So here we are again. It seems that no matter what I try to do, I guess it just can't be helped. It's like repeating a day over and over again with each and every situation we get into, although each and every situation is somewhat new and different…I suppose…

I guess this the part where I say, 'it all started out so ordinarily' dot dot dot…where in actuality, there's just no way I could truly say that even if I really pleaded or tried to fool myself into believing that. Often I would start out that we were just "sitting around at the headquarters when…" or "it was peaceful and quiet when…" but nope, not this time.

You see, have you ever played a game of tennis, where even though you see the ball flying back towards your side, the distance across the court is just too far to close? Well forget about the player who saw the ball but couldn't do anything about it…I felt more akin with the ball itself.

But I guess the analogy still has some use. I mean, I definitely should've seen it coming from what, a year ago (away)? She even said it herself, that it was so obvious! But no matter; the past is the past, and rather than whine about how we all got into this mess in the first place…I have to start figuring out a way to get us all out of it!

High school Musical

Written by: Typewriterman

I really have to hand it to her—Haruhi Suzumiya—and give her my kudos in how well timed and planned it all was. You could say that she quite proverbially caught us with our pants down…although with Haruhi, I'm scared to even think about the literal sense. To think that such a nice looking girl could be the queerest person in all of North High…nay, probably all of Japan!

To think that despite her eccentricities, Haruhi is very privy to the affections of many of the school's male student population as well as a reserved spot in the school's rumor mill. But pay no mind as to why I know so much about that.

After suffering the daily ritual that is the arduous walk up the steep hill to school, I didn't find it peculiar at all that a soft breeze had found its way to me—on this dry and windless day—cooling off the beads of sweat that trickled down my neck. All I need now is to have Sisyphus to lend me his boulder to push it up to school, just so it will roll back down and I can start the process all over again tomorrow. If that happened, at least I'd have a better excuse for being late for class everyday!

A peculiarity I did notice was the empty spot behind my desk towards the window side of the classroom. No, it wasn't literally an empty spot—I guess the chair was just empty, but that was peculiar none-the-less. You see, that now empty seat is usually Haruhi's seat, and when it's empty there's got to be something up that girl's sleeve.

"Say Kyon, where's that Suzumiya? It feels like there's something up her sleeve…" With his slick hair gelled up, Taniguchi looked more like a sleazy car insurance salesman rather than a high school student. And by the way, can't you get it through your thick head that Kyon is my nickname?

"How should I know?" I dutifully answered back the future salesman with boredom laced in my voice. Why do people always think I'm her secretary or something?

"Whoa, there's no need to get riled up big guy, I was just wondering and all!" He raised his hands in some mock surrender towards me, and smirked at my simple shrug back.

"He's probably just tense about something." Another boy, Kunikida came to defend me. I think. "After that bad science fiction movie, who knows what you guys have planned for this coming school festival." Et tu, Kunikida?

"And other than that 30 discount for Soba noodles, I'm still waiting for any sort of pay for acting in it." Wouldn't a discount coupon be a form of payment? Sometimes I wonder if there's anything you don't complain about.

And so, with the school bell ringing, we all returned to our seats and prepared for yet another day of fun filled education. Yay! Anyways, our class found ourselves void of the well known Haruhi Suzumiya, and I quickly found that having Okabe-sensei from gym class as for yet another year as our homeroom teacher must be some sort of strange punishment from above.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of me during our first break that I found myself walking down the hallway and towards an older part of the school. The building was mainly used by art clubs and other classes that had nowhere to go, which was a perfect place to establish a certain HQ. As a creature of habit, I had trekked this path many times without any problem—ok, the occasional problem, but that was usually associated with other people, not the placement of objects—which is why I yelped upon tripping my foot against something.

Luckily no one else was around to me and my subsequent thump on the ground. It was then I noticed a series of wires crisscrossing the floor, as if it were acting like a security system to catch unsuspecting criminals. Upon closer inspection, the wires led down the hallway tied in sporadic bunches with duct tape and every few bunches were tied messily to a wall. I swear that that has to be a fire hazard!

As I trailed the length of wires it didn't take long for my ears to catch a loud "thwang" and several horrid screeches that would make an off-key C note sound pleasant. "No, no, no! Try it again!" I heard the muffled bickering of quite a familiar voice. From that point on, I knew for sure where to head down to; I didn't need to follow the trail of wires to know were they ended up. Now without further adieu, I present to you the Literature Club room…or at least, it used to be…

A burst of wind flew past my face upon opening the door, quickly followed by more of the familiar racket that was Haruhi Suzumiya. So that's where's she's been all this time, huh?

