Mr. Sunshine and Mr. Kyon part 3
"Kyon! Telephone!" Imouto pops into my room holding the cordless, she comes over and hands it to me and runs away just as quickly as she'd appeared.
"Hello?" I ask, thinking it might be Kunikida or Taniguchi or maybe even Haruhi.
"Hey Kyon – kun, it's Koizumi," he says, I freeze up instantly, how did he get my number? And it was just this afternoon when he started black mailing me, how could he have decided so quickly? "You remember that café that Haruhi made us come to back when I first got here?"
"Yeah…" I say, leaning back in my chair, homework splayed out on my desk. This was the last thing I needed, more stress.
"Come there tomorrow at ten, if you don't, I'm sending the picture. Okay?" he asks.
"…" like he really has to ask, but knowing him, he might get trigger happy, no I nod before agreeing.
"Great, see you then." He says, and hangs up. I stare at the phone for a long while, knowing there's nothing the phone could have done about this horrible call, sighing I get up and leave my room to return it to its pedestal on the kitchen counter.
Tomorrow, begrudgingly, comes. I get up at eight, showering quickly but the second I step out and dry myself off I'm covered in sweat once more. The heat wave hadn't let up and this was day three of the effects, and it wouldn't stop for a while, or so the weather man said.
This time I leave early and walk, the last thing I needed was to have my bike taken again, and there would be no penalty if I'm late.
"Your late," Koizumi noted as I sat down across from him at the café.
"So?"
"You get the penalty." He said. Great, he's just like Haruhi, and considering he's copying her he'll pick a similar punishment.
"…"
"That means you don't get to order." He said, "And I already ordered anyway, so you'll just have to sit tight." He smiled as he said that. My eye twitched.
"So why am I here?" I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose with one hand.
"We're going to have a date Kyon – kun."
"….." He can't be serious. Like, a real date? You have got to be kidding me.
"Don't make that face Kyon – kun," he smiled.
"Would you stop calling me that?" I asked.
"No," he said, and then the waitress came, setting two large, orange parfaits down, one in front of each of us, a thin slice of orange poking out of a mountain of orange colored whip cream. It looked overly sweet and might send someone into diabetic shock.
Peeking up Koizumi was smiling at me, one hand holding his head up, waiting for me to take a bite.
"…"
"Kyon – kun?" he asks.
"What?"
"Eat."
"…" Ugh. I would have preferred Haruhi's penalty, at least that would have been feasible. But this? It looks like something Asahina would eat, so why did Koizumi order it? Well, I've lived a long life, I suppose.
Taking the spoon I shoved a tiny bit into my mouth, hoping that if I died it would be quick and painless. I blink. What? It actually wasn't to terribly bad. Not really sweet more orangey than I'd thought. Remarkably cool and refreshing.
"You didn't get to drink yours yesterday, so this is to make it up." Koizumi said, taking a bite from his own.
I just stared at him. There had to be something wrong with this guy, I mean, no one would go this out of their way over a missed drink. Unless he's not sane. Yeah… that's probably it. He's insane, he's gonna make me go out on a date with him, of course he's crazy.
"Uh, thanks." I mutter.