~The Second Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya~

AN:

I'm sorry it took such a long time to update. I lied. T-T

I was at a Youth Conference in Edmonton, Alberta, for Audacious 2010~! I got to see Thousand Foot Krutch and Skillet live!

Thank you for checking out the new chapter of my story!

I really appreciate that a lot of you guys are reviewing, and I'm grateful I can write for really nice people like you guys. :D

Anyways, before you read this chapter, I want you to picture this:

Haruhi crashing at Kyon's because of his awesome new air-con.

Well, this is the last sort of random chapter before the story really begins in chapter 3, so keep an eye out!

"You… have this vibe, Kyon," Haruhi informed me briskly, sitting next to me on my porch, stargazing with me one night.

"What kind of vibe?" I asked, staring at the numerous stars twinkling in the sky.

"A… uniquely normal vibe." Haruhi said. "You are as normal as people get, and I guess that makes you unique."

I looked at her. "I thought normal people were boring.

Haruhi laughed a little and shook her head. "Kyon, not all normal people are really normal to anyone but themselves. The world would be freaking boring without people like me and you."

Okay, you must be like, Kyon, what is going on here? Why is Haruhi at your house AT NIGHT?

Let me explain, dear reader. Let me show you… the Haruhi that I didn't know existed.

It was about 2 weeks into summer vacation, and it was HOT.

Mother Nature had lovingly given Japan a nice, hot and breezy summer, minus the breezy. It was excruciatingly painful to sit on my leather couch when the AC wasn't on.

But my dad had purchased an AC with a humidifier, which, in my opinion, was Heaven in a box. I actually felt great lying down on the leather couch. I was pleased with the cooling aura filling the room.

So I was lying on my couch shirtless, watching a rerun of an old show whose name I couldn't remember.

That's when I got the phone call.

I picked up my phone and sighed. I flipped it open.

"What is it, Haruhi?"

"Kyon," Haruhi murmured, sounding as if she was in pain. "It… is… so… HOT!"

"I don't feel it," I smirked happily.

"My parents are out of town," Haruhi moaned. "The AC just busted, and one electric fan isn't going to keep me cool for 3 days."

"What can I do about it?" I asked.

"Koizumi is out of town," Haruhi said, sounding kind of shy. "…and Yuki isn't home, and I don't know where Mikuru-chan lives."

My eyes widened. The space around me, the air, seemed compressed all of a sudden.

"So… you want to crash at my place?" I asked, feeling the strange words slip out of my mouth.

"No, I need to crash at your place." Haruhi corrected.

I sat up on the couch and ran a hand through my hair, feeling blush creep to my cheeks. "There is NO WAY IN HELL my parents would let a girl crash at my house with me."

That's when Dad popped in.

Dad wasn't… normal, like me. He's sort of like Haruhi- so spontaneous he could explode into marshmallows and whale blubber out of nowhere. He's so bubbly and old, I have no idea how a lawyer like Mom fell for him.

…well, she did, and she fell hard.

"Did I just hear my little Kyon wants to invite a GIRL over?" He asked cheerily, putting emphasis on the second to the last word.

"NO," I informed him briskly.

"Who was that?" Haruhi demanded through the phone.

"No one," I hissed, shooing my dad away. But he stuck like glue.

"It's Kyon's Dad!" Dad chanted loudly, enough for Haruhi to hear.

"Put your phone on speaker, Kyon." Haruhi ordered.

I sighed and pressed the speaker phone button, defeated. My Dad and Haruhi had taken sides against me.

"Hello there, Mr…" Haruhi began, but Dad cut her off.

"Call me Dad, young lady," Dad said goofily.

I could tell by the sound of his voice, he had taken immediate liking to Haruhi.

"Well, then, Dad!" Haruhi said. "My name is Haruhi Suzumiya, and I'm Kyon's Brigade Leader~!"

I could almost feel her victorious smile over the phone. I sighed and hung my head in my hands.

"Pardon?" Dad asked.

"I'm the leader of the club he attends afterschool," Haruhi said.

