~The Fourth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya~

AN:

Sorry for not updating in such a long time! T-T

Summer was a helluva lot busier than I expected. I did have a good one, though, volunteering at soup kitchens and VBS and such.

But whenever. Time for some TMOHS Kyon/Haruhi!

Well, I left off at a dramatic cliffhanger, so… here goes!

-ChromeHeartSoldier, Back in Action!

"…Takaou?" Haruhi said, her voice lined with disbelief.

"Haruhi, I'm sorry. I was so wrong." Takaou said, walking up closer to the doorstep. He held the bouquet in his arms tighter and tighter.

Haruhi stepped forward and her eyes watered.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.

"Hello, Masashi," I said, standing in front of Haruhi. "I've heard about you."

Takaou looked at me, his eyes skeptical. He smirked.

"Who're you?" He asked.

"I'm… Kyon," I replied hastily. "I'm Haruhi's friend." I paused, and then breathed: "I don't want you to hurt her again. I think you should leave."

"Kyon…" Haruhi whispered.

Takaou looked at me, his eyes glaring. "I made a huge mistake, leaving Haruhi." His voice seemed to crack. "I was so, so, wrong. She was my sunshine."

Haruhi started squeezing a chunk of my shirt.

"I just want the best for her," I said quietly. "That's what good friends are for, right?"

Takaou leaned in, so that only he and I could hear what he said.

"Didn't seem like you wanted just to be a 'good friend' and second ago."

I held my breath. That was true.

"It was an impulse," I hissed silently. "I wanted to make her feel better."

"Listen, buddy," Takaou said, sounding desperate. "I need Haruhi. I care about her. More than you'd understand."

I looked at his eyes. They were golden as Haruhi said, shining, in fact. And they were sincere looking.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

Takaou seemed to understand. I felt him push past me and hand Haruhi the bouquet of expensive-looking roses.

"I'm so, so, sorry…" He pleaded over, and over.

I didn't turn around to look. I couldn't. I felt like something was stabbing me in the chest, over and over and over.

I balled up my fist, took a deep breath, and said aloud:

"Bye Haruhi. Have fun."

And then I walked away, all the way home.

As I walked home, the sky started to clear up, and the sun started to shine.

As I walked, I tried to avoid the fact…

…that the clouds were starting to turn yellow, silver, and purple.

Lemme give you a detailed account of the first time I ever fell in love.

I the 2nd Grade, I was the tallest in my class. I was 4'2, which was pretty tall for a 2nd Grader, and boy, was I shy. Not only did I not talk to anyone, I also seemed to tower over everyone, which made it hard for anyone not to look up at me, there for eyes always were on me. I hated having eyes on me, always disbelieving or skeptical or sympathetic. I was always 'that tall kid, Kyon'. Until I met Akiko, or Aki-chan, that is.

Akiko was a transfer student from Okinawa. Her dad was a Japanese business man bent on leaving his old, crappy city life, and he ended up moving to bright and beautiful Okinawa. Her mom was Okinawan, a waitress at an old restaurant in the town Akiko's dad ended up in.

The met, fell in love, got married, and had Akiko, named after the beautiful Autumn day they were married. Akiko was definitely the name for this girl.

Her hair was a reddish-brown, like the leaves of trees in Fall, silky and beautiful. And her eyes… they were bouncy and hazel, rich and luscious in ways a 2nd Grader couldn't comprehend.

When I first saw Akiko as she introduced herself to the class, I was mesmerized. She was so pretty, in a way I never saw in any girl before. I was hooked. Addicted.

So, as we got into the 3rd Grade, I started writing her love letters. Corny poems and candy. That kind of stuff seemed to be my forte.

I would hide them in her desk and wait for her to open it and see. I'd always camouflage myself in the corner and peek as she read the poem and blush and smile. I was always flattered when I heard her talk to her friends, saying about how sweet the poems were and how she always wanted to meet who wrote them.

Now, I was Kyon, that tall kid. I was practically invisible. No one suspected it was me.

So, the class jerk, Kozu, seized the opportunity and claimed he wrote them.

Something in me died that day, seeing some… liar take Akiko away from me. She fell for him the second he said those words.

"I wrote those poems, Akiko!"

I hated seeing him walk around with her, boasting about his incredible poem-writing skills, and how everyone just sucked it in and praised him.

I got so sick of it to the point in which I wrote all of the poems on the whiteboard in front of everybody. Akiko always talked about the poems, but she never read them aloud or let anyone read them.

I proved that I was the poem writer that day, and everyone started shunning Kozu and Akiko started talking to me, and eventually, we started hanging out a lot, and I held her hand.

