Pseudotree's fanfic.
Disclaimer –I do not own The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi.
Something you should be aware of –When I said 'more…"Kyon-like"' in the summary, I really, REALLY meant MORE. Also, note the "" (quotation marks).
Summary –This is a story in which Kyon behaves more…"Kyon-like" than in the original series. Many laughs, many tears. Also features Kyon-pursuing Haruhi.
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Chapter 14
Ready.
Set.
...Go.
TWO WEEKS, THREE DAYS, AND THREE AND A HALF HOURS SINCE THAT DAY AT THE PARK WITH MIKURU.
(One hour and thirty minutes remaining.)
The knights were positioned. Pawns placed themselves in strategic locations, ready to defend. Armours glistening, they faced the battlefield...
Clink.
Koizumi raised an eyebrow at the move. Was he missing something?
Mikuru patiently waited for her opponent's maneuver.
The clubroom was devoid of their president, and was missing the usual chatter from Haruhi. Glancing in her direction, the Esper was quickly noticed and was given a wave of her hand, along with a toothy grin. Quiet. She was pretty silent and preoccupied today. But that was understandable, considering what she found out. Although...
"Suzumiya-san" Koizumi spoke up. "I think you should loosen your hold on Nagato-san. She's turning blue."
"Oh. Alright..." she answered hesitantly, letting go of Yuki's neck. The quiet girl said nothing, and continued reading the novel she hadn't ever stopped reading even at her bluest.
No move was made to leave Haruhi's lap. Too much trouble.
Turning back to the game, Koizumi moved a bishop. He was only half surprised earlier on in the day when Haruhi suddenly appeared and tackled Mikuru, apparently finding appeal in making physical contact with a Time-traveller wearing the school's uniform. The boy soon had to restrain her, as it was revealed that the girl also found interest in taking photos of a Time-traveller stripped of the school's uniform.
The questionings that followed wasn't too bad. She was severely disappointed when she found out that Koizumi's powers (to his horror, she called it the "Koizumi ball") can only be used inside the closed space, as she wanted him to do some... burning. In the case of Mikuru, she became rather frustrated due to most of her answers being "classified information". She was then groped, the question of its relevance to Mikuru's refusal to give details hanging unanswered.
As for Nagato...
"Heh hehehe" was emitted from Haruhi's curled mouth as she half-nuzzled, half-hugged the silent character of the club. "Hehehe heh...
Heh.
Yuki.
Yuki Yuki...
Yuki Yuki Yuuuuukiiiiii...
Hehe heh.
Yuki..."
"..."
The words "Damn creepy" ran in unison through the minds of the other two occupants. There was something really unsettling about the half-lidded, empty-yet-eerily-glinting eyes of their currently rocking (back and forth, back and forth...) fellow member. How can Yuki just calmly... oh right, the game... err, who's turn was it...
It was a few minutes later when a familiar voice signalled his arrival.
"-UE PANTIES, RED PANTIES! FOR THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND THE SILKY GARMENT, THE INFINITE COSMOS DIVIDED BY THE ALIGNING OF THE TWENTY TRILLION SUPERNOVAS-"
Creeeeaaaak.
"Ugh." grunted Kyon tiredly. "Gotta... remember to oil it..."
The others stared at their president wobbling his way onto a chair to plop down. He gave the Haruhi-Yuki arrangement a brief glance, and wisely chose not to comment on it.
"Hey, Kyon. Where were you at?"
"Oh? Oh, an appointment." he answered, rubbing his eyes. "And some... errands for the teacher before that, and finishing off some assignments at the last minute... Uhhh its been quite a hectic day."
"Here, have some tea."
Mumbling a thanks, he took a sip and continued. "I still have another appointment to go to. Don't you just hate it when these stuff pile up all on the same... Oh. Oh hohoho Koizumi, are you sure about that?"
The other boy looked at him, puzzled.
"You had her cornered! You could have won if you moved that knight right beside the pawn, but now you've blocked yourself with your own pawn."
