Pseudotree's fanfic
Disclaimer –I do not own The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi.
Something you should be aware of –When I said 'more…"Kyon-like"' in the summary, I really, REALLY meant MORE. Also, note the "" (quotation marks).
Summary –This is a story in which Kyon behaves more…"Kyon-like" than in the original series. Many laughs, many tears. Also features Kyon-pursuing Haruhi.
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Chapter 3
"Hey –isn't that guy… Kyon or whatever?" remarked the teen.
His (presumed) friend beside him turned from the bulletin board to look out the window beside him. "Hmm? Well, yeah… He seems like him."
"Man, I heard about that nut-sack last year or so but I didn't- whoa, who's that with him?!"
A stretch, then a flash of recognition. "You don't know Suzumiya? She was in your class last year before you transferred, remember?"
"Oh, her! She's the one who flooded the locker rooms, right? Man, what a mess that was!"
The other boy chuckled. "Never got caught for that one, though. But seriously, you should have seen what she pulled afterwa-"
"I HAD THE FEELING THAT THESE FLOWERS WERE BLOOMING OUT OF SEASON…"
"Ha! He's actually doing it!" said the young man in mirth. "This is some messed up scene right here –two weirdoes waltzing around the school like some kind of a 'Romance of the Eccentric', or something… Huh, do you think he'll say anything about this bottle when I throw it at his-"
A pair of bespectacled eyes and a bone-chilling swish –the two lads by the second-story window were never seen again.
Kyon suddenly stopped mid-step as Haruhi halted along with him, and she thought she saw a slight shiver going through the boy.
"Is… something wrong?" Haruhi asked worriedly.
He looked back towards her and, after a brief pause, answered with a smile that resembled a grimace. "No, everything's fine… Just thinking about what happened back there."
This reply was accompanied with a gesture towards the astronomy club that they exited a few minutes ago –honestly, the club was well-organised, friendly, and had some fascinating findings and all, but after hearing the horrible nail-on-blackboard screeching noise produced by the club president (which was generated often, they were told), the two came to the realization that their interest in the subject was… just not strong enough.
A similar shiver ran over Haruhi as well. "…Yeah. Good thing she's not a teacher… yet."
Grinning more genuinely, Kyon responded with a simple nod.
The rest of the way towards the pair's next destination flew by, and they looked around the edge of the rather empty field confusedly until a small group of older students passed them by.
"Excuse me! Are you a Volleyball team member?"
One of the girls spoke up. "Hmm? Yeah, what about it?"
"Isn't this where the members meet? And look for new recruits?"
The senior broke a small grin. "Kid, today's only the second day –at least a quarter of the clubs in the school haven't even reopened all the way yet."
Acknowledging this with a slight bob of the head, Kyon turned to his fellow classmate apologetically. "Sorry, Suzumiya-san –I should have checked the bulletin board more carefully."
"Ah… no, don't be –it's me who should have-"
"Suzumiya? Suzumiya Haruhi?!" exclaimed the upperclassmen in front of them. "The Super Prodigy Athlete?!"
Her hands were snatched at bullet-like speed and were shaken rapidly as the older girl started rambling, to Haruhi's bewilderment. "My GOSH! I've seen the videos my friends took last year when you were at the sports festival! You just have to join the Girl's Volleyball team!!"
Frazzled but knowing that she should reply, the slightly disoriented girl was about to do so when what the other young woman said hit her.
'…the Girl's Volleyball team…' she turned to her left. '…and Kyon is…'
Masculine Kyon blinked his manly eyes back at her.
'…How is it that I completely forgot about the gender-division of high school sports teams?'
After much prying, declination, more prying, apology, and even further prying later, the devastated sempai reluctantly let her go, but not without making everyone within a 10 mile radius feel very, VERY guilty.
"So, this is the Literature clubroom?" inquired Haruhi, looking over the wooden door as if inspecting it for quality.
Kyon, who moved to knock the door, shrugged. "As far as I know."
Knock, knock.
"…Hmm."
Knock, knock.
A few more (louder) tries later, they began to grow a little impatient. After wondering out loud the possibility of the club not meeting today, Kyon assured her that they were, according to the schedule he had a glimpse of. And while taking a moment to debate whether it would be rude to just walk in or not, the two students were interrupted…
Thump.
…By a small bang against the door coming from the inside.
"…Ouch." came a muffled exclamation.
The entry opened to reveal a lithe figure standing in front of a small classroom. As the odd couple looked curiously at the short girl, they noticed a copy of The Awkward Meeting in her hand, and a bruise forming quickly on her forehead just above a pair of large glasses.
A few more moments of staring, then Haruhi spoke up. "Err… hello. We're here to check out the Literature club, Miss…?"
The smaller girl gazed impassively, then replied with a quiet –"…Nagato Yuki."
It was at this time Kyon belatedly asked her (as he snapped out of the trance-like state of bewilderment) - "Ah! Are-are you okay? You're bruising…"
Nagato turned to look up towards him, and slowly executed a slight nod.
"…Sit." she said afterwards, gesturing towards the table and chairs.
The three occupants settled down and the two newcomers introduced themselves. They were surprised to find (after some tedious attempts to get more than one word answers out of her) that Nagato was the only one in the entire club, which she seemed to have somehow re-established herself yesterday. Upon asking for a description of the Literature club's nature, she produced from her inner pocket a thin, slightly worn brochure of some sort that seems to have been written by last year's members, and handed it to Kyon.
While Kyon silently looked through the rather informative document, Haruhi glimpsed back and forth at him and the only official member (also currently reading), pondering.
"That was… interesting." remarked Kyon as he walked along with Haruhi towards their class, lunch time being nearly over.
His companion nodded. "She's quite a character, isn't she? I get the feeling that Yuki-san bumped her head trying to open the door with that book on her face."
Kyon cleared his throat. "Anyway –what do think about the club? It seems pretty fine, and more members might turn up eventually…"
Haruhi seemed thoughtful for a minute, and then smiled brightly. "Personally, I think that just by having someone like her around can make anyplace fun –she can be the club's Silent Girl Type!"
The lad beside her stared at the girl carefully. "…Suzumiya-san, don't take this the wrong way bUT I FIND YOU TO BE A RATHER UNUSUAL PERSON…"
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IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hi! Hello! How's everything?! This fic is now at its third chapter, and I suppose that means something or the other for someone at someplace… And just so all of you people who has me on Author Alert know, I may put up a one shot fanfic at some point (and no, it probably won't affect the schedule for this story's later chapters) under the Haruhi section, so don't be shocked beyond shocked if you receive a notice earlier than usual.
Thank you for reading, and know that I would appreciate any and all constructive criticisms (My stories feel too amateurish…).
