Behind Editor in Chief Straight Ahead!

Oh yes, school council president... I never liked him when I read the novel, but you know... I can't blame the president and Koizumi for coming up with this scenario. Sigh... If Haruhi isn't entertained regularly, things can get ugly. Sometimes, I am really frightened of that typhoon of a woman.

But... writing stories aren't my specialty... I really don't know what to write.

"Rejected!" Haruhi just rejected another one of Asahina-san's manuscripts.

"It's no god?"

Of course it's no good, for our queen Haruhi, nothing is good enough...

As to how this came to be...

Few days ago, Nagato and Koizumi came looking for Kyon in our 1-5 classroom. Good thing Haruhi wasn't here. Kyon was 'summoned' to the student council. Of course, I remembered this scene perfectly. Student council president, threatening to disband the literature club will make the SOS-brigade write a stupid club journal.

From then, I struggled in agony to find a way out of writing. But, all my efforts went to naught when Haruhi caught me sneaking out of the school after class.

"Please, I don't want to write that club journal!" I begged Haruhi.

"Alan! This is for Yuki! We have to do this for the sake of Yuki's literature club! I won't take no for an answer!"

"No." I denied

Haruhi's angry face suddenly turned into an evil smug.

"Fine Alan, that's how you want to play it? Here, look at this."

Haruhi now always carried an extra supply of milk, I really hate how this is going.

Looking at my drooling visage, Haruhi mischievously help up the bottle of milk and addled on in a tone that pet owners used.

"Come Here, Alan Alan... don't you want the milk? Yes you do."

Hey, what do you think I am? A cat?

Sigh... But really, I am no better than a cat. In the end, I stood in the clubroom like the other members, nervous about what Haruhi would make us write.

Haruhi made us draw lots for genres. This is the following results.

Koizumi - mystery

Asahina-san – Fairy Tale

Nagato – Fantasy Horror

Kyon – Romantic story

I was shocked when I drew my genre.

"Tragedy?"

Only Koizumi and Nagato didn't look worried. I also know what will happen after... in one way or another, other brigade members will finish their stories in time.

I really don't know much tragic stories. Does it have something related to Shakesphere?

This would be the rare moment where Kyon and I feel like brothers in arms. We both felt helpless on what to write. We ended up asking Koizumi for help soon as Haruhi ran out of the room.

"Well, I think both of you can write from your own experiences. Alan, why don't you use the method that you used to write those songs? I'm sure you didn't write them."

"Only story source I have is a book called 'Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya'. It would be like a book of future events for you people. Since I am not supposed to mess up this world, I can't show that to anyone, especially Haruhi..."

Koizumi thought for a moment. Then said.

"Well then, never mind that method, and then let's try this. I know it might be painful for you, but can you try to write tragedy from your own memory. After all, you never told us the rest of your story."

I froze up, I can't write it. It was simple as that, if I wrote about that day, my heart will probably shatter to million pieces.

"Well the choice is yours, I'm sure you can come up with something with your experience. That goes same for you." Koizumi then returned to writing his own mystery story.

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That night when I got home, I sat down to write a tragedy..With no particular thought, I started writing away. I didn't even realize what I was writing, that's how bad it was.

Sigh this is so tragic... Hmm... write... write ...yawwnnnn...ZzZzZ

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My peaceful slumber was ruined later by someone unexpected.

"Wow, you really sleep megas a lot." Smiling Tsuruya-san stood before me. Megas a lot? Is that correct grammar?

"Huh? Tsuruya-san? What are you doing here?"

Tsuruya-san was energetic as usual; she seems to be even more energetic ever since Valentines Day.

"Haru-nyan invited me to chat about the club journal nyoro, I wanted to see you before I left."

Hmm, Haruhi inviting Tsuruya-san? That's unusual. Wait did Tsuruya-san say she wanted to see me? Tsuruya-san, that Valentines Day event was just an act of kindness on my part, nothing more.

"Haru-nyan asked me to write up some literature! I'm excited already!"

That's great Tsuruya-san, how I wish I was confident about it as you. Sadly I'm not.

Tsuruya-san noticed my manuscript that I was diligently writing.

"Ohh, Alan-kun wrote quite a lot, let me see."

Tsuruya-san snatched away my paper faster than a speed of sound.

"Wait! Tsuruya-san!"

"Alan-kun, Haru-nyan already told me that you are writing a tragedy, I just want to see."

Tsuruya-san began to read my story... this isn't good.

Tsuruya-san's reaction was unexpected.

After Tsuruya-san finished reading my story, she looked distressed. She then stared at me with a worried expression.

This would be the first time I've seen Tsuruya-san not in her cheerful state.

"Umm, Alan-kun, this character in this story... is he...you?"

Tsuruya-san said as she returned the manuscript to me

I read over my own story... I was shocked at the content... all I remembered was writing aimlessly...