"Oh... ohhh, shoot. How did I not see that?"
Mikuru grinned. "I barely saw it myself. Luckily for me, you forgot about this side."
Standing up, Kyon had a good look at the arrangement on the board. "It's understandable, though. You were trying to get rid of that bishop, right?"
"Ha ha! You're a sharp one, Kyon!" laughed the boy, swinging a hand to give Kyon a hearty slap on the back...
But he underestimated the height of his upper waist, even though he took into account that the other boy was standing. The hand was therefore aimed far lower than intended, heading straight for the club president's fully covered but shapely behind. Closing in, Kyon's rear was about to be slapped hard enough to produce a yelp and forever present an awkward air about whenever the two interacts in the future...
Kyon sat back down suddenly, receiving it where Koizumi intended it to be received.
"Nah, it's nothing. By the way, what happened to those forms for the supplies?"
"I finished them. Sent them off just a little while ago." replied Haruhi, trying to read along with Yuki. She was too quick.
Kyon stared at her silently, face blank.
It was sometime after he finished his tea that he excused himself, apologetic about the recurring absence. Checking inside his inner pocket, he pulled out a small note and read it as if to confirm its contents, dazedly walking out of the room.
"Asahina-san, I'm going to be finishing this off pretty soon."
"Is that so? There may be more to help you, but I know what moves you'll make."
"It was obvious from the beginning that it'll come to this..."
"We always knew there would be, at some point in time, conflicts."
"I'll check, check, and keep checking. I'll check it until I get what I need, and then... my goal shall be achieved."
One hour and ten minutes remaining.
They stared. They always stared. Even though it was a common sight by now, and admittedly some stopped at this point, most still looked. They usually got out of his way, averting their eyes when he was close, though it was obvious.
"...HALF DOZEN EYES WATCHING ME. JUDGING ME, WEIGHING ME. SIZING ME UP AS THEY LEAN AGAINST THE SIDES, THEY PRETEND NOT EVEN THE ROLE OF SPECTATORS, THOUGH THEY ARE MORE..."
Turning a corner, he moved aside as he saw someone carrying a pile of books coming down the stairs. They not only looked heavy, but were stacked high enough to obscure the carrier's face. That doesn't seem very safe...
"Whaaaa!"
Unfortunately, as the girl couldn't see, she did not notice Kyon moving out of the way to her left- where she turned to. Colliding, the two fell from the weight of the books dragging them downwards, Kyon hitting the floor heavily right before he cushioned the girl and the barrage of literature...
Groaning, she slowly opened her eyes and rubbed the sore spot on the head where a book slammed on to. Dizzy from the fall, she looked around confusedly as she wondered how her body did not smash against the floor, left hand stretched in order to get up and unknowingly inching her fingers closer to the area between a certain someone's legs...
"Arrrgh!" exclaimed Kyon. "Please get off me!"
Realizing what happened, she jolted up immediately.
One hour and thirty-six seconds remaining.
"...Hey." called out Haruhi, digging her chin onto her favourite alien's shoulder.
Koizumi turned to look at her.
"See, now that I know I have
An alien,
A time-traveller,
And an Esper
(Esper!)
as fellow club members, I've been thinking..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Why don't we, like, form a little group or something? Then we can gather our powers and resources to... I don't know, help people?"
Looking at her strangely amidst Mikuru's giggling, the exasperated Esper (Esper!) stretched out his arms to gesture all around the clubroom occupied by H.E.L.P.
Haruhi shook her head. "No, no. I was thinking of something more like... You know, those bunch of people who has their own theme song? And we can have our own dynamic group poses! And... and TIGHTS! Colourful tights with these awesome belts containing cool gadgets and-"
Mikuru's head slammed face-down on to the table.
"Hey!" exclaimed Haruhi. "If you don't like my idea, than just say so."
"..."
"...?"
Mikuru laid there, unmoving.
"A-Asahina-san?" Called the boy beside her, moving to shake the girl awake. "Are you okay?"
"What the... did she really faint?"