"Oh! That young lady!" My dad said, facing me and giving me a wink. "Now… what's the situation?"

"You see…" Haruhi said, her voice suddenly shifting paradigms to a weak, innocent one."My little AC system busted here at home, and my parents are out of town. I'm home alone, frying to death." She put on a little sniffle for show.

I rolled my eyes and shriveled up a little more inside.

"I asked Kyon if I could crash for a few days, but he savagely refused." Haruhi said, putting major emphasis on 'savagely'.

My Dad shot me a death glare.

"Well, of course you can stay over for a while, Haruhi!" Dad chirped.

I crawled into the fetal position.

"Great!" Haruhi said, cheery and victorious. "I'll be over right away!"

And with that, Haruhi hung up, and I was face to face with my Dad, who had a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"What?" I demanded.

"I think that it's time that you and I had a talk," He said, reaching out and holding my shoulder like a man.

I freaked out. "DAD!" I practically yelled. "Haruhi and I aren't like that!"

"Your sister's away at camp," Dad continued softly. "Your Mom and I are okay with it."

I put my hands into an X shape, blush creeping over every exposed piece of flesh on my body.

"All you need," Dad said, standing up and winking. "Is in the bathroom drawer."

I sat there, stunned, as my Dad walked away, smiling.

"I'm going to clear your sister's room for space for Haruhi-chan!" He said, smiling more.

Great. That was right next to my room.

I lay there on the couch for a while, thinking about the great burden that suddenly lay on my shoulders.

Haruhi… is crashing at my place!

I let it sink in.

Then the doorbell rang.

I yawned and stood up, stretching. I walked hazily to the door.

"What is it?" I asked when I opened it.

I had forgotten.

I thought it was probably a mailman, but no. It was Haruhi, standing before me, a purple and yellow sling bag over her shoulder. She stood there, blushing.

I had forgotten to put on a shirt.

"Um, hi!" I said, trying to sound natural.

"…hi…" Haruhi coughed.

This was all so awkward.

I quickly rushed in and pulled on my blue t-shirt, and quickly told Haruhi…

"…please come in. I'll be sure to keep my shirt on."

When Dad first saw Haruhi, he freaked out.

"You are very pretty!" He exclaimed, giving her a full body inspection.

"Thank you, Dad!" Haruhi said, her eyes trailing onto me, giving me a victorious gaze.

Dad gave me another wink, and I rolled my eyes.

"Do you want me to show you your room?" Dad asked, sounding like a bellboy.

"Sure!" Haruhi replied, her winning sneer and glances staring me down.

"Actually," Dad said, looking at me mischievously. "Kyon can bring you there."

I slapped my forehead.

How the hell was this guy my Dad!

"This is your room," I told Haruhi, leading her in gently by the arm.

I know this probably sounds pedophilic, but Haruhi's really soft.

"It's cute!" Haruhi exclaimed. She looked around and smiled.

"I want to sleep in that space by the window," She said, pointing at it.

I stood there, exasperated. "What? My Dad already cleared a space for your sleeping bag."

"DAD!" Haruhi said loudly. "Kyon's not being very hospitable!"

I freaked out. "Shhhh!" I hissed. "My Dad's going to skin me alive."

Haruhi smiled at me in victory. "Then do as I order."

I rolled my eyes and moved all of my sister's crap away from the window so Haruhi could sleep there.

It took about 30 minutes. Haruhi sat on my sister's bed like a princess.

When the task was finally done, Haruhi patted my head.

"Good Kyon," She said, smirking. "I think you should've taken your shirt off, though. It would've made watching you hotter." Haruhi said, sarcastically.

She didn't sound too sarcastic.

When Haruhi and I went downstairs, the most amazing smell filled my nostrils.

"Hey there, kids!" My Dad called, smiling even wider. "Since Kyon's Mom isn't home yet, I thought I'd make dinner!"

Unlike my mom, admittedly, Dad is a freaking good cook.

Sitting in front of me, on the counter, was a steaming hot plate of Korean BBQ Beef.

"You are freaking kidding me," Haruhi breathed. "I think I fell in love with your Dad."

