Well, here's the next chapter due to popular demand! Hope you people enjoy it!

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It seems to me that whenever we as a whole have to make Haruhi content with the world, it will usually involve doing something outlandish for her to question and doubt. I for one find it strange that Suzumiya-san can doubt the very things she's always searching for. Haruhi has always wanted the extraordinary, more or less.

I think it's extraordinary that I'm somehow in love with her. In all my years of life, I would never expect that the first girl I would truly fall for would be the most eccentric one on the planet. Not to mention this very girl is a god in a sense. And the fact that this girl bosses me around like there's no tomorrow.

If I did end up being in Haruhi, I can't help but ask myself….who would be the man in the relationship? Hmm…perhaps I shouldn't ask that….

It's safe to say that my nights go very quickly after leaving the clubroom everyday. My thoughts have been around Suzumiya-san quite a lot. Her face has burned in my mind like some sort of satanic brand. It's really bothersome at times.

As I lay in my bed, struggling to fall asleep, I am once again thinking of Suzumiya-san again. I think I'm beginning to feel like a disciple in of Suzumiya-san. If you think about it, we sort of are. She commands us to spread the word of the Brigade, and we do so without question. It could also be like some sort of fascist government.

But what is Haruhi to me? I've asked myself that question multiple times, but the answer was never clear. Even now, when I know that I'm actually infatuated with her; the answer is still not clear.

So what do I do now? Tell her what I really think of her? I imagine she might just think I'm pulling a joke on her. But, if Koizumi is telling the truth, and she really was the one who was in love with me in the first place, then her reaction would probably be much different.

I feel my hands already going to pull out my hair. The images of Haruhi undressing have broken into the sanctity of my mind. Damn this teenage body!

And so, I decide to forget about it for the time being, rolling over in my bed as I think about sleep, and only sleep.

The morning came much faster then expected. I was disheveled; tumbling out of my covers and onto my carpet floor as I woke up. My head was hurting. I can't even remember what I dreamt about last night.

Wait a second; of course I do.

I was taking a bath......wait, that's not a dream I want to talk about. Let's just say that Haruhi was once again in it. Case closed.

I managed to successfully avoid my sister this morning as I got out of my bed and literally almost ran out of the door. School seemed like a sudden safe haven, so I figured that I would like to get on my morning hike as fast as I possibly could.

And today, I was walking fast as well. No Taniguchi. That was a plus, although he hasn't been his usual, stupid self. I think that by punching his nose, Haruhi not only knocked some sense into him, but knocked out part of his deluded sense of humor

I ran up the stairs to my class, my mind racing. Every thought had continued to center around Haruhi Suzumiya in some way. It was becoming to the point where I felt like I needed to just scream it to the whole world. But being the reasonable person I am, I certainly did not.

As I walked into class, the sight of Haruhi seemed to just suddenly warm my heart. Even though she had her head buried in her arms, I still couldn't help but be glad to see she was there. How much do I care about this girl again?

"Morning." I said a little cheerfully to Haruhi, who didn't even seem in the mood to give a response. In fact, she didn't seem in the mood to talk at all.

"Haruhi?" I asked her, but she still said nothing. I was already beginning to get worried. The melancholy was back again, and it sounded worse than ever this time around. Why was she getting all these sudden mood swings? It wasn't all about me, was it?

So, I decided to not try to speak to her much longer, turning to pay attention for class.

And class seemed to be going remarkably slow today. I found myself tapping my pencil on my desk multiple times, boredom gripping me. I was starting to miss all the crazy things Haruhi would do to me right in the middle of class.

When lunch came, I turned to face Haruhi again, and luckily, she didn't get up and leave. She finally got out of the safety of her arms, and she blinked her amber eyes as she just stared at me.

"Are you finished being all depressed?" I said jokingly, searching around my bag for my lunch.

"I wasn't depressed! I was just bored…everything's boring these days…" Haruhi replied, and when I had my lunch in my hands, I could see she was looking out the window, an absent-minded look on her face. It reminded me of the first time I met her.

At least she's talking now. Even though it's still not so much Haruhi, it's better than nothing.

"It's only boring if you make it boring. Maybe we should search the city more." I added, realizing what I said was probably not the smartest thing to say. I wasn't always going to be in the mood for city treks.