"Mikuru-chan, you really need to practice some more!" the short haired brunette girl bombastically commanded. She puffed her chest outwards with every loud call toward the meekly looking maid in front of her. Seriously Haruhi, if you were just quiet a bit more, I'm sure a lot of guys would come looking for a date. You might probably even get a weirdo to satiate your strange needs!

"You, what are you still standing around for, Kyon?" she turned her anger onto me in less than a second. Without even waiting for my retort, the girl viciously latched onto my collar and dragged me in like a crocodile grabbing an antelope on a river bank. I probably yelped as such, but I'd like to pretend I was a bit cooler about the situation, ok?

I was already used to the useless amount of crap that was scurried to the bowels of the so-called "SOS Brigade Headquarters." But upon looking at its latest incarnation I just wanted to say, "What the hell is all this crap?" But of course I wouldn't say that out loud, right?

"This is for the SOS Brigade band for this coming festival." Haruhi told me as if I should have known. Oh, of course, that…

"What?"

"Now hurry up to the drums, we've got to practice!" I see…so you're ignoring me again, aren't you? "Don't dilly dally, Kyon, we have to work on our skills if we plan to win!" I could only sigh, but that probably wouldn't faze the girl either. Curiously, I walked away from Haruhi while carefully stepping over the many wires sprawled out across the floor of the room. Wait, since when did we get drums?

"I got them…" Haruhi informed me before returning to her private tutoring lesson. Speaking of which, the youthful girl whom the crazed brunette decided to "teach" let out a small whimper and moan of confusion. In her delicate hands was a guitar that seemed too large and heavy for her petite frame to handle. Instead, she should just keep to serving her heavenly tea of the gods for all to appreciate. Heck, she's wearing her maid uniform anyway.

With yet another soothing mew, Asahina-san nervously attempted to strum more chords at Haruhi's behest.

My eyes hesitantly drew away from the astoundingly cute maid toward another corner of the room, where the sunlight shone through the glass pane of the window to make a perfect spot for reading. There, hunching her head just slightly downwards toward her lap was an even smaller girl than Asahina-san. Her quiet demeanor often brands her as kind of unsociable to others, although from my experience, I know that she can talk so much that it would make your head hurt. But it seems at the moment that Nagato-san is busy reading yet another large hardcover book for that.

Hmm, it seems to be written in Japanese this time.

I didn't have to think too hard over why the reclusive blue haired girl didn't have to practice; from her performance last year, she should be the one teaching us! I wonder if she knows any way to help us magically play whatever instrument we want?

With time slurring by, this is how we spent our club time today. That fox-faced Koizumi had popped his head in at one point, just to tell us that he'll be around for the next rehearsal because of his job. Anyways, after a while, Haruhi's stress over Asahina-san's guitar playing was too much that she just handed her a tambourine instead, whereas I on the other hand, had no such luck.

Instead, every time I played a beat off tempo, my leg would suddenly sting from being thwacked at by a drum stick. Who do you think you are Haruhi, Pavlov?

"Kyon?" She suddenly asked me, causing me to immediately halt my sporadic beat.

"Yeah?"

"You suck."

…thanks Haruhi…

"Geez Mikuru-chan, if only you had 'her' talent…" Haruhi sighed. "Although, she could always try smiling once in a while…" Hey, if you're going to refer to Nagato, why don't you call her by name?

We had ended at that, even though technically it was Nagato closing up her book and packing up that was the unofficial gavel of the SOS Brigade. Of course, I was the second to leave—Haruhi always managed to just jet away to wherever she lived—while the dreamy Asahina-san stayed behind to change out of her costume.

Somehow, despite all of her complaining, Haruhi still wanted me to play drums for this "band". If that's the case, I just wonder what Koizumi's going to do. Play piano? Sing? Just stand there and smile?

Whatever…All I know is, tomorrow is the weekend and I don't have to worry about anything school related at all...just an early morning band rehearsal…

Yare, Yare…

Author's Notes:

A bit of a misnomer, yeah, but it's all good, ne? In case you didn't catch it, the title is a reference to the Haruhi wanting to make a band, not the tv movies...

Anyways, the next chapters will be longer and a lot more plot oriented, trust me.

...legalities...

Based on the story written by Tanigawa Nagaru