Knock knock.
Without waiting for those on the other side, the door opened immediately after the knocks, to the occuppant's surprise. However, they experienced a whole different level of shock when the intruder was revealed to be...
"Heheh hehehe! It's no use! She won't be getting up for while."
"What the... You're-"
Fifty-seven minutes remaining.
Rubbing the back of his head, Kyon slowly opened the door of his classroom. Within the dimly lit, mostly empty room, he jerked in surprise when it became apparent who was waiting for him.
"Asakura-san?" he queried bewilderedly.
"Good afternoon, Kyon." replied the class rep with a smile.
"So you're the one who called me here?"
Her grin grew bigger. "Kyon...
Kyon, there's something I need to tell you."
Standing directly in front of her, Kyon wordlessly straightened his back in an attentive posture.
"I... have been watching you. I have been watching you for a long time.
I've seen you in class. I've seen you in the halls. I've seen you when you walked home alone last Thursday.
...I've seen you with your club members. I saw how you talked with them. How you laughed with them. How you all seemed to have enjoyed each other's company. You seem so much brighter.
I'm... tired of it. It just isn't enough. It just isn't enough for me to merely watch. So I have decided that today, I will make my move."
She drew closer to the boy, who did not quite seem to know what to say.
"A rather... bold move. Because that's what it takes..."
"Asakura-san, I-"
"...to provoke a reaction out of a static subject!"
...?!
She wasn't drawing close anymore. Ryoko Asakura now seemed to be circling him, as if a shark would when waiting to strike the prey. Kyon looked taken aback.
"Nagato-san has told you, right? About the objective of the Data Entity?" cue predatory grin.
The boy merely nodded nervously.
"Well, you can say that I'm all for going to... extreme measures in order to study the cause of all the bustling."
She slowed down near a desk and, smiling innocently, pulled from beside her a...
...
...A broom?
Kyon's eyes widened in absolute fear. "I-is... is t-that a... You're..."
"That's right!" she exclaimed in a cheerful tone, gripping the handle tightly. "I'm going to sodomize you with a broomstick!"
Fourty-eight minutes remaining.
"Hey there!"
Haruhi and Koizumi gaped at the woman in the doorway. A woman with orange-tinted hair. A woman with bright, wide eyes. A woman with a gigantic pair of-
"Great Bouncing Ta-tas!" yelped the excitable girl, throwing Nagato off her lap (Haruhi had always suspected most aliens to have high pain tolerance. The girl was in fact still reading as she landed on the floor with a thud.) and rushed over to the newcomer. "C-can you be-"
In a flash, the woman had her in a familiar hold, face inches away. "That's riiight! I am Mikuru-chan, and you..."
Grip.
"Heh
hehehehe hehe..."
"...Huh?" muttered Haruhi, who soon let out a yelp as Older Asahina began administering-
"WAAAAA HAAHA HAHAHAHA?!"
"Ooh, are you ticklish, Suzumiya-san?"
"S-s-stop i-i-i-iHAHAHA HAHAHAH...!"
Is this what I've been doing to people? The question rang through the mind of the brunette as she was assaulted from all directions. As she seriously contemplated this while struggling to free herself, she began re-evaluating the kind of treatment that the younger Asahina dealt from her. After careful consideration, she came to the conclusion that was already obvious to everyone around her.
Suzumiya Haruhi was a friggin pervert.
'Oh my... I'm a pervert.
...
...a pervert.
Pervert.
I'm a perrrrrrrvert! Muhahahaha hahaha!'
Koizumi did nothing but stare as he could do nothing but stare. Not that he particularly minded.
It was only after Yuki suddenly stood up, walked over to the two, and whacked their heads with her four-inch thick book (Haruhi received an extra hard one) that the room returned to some semblance of order. Greetings exchanged, they went back on topic.
"Wait-wait-wait waaait a minute! Let me guess!" Haruhi shouted, pointing rudely. "You poisoned our Mikuru in order to replace her, because according to the rules, that is how time-travelling older selves are supposed to operate- with fists, extortion, deceit and murder!"
