Author's Note=There are two references in this chapter. See if you can get em' ;)


The answer is always in my heart.

The church choir turned the page to a new song. This one was titled 'Tis the season to be jolly''. It could have been heard throughout the streets, spreading joy, love and…Oh as you may know it was anything but for our one hundred percent ordinary normal high schooler. But can you blame him considering his circumstances?

Snowflakes fell down from the grey sky. The rooftop, the overpass and The London Bridge covered deep in the white snow. One of it fell directly on the bridge of his nose, earning growl from the disgruntled Kyon.

'Great thanks a bunch Haruhi for always getting me into this crap. Of all the things you did this is the worst. Okay, that's a bit of a hyperbole. This is not as bad as the time you forced me to wear Miss Asahina's maid outfit and then making me sing and dance to the Hare Hare Yukai! It's up there. Next time that you have the urge to alter the world, send me off to a deserted island. Preferably with you not on it. '

The streets of Hereford London were empty with only one lonely soul in sight. At the other side of the street, inside a warm pub you could hear laughing. Behind the frosted class their silhouettes were dancing. Their children were all tucked in and sleeping, waiting to open their Christmas present first thing in the morning. From Santa Claus pfft. He scoffed with the crap parents tell their kids these days. Meanwhile, he was freezing his ass off outside in a place he was never before. Turning left and walking over the pedestrian crossing, Kyon finally made it to the hotel's parking lot. There was only one car there but there is no way it could have been his.

Beep, Beep.

'Wait….THAT'S MY CAR!?'

Kyon stood there jaw open, completely dumbfounded. In front of him was shiny maroon 1964 Aston Martin. They are not cheap and they are as rare as hen's teeth. Only 5 available worldwide and apparently that was his car or that was what the receptionist back at the hotel told him when he gave Kyon the keys. He was still in disbelieve, his arm were at the back of his head. Kyon has always been a glass half empty person but now...'Maybe things are not all that bad' He thought. Without standing any longer in the cold, Kyon hopped in the car.

Don't let the size of the car fool you as the two door car was still built for comfort. Relaxing on the beige seat, his hands on the steering wheel.'Hm…might as well give it a spin.' Kyon thought, putting the key in the ignition.


She watched from afar as he made his way to the car. As the snowflakes fall by and by he did not leave her trained eyes.


What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Yes I can drive .Earlier this year the Grade 10's had the opportunity to attend for their drivers licence. I failed it. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm a safety hazard on the road or anything, but hey maybe you should try and avoid driving over traffic cones while Haruhi screams in your ears.

A flashback shows Kyon back at North High, driving in a small sedan. The sensei, who sat in the passenger seat, looked very impressed. Who knows? Kyon smirked, making a flawless turn. Maybe he'll pass with flying colours?

Like a Houdini, Haruhi Suzumiya appeared out of nowhere in the back seat, looking quite agitated. Kyon had no idea that she was there as she yelled out at the top of her lungs.

"YOU'RE GOING TO SCREW UP!"

Needless to say he did.

Back to his current situation, a big storm was coming, as if it could not get any worse for him. He turned on the radio for the latest news, searching for something anything actually that can lead him to Haruhi. If this was the world that she had created (or it's still the original world that is in critical condition because of her mental state.) then no doubt that she'd pick a prominent figure like a president of a country. 'Better not jinx it.'

-Change radio frequency-

Jingle, Jingle Bells, All the way song playing.

-Change radio frequency-

"…And then came that moment when little Charlie realized that his parents had the same gift wrap as Santa Claus." A comedian said.

(Crowd laughter)

-Change radio frequency-

"Well Tom expects a storm to head-to-fff-"

That was pretty all he could get in this current weather condition. The rest was incomprehensible static, white noise.

Well so much for finding Haruhi now…. He punched the radio. It did not work at all, but it did help make him feel better. Kyon day. He wished that he can have one day of solitude without any weird shit happening around him

Is that too much to ask? I'm afraid with Haruhi it is.

Unbeknownst to him, a truck came directly towards Kyon. It drove well past the speed limit.

"We found the target, permission to engage?"

"Permission granted. Make sure to bring me his head as confirmation."

"Roger that. Good thing we have a hacksaw in the back."

"Locking Target."

"Target Locked"

"Time upon impact; 5 seconds."

"4 seconds."

"3."

"2."

"1."

CRASH!

Kyon laid inside the now upside down Aston Martin. Groaning, the first thing he felt upon regaining consciousness was warm liquid running down the side of his face. A nasty gash was on the side of his head. His head was not the only thing throbbing in pain, Kyon's right arm felt like it was ripped right out of its socket.