It was paradise.

Unfortunately, bliss never does last, because a few weeks later Akiko's grandmother got sick back in Okinawa, and her family wanted to move back there to take care of her.

I remember standing there in the hallway in front of her on the last day, and how we both stood there for a long time, not saying anything, just taking each other in.

When it was finally time for her to go, she kissed me on the cheek, her lips soft and sweet like marshmallows.

I never saw Akiko again. Man, it's been 7 years, but I still wonder.

Well, the point of me telling that story is this: Falling in love, and losing that person, hurts more than anything I could ever know. Breaking all the bones in my body would be nothing if it meant keeping the one I loved from leaving me.

I… I let Haruhi and Takaou reunite because of that.

I did it for Haruhi's heart.

I lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling.

I didn't get a phone call from her. I waited, and waited, but there was no call.

It was 12:23. I blinked and continued waiting.

You really are beautiful, Haruhi, both inside and out.

You made God smile truly for the first time in 3 years.

I wished she missed and kissed me on the lips.

She's my sister, retard.

You're the only guy who's made me feel so… unique, Kyon.

You're way more important than a sister, Haruhi. You're my Ultra Director.

You have a vibe.

What kind of vibe?

A uniquely normal vibe.

He's back. Masashi Takaou.

He thought I was too weird.

He was the first I loved.

I'm sorry, Haruhi.

She was my sunshine.

I did it for Haruhi's heart.

The events that took place… all of them… kept flying through my head. I had no idea why, but they did.

Each time, I saw Haruhi in a different way. I felt sort of… obsessive about it.

I eventually sat up, hobbled over to my desk, switched on the light, and started writing down what I learned about Haruhi.

It's amazing what one sleepless night can do to a person.

That next morning I was comatose, unable to walk, barely think.

4 Cups of Coffee, downed to no avail. My eyelids felt like 50 ton weights sat upon them.

Then I my phone rang.

I picked it up, blindly opening it.

"Herro?" I said, holding my breath.

Haruhi Haruhi Haruhi Haruhi

"Meet me at my apartment in 20 minutes, Kyon. We must discuss an urgent matter." The voice over the phone said.

Nagato. It was Nagato.

"I'll be there," I said quietly.

It wasn't like I had anything else to do anyway.

I stood outside Nagato's door, my foot tapping. Only then did I realize she said 'An Urgent Matter'. I nervously waited for the door to be answered, running a hand through my hair.

We must discuss an urgent matter.

The door opened, slowly.

"Hey, Nagato." I said, smiling anxiously.

"Kyon. Sit down at the table. I must attend to a vital business that must be settled now." Nagato said calmly, then walked away quickly. Very quickly.

I could've sworn I saw fear in her eyes.

I took off my shoes at the doorstep and walked in, looking around. To my surprise, the floor wasn't clean and prim and proper as I had last seen it. Stacks of papers lay on the floor in an orderly fashion, but it was hard navigating around them. The words on the papers weren't Japanese, they were unrecognizable. Numerous tools that looked like super large protractors and compasses were scattered all over the floor.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I did as instructed. As I sat at the table, I noticed a scrap of paper sitting next to me that had actual Japanese on it. I picked it up and read it.

Report 00105602

Subject stable. In good condition, calm and collected.

Made an acquaintance, seems to be interested in getting to know him better.

Report 00112475

Subject is spending more time with her new acquaintance. She seems to be genuinely interested in him.

[Subject's Emotion Levels analysis pending .Note sudden change in attitude.]

Report 00112560

[SUBJECT'S EMOTION ANALYSIS UNUSUAL. CHANGES IN HEARTBEAT RATE ARE FREQUENT.]

Data collected confirms the subject's said acquaintance's name is Masashi Takaou. Further investigation and data collecting is required for additional testing. No presumptions can be made.

Report 00112580

{SUBJECT'S CONDITION CANNOT BE CALCULATED EXACTLY. FREQUENT CHANGES IN HEARTBEAT AND BREATH PATTERNS MAKES THE SUBJECT'S TRUE EMOTIONS UNREADABLE. CODE PURPLE, FURTHER ANALYSIS IS REQUIRED FOR EXACT RESULTS.}

Request for further data collecting on Masashi Takaou pending.

Report 00112890

[Request for further analysis of Masashi Takaou Approved.]

It has been found that the subject's feelings have changed about the opposite sex. Past data concludes the subject once found the members of the male sex 'boring', but now she has taken an interest in Masashi Takaou.

Further investigation finds that the subject is becoming an insomniac.

SPECIAL REPORT 0003

[It has been confirmed that the subject has fallen in love. CODE RED.]

