Second chapter, a little shorter than the first, but not by much. I wanted to upload these two at the same time but for some reason I didn't. Anyway this is where the story really kicks off so enjoy!

Chapter II - Sudden Arrival

I was awoken in the morning the same way I usually am, by my hyperactive sister who sees fit to interrupt my slumber in the same way that bell does everyday at school. Just like every other day, shortly before my alarm goes off, the door to my room burst open and my sister charged in.

"Wake up Kyon! Come on get up! Get up! Get up! You're gonna be late for school! Wake up Kyon! Wake up!" She cried as she jumped up and down on my bed and pounded on my body.

Apparently she thought that this wasn't getting the message across so she pulled on my sheets until I rolled off my bed and onto the floor.

"Okay, alright I'm up." I said annoyed as I crawled out of my covers and picked myself up off the ground. "Do you think there's a change you can let me wake up normally for once?" I questioned as I gave her and exasperated and tired look.

"He he he, silly Kyon! Someone needs to wake you up in the morning or you'll miss school!" She smiled and picked up Shamisen. "Come on Shami! Lets go have breakfast!" She exclaimed enthusiastically as she ran out the door.

I wish I could be as carefree and easygoing as her, but I guess I wasn't so different when I was her age. But alas, things did have to change.

As much as we may wish, everyone has to grow up eventually. Although a certain someone I know might be contradicting that statement…

I stretched and let out a long yawn before making my way to the washroom at the end of the hall. Taking a look in the mirror I saw my tired face staring back, and my messy hair sticking out everywhere. I washed my face in an attempt to wake myself up, and it was then that I remembered what Haruhi had said at the clubroom yesterday. That she wanted to find more members for the SOS Brigade, and that we would talk more about it today.

I shuddered at the though as I continued to wash my face.

Why did we even need to consider recruiting new members again? It wasn't going to happen. The case is closed. No one wants to join the SOS Brigade, and for fairly obvious reasons.

We advertise ourselves as a group who looks for supernatural phenomenon. Well that's acceptable enough, but we have to add on the fact that our club is led by Haruhi Suzumiya, possibly one of the most unapproachable human beings on the face of the Earth. She will let you know if she doesn't like you and will hold nothing back.

Couple this with her reputation and that I have experienced first hand the lengths she will go to in order to extort people to get what she wants, it just doesn't create a very welcoming environment for even the hardiest of individuals.

Trying to get someone to join the SOS Brigade is like trying to fry an egg on ice, it just won't work. No matter how hard you try or how long you wait that egg is never going to fry. That ice will melt before the egg even has a chance. You're better off to pass by the ice, egg in hand without even giving it a glance, because the mere idea of it will pervert your existence, and you won't be able to go back.

In conclusion, there is no way we are going to find willing members to join the SOS Brigade. Although I don't think that Haruhi would be terribly upset if the members weren't entirely willing, that's the situation most of the current member find themselves in anyway.

Surrendering to the fact that I will have to face yet another onslaught of Haruhi logic, possibly culminating in the acquisition of yet more slaves, I dried off my face and made my way back to my room to change.

Maybe if we gained enough normal people as members we could stage a coup and overthrow Haruhi. A rebellion sounds like a good idea. Yes, a change in regime is definitely needed.

Any thoughts of this possible rebellion were immediately dashed and forgotten when I re-entered my room. Everything seemed normal except for one small, little detail.

There was a girl lying in my bed.

No, not my sister, it was a girl.

Okay my sister is a girl but, not like de-… Eh whatever. I'm sure you understand.

This girl who was in my bed was just laying there, sleeping. Being logical I tried to think of how she had gotten there. I couldn't have been in the washroom for more than five minutes, so where did she come from?

Maybe it's just a dream, always a possibility right?

It seems this is the route that people will often take when faced with something undesirable or simply something they can't comprehend. Believing you are in a dream is something easy to do and provides an immediate and simple answer for everything. Here I see an unfamiliar girl sleeping in my bed, the very same bed that was vacant when I left five minutes ago. I don't understand this, therefore I must be asleep. There we go, problem solved, so just close your eyes, open them and it'll be gone.

Or not.

Upon re-opening my eyes the person in question was still there sleeping peacefully.

One thing I forgot to consider is that you never question anything in your dream while you're dreaming. Think about it, imagine your last dream. Everything makes perfect sense in your dream world, nothing seems strange at all, until suddenly you wake up and think, "what the hell was that?"

And just like that, I have disproven the "this is a dream" as a reasonable conclusion for anything. I will never use this option again.

Back to reality (I think). I stood there in my doorway with what I imagine to be a look of confusion and shock on my face, because that is exactly what I saw looking back at me.

