~The First Undeniable Truth Of Haruhi Suzumiya~

AN:

AHA! A new chapter~!

Thank you guys for reviewing and such! :D

Well, the inspiration for this chapter is basically a situation I've thought about using as a template for a great FanFic. I wanted to use it for an IchiRuki story, originally.

However, I realized that putting Kyon and Haruhi in the scenario would be… almost, in a way, more realistic, based on their uniqueness, qualities, and all-around personalities.

Plus, it's cute. XD

-ChromeHeartSoldier

My eyes creaked open.

The light was almost unbearably bright, the sunlight shining through my window. The birds were singing, the air smelled like burning pancakes, and for the first time in a year of school, I didn't mind going.

It was the last day of school before summer.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes.

It was the last day of school…

…but I'll be seeing Haruhi a lot.

I stood up and stretched, looked at myself in the full-body mirror on the sliding door of my closet, and sighed.

When Haruhi said that she didn't kiss me, it was if it really never happened.

Or rather, Haruhi probably forgot.

I hobbled over to my closet and peered inside.

We didn't have to wear uniforms that day. Usually, I don't care what I wear, but for some reason, that day, I NEEDED to wear something nice, something presentable.

And after scanning through all my clothes, I found what I was looking for.

I walked into the classroom, scanning all around me.

It was unusual, seeing all my classmates dressed in stuff that wasn't their school uniform.

I took a deep breath, turned, and saw her.

Haruhi was in a white shirt with a nice green semi-vest. She was also wearing a pair of light brown capris, what looked like a pair of green low-top Converse, and of course, her signature yellow hair band.

I half-freaked.

Haruhi turned and saw me, her eyes widening.

"…we're matching today, aren't we, Kyon?"

I was wearing a white shirt, a green semi-vest, and pair of light brown shorts and green and white Nikes.

We half-stared at each other for a while, dreading and curious about how awkward this coincidence was.

"We are…" I decided.

Just as I said those words, I felt a tap on my back.

I turned around to see Koizumi.

Koizumi grinned. "Hi there, Haruhi." He said, bowing. "Would you mind if I stole Kyon for a while?"

"Be my guest," Haruhi said, turning around to think about about our matching clothes.

So Koizumi dragged me out into the hallway.

"You and Suzumiya-san are matching today," He said, quoting the obvious.

"What about it?" I groaned.

"Well, I thought you might want to know this." He raised his hand and pointed out the window.

I looked.

There was a strange, yellow aura in the sky above. They looked like yellow clouds, but they were hard to see if you didn't try looking.

The yellow aura was quickly spreading above the school, and the sun shone brighter than ever.

"I would like you to know what an open space looks like," Koizumi said, smiling. "Suzumiya-san probably didn't look like it, but she was silently overjoyed to have been wearing the same clothes as you."

I blinked. "…but… couldn't have this happened because it was Haruhi's will?"

Koizumi nodded. "Indeed." He shook his head and laughed. "You've learned, Kyon."

I looked out the window again. It was not only yellow clouds covering the school now. There were several purple clouds.

"Not everyone can see those," Koizumi explained. "Only people that Haruhi is close to can."

"Why are there purple clouds too?" I asked him.

Koizumi blinked. "There are purple clouds?"

There was silence.

"I can only see yellow ones," He said.

"I can see purple, yellow, and silver clouds," I told him, freaked out at the sight.

There was more silence.

Then Koizumi started laughing.

"I guess only people Haruhi is close to can see the clouds, but the number of clouds and their color is based on how close she is to the person…" He said, grinning mischievously. "…or how close she wants to be with that individual."

I looked at him, trying to hide my reddening cheeks. "Shut up, fool."

Koizumi laughed more. "Listen, Kyon." He paused, staring out the window. "When it becomes summertime, Yuki-san, Asahina-san, and I won't be here to help you with Haruhi all the time."

I nodded and shrugged. "So?"

Koizumi stopped laughing. "I want you to know that open space can be dangerous as well."

He ran a hand through his hair. "In fact, open space can be deadlier than closed space at times."

I felt my eyebrows rise. "What?"