"Don't say that," I said, annoyed.

That night, Haruhi, Dad, and I had a loud dinner of Korean BBQ Beef, Fried Rice, and of course, my dad's awesome classic steamed shrimp dumplings.

I hadn't had a better meal in YEARS. My Dad's true cooking potential had bloomed, simply because he had skewed visions in the future involving his son and a pretty young lady who was as strange as he was.

"This…" Haruhi gaped, taking another bite. "Is…" Chomp. "AMAZING!"

Dad seemed to float into nirvana, and I rolled my eyes and continued eating the admittedly best thing I had eaten at home.

By the time we had finished, Haruhi had demolished about half of what Dad cooked, leaving him like a blushing bride. He was so proud of nothing.

"Now Kyon," Dad said, giving me that perverted smile again. "Go and show Haruhi to the shower."

I bit my lip.

The shower… I had just remembered.

The shower door never stayed in place, so usually, we family members would keep it shut for one another by leaning on it. If we didn't, there was the risk of heavy glass smashing into the showering victim.

"How 'bout the furo tonight, Dad?" I asked, trying to avoid the touchy situation.

"Already filled it up, son." Dad said, smiling more.

I gritted my teeth. He had laid this whole thing down like a mastermind plan.

This was what he wanted to happen.

"Kyon," Haruhi said, climbing into the shower and closing the curtain shut. "Thanks for doing this."

"Whatever," I murmured.

She was in nothing but a towel. Me, I was in my boxers.

I leaned against the shower door, tapping my foot. I listened to the drumming of the water droplets. I listened to Haruhi hum 'Lost My Music', and I felt myself thinking.

After what felt like forever, the shower shut off.

I sighed and stopped leaning on the door, and opened it for her. I turned around and closed my eyes as instructed firmly.

As I heard Haruhi wrap her towel around herself, I bit my lip. This was really, really, awkward.

"Eek!"

I found myself turning around, concerned. Haruhi had screamed.

What had happened… was that her towel had dropped to her ankles.

I stood, wide-eyed, at the sight before me.

And, out of a strange, craving passion, I felt brave. I stepped closer to her… bare, natural form.

Haruhi was blushing on every square inch of her skin. I was too.

But… primal instinct led us to… kissing, of course.

After several minutes of pure, wet bliss, Haruhi peeled my soaking boxers off, and pressed my naked form against the furo, which was already filled with steamy water.

Oh, hell yeah.

I shivered at the thought of my Dad imagining such crap. I would never do that, and even if I did, Haruhi would kick my balls and scream her head off.

…or would she?

I have a pink slap mark on my cheek.

This is what REALLY happened in the bathroom with Haruhi.

I had done the first part of closing the door for her perfectly, not peeking or anything.

The second part was greatly changed.

"Eek!"

I turned around, alerted.

Haruhi's towel hadn't fallen completely, but it had rolled halfway down her chest. I didn't see her boobs, thank kami, but I did see that mad amount of cleavage for the first time.

"Wha…" I wheezed, quickly blushing and turning around.

Haruhi was totally, utterly enraged.

"PERVERT!"

So here I am now with the slap mark.

"Stargazing," My Dad insisted. "It's romantic and fun. She'll love it."

"Bite me." I replied, pressing the ice pack to my cheek.

So this was why my Dad called me downstairs for a 'secret meeting'.

"They say there is going to be a meteor shower tonight," Dad continued. "It's nowhere near New Years, and it's the first shower in 34 years."

I blinked. "Wow."

Dad smiled and patted my head. "Son, this is the chance of a lifetime, or rather, 40 years. I want you to drag that Haruhi out there on your porch and show her that shower."

"And if I don't?" I asked.

"Consider your ass kicked and your allowance gone forever," Dad replied simply.

So here I am now, sitting on my porch with Haruhi Suzumiya, gazing at the stars.

The shower was going to start in two minutes, and I was pretty excited.

"The world would be boring without people like you and me," Haruhi said, gazing out into the sky.

I looked at her truly for the first time that night.