Using both his feet, he kicked the windshield of the car, before rolling out..

"It hurts!" The injured Kyon used his good arm as support on his wrecked Aston Martin. Luckily for him help was on the way or so he thought. The headlights of cars could have been seen through the storm. Four black unmarked cars stopped and out of it came the not so friendly type.

Six of them stood armed to the teeth in state of the art weaponry. MP9 Honey Badgers, grenades and body armour.

"It's John Smith! He's still alive! Shoot him! Shoot him!"

"What the hell is go-"Before he could finish his sentence. Bullets were flying past his shoulder each one nearly hitting him. The sound of fully automatic fire rang through his ears. The car he took cover from was now riddled with bullets. His heart stopped when he saw a hole in the petrol cap, a large puddle of fuel forming at his feet.

Kyon made a run for it. He did not go unnoticed as they watched him ran into the alleyway. The mercenaries ran after Kyon. However, what the six of them did not notice was on the other side of the Aston Martin a small fire ignited on the puddle on the ground, making its way to the fuel cap

KABOOM!

The massive impact of the explosion sends all the mercenaries flying. One of the mercenaries went straight through the floral shop window. Another merc's back hit the frozen fountain. Fortunately, he missed the sharp point by a few inches. With the medic tending to the injured, the leader ran after the agent.

"Is it over? Is he dead?"

With the mercenary's last strength he brought the handheld transceiver to his mouth, he coughed up a bit blood before saying; "Negative. He got away."

Not far from the massacre, a dark sedan stopped. The driver rolled her eyes. 'Figures' She thought, not at all surprised, with what she was hearing. 'Never sent a boy to do a man's job.' Good thing she came prepared. She looked at the passenger, who just happened to be her plan b.

"You know what to do when you find him."

He nodded obediently before getting out of the car. It was somewhat comical on how he got out of the car. Like a clown getting out of those small cars. However there was nothing funny about him. His metallic teeth were shining under the crescent moonlight. His shadow casting over the downed hit men, Jaws had a presence that would overshadow any giant.

How the hell do these guys know about John Smith?! Are they time travellers?! Or rogue Data Humanoid Interfaces?! I'm screwed, so freaking screwed.

Kyon had no idea where he was. In the midst of the blizzard he could barely see two feet in front of him, not to mention that he's knee deep in snow. To make thing worst it felt like he sprained his ankle in the crash. Each step was painful and became progressively worse But as long as he was far away from the crash the better..

His view finally became clear. Above him the sky above had an aurora effect. With green waves in the sky that surrounded the moon. There were many folklore stories about it, many believed that this was an omen told by up a higher ups. Higher ups? Was this another one of Haruhi's doings perhaps?

A silver lining came to his bad situation. The storm finally stopped. If only it is for a limited time, because Kyon felt like this was probably the eye of the storm. 'I would not be surprised if that's the case. Regardless, he needs to find shelter to hide from gun wielding grunts. All he had do to be there was go over two hills.

'Always with the freaking hills!'

The injured Kyon finally reached the nearest neighbourhood located at Crawford Street close to Baker's street. It was three blocks away from the crash. As with all the other houses, they were many Christmas decorations. They won't be able to tear down all these place houses before the cops come. Then it hit him. What was he going to tell the authority once they get here?

He managed to gain access to one of the houses through the back door, which was carelessly unlocked. Inside the place was lit up like New York's Time Square with all the brightly lit decorations.

Green and red socks that were filled with candy were placed near the fireplace. A robotic Santa Claus, which he thought was only available back at Japan stood in the corner of the living room. Small creepy porcelain dolls of Santa and his elves stood in a line . These people were definitely in the Holiday spirit.

If you think it is bad inside, you should see outside. on the lawn, there were reindeers, snowmen, and on the roof, in flickering green and red colours it said MERRY XMAS.

"Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!" The robot Santa said, its yellow eyes glowing.

'Quiet you.'

As he expected from them, even cookies and milk were laid out on the dining room table. He decided to help himself out since no one was going to get it or at least not the one who it was for.

I can't help but feel bad. How would any of you feel if some guy breaks into your house at Christmas Eve and eat some fat guy who does not even exists cookies and milk

Kyon stood up and made his way to the kitchen. Lady luck was at his side because he saw a first aid kit on the counter. Opening the bag, Kyon was relieved to see that it had everything he's going to need. Disinfectant for the gash on his head, pain pills, bandages. He rolled up his crimson stained shirt, seeing that a small piece of shrapnel made its way from the explosion. Not fatal or anything but he was certainly going to treat it to prevent an infection

Kyon bit his lip as he guided the sharp needle to the gaping wound. 'This is going to hurt.'

