Hey guys! Welcome back to the fanfiction Capped!

If you're wondering why I named it that o~o Well, that's because it has something to do with wine xD Basically, this whole fanfiction has to do with wine! Isn't that amazing? I guess I'm just really obsessed with wine... Ah, I'm just kidding. Sure I compair some things to wine, but I'm not even 21 yet!

Well whatever you get out of this, I at least hope you enjoy it! Now onto the disclaimer!

I do not own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya in any way shape and/or form! The only way that would be possible is if there was a situation like The Disappearance...

Itsuki lay on his bed, his right arm slouching over its side. His other arm was wrapped around his forehead, as if it was shielding his eyes from something. He looked pitiful. Itsuki's eyes shifted around his room, and then finally settled back on the dark ceiling he was staring at before. He took a deep breath, shaking slightly, and closed his eyes.

"What had come over me?" He asked himself. "She must have been frightened." Ever since he had left the café, Itsuki had felt a weird feeling in his gut. Almost like the guilty feeling a small child would get knowing that he colored on the wall while his parents were away. He had never been with Haruhi alone before, the feeling of them alone together must have gotten to his head. He would never ask Miss Suzumiya such a question.

It could be… that I long for her sympathy. He thought to himself. Although Miss Suzumiya will never give me sympathy, she doesn't know me that well… and she never will.

"..Have you ever though about having your own family, Miss Suzumiya?" He had asked.

Itsuki shook his head at the memory. Of course she hasn't thought about having a family.

And defiantly not starting one with myself. He confessed to himself.

Itsuki removed his arm from his head and brought it to his waist, opening his eyes to still find total darkness among his room. Or possibly…I asked her that question because of my family…

At this thought, his mind rushed with memories.

Disturbing memories.

"Itsuki~" A music voice called from downstairs.

"I-I'm almost there!" Itsuki called from his room, sliding on his long sleeved shirt. He ran from his room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen where his mother stood, her hands on her hips.

"You need to stop staying up so late at night, Itsuki. It's causing you your sleep! Do you know how important it is for a teenager to get his sleep?!" She scolded him.

Itsuki nodded. "I've had a lot of homework the past couple days… I'm sorry…" He quickly grabbed an apple and took a small bite, his mother staring at him. "So you're not having breakfast with me this morning?" She asked.

"I have places to be, people waiting on me." He said with his mouth full of apple.

"You're thirteen! What kind of people are waiting on you?!"

"..I have friends." He replied. "We're starting a project that's due when we get back to school. We want to get it done early so that we have time to do other things during the break."

"…Just be back before dinner." His mother sighed. "Your father's coming home tonight and he's very excited to see you again."
Itsuki's lips lifted into a smile. "I'll be back." He said as he slipped on his jacket, then his shoes, then out the door.

Itsuki's mother shook her head and smiling. "I miss my teenage days…" She laughed to herself and continued washing the dishes in the sink.

Itsuki's feet flew along the ground as he raced across the city. He was meeting Takeshi, Nastsuo, and Satoshi at the city's large community park. He lived close enough, so it wasn't much of an adventure getting over there. Itsuki had always enjoyed walking along the only crosswalk he had to cross to get there, though. He took a quick glance at his watch, only to find that he had ten minutes until he'd be late to meet the group. Itsuki was never late.

He could see the crosswalk that was along the car-filled road, it was about 54 seconds away. He ran as fast as his feet could take him, and when he finally reached the crosswalk, he stopped dead in his tracks. Cars flew along the road; there was no break in traffic for miles. Itsuki took another glance at his watch; he still had nine minutes to make it there. Cars buzzed past him, making his hair fly into his face.

The longer Itsuki stood, the more awkward he felt. He loved crossing the crosswalk, but there was an odd reason for that.

For some reason, the past couple days he had crossed this cross walk, Itsuki would get a very weird feeling inside of him. Almost as if someone was watching him… Of course, nobody was stalking him; Itsuki was probably just imagining things. This feeling didn't scare him, not yet. It actually made him excited. But this time, the feeling was almost too strong to handle.

Cars continued to zoom past Itsuki, the wind that flew along with him sent a chill down his spine. Itsuki had to get away from this place. It felt dangerous…

Looking around, he took a step forward, not minding the many cars still flying past the crosswalk he was about to run on.

If I'm late they're gonna kick my ass.

His foot touched the white lines painted onto the road, and the feeling only became stronger. The hair on Itsuki's arms began to stick up, goose bumps formed on every inch of his skin. This feeling was different from the ones he would get whenever he'd cross this crosswalk. This time, he felt as if he was feeling someone else's emotions. Whoever this person was, he or she wasn't happy at all.

Itsuki quickly took another step onto the crosswalk, and started to run as fast as he could.

"What the hell is that kid doing?!"

"Somebody get him outta there!"

"He's gonna kill himself!"

He heard honking, people yelling, and tires screeching. He looked up, to find a car coming right his way. As he ran faster, the loud noises got louder. The crosswalk he was crossing looked as if it was miles long. Itsuki's legs began to burn, as if he'd been running in some kind of marathon. He couldn't outrun this car coming toward him. He stopped in the middle of the road, as the car was inches away from him.

When he closed his eyes, all he could see were memories.

Memories of birthdays, memories of school, memories of… A girl.

She was angry. She was sad. She was happy.

