It's a Romantic Conquest True Love Story, Haruhi-Chan!
Chapter Three:
Kyon's bizarre dream! Haruhi is depressed??!
"Kyon! Kyon!" squeaked a deliciously winsome, feminine voice.
Kyon smiled, knowing full well who it was, but the smile widened and became only more sincere when he turned and saw Miss Asahina. She was beautiful, as always, and quite resplendent in her maid's attire, curves accented by purple material and hair tied up in two cute pigtails.
"Yes?" inquired the boy, revelling in Mikuru's lush figure and fathomless brown eyes.
It was a blessing, really, the pair of them being alone in the deliciously quiet clubroom like this; peaceful, without Haruhi's constant moodswings and threatening demeanour. For once Kyon could talk to her without the looming fear of gross repercussions.
And yes, he was Haruhi's boyfriend – but there was no harm in looking at Mikuru, was there?
Mmmn…
He just didn't know where to look first.
"Well… ah… Would you like some tea?" Mikuru asked, hands clenched against the front of her dress. "I was just brewing some and... I think I made a little too much, because Miss Suzumiya and the others aren't here, and it's Darjeeling. Is that okay? I could make something else-"
"Mikuru, please don't trouble yourself," Kyon cut through her trivial worries like a knife through hot butter. "That sounds lovely."
Anything made by Miss Asahina's angelic fingers was bound to taste wonderful.
"Um… You don't mind?"
"Of course not."
"Oh! Okay. Thank you," Mikuru bowed, turning gracefully to retrieve the promised tea.
Not quite gracefully enough.
With a squeal of a surprise, the delicate girl tripped over something-or-other; probably thin air, because Mikuru could be so… So moe at times. Thankfully, her pretty face was in no danger; Kyon had been there to break her fall, and now the pair were lying on the floor, Mikuru in his lap.
"Ahhh! Kyon, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Mikuru apologised frantically, yet she made no motion to get up. She seemed rather too shocked to move, frozen like a helpless lamb before a hungry lion.
And the expression flickering across Kyon's face, the way his eyes widened slightly and his fingers clenched, seemed to suggest nothing but desire.
"You don't have to apologise."
"Really?"
"Really," Kyon assured, voice husky as his arms encircled round Mikuru's waist. "I don't mind."
Mikuru began nibbling her full lower lip in agitation, chocolate orbs flickering from Kyon's face to the floor, as though embarrassed – and then, suddenly decisive, she opened her mouth… Closed it again… And, after subtle prompting ("go on… Say whatever you want…") she whispered;
"Kyon… I think I love you…"
(The sweetest words Kyon had ever heard…)
…but his face betrayed signs of shock, moth open (and Mikuru, I love you too…) but he couldn't say it – he couldn't...
"Please… Don't be angry," Mikuru said, voice hushed, head lolling like a broken doll's. "I'm sorry…"
(Don't be…)
"I…" Unsure.
Breathe…
"I..."
"Yes?"
"I…"
(This is the hardest thing I've ever had to say…)
.
.
.
"I love you too, Mikuru."
Mikuru beamed, and suddenly Kyon felt cheerfullighterhappierovercomeawed? dizzy. Dizzy with joy and euphoria, as though summer had come several months early, and her beauty was astonishing – (breaktaking) - and her face was bathed in the dim evening night flooding through the windowpanes turning everything it touched pale pink. It was the prettiest Kyon had ever seen Mikuru, so pretty he began to tilt his head, completely powerless against fate because tides were turning, turning him with it and his feelings and his actions, getting nearer and nearer…
He could smell her breath…
Count the freckles on her nose…
"No.
"You do not love Kyon," said a dull voice, empty and robotic, completely blank.
Shocked, both Kyon and Mikuru turned their heads to the doorway.
There, in the threshold, ethereally pale, stood Nagato. Her silver hair blew about her face like waves of silk, intelligent eyes framed by the spectacles she had neglected long ago.
"You do not love Kyon," she continued, underlying currents of childish want now surfacing in her normally emotionless tone. "You do not love him, because I love him."
And, following that declaration, it did not seem quite so bizarre that Haruhi would appear, arms folded and a determined expression on her face; "No! You don't love Kyon! I love Kyon! And Mikuru, I'm gonna get you back for this – next time we go out you're going to pay for dinner! Or maybe I'll just blow you all up with my epic God-like powers! How'd you like them apples, huhh?"
(Readers should be noted that it was around this point Kyon realised he was having a dream, and the revelation caused him quite some disappointment.
But still, the purple prose continued.)
"Hahahahaha! You think you belong to Kyon? That's funny, Haruhi!" Tsuruya giggled, one hand on her stomach as though the sheer hilarity of the situation was painful. "That's sooooo funny, 'cause it's obvious Kyon loves me!"
"No, me!" retorted Ryōko Asakura, and Kyon only had five seconds to turn his head and go "um… Aren't you supposed to be dead?" before Taniguchi made his heart-felt confession, followed by Kunikida, followed by the computer club president who was on his knees, followed Emiri Kimidori, followed by his homeroom teacher, followed by that giant camel cricket, followed by the entire cast of Death Note, followed by his cat…
It was now getting much too bizarre for comfort.
Of course, it was only natural that the last person to confess was the one Kyon had most been dreading.
And the stupid dream was all. His. Fault.
