The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, Suzumiya Haruhi

Chapter Uno

My Section :: My leg is feeling a bit better! Yay! But I don't think I'll abandon this story, I think I enjoy writing this actually. What Haruhi is thinking is all too interesting, and I can find a bit more of myself with each word! This will not be easy to put down. Although, I do wish I can make a side-story romance, I might do so after I am satisfied somewhat with this story. Anyways, do not completely assume this is just the same story except in Haruhi's point of view, I will provide bonus material as well (example, this chapter, which will include Haruhi's search for a fun club)! Not only in the place of when Kyon is not with Haruhi, but there will be more chapters, do not worry. If you have any suggestions, e-mail my address. on with the story. Thank you for reading! Really, your comments/critique are helpful.

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Why did I go to this high school?

This one in particular...? He's not here. Technically, if three years had passed, he would be off in some university. Why did I come here? I could've gone to that other school people were bugging me about. But no, I've denied their offer. It is highly more prestigious than here, so why did I come here? Did I hope to find him...?

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing with my life.

Sigh, whatever. Haruhi, focus at the task at hand! Right, which was? There is nothing interesting on the campus, I've searched everywhere! What else is there to do? Am I giving up? No! I refuse! There must be something. There must be some other way to find them... Let's see.

Well. In almost every article of literature involving aliens, the aliens hide in the skin of a human! Either in the act of brainwashing, abduction, cross-breeding, creating a hologram, or wearing the raw flesh! Or is that the Mayans...? Whatever, it sounds like something they might do anyways! But why would they come to this school...? To study human culture of course! And what better place than here? A regular school. It doesn't get much real than in here! Perhaps they are also here to abduct someone, someone who has the most highest of high grades! Who could that be...? Haha, I'm just kidding, of course it's me! No one can compare to my grades, my day is looking brighter!

Anyways, time-travelers wouldn't do the same as aliens, they'd actually be human (or an alien, but that had already been explained); why? Obviously, if they are time-travelers, they come from the future. And in the future, time-traveling should be found, farther in the future, there are people planning vacations to, not a place, but to a time. Also, if by some coincidence that the vacationers have a child, they must attend a school with formal education! And why not here? Hmm, however...

Since they are time-travelers, the currency in the future must be much greater than our currency, and therefore, a couple of million dollars to them is chump change! So sadly, they would pick a highly more prestigious school, not this poor place. WAIT! However, there is the possibility of time-detectives! Time-travelers who travel to the past to explore the mysteries of what the world has been to gather, either more material for their museums, or they are investigating someone! Probably some future Hitler, or someone that can very well change the world! Like a religious prodigy, a prophet, a God. Yesyes! That seems to be most likely the case.

But what about espers? What is there place in the modern society? Well normally, they'd at first be a normal kid. That is of course, before they step onto a large magical symbol and be blessed with super magical powers! Or take a long and hard journey with a not-so-suspicious tutor that turns out to be a veteran in the magical arts! Or perhaps, they have always had the power within them, and puberty has appeared to be the key to their supernatural abilities! Yes, that is most likely the case! Puberty of course! And if no one had experienced puberty yet, it is almost impossible to avoid such a painful experience in high school!

And what better way to meet these marvelous spectacles in disguise?

Hmm...

Ah! I can't believe I never thought of this before!

CLUBS! Social gatherings that draw people by introducing common interests!

But wait, what are aliens, time-travelers, and espers all interested about?

. . .

I guess I'll just have to try out for all of them.

Baseball!

Ah, baseball, it is said to be America's greatest sport! What better way to start my search then to begin with this widely accepted sport? This club should prove to be very helpful.

"Uh, the coach is taking a bathroom break. If you wanna--"

What the hell is with their weak swings?! Look at them!

"Well they're kinda warming up, besides, those balls are actually quite harder to hit than you think. They're quite small, not to me of course, I can hit a homer, no sweat."

It wouldn't matter if the ball was as big as your head! Your team doesn't know how to bat!

After watching these inflated muscle men attempt to swing at the ball, I was thrown into a fit of frustration.

"Hand me your best bat!"

. . .

