snapped. Then she grinned. "That's right. It's my turn to get to work here!"
I watched with fascination as she stuck her finger into the lock and changed the shape of it into the print of the key. That's something I'll never understand about her. Most of the time she hates using her powers, saying it makes her feel singled out. But on these missions she brags and brags and shows off at any chance she gets.
The door swung open and Mikuru Asahina was almost crying tears of joy.
"Oh, oh thank you," she wept, stumbling out of her cell.
"Great work, Hotaru, you got us out. Now we need to release everyone." I turned around. "But we need to hurry. Someone's bound to come down here sooner or later, and you know I'm terrible at all the shooting stuff. But we need you for the locks."
"Okay." She went to the next cell, releasing a little boy about eight. He was also crying.
"Shh, it's okay. You're free now," she smiled. "We're gathering up all the imprisoned time-travellers and setting them free. Hopefully we'll pull off the stunt easy enough. We've done worse."
"Stop talking and free everyone, people will be coming soon!" I called. She rolled her eyes and freed the rest of the people. On the last one, a voice said,
"Hey! Who are you kids!"
"Crap! They're coming!" I took out my handgun and pulled the trigger without flinching this time. It's always worst for me when I have to kill someone, but just shooting them in their leg or something's easy.
Unfortunately for me, they were good at dodging. Glaring at them, I shot at the toughest-looking guy and a bullet went right into his leg. He screamed and fell to the floor, getting the other guards' attention.
"Hey, Suzuki? Damn it, that brat has a gun!" They all stared at me with dangerous eyes. I brought up my gun and pulled the trigger on that guy. It struck his arm, making him fall to the ground in agony.
"Hurry up and get them out of here, Hotaru!" I yelled.
"No fear. You get them out. You always try to avoid killing people. It's their own fault for attacking innocent kids," she huffed. "You go, I'll defend."
"We're the last thing from innocent, we just shot two guards and stole away the prisoners!"
"Fine." I beckoned the frightened prisoners forward. "Come on, guys. I'm getting us out of here." I turned my head around to see Hotaru cracking her skull against another of the guards, knocking him out and probably leaving him brain-damaged. The nerve of that girl sometimes was amazing.
The guards were sprawled around on the floor, unmoving.
"Okay, Rikuto, go!" she commanded. I ran quickly, bringing the prisoners with me, while she fired her gun at some guy's head. Lovely.
The second we got out, though, we were practically surrounded by huge men with guns. I wished at that point Dad was there. He could deal with things like this much better than I could.
The second one lifted his gun, Hotaru aimed hers at his head and pulled the trigger. At that moment they knew with someone like Hotaru by my side it would be useless. Besides, the prisoners seemed to know a bit about fighting (with the exception of Mikuru Asahina, who was fretting and worrying about what to do). Even the eight-year-old kid was good at kicking the guards' shins.
We advanced towards the door quite quickly, telling the prisoners to escape somewhere safe and keep hidden for a while. Just as we were about to, someone shouted,
"STOP!" I turned around, startled. A lady with huge black hair that was impossibly long stared down at us. At once I felt Hotaru stiffen beside me.
"You, frigging cow. What do you want?" she snapped.
"The Sky Canopy Domain did NOT create you so that you could go around and free the time-travellers. We captured those to try and win the war."
"And we let them go so you couldn't," she snapped, "are we done here?"
I saw a dangerous look in the woman's eye. If Hotaru winded her up any more I could tell it would lead to trouble.
I grabbed Hotaru's hand and pulled her through the doors, closing it quickly and running until we were in a dark alley way on the other side of town.
"Jeez, Rikuto, what did you do that for?" she huffed, looking cross.
"Wasn't our goal to free the time-travellers, not go around picking fights with the enemy?" I reminded her, out of breath. "Come on. We need to get back to Dad and tell him what happened. He's going to get mad at you, Hotaru."
"Whatever," she said. It was then that I saw the woman from before come up to us. Mikuru Asahina. My godmother.
"P-Please, Rikuto, please take me to your father," she pleaded. "I need to speak to him. I was on my journey to see him when I got captured, actually."
"Okay," I agreed. "Our base isn't too far away from here. I hope it isn't going to rain though. I forgot to take my coat from my house, and it isn't safe to go back there anymore."
On the way back, Mikuru Asahina told me about my father.
"He was a great person, kind, although he wound us up quite a bit with his smiley nature."
"Huh. That's not surprising. He's a brilliant dad, and I think the world of him, but he does tend to wind me up sometimes. But it's been months since he's last smiled. Since he started leading the rebellion after Mr Arakawa was killed, he hasn't smiled once. It's horrible." But I wasn't set on upsetting her further so I said, "But it's okay. He'll be happy we freed the time-travellers, so maybe today he'll smile a bit."