"In an open space," Koizumi explained. "Haruhi feels happy, and she creates… a bubble around herself, and most likely, you are the only person she would want in that bubble." He paused and took a deep breath. "In that effervesce of open space; Haruhi might decide that YOU are the only person that she wants to be around, the only person that needs to be with her on this Earth."

"…so in the process, she could unintentionally destroy all humanity except for the both of us?" I asked, in panic.

"Yes." Koizumi paused, thinking. "Or even worse, Haruhi might decide that she wants to leave this world with you, and leave us. If God left this earth, then…" He swallowed. "…we'd all be screwed, basically."

I let this all run through my head. "…but Haruhi couldn't possibly think of me that much."

Koizumi started laughing at me. "She thinks about you more than you'd ever know."

And with that, Koizumi walked away, leaving me to stare at the clouds that were now only yellow.

Tick, tock.

I stared at the clock.

Tick Tock.

It was almost like I was reliving High School Musical.

Tick-

RRRIIIINNNNGGG!

I jumped out of my seat.

It was summertime.

In about 3.45 seconds, the classroom was empty, except for Haruhi and me.

I had hit my hip on my desk as I jumped and I was in pain.

And Haruhi was laughing at me.

I groaned, but smiled in return.

What the hell is happening to me? Why… why am I ENJOYING being with Haruhi Suzumiya?

I ended up walking with Haruhi to the clubroom, even though I was invited to three parties.

…I actually WANTED to walk Haruhi there.

It felt odd.

Koizumi, Nagato, and Mikuru were already there. They had popped confetti in my face when I walked through the door as if I was getting married to Haruhi or something.

Haruhi smiled, twirled on her heel, and pointed out the window.

"This summer, the SOS Brigade will definitely have the best time of their lives!"

I half-grinned and shook my head. She looked like an excited five-year old.

After about 30 minutes of talking and having random fun, Haruhi decided we all deserved to have a little time off.

So for the first time in SOS Brigade history, the Ultra Director dismissed us early.

Nagato, Mikuru, and Koizumi all left, in said order.

And soon, as I had predicted, Haruhi and I were the last people there.

The sun was still shining bright outside since it was only… 2:00 in the afternoon. We had had early dismissal due to the fact it was summer, so the day was still quite young.

I turned to look at Haruhi from my seat.

She stood at the window, smiling, her eyes sparkling like diamonds and her smile as broad as it could be.

Suddenly, I felt my stomach grumble.

"…I'm hungry," I informed Haruhi.

…wait. I've seen this on TV before. OMG.

"…wanna go grab a snack?" I heard myself say.

Haruhi turned to me, and no matter how much she would probably deny it, she was swimming in a pool of bliss at that moment.

"…you're paying."

Okay, one fact about Haruhi is that she eats more than you'd ever know.

Who knew such a well-built, athletic, and according to popular culture, good-looking girl could eat four hamburgers and down 6 Cokes?

Well, being an average teenage guy, I ate 6 hamburgers, but that's beside the point.

Haruhi… was changing my perspective of people.

Like…. People aren't always what they seem.

I slouched down in the booth we were sitting at, too stuffed to even complain about the bill.

And Haruhi sat there, beaming at me.

Today was probably one of the greater days I've had with her.

"…so…" She said. "…is there anything you want to do?"

I looked at her, my eyebrows popping up.

Did she think this was a date or something?

Wait. IS THIS A DATE?

I had accidentally asked Haruhi Suzumiya on a date, and I didn't realize it!

My mouth gaped open.

"…well?" Haruhi asked.

"I don't know. Do you want to do anything?"

Haruhi thought for a second, and smirked even more.

"Dance Dance Revolution: Ultramix 2."

So here I am now, standing next to the Dance Dance Revolution: Ultramix 2 machine at the Rai-GoGo arcade. Strobe lights flashed everywhere, people shot down zombies, danced like maniacs, and gyrated on the dance floor.

But I wasn't looking around me.

I was… I was fascinated with the level of skill Haruhi had with the DDR machine.

