WELCOME BACK REGULAR HARU-CHAN! YAAAAAYYYYYY! lol i dedicated like, a page-worth just to her to make up for her not being here for 9-ish chapters ^_^ I tried to answer some of the questions you guys asked here, but I wonder if I did a very good job...
So I've been thinking about writing a sequel, just for the fun of it. I wanna try and add a little bit of Yasuchika (Hunny's {little?} bro) and Satoshi (Mori's little bro, he's only in the manga but if you search him up you'll get his picture and probably a short bio) and have a bit more of Ranka. Lots of you said that this story kinda got slow in some parts, so i'm hoping to make that better aswell. It'll also give me an opportunity to build up more on the Witness Protection thing, so I don't seem like a total ass who just puts unwanted drama into stories to make them better. Eh, maybe that's how I come off as lol.
So sit back back- with a nice big bowl of Fruit Loops- and enjoy, The final chapter of I Kinda Sorta Turned Her Into A Three Year Old~
Nekozawa looked around the room. Everything was exactly as it had been one week prior to him sending everyone back to the past. He quickly went to the couch and pulled off the cushion. He saw the book he had used for the spell and picked it up very delicately. He walked over to the his table and sat down. After lighting the candle on the table to shed some light in the room, he turned to the page where he found the spell he used and stared at it with a blank expression.
"Haru-chan looks like Onii-chan now!" she said happily.
Nekozawa clenched his fist.
[It's all for the better, Umehito.] Beelzenef said reassuringly.
He set the book down on the table and massaged his temples with his index fingers. "I know that already."
[Are you sure? You seem rather upset.]
"I'm fine Beelzenef. Just… just fine." Nekozawa glanced at his watch. He had sent them all back to when there was a few minutes before . Haruhi would still be in class by now, packing her things and getting ready to leave.
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"Come on, Haruhi! We have to go." Hikaru said, tugging on Haruhi's shirt. Haruhi gasped and threw her body over the top of the desk.
"You feeling okay? You seemed fine during class." Kaoru said. "What's wrong?" he asked, shaking her slightly. "Hikaru! Haruhi must be sick!"
"Oh no! The poor child! Aww, come 'ere kiddo." Hikaru crooned. The two of them put their arms around Haruhi and made fake tears spout from their eyes. Haruhi twitched.
"Why'd you call me that? Why'd you call me child? I'm not a child!" she cried, getting out of their grip defensively. The twins stared at her, bewildered.
"Whoa, what happened Haruhi?" Hikaru asked, feeling very offended.
"Yeah, you're acting weird all of a sudden." Kaoru added.
"You're studying way too hard. Loosen up. Here, sit in the chair, we'll give you a back massage." He gestured to the chair, and Kaoru pulled it out for her.
"No, no it's okay. I'm just.. I'm just tired, that's all. We should go now, or else we're going to be late." She said anxiously. She gathered her things, stuffing her folder and notebook into her bag. She looked nervously at the last piece of paper she left- face down-on her desk. She crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the recycling basket as she left the classroom, closing the door behind her.
"Okay, I'll buy that." Hikaru shrugged and looked at Kaoru.
"Same. I have a feeling that whatever's going on; the less we know, the better." He nodded back at his brother. The two of them left the classroom with their things.
When they didn't see Haruhi out in the hallway, they had figured that she walked faster that usual due to the fact that she had a mini-argument with them, and didn't want interaction for a few minutes. She let out a sigh of relief and got out from her position, glued to the wall opposite to the direction that the twins usually took to the third music room. She peered into the room suspiciously then took the paper from the recycling bin. She un-crumpled it and smoothed out the page.
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[Umehito, pull yourself together! What's done is done. Besides, you were fine when we came back from our "trip"!] Beelzenef screamed. [This was your idea, you know!]
Nekozawa let out a distressing whine and banged his head on the book. He slouched in his chair and pouted "It's not fair! She's gonna go on with the rest of her life, not remembering a single thing! While I have to sit here and watch her grow up…"
[Listen to me. The both of you are better off going on with your lives as if none of this happened.]
Nekozawa let out another whine. "I don't care! Kirimi NEVER calls me Nii-chan! Ever since that incident with Souh it's always been Onii-san or Aniki! She only calls him Nii-chan."
[It's no use getting depressed over something like that.]