The girl stirred, opened her eyes, looked at me with confusion, followed by shock and there was silence until we said simultaneously.

"Who the hell are you?"

The silence returned after that outburst, we just continued to stare at one another.

I could now have a better look at this mystery girl lying in my bed. She was rather small, had long brown hair that was just as messy as mine, but what struck me was her face. It looked just like the one I saw staring back at me in the mirror moments ago.

She broke the silence by asking, "What's your name?"

As unfortunate as this is, I replied to the question using my nickname. I'm not really sure why I didn't use my real name, I guess I've just gotten so used to everyone calling me by my nickname that it has become natural even for me to refer to myself using it. No matter where I go now that's what I'm called, at home, at school, I'm Kyon, so that's what I said, "Kyon."

Her eyes widened a little at this response and she said, "Everyone calls me Kyonko…"

The silence returned yet again, and it was now that I took the chance to look around my room. Everything appeared in order except for a few things.

There was an empty futon lying on the ground where I had left my sheets in a pile after my sister's adventure. That was definitely not there before.

There were two bags sitting by the door at my feet where I had left my lone bag last night. That's different.

Then, on the wall beside my uniform, there was another uniform. Same colour scheme, they looked like they belonged together, except that one had a skirt. I don't think that I hung that up last night.

While I was busy gawking around my room for answers, my little sister came running back in, seemingly indifferent to the situation.

"Kyon, Kyonee-chan! Hurry up! You're gonna be late for school if you don't hurry!" My little sister exclaimed as she jumped on my bad again and began pulling at the sheets.

It was like watching my sister wake me up, it was exactly the same as what happened to me.

After a short struggle with the pile of cloth she abandoned her quest and retreated from my room laughing and smiling.

I brought myself back to the situation at hand and reality began to set in as I connected the dots.

"So you're… me?" I said as I continued to just stand there.

"Looks like it." She replied. She didn't move either.

I sighed and took a seat beside my occupied bed. "If you're me then you must know who's responsible for this." I said as I looked at the two uniforms hanging side by side.

She nodded as she began to move into a sitting position.

"Haruhi is the only one who could have done this." I stated and turned to look at her.

"Yeah, if anything like this were to happen I would blame Haruki without any doubt."

Haruki? The male equivalent of Haruhi? Geez, now there's a scary though.

Okay so if she is saying that Haruhi is a guy wherever she's from, and she's a girl, obviously. So that must mean… Oh, that's what it means…

So in her universe everyone I know must be the opposite gender. Makes perfect sense.

I didn't feel the need to repeat this to my other self, because if I was able to figure it out then she should too, she is me after all.

I would have been surprised at how easily she had come to cope with this had I not remembered that she was me. I'm doing fine in this situation, as strange as that sounds, but spending time with the SOS Brigade tends to desensitize you to these types of situations. If I me can understand the situation and stay calm, then her me should have no problem because we're the same person. I'm sure that if I were her me and she were I me, then it would be the same right? I also know that this train of thought uses too many consecutive pronouns.

"Well," I said as I got up and looked back down at myself. "Let's get ready for school then."

I grabbed my uniform and made my way back to the washroom, figuring I would give myself some privacy.

That sounds weird doesn't it? Why would I need to give myself privacy, it shouldn't be strange to see myself naked. The other me is a girl though, so I think it'll be kind of uncomfortable and awkward, even if it is me. Best to leave it at that.

So I changed into my uniform and walked back to my room, and knocked on the door to make sure I was done changing, wouldn't want to walk in on myself. "Can I open the door?" I said as I knocked

"Yeah come on in, I'm almost ready to go."

Opening my door to pick up my bag, the female me was sitting at my desk putting some final touches into her hair, which was up in a ponytail. Figures.

After a quick breakfast we were off to school. I figured that since my sister didn't act strange regarding the sudden appearance of a female me nobody else would either. Unless I blatantly stated that she was me from another universe, I didn't think that we would get much trouble. Even if I did tell anyone that I doubt they would believe me, they would likely think that I had finally lost it after spending so much time with Haruhi.

Not long after we departed from my, or our house I had a question burning in my mind regarding my other self that needed answering. I thought I knew the answer, but I couldn't be sure, even if it was me, so I had to ask. "Do you always have your hair in a ponytail?"

"Most of the time." Was the response she gave. "It's not because it's too much of a hassle style it in other ways or anything, I just like how it looks like this."

I chucked to myself a little as we continued our walk to school. Figures.

Hopefully I haven't stepped on anyone's toes yet with this story. Not sure how long it will be before the next update, so please don't expect anything regular. I'm going to let some comments roll in before I start on anything else, so please leave a review to let me know what you think, thank you and goodnight!