Older Mikuru looked appalled. "Goodness! Whatever gave you that idea? I'll have you know that such rules only apply when-" Oops. "Um, I mean, classified information! Just know that I'm not here to replace my younger self."
"Then may I please ask you as to why she's unconscious?" queried the Esper skeptically.
"Well, I can't tell you too much about it, but let's just say that interacting with yourself from another era isn't a very good thing to do, so I slipped a little something in her drink." she replied vaguely. The time-traveller then took a good look around the clubroom, expression softening.
"Then what are you doing here?" Haruhi asked curiously. "Running from debtors?"
Not stopping her browsing, Older Mikuru scoffed and shook her head, mumbling something that might have been "How ironic it is for you of all people to ask me that."
"Again, I can't tell you much about it since it's"
"Classified Information." said the three in unison.
"Right. But you can sort of say that I'm here to pass on a little... message."
"Message? From who? My older self?" Haruhi asked, tilting her head.
"Just listen carefully- its only two words."
"Two words? You made a trip to another era, and that's all you came to deliver?" Koizumi queried, amazement unconcealed.
Sigh. "Yes, I came all the way here just for that! Now..." She eyed Haruhi questioningly. "Is there somewhere private we can go to, or can I ask Itsuki-san to leave for a sec?"
"What? But it's just two word! Why go through so much trouble, unless it's something you've been ordered not to let Koizumi hear?"
"Ummm, well I haven't been ordered that, but-"
"Come on, just tell me already!"
Giving her a look that said "You asked for it", she tiredly rubbed her temple. "Alright, then. Suzumiya-san, remember these two words-"
Both the girl and the Esper drew closer. Clearing her throat, Older Mikuru told them.
Ahem.
"Carry."
The other two nodded.
"Protection."
...
...
...!
Silence.
"...Hey, where did Nagato go?"
Thirty two minutes remaining.
"...Nagato?"
Nodding, Yuki stood between Asakura and Kyon. The young man panted, short of breath due to frantic running.
"Ah, so you managed to get in here!" Asakura exclaimed, her smile matching nicely with the surreal background. "Let's get started."
Boom. "Your ass is mine, Kyon!"
Kyon swallowed.
They moved at unnatural speeds, the sound of the two cutting through the air ringing in eardrums. Asakura acquired a pair of shimmering appendages, slicing, slamming, throwing...
"...and once I get my hands on you, I'll make sure that Suzumiya-san will be the first to-"
Nagato dodged. She dodged gracefully, weaving through her attacks with precision and speed. Slapping away a particularly large piece of debris, she kicked up a broken wooden seat to deflect a limb reaching for Kyon, then somehow hurled several desks toward her opponent. Jumping from projectiles after projectiles, Nagato took a stance as she began landing toward Asakura.
She was promptly thrown back by several airborne rubbles.
The boy watched helplessly as Nagato skidded speedily past him against the floor. Rushing up to the girl quickly, he crouched down as if to inspect her condition.
COUGH.
Gushes of blood spurted from her body, a spray from her mouth and several streams bursting from where broken chair legs pierced the abdomen. The other end of the protruding object poked through and was touching the floor, where a pool of red began to form.
"Nagato!" Kyon called out in an urgent tone, eyes wavering. "Nagato, get up! You have to get away from here, Nagato! Escape before she kills you!"
Despite the obvious strain and damage to her body, Nagato remained expressionless. She gazed deeply at the face hovering over her, and spoke to him in an even tone. "I am fine."
COUGH.
Kyon watched with a look of surprise as Yuki began to stir, attempting to get up. Grabbing the splintered debris spiking her, she pulled them out with a powerful tug that produced a sick squelching sound. Wobbling, she stood up shakily to stand by him as blood reddened her uniform, keeping an eye on Asakura who watched them amusedly.
"Nagato, you-"
"Do not worry." she told him, somehow reassuringly even with her monotonous voice. "I... will save your ass."