"She's the only one who didn't get scared of me the first time she saw me."
[Beelzenef vs. Umehito, 1-0]
"You don't get it. You're a puppet, you have a completely different perspective on life."
[True, very true. But you know, you two go to the same school. It's not goodbye forever.]
"I guess you're right." Nekozawe grumbled. He put his head in his palms and slouched over the desk. "I'm still sad." He glanced at the page, yet again. Then, something caught his eyes. In very, very fine, small print, he could see writing at the bottom of the page. His heart skipped a beat.
"Oh no," he said nervously, rummaging through the drawer of his desk. He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his body, his chest tightening up with each move he made. "Dear lord, please don't let it be." He found what he was looking for, his magnifying glass. He looked closely at his finding.
It was translated to;
The spellcaster, and anyone he or she has physical contact with at the time of the spell taking place, shall keep their memories of the events that took place.
Nekozawa sighed in relief and sat back in his chair, "Thank goodness." He said to himself "It's lucky that I wasn't- wait.. wait a minute.. oh shit!" He cursed.
[Umehito, I'm surprised at you! You don't usually use language like that!]
"Haruhi was on my lap!"
[Oh SHIT!]
"I know! What the hell is with these damn spellbooks and their damn tiny letters that should be the first thing we frigging see when we get to the page? FU-"
[DAH!palpdeedoo!] Beelzenef's arms were raised in the air. [Sorry, It's just really weird to hear you swearing. Now, this isn't as bad as we think it is.]
"How? This is a disaster, it's a crisis! Our whole plan is ruined!" he sobbed, going back to his grieving over the desk.
[Make up your mind. First you were miserable over the fact that Haruhi wouldn't be your "little sister" anymore. Now you're even more miserable because you got what you wanted in the first place.]
"But.. but…"
Beelzenef let out a little sigh. [When you think about it, Haruhi won't remember a thing. Everything happened when she was three years old…. Sort of.]
"I guess you're right...So we have nothing to worry about. Everything's…. But what if I just made sure she doesn't remember everything? Only to be on the safe side…" he asked nervously, looking around the room. Hopefully, Beelzenef would accept his excuse.
Beelzenef stared at him blankly for a moment. [You've got to be kidding me.]
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"Haruhi, good work today." Kyouya said as Haruhi walked out of the closet slowly. He was typing away at his laptop, like always.
"Umm... thank you sempai.." she said weakly, glancing at him nervously from the corner of her eyes.
"Onii-chan, PLEASE play pattycake with me?" she asked, tugging on his shirt. He looked at her blankly, took a deep breath and "No." then turned back to his computer. She pouted and inched closer to him. "PLEEEEAAAASSE?" she pleaded.
"For the last time, NO. I'm not going to repeat myself again."
"You're not going to say no to me again?" Haruhi asked, still pouting.
"Correct."
"So you'll play pattycake with me!" she laughed throwing her hands in the air.
She twitched and took her bag from the table, rushing towards the door. The others Hosts could hear her mumbled angrily to herself, similar to how a small child would when she not very pleased with her parents had unfairly sent her to time-out.
"Whoa, hold up Haruhi. You wanna tell us what's wrong?" Hikaru asked.
"Haru-chan are you feeling okay?." Hunny reached up and pressed his hand to her forehead. "Hmm.. you don't feel warm."
Haruhi bit her lip, 'Dammit...' she thought to herself.
"Haru-chan! Haru-chan come back!" he cried, running to catch up with her.
She sighed. "Yeah, I've just been..." she muttered, her eyes drifting away from Hunny "You know sempai, I'm fine. I've just got some thinking to do." And with that, she left the room without another word. The Hosts exchanged quick, confused glances from one another.
With every step she took, she increased her pace. 'What the heck is going on?' she screamed in her brain. What was with all those new...new..."memories"?
"Right, memories." she grumbled "More like hallucinations. You're okay Haruhi, all you need is to relax. Hikaru and Kaoru were right, you've got to loosen up."
Her walk through the halls had now gotten faster, and she soon found herself running down the corridor like mad. She had been having these strange "hallucinations" for a couple hours now, and they had seemed to be getting worse. She felt that she was going insane, it was impossible that anything she pictured actually happened. For example, there was no way that she would have gone sledding down the staircase, the grand staircase at Ouran, no less. She wasn't that reckless.