[A Timequake lasted for 5.5 seconds. Longest ever recorded.]

"The data on that sheet was recorded two years ago."

I looked up to see Nagato sitting across from me at the table.

"…so Haruhi's been observed like this for 3 years…" I said in disbelief. "…and it's only been 3 times in that year something notable happened before she met Masashi."

"Perhaps you should read this sheet as well," Nagato said in monotone, handing me a piece of paper.

SPECIAL REPORT 0004

[THE EARTH STOOD STILL FOR A MILLISECOND AFTER THE SUBJECT FIRST HUGGED MASASHI TAKAOU.]

SPECIAL REPORT 0016

{THE SUBJECT IS UNCONCIOUSLY MAKING PLANTS IN SOUTH AMERICA GROWER 6x FASTER THAN USUAL.}

SPECIAL REPORT 0058

[THE SUBJECT'S THOUGHTS ON HER FIRST KISS {that hasn't happened} HAS BEEN EFFECTING HER POTENTIAL OF BECOMING THE KEY TO AUTOEVOLUTION IN A POSITIVE MANNER.]

SPECIAL REPORT 00145

THE SUBJECT IS DATING MASASHI TAKAOU.

SPECIAL REPORT 10543

[ALERT! THE SUBJECT HAS BEEN DUMPED BY MASASHI TAKAOU.]

A BLACKHOLE IN THE OUTER REACHES OF THE MILKY WAY GREW A CENTIMETER CLOSER TO EARTH.

"If you read properly, you would have seen the rate of special reports rise by more than 1000x." Nagato said. "That data was all taken in one year."

"Holy crap," I whispered.

"The urgent matter I attended to earlier was sending another 200 Special Reports to the Data Transmission Through Thought Entity, each of which much more severe than the instances you just read about."

I blinked. "They all happened in one day?"

"No." Nagato said blankly. "One hour."

My mouth gaped opened.

"I called you here today to tell you I do not trust Masashi Takaou." She said straightforwardly. "And you should not as well."

My eyebrows rose. "Huh?"

"Masashi Takaou is not a regular individual. No analysis or data is needed to determine that." Nagato slid a portfolio towards me, with a picture of him clipped to the front. "I compiled a folder of strange things that have occurred through Masashi Takaou. I made it so that you can understand exactly what I mean."

"…have you found out… what is so strange about him?" I asked, curious.

"I have a lot of analysis to get through," Nagato said quietly. "All I ask is that you watch out for Haruhi Suzumiya. I need her safe for the Data Transmission Through Thought Entity, and… and for my own personal benefit."

"Safe?" I asked. "Are you implying that… Masashi's dangerous? Harmful?"

"Yes," Nagato said. "That is exactly what I am implying."

I clutched the portfolio of Masashi Takaou in its case as I walked home. All that Nagato had told me had just sunken in.

Takaou was dangerous.

As I walked further, the more my fist squeezed tighter. I was pissed.

He better not harm Haruhi.

I broke into a run then. I gritted my teeth.

It was my fault for letting him get to her. Dammit!

As I ran, I noticed the clouds in the sky were changing color. As I ran farther and faster, I saw that the number of colored clouds was rapidly increasing.

I can pinpoint Haruhi's location!

I followed the clouds until almost all of the ones in the sky were colored.

I was led to the Tea Shop downtown.

I felt adrenaline pump through my veins.

As I got closer and closer to the shop, I found myself angrier than I had ever been in my life. That… that bastard, Masashi, thought he could get away with whatever he was planning.

I burst through that door like there was no tomorrow. Like Masashi was already posed over Haruhi, ready to stab her heart with a dagger.

What I saw was nothing close.

They were in pre-kissing mode, both of them leaning in, eyes closed.

They pulled away when they realized I was there.

"…Kyon?" Haruhi said, her eyes widening.

I left then. It hurt too much.

I burst out of that shop, my heart pounding in my throat.

Masashi Takaou had given me a look deadlier and dirtier than a murderer.

But what hurt the most was that Haruhi was smiling in their pre-kissing state.

The Fourth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya…

…she once, really, truly, fell in love.

AN:

DUN DUN DUN~!

A new discovery! A challenger appears! Romance, drama, action, and suspense have made their way into our story!

What comes next for our hero, Kyon, and for our favorite Ultra Director Haruhi?

Will Kyon find out the truth about Masashi Takaou?

Will Haruhi realize the truth about her feelings?

Will I ever shut up? XD

Well, keep tuned for the next chapter!

[even though I did fail to update for 2 months. T-T]

Next Chapter:

The Fourth Truth of Haruhi