Mikuru Asahina was quiet for the rest of the journey.
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"Daaaad, we're back!" I called to him. Mikuru Asahina cowered behind Hotaru, shy, as my dad entered the hall.
"Hey, Rikuto, Hotaru. Did you manage to free the time-travellers from Suou's mansion?" he asked, ruffling my hair.
"Yeah, we did. We bought back an old friend as well." Mikuru Asahina stepped out shyly, smiling tearfully.
"Oh, Mr Koizumi, uh, it's so good to see you," she smiled, giving him a hug. He was in complete shock.
"Miss Asahina! I thought you were dead!" He looked her in the eyes. "Where were you when you promised to come and talk to me three months ago?"
"I was in Miss Suou's mansion, like all the other time-travellers. I thought they'd keep me some place with higher security because I was an ally with Miss Suzumiya, but I guess I was of no use to them…"
"Yes, I was wondering that too. I'm so glad you're back! We lost contact right after Rikuto was born, so I hadn't seen you for years. You should come and see Kazue again. She's really missed you being around." He beckoned for us to come into the common room of the ESPers. This was good for us, because I wasn't usually allowed in there with Hotaru because they didn't understand yet that she was fully against the Sky Canopy Domain, her creators.
Mori Sonou was there, talking to my mom, and when she saw Mikuru Asahina she gave her a huge hug.
"Oh, Mikuru, where have we been without you?" Mikuru Asahina giggled nervously, obviously thrilled that we'd missed her so much. My mom was also very happy.
"Mikuru, it's been so long!"
"Oh, Miss Kazue!" They gave each other a huge hug. I stared. How long had they been friends without telling me, then?
"M-Mom?" she looked up, then let go of Mikuru Asahina and gave me and Hotaru a hug too.
"Aw, hi Rikuto, hi Hotaru! I thought you two would never come back." She smiled. "Meet your godmother, Mikuru Asahina."
"I already have met her," I pointed out, "I rescued her from that hellhole in Suou's house." Mom blinked, then glared at Dad.
"Itsuki, why did you send Rikuto and Hotaru out on a mission again? I told you, they're just kids. They shouldn't have to deal with that kind of stuff!"
"Rikuto offered, and you know Hotaru loves to go on missions. I was going to go myself with Miss Mori, but they were eager to go there by themselves," he said, defending himself. He picked up my favourite red and black baseball cap and handed it to me. "You left this here today."
"Yeah, I thought if I went with it I'd lose it. Thanks, Dad."
"No problem, kiddo. Miss Asahina, allow Miss Mori to take you to the changing rooms to find some clean clothes and take a shower, while supper's being made. Then we can all talk. Including you two, kids," he said before we'd snuck away - the meals here way too traditional. I'd forgotten the last time I'd tucked into a good old WcDonalds. Mikuru Asahina nodded shyly and followed Mori up the staircase that led to the changing rooms.
"Come here, kids. I want another hug," my mom said. We shuffled forward and she snuggled into us like we were hot blankets or something. Then she put on the electric heater and we sat down in front of it, suddenly freezing.
When Mikuru Asahina came down she looked about twenty. Her hair was all silky and the colour of rose-petals, and she was in this pretty green dress that made her look a bit like a flower fairy.
"You look so cute, Mikuruuuu," Mom cooed, inviting her for another hug. My mom's a very… clingy person.
"By the way, what can I call you? I'm a bit old for Auntie Mikuru, but I don't want to be all formal with you," I said to her, curling up my toes and turning my baseball cap backwards on my head. She giggled softly.
"You can just call me Mikuru." She said it to Hotaru as well. Hotaru flicked back her own red hair.
"Okay," she grinned. Then her stomach growled. "Hey, when's supper going to be ready? I'm starving!" she bellowed towards the kitchen.
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Cha-Cha: WOW. That prologue was way longer than I thought it would be. It's one of the longest pieces I've written, actually, which is kind of shocking XD I must suck!
I didn't intend to make this sound to shouen either, although it kinda sounded like it. Please leave a review to say what you think about it, or post an OC on our forum!
Mugi: Don't I get to say anything at all? This is my account you're on!
Hotaru: What is with me? I act way to tsundere! Are you TRYING to make me look like I'm romantically involved with Rikuto? We're practically siblings!
Kazue: I love my little Rikuto and Hotaru very much ^_^
Itsuki: I didn't sound nearly as gay as they make me act in the anime series, so thank you very much! I love my Kazue and Rikuto…. And Hotaru, too.
Hotaru: Thanks.
*Kazue and Itsuki give each other Eskimo kisses*
Rikuto: Ugh!
Cha-Cha and Mugi: Please review, and don't forget to add an OC to our crazy fanfic!