Twenty minutes remaining.
"Yuuuukiiiiiii!"
"Suzumiya-san, she's obviously not in the room."
Koizumi rubbed his chin as he watched Older Asahina interacting with Haruhi, contemplating the implications of the woman's presence in this time-line. If she is here now, alive, dandy, and making lame jokes about doing things that would result in herself becoming her own descendant, does that mean things are going to work out eventually, after the... conflict later on? But then does she even need to be here? Does this mean that she had to be here to change something, so that everything goes smoothly afterwards? (With just two words?) Time-travellers were certainly terrifying beings, the knowledge they hold capable of changing everything if they were to be let out. Just how rigorous is the selection process? What is stopping an agent from being tempted? Is Asahina-san being watched or heavily monitored in some way to-
"Itsuki-san! Suzumiya-san!" Older Mikuru called out, taking off the lid of a marker with a smile. "Let's write stuff on my younger self!"
The Esper forgot about everything as he joined the fun.
Sixteen minutes remaining.
Her smile was serene, yet tinted with hints of sadness. She looked up toward the heavens at nothing in particular, and breathed out deeply as if to release her tension along with it. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily at the futility of it all, as she thought forlornly of her short life.
Ryoko Asakura was dissolving.
"Looks like you won." she said to Nagato neutrally, then turned to the boy beside her. "Good bye, Kyon."
Kyon frowned and averted his eyes. They were watering.
"Your sexy buttocks have been saved for today. Saved, for today."
He shivered. His eyes watered even more, but for a different reason.
The former classmate and class rep then gave them a genuine smile right before her head disappeared, and then she was gone.
...
PPPSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH SSHHHH SH PSSSHHHHHHHHHH...
...
Kyon groggily opened his eyes as he lay on the floor. Their psychedelic surrounding quickly deteriorated soon after the girl was gone, and he quickly moved to cover a worn and torn Nagato as everything began to shake violently. And now they were... back in the classroom?
The boy turned his head, and a strangely non-bloody Nagato lying under him entered his vision. She was staring.
"Nagato? Are you okay?" he asked, blinking tiredly.
"I am fine." she answered simply. "Nothing has been-"
She suddenly froze, mouth half open.
"...Nagato?"
"..." closing her mouth, Nagato subtly shifted her head away. "...I..."
"What is it? Is something wrong?"
"...I forgot... to reconstruct..."
It was then that he thoroughly eyed Yuki's face. Her glasses-less face.
"Oh. Is that all?"
"..."
"...Well, you know... I think you look better without it."
Yuki suddenly whipped her face toward him, and although still expressionless, her gaze seemed to have been intensified.
"You... think that..."
The same monotone. Her broken sentences, though, suggested...
"Huh?" Kyon exclaimed confusedly, leaning closer and-
Clink.
"...Think that..."
Kyon stared long and hard at the pair of glasses that bumped into his hand. It wasn't missing, after all.
"...That..."
But then what did she-
"You think that... I look better skirt-less?"
"..."
"..."
"...!"
"...?"
Kyon looked.
"BLACK AND LACY-"
Sliiiide.
"WHOA!" exclaimed the intruder.
Meanwhile.
Taniguchi always felt a bit guilty.
They were never best friends or anything. But when he was younger, they often hung out together along with Kunikida. They were... pretty good friends. They played like crazy till dawn.
Then something happened three years ago.
He stuck with him initially, of course. Social self-preservation, however, won out in the end. It was a selfish, childish, and a rather mean thing to do, though admittedly smart as it kept him out of trouble.
Taniguchi felt pretty guilty.
For the last few days, he gathered courage to talk to him- he was going to apologize. And besides, it was ridiculous how he never even said a word to someone he knew for so long, and in the same class. Asking around, he found out that the boy was last seen going inside their classroom, so he went there. Sighing, he prepared himself and slid the door open...
"-ACK AND LACY-"
Sliiiide.
"WHOA!"
