Lost
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There stands no legitimate reason for me to actually support the SOS Brigade other than that I'd be bored otherwise, and that Haruhi would destroy the world. All the more reason to not be apart of the SOS Brigade.
Tossing my textbook aside – I'd fail the upcoming exams anyways – I laid back on my bed. I didn't fight the coming heaviness of my eyes. In this mid-spring night, it was serene. Peaceful.
Exhaustion took over and did the rest.
Amidst my snoring, I found myself to be quite awake in the dull gray darkness of my room.
Wait, that doesn't make sense… how can I be snoring and awake (and not the obvious "I'm faking it" deal)?
Yet another thing seemed to be out of place – sounds echoed in a normally terrible acoustic-filled room.
I suddenly sat up quickly.
Sound echoing? Gray atmosphere?
I attempted to stand up. Feeling no immediate friction against my bed's covers, my mind grew even more confused.
I looked around, noting that I was indeed in my own room. I turned back towards my bed and saw something that may have scared my own soul from the shell of my body…
If I wasn't staring at the shell of my own body.
A drooling me was hysterically hugging his pillow, asleep.
Where the hell am I?
I turned and immediately looked out the window. Everything was a dull shade of gray, and things seemed to be abandoned. No street lights, no movement, nothing.
Was this Closed Space?
If so, why can I see my own body?
After what seemed like hours of silence (my head teeming full with questions), I stood up. Not that I actually felt the floor… I was surprisingly weightless, and didn't feel any contact with any solid object.
I waved my hands in front of my eyes. They were glowing a faint blue.
What the hell is going on here?!
My answer, came in two forms.
The first, and most abnormal, was the sight of Haruhi running across my front yard. Only she wasn't the Haruhi from North High. No… she was the one who I had met when I traveled back in time at Tanabata.
Little Haruhi Suzumiya from East Junior High, four years ago.
Moreover, she didn't seem to be confused about the Closed Space but acted as though nothing was wrong. As if she was still a part of the real world, and the barrier of Closed Space was a window which only I could see through.
I tried giving a shout, but alas no voice rang out. I should have known.
The second answer came from my faint, incandescent blue glow. As I tried yelling towards Haruhi, I grew brighter.
In Closed Space, only two things "glow".
Celestials and espers.
To the best of my knowledge, only one of them glow "blue".
Celestials.
Either I was the abomination that wreaked havoc on buildings, or I had suddenly become a new breed of esper. I had no way of confirming either of those.
If there was ever a time I needed the SOS Brigade, it was now.
Nagato would indefinitely explain the events occurring. In the real world, at least…
Koizumi would have knowledge as to why I'm in Closed Space, outside of my body.
Asahina-san would know why I'm looking at Haruhi from four years ago.
My solution hadn't come for several more hours. During those hours, I simply stared at Haruhi, unable to communicate with her. She seemed to be finishing the activities of her day, and I was the only one with a first-row seat of watching her.
Then I saw it.
I originally dismissed it as a firefly, but then returned my gaze towards it.
Fireflies aren't red. That means that Koizumi has entered…
Finally! I can get some answers here.
I took a step outside, patiently waiting for the glowing red light to get bigger. As soon as it came within earshot, I made an attempt to speak.
"…"
Dammit, why does some form of torment always befall me? I still can't talk!
The esper's shape became steadily more recognizable. Yep, it was Koizumi alright. His form was easily no other – he wasn't the extreme ball of red, fiery mist.
I gave a wave to him as he walked towards me. His voice was lowered as he spoke to himself, almost annoyed.
"Suzumiya-san, you must keep your emotions at bay. I'm becoming quite annoyed that you randomly create a Closed Space at 2 in the morning."
Yep… he's annoyed.
Hey Koizumi! Mind telling me what's goi- OW!
Koizumi had just attacked, slicing my arm clean off.
What the hell! I'll be damned if I know why, but really? Koizumi is attacking me?
No blood. Okay, well that's a bright side of this situation. Not that I'm trying to be an optimist here.
I tried once again to speak up. No sound came from me.
Wait, Koizumi! Stop!
He attacked once more, inflicting more pain. Thankfully, no dismemberment came about this time.
Hey! That hurts!
My remaining arm slowly made its way to my forehead. I rubbed my head in confusion, trying to process what was happening.
I'm in a Closed Space.
I can see Haruhi Suzumiya from four years ago. I can also see myself snoring in my own room.
I'm glowing blue.
Celestials glow blue.
Koizumi is glowing red. And he's annoyed.
None of this exactly spelled out what was happening, though I could get an idea.
I'm a Celestial now?
Koizumi unleashed a barrage of cutting attacks, which slowly scraped off bits and pieces of my ghostly aura.
Having naught but a leg, an arm, my head, and the main torso of my body, I collapsed to the ground.
Koizumi muttered to himself once more. "Hmm… quite strange that this Celestial is putting up no fight. And the size is much different compared to normal."
Yeah, that's right… because I'M NOT A CELESTIAL!
"Whatever. I'll make quick work of this and return home. Maybe I'll get some sleep…"
Dammit! Koizumi… if I get out of here, I'm going to severely hurt you.
He gave a slight smile as he slashed the remaining parts of me to bits.
"…"
"Kyon. You seem to be in a bad mood."
Thanks, Captain Obvious. I didn't sleep well, no thanks to you.
"Oh? I don't believe I had anything to do with disturbing your sleeping patterns, though forgive me if I did."
Tch. Yeah. Whatever.
"May I inquire as to how I've disturbed you last night?"
"Around 2 AM this morning, did you come across a Closed Space?"
"I don't follow. Closed Space has signifi-"
"Answer the question."
"… well, yes. I did."
He flashed his annoying smile at me.
I returned the favor by throwing every book the clubroom contained (hardbacks, no less) at him.