She was playing Heavy mode, and she was playing the oldie but goodie MAX 300, which is rumored to give you seizures if you couldn't handle it.

I watched her, my mouth widening inch by inch at the sight of the numerous flashy arrows filling the screen.

Soon some guys came over and started watching too.

I stayed silent. I was too busy, intrigued, by the multicolored arrows filling the screen.

The way Haruhi moved with the music- every move, every little adjustment, was helping her get the perfect rhythm. Her green Converse slammed onto each arrow beneath her, every few inches affecting her accuracy.

Haruhi flew from arrow to arrow, stepped, turned, and jumped.

And for some reason, I found myself smiling at the sight.

Haruhi was enjoying dancing a lot. She was laughing, her hair bouncing up and down to the music, her arms swinging a little with the beat. I found myself tapping my foot.

Soon, the whole arcade had their eyes on Haruhi.

"Wow!" Someone yelled.

"That's amazing!" Another person called.

Soon, Haruhi was showered by compliments, and that, of course, was when the song ended.

Haruhi had broken the record score, missing one ONE arrow.

That's because, she forgot the last arrow, because she turned around to grin at me.

"Haruhi!" I found myself blurting, and her eyebrows tweaked up.

"What is it?" She asked.

"You missed the last arrow! You could've gotten the song perfect!" I said.

Haruhi shook her head and laughed heartily. "That's okay," She said, grinning.

Haruhi was okay… with missing out on something that could've been… HUGE, just because she got the look into my eyes?

And soon, I felt Haruhi's hand shoot out and pull me on the dance pad next to her.

"Wha-?" I found myself yelping, my brain screaming.

Haruhi smiled at me. "Let's boogie."

I shook my head furiously. "I can't dance, Haruhi. I can't."

Haruhi shook her head and laughed again. "Yes you can. You saw me doing it, and I'm sure you dance just as fine.

People around us whooped and cheered, and I eventually, against my will, agreed to dance with Haruhi.

She set our difficulty to Heavy, and my head spin.

I remember one time in the 8th grade, we were playing DDR, and I was on Light, but I did a split that could've well taken my manhood away from me.

And there I was, standing on a dance pad, all but ready to dance with Haruhi Suzumiya.

The song was upbeat, and it was nice and awesome.

I recognized it at once.

"That's…. that's God Knows by Aya Hirano!" I recognized.

Haruhi smiled at me, and she spoke.

It seems like slow motion now. All the cheering people around us seemed to blend into the background, as if they were silent.

"We can do this, Kyon."

And with that, I started dancing.

My legs seemed to move by their own will. My legs flew from arrow to arrow, the friction on the heels of my shoes almost irrelevant.

My arms, my head, my every body part, seemed to move with the music. It was insanely breathtaking.

And Haruhi, next to me, was pulling off incredible stunts like jumps, switches, turnarounds, splits, and spins.

And then it happened.

WATASHI, TSUITEIKU YO, DONNA TSURAI, SEKAI NO, YAMI NO NAKA DE SAE!

As if it were in slow motion, Haruhi and I jumped on cue, and switched dance pads.

It was… energizing. That one, sole moment when Haruhi and I jumped past each other, I felt her warm sweat on her arm brush against me.

And I felt myself dance even harder then.

I pulled off stunts I didn't even know I could. I even did a handstand and danced in that position for a while.

Even Haruhi seemed impressed.

After what seemed like dancing forever, I felt like gravity couldn't hold me.

And that's when that douche ruined it all.

One guy who was watching us smiled and yelled…

"That's a nice score you have there, man!" He yelled, laughing. "Your girl dances great, and she has one hot ass too!"

Everyone seemed to cheer in agreement.

I almost forgot about dancing for a second. I felt all of the eyes in the Arcade rest on me.

And that's when I ruined it all.

"She's my sister, retard."

That's when I felt my feet drop to the ground like rocks, and Haruhi had stopped dancing too.

My mouth couldn't open, and I couldn't find a way to move.

Haruhi slowly looked up at me, her eyes shiny, but not with cheerfulness.

They almost looked shiny with tears.

I bit my lip.

"Nice diss, man!" The guy laughed.