"And that leads to nothing. And then what? What are we going to do wh-"

Haruhi stopped. Her eyes were growing bigger, and I could see she was moving her face closer and closer to the window pane. She looked like a little kid looking out a school bus window. A smile was cracking on her face.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" she screamed, jumping up out of her desk, surprising me, and causing everyone to turn and stare. I was on the floor, having almost had a heart attack from Haruhi's outburst. I got up, obviously embarrassed.

"What was what…" I said, rubbing the back of my head. The stares had not averted themselves yet. Haruhi didn't seem to care so much, of course.

"I saw it! There was something flying through the sky! It was like a big white basketball or something!" she exclaimed loudly, and I was sure the class could hear her soundly. I didn't attempt to tell her to lower her voice, because I knew she wouldn't listen.

"A white basketball?"

"It was an alien!" she told me, suddenly pulling out her copy of "Chariots Of The Gods" out of her school bag. It was the very same one I had bought her on Saturday. The expression on her face was the same one she wore just before she was about to announce her next crazy idea.

"This book says that ancient humans described alien sightings as big white globes of light! Books like these are never wrong! This means that I just saw an alien! It was a close encounter of the first kind!" she exclaimed to me, pushing her book in my face like it was the source of undeniable truth. I probably shouldn't have bought her that. At least she's happier now.

"This school day better go quick! We've got a lot to do!"

To my utter dismay, the school day did go quick. Now I was being pulled by Suzumiya-san by the hand as she sprinted to the clubroom. When she's in a rush like this, it's best just to hope that you don't become a skid mark on the ground.

The room to the clubroom was flung open as Haruhi and me both entered. The look on Haruhi's face was the same one she would have time and time again. That mischievous look that meant she had just had a great idea. Or it was a usually insane idea. To her, they were both one and the same.

"We've got some work to do today!" she announced to us. I had already sneaked past her, having gone to sit by Koizumi. Mikuru blinked multiple times as she turned to face Haruhi. I guess she was surprised that Suzumiya-san was so happy all of a sudden. Yuki was silent as always.

"W-W-What kind of work?" Mikuru asked shyly, and I hit myself on the forehead as I watched the expression on Haruhi's face turn devilish. She had her hands outstretched, walking towards Mikuru like some sort of zombie.

"Well, you need to change first! I forgot we've got a flight attendant outfit for you to wear!"

It didn't take long for me and Itsuki to get the cue to walk out. And it also didn't take very long for us to hear the cries that came from within the clubroom.

"Waaaaaaait!"

"Stop struggling! Get your clothes off now!"

"Owwwwww! You're being to rough!"

"Mikuru-chan, just be quiet! Now get that off too! This will make you more appealing to the aliens!"

I think to anyone passing by, it sounded like Haruhi was violating Mikuru in more ways than imaginable. I knew better, but even I questioned that sometimes. After a few more minutes, Haurhi opened the door to let us in.

When we entered, we were greeted by Mikuru-chan, who was now clad in a navy-blue flight attendant outfit. It was revealing at certain points, and so I couldn't help but avert my eyes as I passed by her. Mikuru seemed to almost go into tears for a moment, but she sighed as she wiped them away. Haruhi had the same expression on her face as usual.

"Doesn't Mikuru-chan look super sexy? I think she'll attract tons of aliens!" Haruhi stated, and I could only sigh.

What kind of aliens do you want to attract? The tentacle monster kind? That's disgusting….of course…

"Did you have any part in this alien sighting thing?" I whispered to Itsuki. He gave me slight smile before responding.

"Actually; no. I think this is all of Suzumiya-san's accord. That; or she's lying to herself, which I sincerely doubt."

Figures. I had a feeling that the boredom would get to Haruhi and cause her to create a situation like this. But it was still in the afternoon, so we were going to have to wait till nighttime until we could do whatever Haruhi wanted us to do.

I got stuck working on the webpage. Haruhi had pretty much commanded me to do so, and as usual, I didn't have much of a choice. She said we needed to start figuring out a way to make it English-readable, so we can attract more viewers.

"Viewers that will wonder what the hell we're saying…" I said under my breath. I don't think she understands that Japanese doesn't convert well into English. Just look at the way they dub anime.