She met friends, she lost friends, and then she was angry. And then she was sad.

She had her first boyfriend, he was just a human. She dumped him, he was angry. She was sad.

But one theme seemed to reoccur in with this girl's life.

Nobody understood her.

Who is this…?

They weren't his memories.

Itsuki Koizumi, who stood in the middle of a crosswalk with a car about to hit him, was in utter confusion. He wasn't scared, he was confused.

As the car continued to what seemed like slowly pull toward Itsuki, he shut his eyes tighter, totally prepared for his death.

But, the strangest thing happened.

He was still breathing.

Itsuki Koizumi was still alive, after running into on-coming traffic.

With his fists tightly clenched at his sides, he took in a ragged breath.

There's no way I can still be alive.

Every sound was fading. There was no more honking, screeching, or any voices.

Everything was silent.

He still stood in the same spot he was when he was 'hit'. But… Nobody was here. Itsuki slowly opened his eyes and looked down, the white lines of the crosswalk were still under his feet, but where had the cars gone? Itsuki patted his hands all around his body, checking for any injuries he might have gotten from the accident.

There's no way….

He continued to study his surroundings, but there wasn't too much to where he was. All the sidewalks were bare, all the roads empty.

Itsuki picked up his feet and continued to cross the crosswalk hesitantly. "Maybe I really am dead…"

Where ever he was, he would have never imagined that his afterlife would take place in a land so full of…Melancholy.

When Itsuki reached the end of the crosswalk, the feeling of anger that wasn't his started to rise. What was this? Whatever it was, it was calling to him.

Itsuki stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and brushed his hand against the building next to him to make sure where ever was that it was real and not a dream.

There has to be someone here. These emotions… aren't coming from myself.

I need to find this person. This person needs… Comfort.

Itsuki looked down the sidewalk to find still nothing. He picked up his head and ran, the farther he ran, the more angry this person would get. Why are you so angry? Please tell me…

He continued to run, and the emotions continued to get stronger. Were these emotions really his? There's no way they could be.. Itsuki had never felt so angry in his life. Ever.

He had nothing to be angry bout. Yet.

Itsuki heard a loud crash from far away. He turned his head to the source of the crash, only to find something completely disturbing.

A giant… Blue thing.

"What on earth…?"

The thing was huge; about six times bigger than a 12 story building. It had the figure of a human, but there's no way that it actually was human.

It had no face, just a couple of red dots that didn't even match up to the same size.

As this thing continued to swing around its massive arms, causing buildings to crumble, Itsuki stood in utter shock.

"There's no way that this thing could hold its own weight…" Itsuki mumbled to himself as he continued to watch the blue figures destroy his city.

Where the hell was he? What kind of afterlife has massive blue creatures as tall as the sky?

The blue mass continued to take out buildings, one after another. Itsuki couldn't pick up his feet. His legs were as heavy as led. Was this blue thing going to destroy him, too?

The monster's head turned to Itsuki's direction, and stopped all actions.

Itsuki's eyes widened. This thing was going to kill him.

The mass picked up its huge legs and took a booming step, shaking Itsuki.

You have to run, stupid! Run! His brain told him.

But he couldn't. So, was he going to die twice in one day? Was that even possible?

The blue mass took another powerful step, each of its steps equaling about three miles.

Its legs were too long…

Run damn it! You must run! His brain continued to shout. Itsuki picked up his foot slowly, and then began a dead sprint. He could hear the monster's loud footsteps close by.

He saw the crosswalk where he thought he'd entered close by, and ran with all his might back to that crosswalk.

There has to be a way out of here. There's no way that this is where I belong in the afterlife. He told himself.

As he reached the crosswalk, he ran out into the middle where he had last seen the truck, and hoped that this was the way out. As he took a centimeter step past the middle of the crosswalk, he hit something. He looked up, to find nothing.

"The hell..?"

He reached out his hand, only to find that it stopped right as it should have gone passed the space in the middle of the crosswalk.

"What is this, a joke?"

He continued to press his hand against nothing. What could this be? Was he really trapped in this hell-hole?

Itsuki looked back, to find the giant blue monster standing about 7 miles away from him.
It was just standing… But why?

He looked closer to find bird-size glowing balls of red light.

"…"

They stood still for a few seconds, but then instantly started moving at a speed that seemed faster than sound. All that Itsuki could make out were gleaming streaks of red that flew around the giant. They cut through the giant, causing its arm to fall off slowly. The place where its arm should have been was now pouring out what seemed like blue sand, but what kind of monster is made of sand? The red beams of light quickly tore apart the monster, until there was no more left of it. The beams slowed down to where Itsuki could count them before they disappeared; there were three.

Suddenly Itsuki heard a loud crack from above. He looked up to find the grey sky above him…cracking. Each hole in the sky brought a small ray of light into the dark place, but the small light hole quickly expanded into bright red cracks that creeped along the sky. Itsuki stood quietly, staring at the sky. What else was there to do? Where ever he was, it was about to be destroyed.

Buildings all around him began to shake, and eventually cracked along with the sky. And before he knew it;

Itsuki was back at the crosswalk, a car heading straight for him. He picked up his feet and ran across the small sidewalk, finally reaching the other side of the sidewalk.

Itsuki leaned against the building next to him, gasping for air. The space he was in before, full of nothingness and darkness, and was now filled with lights, people and noise.

"…What the hell is going on with me?"