It would seem that I was not taken seriously. What the hell is with this beat up, old bat? It was metal, sure, but it looked like it was used especially to whack someone's head. Urgh, if it was me, I'd knock some brains into these people's heads! How dare they take me as a joke, this bat shall be marked with my historic hits with dents larger than anyone's head!

"Start pitching!"

I could see the smirk on that guy's face. After nodding to the catcher, he started winding up. I mean, really, wind up. His arm was circling his whole body by rotating his shoulder joint, making a full circle from above his head to his thighs. Kami-sama, what a clown!

"STRIKE ONE!"

What the hell?! I didn't even see that coming! You call that a pitch?! That was the most stupidest wind-up I've ever seen in my life!

The pitcher started twitching, what a dork. "START PITCHING!" Again, he winds up in circles. Ugh, I'm getting dizzy. No! Ready yourself, hit that ball out of the park! Here it comes!

HIT IT!

"FOUL BALL!"

"What the hell?! You call that a foul ball?!"

The ball was flying towards the right field all the way out of the park! It did not go past that line, my eyes do not lie! Ugh, not only are they stupid, but they can't see neither!

Then I looked at the pitcher. Hah! He's scared now! He didn't see my hidden power! Just watch, I'm aiming for the heavens! I then lowered my bat from the sky, readying myself for the next pitch. Circle, circle, circle, PITCH!

BAM!

The metal in contact with the ball made quite a sound! And look! It's reaching towards the sky, but now, straight forward! "HOMERUN!" I scream! I laughed triumphantly, I have thoroughly smashed him! Before I ran the bases, I first made my way to the pitcher's mound. Mocking his pitch by using his ferris-wheel wind-up, then falling, just as he failed in striking me out! I ran to the first base after that, not before turning around and sticking my tongue out.

Wow, baseball is boring.

After hitting a total of 22 pitches, the coach finally came out of the bathroom. Tough time, eh coach? This club is too boring anyways. All you do is hit, run. Hit, run. I think If I ever join a sport, I would enjoy a bit more contact. Like, smashing someone's brain out! Yes, that would be satisfying, especially for more of my stressful moments. I left the gray metal bat by the wall, and made my way to the rugby field.

That bat has seen better days.

Ugh, what a stupid ref! Whatever, I wasn't expecting to find anything strange in the rugby club. Psh, offsides, what the hell?! I was clearly inside, that touchdown, or whatever it is, was beautiful[After shouldering two brutes, she was actually 7 yards from the side line. Then, the players had the nerve to blame me for injuring there most valuable players! Cornering me like that, I bet they feel really sorry now!

Flashback

In the locker room...

"Look little girl- or, whatever you are! You've messed up Takamura AND Makunouchi! You owe us big for the playoffs!"

"They were in my way you dumbass! This is the girl's changing room, by the way!"

"No one's here anyway, they won't be able to see what we're going to do to you..."

Haruhi eyed the loofs questionably. They were all staring at her with perverted grins and wandering eyes. Suddenly, as if an idea had struck her, she smiled brightly. But that warm smile soon faded into an evil curl, she knew just what to do with these jocks. "Ah, so you all wish to de-flower me, eh? Birds and the bees? Show me a good time, right?" she said as a matter-of-factly. The boys were instantly confused, why did she seem so aloof about this? They started to ponder, but nothing could have escaped from the inevitable fate. Once you get Haruhi going, she can't stop.

"Let's get started then!" she cried cheerfully.

As fast as a hurricane, Haruhi has successfully pantsed more than 5 rugby players, revealing their hairy thighs and jock straps!

"What the hell?!"

Finally, seven were successfully fumbling for their pants. Three were looking for their's, as Haruhi has quickly hid them in different lockers. At the end of the hall of lockers, she then put a finger under her eye and stuck her tongue out. After doing so, she started to rip her shirt messily, the sleeves and ends were torn off quickly due to her immense strength. Gathering the pieces of ripped cloth, she then stuffed them in the hands of the players. "See ya later!" she winked, exiting the locker room quickly.

Deep breath...

"HELP! SEXUAL HARASSMENT!"

End flashback.

Just too simple. They should never take advantage of a girl like that! But, I'm sure they've learned their lesson. Besides, they have a lot of time to think of their wrongdoings.

I walked towards the tennis courts... My hopes were not so high as before. Still, not one suspicious person. I'm starting to feel melancholic again. Sigh.