A kick send the front door flying all the way to the other side of the hallway. "Knock, Knock!"

He had a heavy British accent, "John Smith!"

Nothing but the wind outside could have been heard.

"They call me Jaws! My client speaks very highly of you. You should be honored. I must say I'm a bit gobsmacked 'ere with all the things I have heard. Never thought I'd see the day that I come to face with the John Smith."

"So are you going to come out or what?"

He hunched down, his gloved fingers tracing across Kyon's icy snow foot track that led all the way to kitchen, "Oi piggy. Spending donkey years in the SAS, you learn to tract your prey's movement. Just come out, gimme a challenge and I'll promise this'll be quick."

"…or if you prefer do it the hard way…" He pulled out his machete from his sheath. Kyon felt chills running down his spine as he hid under the table, hearing that sound.

He held his breath as not to give away his positions. Kyon watched as he got closer and closer until..

"I got you now little pig."

Just like that Jaws flipped the table over and picked him up. His massive fist striked Kyon. It felt like he was hit by a train, sending him flying all the way in the living room but not before Kyon went through the glass door. He tried crawling away using his good arm but the meat head took a hold of his sore ankle and threw Kyon around like he was a ragdoll.

"Wait a bloody minute…"

He kicked Kyon at the side, turning him around. They were now face to face.

"You're JOHN SMITH?!" The mercenary's demeanour changed. A bewildered look on his face, followed by fits of laughter. It all seems to be good to be true. "Mi5? Afghanistan? Where they all lies?"

Kyon spoke. "Listen…I have no idea what you're talki-OFF!"

A punch in the gut sent Kyon back on floor. It was not done there as the grunt started kicking him.

" I've-"

Kick.

"Never"

Kick.

"Been-"

Kick

"So-"

Another kick.

"-Insulted!"

Followed by another.

"There is only one way to be sure then. If you are not going to give me a challenge..."

He said, calmly placing his machete down.

"..then I'm just going to have to squeeze the…life out you!"

Using just one arm, the mercenary picked up a bloody and battered Kyon, slamming, his back against the wall. Jaws' hands went over his neck, chocking the life out of him.

"The Queen sends her regards."

Slowly, he felt himself fading, his eyes closing. Kyon's life was flashing before him. An image of a mother holding a new born baby boy in an Emergency Room appeared. She knew exactly what to name him. The poor baby's aunt however had a different name. One that was way worse.

Wow. Kyon sat back down on his chair, quite relieved that he did not screw up his introduction. He wanted to make a good first impression at North High and from the looks of it he did. The class smiled at him.

That was until the girl behind him said nonchalantly, "I'm Haruhi Suzumiya from East Junior High. First of I'm not interested in ordinary people, but if any of you are aliens, time travellers or espers please come see me. That is all."

Kyon turned around to see a strange but beautiful girl. Was she being serious? Funny thing is, Kyon also wanted aliens, espers and time travellers to exist. But you know what they say about being careful what you wish for….

In the end what do you say to the god of death?

Not today!

GHING!

The porcelain Santa Claus shattered into a million pieces when Kyon slammed it on the cranium of the bald headed hired gun. One shot, that was all it took to send the big guy out cold.

Kyon coughed violently when the grip was loosened. He managed to get himself up into a seated position, still trying to catch his breath. One question was running through his head. Why did they want to kill John Smith so badly?

The last active mercenary heard all the commotion outside, and made a run towards the house. The first thing he realised that there was no front door. He aimed his UMP in the entrance hallway. Clear. He walked in to the living room, seeing an injured Kyon.

"I got you now Smith!"

In a quick reflex moment, Kyon pulled out Jaw's pistol that was in his chest holster, pulling the trigger. His intentions were to scare him away with a shot. But instead the bullet ricochet against the robot Santa's head and lodged straight into the mercenary. He was dead on the scene.

For a minute, nothing but the sound of the wind whimpering outside could have been heard.

The gun fell to the ground. His eyes widened over what had just transpired. I killed him! I killed a man.


Author's Note= This chapter was quite a rough one. Sorry for taking so long. Thanks for the support you have shown me through reviews and views. :D

So did you get the reference, I was talking about? If you did, let me know in the comment section. If not then don't let that stop you from giving your two cents. I'm eager to hear your opinion of this so far. Just go easy on me cuz I bruise easily :3 Oh and just a little heads up The Secret of Haruhi Suzumiya and Kyon and Total Eclipse of The Heart will be a week or 2 late. I'm having a lot of problems with those two. :0

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