Meanwhile, Haruhi was going through the shelves and desks in the clubroom as I worked on the webpage. Mikuru had decided to serve us all tea again, and as much as I shouldn't say this; the flight attendant outfit was quite fitting. I was already secretly waiting for the moment where Haruhi would say that we needed more knockout pose pictures.

As I surfed aimlessly around the webpage, Haruhi suddenly came up behind me, as if checking up on my work.

"Kyon! Do something useful! You're on the wrong part of the site!" she said to me, and to my surprise, she was suddenly leaning her body on my back, her hand suddenly on mine as she moved the mouse. This was certainly awkward; especially since it was in front of everyone.

As a teenage boy, it's safe to say I didn't mind it much. It was still a little embarrassing though. Haruhi never seems to care about things like this though. She just does it without second thought. In my thinking, my mind suddenly glossed over Haruhi's views on the more…serious aspects of a relationship…

And I stopped myself there. Some things are better left unsaid.

After Haruhi had handled me to satisfaction, we were waiting again for the night to come. It was another half-hour before it got dark. Once the sun had gone down, Haruhi went to the front of the room again, announcing her plan.

"Okay! Mikuru-chan; go by the window! Yuki and me are going to dangle you outside of it, and you're going to wave these up and down as we do! The flight attendant suit and these lights should get some sort of extraterrestrial attention!" Haruhi said, showing that two large flashlights were in both of her hands. She smiled to us as usual.

I groaned. Now this was going to be a sight to see. Mikuru-chan wildly waving flashlights up and down in a skimpy outfit while dangling outside a window. Whoever was down below would be extremely lucky.

After some struggling, Yuki and Haruhi managed to hold Mikuru-chan steady out of the open window. I was surprised she would even fit, and more surprised that Yuki had actually just gotten up from her reading and did exactly what Haruhi told her to do.

"Suzumiya-san…this is scary…" Mikuru-chan said from outside the window. I felt bad. Anyone being dangled at such a height would probably very scared. I could see from behind that Mikuru was shaking.

"Suck it up! Now start waving! We need to get the aliens attention!" Haruhi barked, and Mikuru began to oblige, slowly beginning to wave the flashlights in her hands up and down. I had a feeling they weren't the only things moving up and down as she waved her arms….

Once again, my mind thinks things without my consent.

"Turn the lights on, Mikuru-chan!" Haruhi added, and I could see a flicker of white light on either side of Mikuru from the other side of the window. I can imagine Mikuru-chan was doing all of this through tears. I should be doing something, but I did not.

"Wave faster, Mikuru-chan!"

"Aliens! We would like a word with you!" Mikuru said as loud as her soft voice could muster. Haruhi's impatience wasn't much of a help, and I felt bad for Mikuru as she was forced to do this. I did nothing as always, so I might have been just as guilty as Haruhi.

This went on for about thirty minutes, before Haruhi decided to give up. It wasn't long before we had all left the clubroom, although I was walking with Haruhi when we got out. It was late, and the streetlights had been on for awhile.

"I think we should just get bigger lights. Then the aliens would be able to see the signals easier…" Haruhi said to me as we began the walk back home. She was looking down, as if planning her next move.

"Sounds like an idea to me. Maybe they need to be colored lights. That way they would be more noticeable to any unidentified craft." I responded, actually agreeing with Suzumiya-san for once. I have to admit it; it was kind of fun to talk to her like this when she was in a decent mood.

"Great idea, Kyon! When they land, we can personally show them around! And if they're tentacle monsters, we'll just hope we make it out unscathed. It already sounds exciting!" Haruhi replied, a smile lighting up her face. Even in the dark of night, every detail of her visage was just as perfect as it was during the light of day.

"Sure does."

"There's my house. Today wasn't so boring after all." She said, turning to face me. There was a different light in her eyes now. It seemed happier.

It was hard to stop myself from wanting to move closer. At the same time, Haruhi couldn't help but do the same. We were only a few inches away before she just turned away. I felt the warmth of her breath just before. Her amber eyes were now in confusion, and she spoke quickly.

"I…I should be going." She said to me, turning to run towards her house. I was left standing there.

I was confused. Was she really in conflict with herself like Itsuki had said?

If this is true, then that means I've still got much to learn about Suzumiya-san. But I've always had a lot to learn about her. I sighed.

It's going to be a long road to get there….