Kyon's face was flushed a pale pink, muscles aching and mouth parted in a silent mantra of "damnit, damnit, damnit." Or maybe he was just gasping for air, because his lungs were on fire.
If there was one sure-fire way to exhaust the boy, it was traipsing up and down that stupid hill every day. To many school students, the hill existed only to cause them as much pain, agony and extreme discomfort as possible.
Of course, Kyon knew this mad, early-morning rush was all his fault. Perhaps, if he'd gone to bed early yesterday instead of sitting in the kitchen, eating rice and musing over Koizumi's bizarre words and actions, he wouldn't have gotten up so late nor been quite so tired.
And eating rice late at night was never a good idea – it always gave him weird dreams; generally not of the pleasant variety.
Then again, if Koizumi hadn't come by yesterday, Kyon wouldn't have eaten all that rice at 2 a.m. and this wouldn't be happening right now. Like a chain of events. So, logically, it was all Koizumi's fault.
Damn pretty boy.
"Oi! Kyyoonnnn!"
"Gah!"
Thump.
And, just like that, Kyon had been snapped out of his reverie.
Perhaps a little too efficiently.
"Kyon, you're such a klutz!" scolded Haruhi, dragging the hapless boy to his feet. "You jumped about a foot in the air! Didn't you hear me coming?"
"Hey, I only tripped a little," Kyon said, wincing at the newly-formed bruise on his shin. Haruhi's vice-like grip wasn't doing his limbs any good, either. "Would you mind letting go? You're cutting off the circulation to my arm."
Haruhi scowled, glaring at Kyon's purply-blue fingers as though he were doing it on purpose.
"Fine."
And, miraculously, Haruhi withdrew, though she looked a tad irritated. Was she annoyed because Kyon's weak human body wasn't up to par with Superman's? Did she think he was pathetic because his obstinately mortal hand couldn't function without blood?
Knowing Haruhi, it was pretty likely.
"So…" Kyon frowned, continuing his hike (though now his progress was slightly hindered, what with a leg that needed medical attention and a moody Haruhi in tow). "You're later than normal."
"Speak for yourself."
Unperturbed by Haruhi's rudeness, Kyon continued; "I mean, you're usually up quite early. I've never run into you on the way to school before."
"There's a first time for everything," said Haruhi in clipped tones.
Silence enveloped them.
"Actually…" the brunette continued, eyes carefully averted from Kyon's. "I was playing a dating sim."
"A dating sim? You?"
"Don't sound so shocked!" Haruhi growled, suddenly defensive. "I mean, I was bored, and I heard people at school saying it was good! So I thought I'd give it a try."
Kyon was tempted to ask when she'd starting accepting friendly advice, but thought better of it. Haruhi could be pretty scary when she wanted to. Instead, voice light, he said; "So… Was it good?"
A scowl.
Obviously not, then.
"It's just… I worked really hard on that game!" Haruhi frowned, kicking an empty can across the road. "I always work really hard at new things, 'cuz you get more enjoyment out of it. And there was this one character I wanted to get the main guy with, because loads of other guys were interested in her. I thought it would be harder."
"And it wasn't…?"
"Nope. I already got the main guy with three other girls in previous saves, and that was all way too easy – by the third time I was almost ready to throw my controller at the screen! But I started again, thinking this time it would be interesting, or different, or even a little bit fun. And it was fun at the beginning, because you never knew who the girl liked, or who she was going to choose. But the end was so boring and predictable."
"Well, what were you expecting?" Kyon asked, vaguely amused by Haruhi's dilemma. Of course, he knew admitting to this would equal a lot of pain and angry glares. "All those games are similar; when the guy's got the girl there's no point in continuing. It's over. The end."
"I know…" Haruhi sighed, her anger replaced by something more melancholic. "I just wish there was something that came afterwards, like a reward for working so hard. Something to make it worthwhile."
"Most people would think obtaining their goal is the best reward," said Kyon, glancing down at Haruhi.
She seemed deep in thought, eyes misty and unfocused. It was moments like those, when she revealed that sweet side of herself she tried so hard to conceal, that reminded Kyon why he began dating her in the first place.
Attempting to hide all your good qualities behind a façade of anger and over-excitement – to Kyon, it all seemed a bit bizarre.
"But I'm not like most people."
"And that's why I like you," Kyon smiled, lightly flicking the side of Haruhi's head. "It would be boring to be ordinary, wouldn't it?"
Finally, he seemed to have broken through her momentary depression. Smiling, Haruhi elevated herself onto her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on the side of Kyon's cheek.
"Yeah. Really boring."
Kyon blinked in surprise, marvelling at how a handful words could affect Haruhi's mood. Then again, he had been 'chosen by Miss Suzumiya', as Nagato so eloquently put it. Maybe it was in the job description; 'human sucker wanted to chaperone source of evolution, must keep her emotions in check for fear of apocalypse'.
He had a pretty crappy deal, if you stopped to think about it.
"Come on, Kyon!" Haruhi giggled, and it was only then that Kyon realised she was sprinting away; however, she turned to stick out her tongue, one finger pressed underneath one eye. "I'm going to leave you in the dust, you slowpoke!"
a.n: dream sequences are fun to write xDDD um, there isn't much kyon/itsuki, but it will come. there is liek a big story plot thing, too xD so you've gotta be patient ^^ besides, don't you hate it in romance stories where the couples get together straight off the bat?
reviews, plz?