Tennis has extremely grown popular in Japan. Maybe it's because of that anime... Prince of Tennis, right? Whatever, it doesn't matter. You never know if a time-traveler seems to take interest in 'classic' animes. So, why not?

After picking up a new pair of PE clothes, I started tying my hair again in two ponytails... Arriving at the tennis courts, I looked around. I sat myself at one of the benches, it was getting hot today... Sigh. I watched a couple of games, one guy had caught my sight. At the second tennis court, he's been annoying. Whenever he serves, right before hitting the ball, do you know what he says? In plain english, as if he thought he could say it right, he screams out, "BULLET SERVE!"

No one has the guts to go over to him and beat him! But I could see why... That girl he's playing with doesn't seem to be the competitive time. It seems as if he's owning her, but in reality, he's just a chump. Ugh, he shall feel the wrath of my racket!

"Give me your racket!"

"Hey, what are you--"

"YOU!"

I pointed my racket towards the boy. "I'll kill your bullet serve!"

"What the hell, you can't just interrupt a game like that!"

"Bakayarou! You'll fall before my return!"

I stood in the ready position that I had learned from my old tennis tutor. The first to win a game won the match, I had explained that because all I wanted was to face his serve...

"BULLET SERVE!"

I struck the ball with my forehand shot, shooting it to the opposite side of his position! He rushed to the ball in a hurry, as I centered myself on the court. He managed to hit it back, but it was a very dumb shot, straight to me! Strangely though, the ball traveled through the air slowly. "Slice!" I heard someone in the back yell. Ugh, I hate those stupid shots... It gave him a bit more time to recover, but whatever. Hit it back to the left!

I started rushing to the net, getting ready to end this game. The boy hit it back, but it was very weak. He was surprised to see me at the net, his confused look pleased me so. After returning, he tried to regain his composition. TOO BAD! I'm going to...

HIT HIS FACE!

The boy was sent to the nurse's office. It was strange. I actually hit his face. Ugh, he wasn't even bleeding or anything, what a cry baby! And the girls from the club were no better! They kept whining at me, begging me to join their club! I don't want a teammate who'll yell that stupid line over and over again every time he serves! And even so! Tennis is just boring. It's almost like baseball, except, I have a better chance in hitting the other person's face.

So in the end, I was unable to find anything interesting in this school at all! There is absolutely nothing to do here. Nothing fun at all! And certainly, nothing involving aliens, time-travelers, or espers! Baseball, Rugby, Tennis, Music, Mystery, and Supernatural clubs! Geez, I really had high hopes for the Supernatural Study Group. But it turned out to be a load of bull. There's nothing interesting here! Everyone is annoying, and the clubs are even more of a let down! I thought, going to high school, there will be more to do.

But it's just formal education...

Ugh, this whole school is stupid.

I feel so alone... There's really no one else to share this with. No one that'd understand, of course. Sigh. How long has it been... Three years? Yeah, I think that's it. Three years, I've searched for just a hint of the existance of aliens, time-travelers, and espers. Hell, I've even gave them a billboard! You'd think I would've found something, a clue at the very least! A lead... Something... Do they really not exist...? It must be true, after all, there has been nothing else but mock findings of any supernatural being. Why can't they exist though? What law says that they can't? Religion? The laws of physics?

Science changes everyday! What was once known as facts are changed into another person's mad dreams because of a meeting! It becomes forgotten, and a new law is upheld. They always change, there is no definite truth. And also, those who decide those truths, are none other than the people who choose not to live, but to question why we live!

Religion is just as loopy! I have never witnessed anything great from any religion I know! If I am to believe in a religion, there must be cold, hard, proof. And if you are to question why I believe in things I cannot see, imagine what I can say to you! I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you. It's just... People question my beliefs, yet to me, their beliefs seem to be as absurd as mine.

And if their beliefs are as absurd as mine, then I have just as much reason as them to believe! I believe that there are aliens, time-travelers, and espers out there! Somewhere, and I will not rest until I find them! I choose not to believe in religion, nor science!

In the end, the only person worth believing is yourself. Do not doubt this.

People say, go with the flow. But if everyone had gone with the flow to begin with, civilization as we know it will not exist. Do not tell me to go with the flow, because I refuse.