I wasnt gonna do an authors note, but then I did. I have been thinking of Suzumiya for a while, after seeing that Smash Bros Brawl skit at Supanova last weekend. How they got that dance in there is beyond me but they did. For some reason, all that led to this. Dont ask how cause I really dont know.

PLEASE PLEASE drop a review. If I dont know opinions I dont write. Simple as, and I dont want ANOTHER story to die off.

SPOILERS! Are DEFINATELY for the movie and the novel 'The disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya' Definately worth a watch, still waiting for the dub. It is SO cute in Japanese though.

I do not own Haruhi Suzumiya, or anything within association. I apologise for my crap grammar too

It happened in the early hours of Saturday morning. Haruhi had been ranting and raving abut something big that was happening the day before, and, without actually telling us anything about it, as usual, she demanded we all meet at the train station by nine a.m. So naturally, in a vain attempt to save my wallet from the inevidable torture it would most likely receive, I went to bed early.

Being awoken at three in the morning by the evil that is my phone, shattered any hope of the aforementioned plan succeeding.

"Hello?"

"Erm...hello."

"May I ask who this is?"

"Of course. My name is Emiri Kimidori." The computer club president's alleged girlfriend?

"Miss Kimidori? What seems to be the problem?"

"Its hard to explain over the phone and its unlikely you'd believe me if I could. I really am sorry for the indecent hour, but is it at all possible for you to come to my location? I think the evidence would best speak for itself."

I stared at the phone for a moment. Why would a girl, whom I'd met a total of once, suddenly call me out of the blue and ask me to come over? How does she even have my number? The only people who have it are members of the SOS Brigade. Against my better judgement (stupid curiousity. I blame Haruhi) I agreed to meet Miss Kimidori and scribbled down the address before saying our farewells. I was almost tempted to fall back asleep, until I took a closer look at the paper on my knee.

The address Miss Kimidori had given me belonged to Nagato.

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I dont think I've ever gotten dressed and jumped out of my bedroom window quite as quickly as I had after my sudden realisation. Something had to seriously wrong for Nagato to get an almost complete stranger to call in the middle of the night. My mind began to drift back to the events of December 18 and what Nagato had said after I'm woken up from my 'coma'. Had the Thought Entity done something to hurt her? And why call me?

In my haste, I barely managed to lock my bike properly before hammering in the room number.

"Miss Kimidori, its Kyon."

No answer came but the door opened immediately and I ran up five flights of stairs, feeling too impatient to both and wait for the elevator. Gasping for breath, I knocked on the door, hopefully not too loud as to wake any neighbours. I may have been in a rush, but I still have enough sanity to do at least that. As expected, a familiar, lime green head popped through.

"Ah Kyon, you arrived quicker than expected."

"I recognised the address. Is something wrong with Nagato?"

"You had better come in. There really is no believable way to explain this without visual eidence."

No more words were exchanged after that, I just followed her through the bare apartment. Nothing ever seemed to have changed. Miss Kimidori came to a hault outside the room that Miss Asahina and I had spent three years in suspended sleep in so many months ago.

"You'll have to stay as quiet as possible. It sounds like she's finally asleep."

Clearly ignoring my obviously confused expression, she proceeded to open the door that held so much mystery.

The familiar blank walls stared back at me but that wasnt what called my attention. The unmistakable figure of Ryoko Asakura knelt in the center of the floor. In shocked reflex, I had made to yelp in surprise, but Miss Kimidori seemed to antisipate my reaction and clamped a hand over my mouth. Averting my eyes further down, I understood why.

Situated by Asakura's knees was the blue futon I had slept in previously. It was content of said futon that took me off guard.

Laid on its side beneath the blanket, clutching what looked like a plushie of some sort, was a lilic haired child sucking innocently on its thumb. It sighed, pulling its toy closer to itself.

"Whats going on?"

"Doesnt she look familiar Kyon?"

Asakura remained silent since we entered, watching me as I crept closer and knelt by the child's head. Brushing its bangs to the side lightly, I could make out more familiar features. I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor.

"It cant be."

"I'm afraid so."

I continued to stare at the bundle in astonishment.

"Nagato?"