Yuki Nagato. Nagato Yuki. A first-year student currently in the literature club and H.E.L.P. Shorter than average, she is somewhat infamous for being dead silent and almost always seen reading something. Considered by some as having an "untouchable beauty" feel of sort. Currently, she is... laid out on the wooden floor of the classroom that isn't hers, skirt-less, hair slightly mussed, uniform ruffled, and with a red-faced Kyon crouched above her and looking stiffly toward the doorway.
...Snap.
Taniguchi slammed the door shut without a word, then calmly turned to walk away. Shoving his hands in his pocket, he casually made his way out of the hall, out of the floor, out of the building's empty front, out of the school yard, out of the entrance, and onto the streets, where he was lost in the crowd.
'Looks like... I came at a bad time.'
"..."
'...Lucky son of a-'
Six minutes remaining
"Well!" exclaimed the time-traveller brightly. "That was pretty fun, wasn't it?"
Koizumi blushed.
"Jeez, where could Yuki be?" Haruhi wondered out loud, having gone back to searching for the petite girl. "She's always here! I've never even seen her going to the washroom since I met her."
This caught the other two's attention, and Koizumi spoke up. "Come to think of it, she really doesn't seem to have other places to go to during school, except for classes and the library. And the trips to the library usually take her twelve minutes at most."
"Should we go look for her?" the eccentric girl asked in an excited tone, the words 'alien hunt alien hunt alien hunt!' running through her mind.
Sip.
"I'm pretty sure we don't have to, Suzumiya-san." replied the Esper. "Let's just wait for her."
"Wait a minute!" the elder Asahina shouted. She quickly looked around the room, found a calender, and huddled over it. "Today's... Wednesday?!"
"Um, yes. Today is Wednesday." Koizumi answered, cocking an eyebrow.
Suddenly grabbing the boy's hand, the woman swung open the door. "We have to go, Itsuki-san! I am so not going to miss it for the second time!"
"Hey! Where are you running off to with Koizumi?"
"Suzumiya-san, watch your head!"
"Huh? What do you-"
Thump.
The light-haired young man stared numbly at the suddenly unconscious Haruhi's crumpled form.
Three minutes remaining.
Walking slowly, Yuki went through the halls supported by Kyon. After he gave her his blazer to cover herself, the boy suggested that she should rest a bit at the nurses' office, pointing out that she moved as if she'll trip any moment from now.
"..."
"Hey, Nagato?"
"...Yes?"
"Those... things you've told me about? About Haruhi and the others?"
"...Yes?"
"They're all true, then? Every single thing?"
"...Yes."
"I see..."
"...You seem to have lost your doubt on the subject."
Kyon scoffed. "Psh. Yes, Nagato! When a crazy perverted alien traps you in a drug-trippy dimension and comes after your ass, people have the straaaange tendency to re-evaluate their views on things."
Nagato stared, then nodded.
"Well, at least it's safe now. I mean, it's not like these kind of things happen regularly, right?"
"..."
"..."
"..." cough.
"...Um, right?"
"..."
"...Right? Nagato?"
The petite girl turned her attention to the window. There wasn't anything to watch.
Fifty four seconds remaining.
"Sorry," Older Mikuru apologized, panting slightly as she ran. "But this is something she's better off not seeing, and you just know that she'll follow us."
"I... understand..." Koizumi replied, out of breath as he tried to catch up to her. "B... by the way, when did you slip it in her drink?"
Suddenly stopping, she swung the door of the gymnasium open. Finding it empty, she slammed it shut and began sprinting again immediately. "It's in her cup. I slipped it in during night time."
"What? But how did you know you'd need to-"
"Well, I'm going to slip it in. After this is over, I'll go back further in time to-" ...oh, shi- "I mean, CLASSIFIED INFORMATION!"
Fifteen seconds remaining.
"..."
...Tap tap tap tap tap tap...
"Hm? Is someone running?"
Ten seconds.
"There they are! Hey, Kyon-kun!"
"Nagato's with him?"
"It's almost time! Finally!" Waha hahaha haha!