Haruhi scowled and punched the guy in the nose, sending him to the floor with a nosebleed.

The crowd gasped.

Haruhi turned on her heel and walked away, out of the Arcade.

And after a few seconds, I felt myself run after her.

When I opened the arcade entrance, I felt a raindrop land on my nose.

Haruhi was making it rain out of her… rage.

I saw her, running across the street.

And I ran after her.

She ran for blocks and blocks, and I followed without hesitation.

But soon, the crowds of people were so large that Haruhi soon became nothing but a green speck in the distance.

I pushed through the crowd, screaming "HARUHI!", but she ran faster than ever.

I pushed through the crowd more, feeling adrenaline pump into my system. Suddenly, I realized that Haruhi was directly in front of me.

The rain was soaking through my summer clothes, and it was blocking my sight. I couldn't see anything much, but Haruhi's criminating green cardigan shone like sunlight through the business men and women in black and white formals.

And I reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

She spun around, and I felt myself grab her other shoulder.

Haruhi's face was wet. I couldn't tell… if the drops on her face were raindrops… or teardrops.

"What the hell is it, Kyon?" She demanded.

"Why did you run, Haruhi?" I asked gently.

Haruhi looked down at her feet, stubbornly refusing to answer.

I felt that screaming, unspoken impulse.

Hug her, kiss her, you fool.

But I held her steady, my hands on her shoulders, trembling.

I can't.

What I did do, however, was pull her close and fix her hair, brushing the soft chocolate locks out of her eyes. Haruhi looked at me, blinking and blushing.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She whispered loudly.

And when we pulled away, the crowd had seemed to disappear, and then I realized we were standing on a crosswalk.

Cars beeped at us, and I embarrassedly took Haruhi's arm and dragged her dazed and confused figure to the other side of the road.

I had taken her to the Tea Shop we loved meeting at.

Haruhi was drinking a large taro bubble tea, her hair still soaking wet over her eyes (but not so much after I had fixed it).

"Haruhi…" I said. "Why'd you run?"

Haruhi looked at me for a while, and after a few seconds, she sighed and shrugged.

"I was having so much fun… I've never had so much fun with a guy in my life. All those boyfriends I've had… I could tell they all thought I was strange, or they got boring." Haruhi looked downward. "But you… you're the only guy who's made me feel so… unique, Kyon."

I stirred my coffee and glanced at my dripping reflection in it.

"And I felt myself… just look at you differently," Haruhi explained. "But when you… when you said I was your sister, I felt all those great emotions in me get put out like a flame."

I looked up at her, but Haruhi wasn't looking back.

"Now I know you only think of me as a sister, so…" Haruhi said, her voice trailing off. "I think it would so wrong to think of you the way I did. So… I'm sorry for making you worry."

I blinked. She sounded like a human being.

Haruhi sounded disappointed… because she thought that I thought of her as a sister.

I cursed all those stupid emotions in my head and all those butterflies in my stomach, and found myself telling her…

"Haruhi, you're not a sister to me. You're way, way more important than that."

Haruhi blinked and finally looked up at me, her golden eyes locking with my amber ones.

She realized the eagerness in her stare, and quickly corrected herself by crossing her arms, frowning, and closing her eyes.

"How do I know you're not just saying that?"

I rolled my eyes. I knew the correct answer to this.

"You're my Ultra Director, Haruhi."

Haruhi seemed to be contented with that answer.

And with that, Haruhi stood up with the bubble tea she had ordered, and slapped the bill on the table.

"I need to get going," She said, and walked away.

I blinked several times as I watched her walk out of the café.

But after several seconds, I found myself laughing.

When I finally left the café, I saw it.

Yellow and silver clouds, filling the sky.

The First Undeniable Truth Of Haruhi Suzumiya: When she's not happy, no one is…

…until I make it up, and she's back to normal (CRAZY!).

AN:

Wow… I loved writing this.

I personally am not that bad at DDR, but Haruhi and Kyon dancing together sounded pretty awesome, didn't it? XD

Anyways, the next chapter's coming up soon, and so is the next LLWS chapter.

Review, please!