"Well...I did do some stupid things when i was a little kid.." she recalled, remembering the few times she had scared the life out of her parents with her antics in her pre-school years. "But that is beside the point." she told herself sternly. "I can't believe I'm starting to talk to myself, just for reassurance.'' she sighed " But, I guess it can't be helped. If I have to think of a list of reasons why it's not possible, and say it out loud, then that's what I'm going to do."
"A, everybody looked unnaturally larger than me. Even now, I don't have to look up at a 80 degree angle to see their faces when I'm close to them. B, I kissed Renge, Hikaru and Kaoru on the cheek." she grimaced, shuddering slightly at the awkwardness. "C, I definitely do not have a crush on Mori-sempai." she grumbled.
"Finally... I never liked toys. I remember always carrying around..." she drifted off, thinking about the paper in the pocket once more. She had come to realize that she had subconciously made her way to the main-gate of the school.
"But, I did feel everthing that was going on... what the food tasted like, what I could smell, what I felt..." she grumbled, starting towards her apartment. "It was all too vivid for a dream..." She started to become irritated. Many people have vivid dreams, many people have faint memories. It's almost impossible to tell the difference in some cases. She was having a very weak argument with herself, and could not decide which side was winning. Irritating, very irritating indeed. Low tolerance, paranoia, and talking to herself; as opposed to her normal, level-headed and surprisingly oblivious self.
The entire trip back to her house, she could not stop thinking about the subject. Her father wouldn't be home yet, so she would be able to have time to herself and clear her mind (if that was even possible at the moment). She unlocked her door and turned on the lights to her house, releived to be in the comfort and safety of her own home, away from -most of- the madness of the outside world. Now, all she had to do was find an explanation for what was going on, then everything would be just peachy. Nearly throwing herself on the tatami-covered floor, she let out a sigh and stretched her arms. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, nearly getting hypnotized by the stretch of tannish-white-colored wall.
She slowly pulled out the folded piece of paper she had in her pocket, unfolding it and smoothing out the creases. "I poured my heart out to you in my dream, you know." she said, not bothered anymore with speaking to herself, ow to inanimate objects.
"You knew about Ichira, you knew how Twinkle Twinkle Little Star was my favorite song." she went on. "You even knew that Otou-san and Okaa-san saw something... something horrible, and that's why we had to move from Hokkaido."
She looked back up at the ceiling. "All they told me about what they saw, is that there are bad, and good people in the world. They said it like they were going to cry. I almost thought they would. They made me think...they made me think that someone was killed." she bit her lip, her face scrunching up.
"That's enough of that. I've had enough drama for one day." she said, shaking her head slightly to help blood flow. She looked at the picture again. "I'm going to go do my homework.."
And that was when it happened, she couldn't explain why. She could remember. It was completely illogical though, nobody else ever showed any signs of interaction with Haruhi that way. The Hosts never mentioned a small girl always following around either Nekozawa, Hikaru, Kaoru or Renge. Kyouya never gave her the cold shoulder for pestering him about Patty Cake. But the most confusing thing of all...
How could something like that be possible? She was a small little girl- apparently- when all of that happened, yet everyone else was still in their present day bodies. She knew something like this would get her sent to an Asylum if she told anybody, so she decided it was best to keep it to herself.
Watching everybody else go on with life, unaware of what happened. It seemed like a rather difficult thing to endure, but she knew she could handle it. But there was one thing she had to handle, right at that moment. She had some re-acquainting to do, with someone from over ten years ago.
"Dara...chan..." she whispered, staring at the drawing of her dear friend, the fox puppet from her childhood.
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The End~!
I really have no idea why it took me so long to upload this chapter, besides the fact that every time I got on the computer to edit it, I ended up looking at about three words, got bored, then decided that it'd be more fun to see if I can train my turtle to go through a hoop. Eventually just gave up on editing and decided to just fix anything you guys point out lol
On a more serious note, you guys have no idea how much it means to me that you decided to read this story! I worked really hard on it, and it's thanks to everyone's support that I finally finished it! So please tell me how you thought I did, and your thoughts on the sequel thing. I, for one, think that it would be a really good idea. That ending was kinda... you know what I mean...
So good luck with your future endeavors, always think of me when you eat Fruit Loops.. or see a unicorn.. or anything that has to do with pixies.
~Fullmoonsinner