Koizumi worriedly eyed Older Mikuru's twitching hands.
Nine seconds.
Nagato Yuki... eyed Kyon.
Twitch.
"-Hey, Kyon-kun!"
Kyon turned, then raised a brow at a familiar-looking woman coming his way.
Seven seconds
Many kilometres above the island of Japan, a small rift in space opened, and a lean figure crawled out of it shortly afterwards.
"I'm here! I'm actually HERE!" exclaimed inter-dimensional traveller from the world of Szethafftskci happily. Pulling out a truckload of strange devices -obtained from many epic battles- from a conveniently multi-purpose, kick-ass bling, the trillionaire took a awkward stance that was taught by the great Dtsrawsi of Sdsebthzxu Owxhswyd (which took a zillion year to master, in a world where zillion was an actual number) to prepare for landing.
Whoosh.
The traveller, being really really awesome, shot toward the earth at a reality-bending speed, laughing with incredible confidence that would have made all those who heard it weak in the knees.
"NYOPYOHOHOHO! With senses that crosses even the borders of dimensions, I have located a tall, brown-haired young man that for some seventeen-thousand word reason, is destined to be my Tfuwfsdhdi! Prepare to be felt up!"
The warrior's hands began to twitch. Fantastically.
Six seconds.
Haruhi started to snore. Mikuru drowned it out with her own.
Five seconds.
Older Mikuru ran. She ran like crazy.
'I... won't... miss... it...'
Four seconds.
Koizumi had no idea what it was that drove Asahina-san. Sputtering, he felt his legs burn from overexertion.
Twitch twitch.
"Huh?"
It was just itchy.
Three.
Yuki began to-
Two.
Older Mikuru tripped and-
One.
Being so very very awesome, the traveller came down really-truly-ridiculously fast.
Psss.
...and burned to dust in the process.
Zero!
GROPE.
...?!!!???!!?!!!?!!
"M... m... m-made it." muttered Mikuru, a grin forming despite her heart beating as if it'll pop out of her. It was all worth it. She finally got to see-
Koizumi wore a look. A very haunted look. He couldn't believe what he was seeing even though the scene was being played out in front of him.
Kyon stood there, eyes wide, posture stiff, and mouth open.
Yuki... was in the alien equivalent of disbelief.
...Even though it was NAGATO's own hand FIRMLY GRIPPING the right side of KYON'S REAR END. Not a pat, not a caress, but a full-on, genuine grope.
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...Cheese!" exclaimed Older Mikuru, snapping a picture. And another. And yet another...
"...These... kind of things..."
"N-Nagato?"
"...It happened yet again. This time, the alien succeeded."
"What...?" Kyon murmured exasperatedly, looking from Koizumi, to Asahina-san, to the little molester.
She finally let him go.
Backing away slightly, the boy stared awkwardly at Yuki who had her face lowered, gazing at the floor. They were still expressionless.
"Nagato," Kyon began calmly. "do you mind telling me why you were... um..."
Koizumi wheezed.
"I..." replied the small girl, lifting her head back. "I am... unsure. But..."
Nagato Yuki made a gesture with her hand. Kyon, seeming to have deciphered it, drew closer and bent slightly to near her level.
"...I am unsure..." she repeated, whispering. "...But it could be that..."
The club president leaned further forward.
"...It could be that I have acted as I did, because...
...
...I wanted to?"
Kyon made that face again. This time, Older Mikuru saved it in My Pictures as a high-resolution TIFF file, too.
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Author's note
The longest "Kyon" Kyon chapter I wrote so far. And now for some extra special...
Alternate Asakura Scene!
Asakura slowed down near a desk and, smiling innocently, pulled from beside her a...
...
"I-is that..." queried Kyon, shaking in terror. "...a fifteen-inch dild-"
"That's right! Now, get down."
Sobbing pitifully, the boy went down on his knees... and received the item in his hands, promptly using it to sweep the floor. It was difficult.
End Alternate Asakura Scene! Oh Yeah!
Beta read by Kildred.