And the story's content was surprisingly similar to those of my daily nightmares. I felt extremely sorry for Tsuruya-san, to make her read such a horrifying story, being exposed that memory doesn't fit Tsuruya-san at all.

Sudden dreadful memories came back to me. Today, it was worse than usual. I felt all my strength disappear... I couldn't stand it anymore, I collapsed.

"Huh? Alan-kun?"

I felt Tsuruya-san catch me before I hit the ground.

I couldn't keep the truth locked up inside me anymore. Finally, I realized that it was destroying me from the inside.

I looked up at Tsuruya-san, she was staring down at me with a kindest expression that I haven't seen in a while. I answered truthfully,

"Yes, that's me. I've never told anyone about that day."

"I didn't want to write this... but it seems that I can't help but write it. I've held the events of that day inside too long that I am subconsciously writing it now."

I was lying on Tsuruya-san's lap. I was sure I had no medical problems, but at this moment I couldn't bring myself back up. All I could do was lie down and stare up at Tsuruya-san's eyes. Not the starry sparkling eyes that I'm used to seeing, yet still full of same kindness and understanding.

"It's okay Alan-kun... you did the right thing, it's no good holding in all those on your own..."

Tsuruya-san was staring down at me with very knowledgeable smile. My pain eased a bit.

"When I first saw you Alan-kun, you looked really sad, and I could tell that you were trying to hide it by pretending to be asleep all the time. I wanted to know why you were so sad; I think I know why now."

Tsuruya-san might be the sharpest one of them all; to have noticed all this, she really is extraordinary.

"Although it's nice to share all the joy with everyone. When necessary, it's mega important to share all the bad times as well." Tsuruya-san was now patting my head gently. This lasted for a while in silence.

Suddenly the door opened and Haruhi walked in, saying.

"Alan! I need help with my computer, it's being funny again."

Then Haruhi saw what was going on in the room and froze on the spot.

"..."

Haruhi first looked towards me and then Tsuruya-san.

All three of us were locked in an awkward silence.

Haruhi broke the silence first, blushing as if she saw something that she shouldn't have, she said.

"Ummm... never mind. Tsuruya-san, sorry for intruding, I didn't know." Haruhi exited in a hurry.

After seeing Haruhi leave I spoke to Tsuruya-san.

"Tsuruya-san, can you please not tell anyone that this story is true? Especially Haruhi, it's not time yet, when the time comes, I will tell everyone else myself."

"Hmm, but soon as Haru-nyan reads this, she will guess that this story is from your own experience... Say, I got an idea, how about I do some revising for you? I'm not a bad writer."

Tsuruya-san said with an eccentricity from before. This cheerfulness suited Tsuruya-san better. As if her cheerfulness were being fed into me, I found the strength to sit up.

"Thanks Tsuruya-san, you should go back now, or Haruhi will get suspicious..."

"Hora... are you going back to sleep again? Won't you get lonely again alone? Maybe I should sleep beside you tonight so you won't get lonely."

"…" What does she mean by 'sleep'? I stared into Tsuruya-san's mischievous smile.

It took me few seconds to realize that she was joking.

"Tsuruya-san, your jokes are too vague."

"Hahaha, you don't want me to sleep with you? Oh well, I'll take this manuscript, see you Alan-kun."

Tsuruya-san turned around to leave, and then as if she remembered something, she suddenly turned back around. She pulled out a bottle from her yellow jacket and threw it towards me.

I caught it... It was milk, strawberry flavor.

"Cheer up quickly! Haru-nyan needs you!"

With a wink, Tsuruya-san exited.

... Saki, if you were staring down from above, please don't get the wrong idea. But, it wasn't like Saki to get jealous. That girl never got jealous.

With my mind switching between Tsuruya-san and Saki every few minutes, I fell asleep.

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(Kyon)

Haruhi just succeeded in taking the last page of my manuscript that I was hiding.

What method did she imply? Well... she brought me down and started to harass me like she harasses Asahina-san. You get the picture, of course... if no one had entered the clubroom while this was happening it might not have been so bad.

But, Asahina-san had entered accidentally. Just what was she thinking when she saw me on my back, and then Haruhi on top of me as she continued her reverse sexual harassment...

"I, I'm s,sorry! I didn't see anything! Honest!" She shouted misguidedly as she ran away.

Nagato was there also, but she didn't help at all. To my horror, Haruhi got her hands on the last page. As I tried to get it back, Haruhi ran away.

Now I look outside the window in despair, waiting for Haruhi to comeback and mock me. I looked towards Alan's usual sleeping spot.

Huh? I saw another person under the tree sitting beside Alan. It was Tsuruya-san; they were both chatting merrily.

I stared at this bizarre scene for a while. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, but they were both looking at a piece of paper, which seemed to be the source of all the laughter. That was not my manuscript though, mine was all crumpled up, and the paper they were reading was not crumpled.

This didn't last long. Soon, Tsuruya-san got up and left, leaving behind sleeping Alan. I might look more into this later.

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This chapter was finally finished after few days of procrastination.

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