Haruhi was in a simple white t-shirt, blue, pink and white checkered shorts, and she had a pair of pink flip flops.

She looked so much like a girl.

"I told you," I insisted. "There's nothing strange with being normal."

Haruhi looked at me and punched me in the shoulder hard.

"I'm trying to compliment you, douche." She hissed. "I'll try not to next time.'

I sat for a moment, then started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Haruhi demanded.

"If you want to compliment me," I told her, gazing at the first meteor trailing the sky. "You could say something nice about me."

Haruhi bit her lip and fumed. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and sighed.

"…I like your shirt."

I was wearing an old, worn out puke green shirt.

"…okay," I murmured. "Something that you aren't being sarcastic with."

Haruhi took a deep breath and sighed.

"…I think your hair is… beautiful. When I see it in the sunlight, the little strands clumped together look sharp but soft, like if you touched it with your finger you'd cut yourself."

I was totally unprepared to hear that.

"…thank you?" I blurted.

Haruhi turned away so I couldn't see her face. I could tell she was blushing and biting her lip though.

"I still like your hair in a ponytail," I told her.

Oh. Crap.

I had made her recall our little 'accident' in her huge blast of closed space.

And I'm pretty sure I made her remember our little 'accident' right outside her house.

I was waiting for the hit. I bit my tongue and closed my eyes, waiting for impact.

"…okay," Haruhi said quietly, reaching into her pocket.

She pulled out a hair tie. She tied her hair up into a ponytail.

Just like that.

There was silence.

The stars fell, leaving traces of stardust like wispy smoke behind them.

I looked up at those stars, feeling the night's cool breeze against my flesh.

"Make a wish, Kyon."

I looked at Haruhi.

Her eyes were closed, as if she wanted to absorb the moment fully. She had a small, unsure smile on her face.

She was wishing.

I did the same.

Nothing else really happened that night.

After the shower ended, Haruhi and I said careless goodnights, and piled into our separate rooms.

I lay awake at night, thinking about that wish I had the audacity to hope for.

"GOOD MORNING!" Dad yelled at the table that morning.

Haruhi and I were still partially comatose, moaning as we sat in our disheveled clothes at the table. Dad believed that waking up early was a great part of life, so you could inhale the fresh cool air, and hear the birds chirping.

"G'morning," Haruhi drabbled. She tried to drink her cup of coffee, but some of it dribbled onto her chin.

There was a lot of awkward silence.

"So…" Dad said, attempting to start conversation. "How was last night?"

Haruhi spit out a little coffee into her napkin. I almost choked on my cereal.

Screw you, Dad.

"Fine," Haruhi murmured.

Dad winked at me, and I felt the sudden urge to kick him in the nuts.

"Can I be excused?" I asked, standing up without my Dad answering.

I left the table, feeling kind of weary.

I couldn't, possibly be disappointed nothing happened.

Nothing happened. Nothing happened. Nothing happened.

It was driving me crazy. It was hot again that day, so I sat my ass on the leather couch, peeled off my shirt, and lay there, thinking.

That's when Haruhi's head popped into my view.

"I'm sorry for barging in like this," She said, sounding unsure. "But… I hope this'll make you better."

She planted a quick one on my forehead and pursed her lips.

I felt Haruhi's cool sweat on my chin, and smelled the trace of raspberry lip gloss she left behind.

I felt the cool, sugary lips then rest on my cheek, not pulling away for what felt like forever.

I felt my arms reach up and hold her slightly closer.

After she pulled away, my arms sunk to their sides again, my heart thumping faster than ever.

"Um… feel better soon." Haruhi blurted, scurrying away.

I lay there for a while; my eyes wide open with shock.

That was so uncalled for, so random, so… sweet.

It was a uncalled for act of random kindness towards a person she cared about.

Then I laughed.

My wish came true.

The Second Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya:

Say what you will, but she's still a girl.

AN:

This was really fun to write. I wanted to make Kyon's dad sort of like Isshin Kurosaki of Bleach: That crazy-assed dad.

Anyway, I'll be updating again soon~!

This next chapter kicks off everything, so keep tuned! ^^