~The Fifth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya~

Also Known As

~To Love and To Be Broken~

AN:

Jeez, I'm so busy… T-T

I just wrote my final chapter of my story Life Lessons With the Strawberry (An IchiRuki Bleach Fic!), which had a total of 33 PAGES. GAH!

Sorry if this update was late too, but now it is my main priority. I will update this above all! ;D

Anyways, I dunno if you can relate, but…

…the second title of this story is something that I think a lot of people can say happened to them. : (

To the story!

-ChromeHeartSoldiers

I lay in bed that evening, my heart beating fast. I stared at my white ceiling, thinking and thinking and thinking about absolutely nothing, because there was nothing I could truly think of that didn't make me hurt inside. My throat was absolutely dry, and I was pretty sure I was pale. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to breathe.

The night buzzed on, cars rushing by my house at over 90 miles an hour, cats meowing and dogs barking into the pale, night sky, at the silk white moon.

I stood up from bed and walked past my desk, which had the unopened portfolio on Masashi Takaou. I simply couldn't bring myself to open it.

I licked my dry lips and walked out onto my room's balcony. I hadn't been out there for a while.

Stars dotted the dark blue sky, which faded into orange, than yellow. The busy lights of Tokyo were still on, and they would remain on. Tokyo lights always looked like a lot of stars on the ground at night.

You have this… vibe, Kyon.

I blinked and tried to shake the thought of Haruhi's voice out of my head.

I failed. Thoughts of her filled my head.

The little kisses she had given me… the one I had almost given her…

My head started spinning. When I thought of those memories before, they seemed warm.

Now… now I felt pale and cold when I thought of them.

She never called anymore. She never called.

I always kept my phone near me, waiting… longing, to hear her preppy, cheery voice over the phone.

…what the hell is going on with me?

I mean, they are just stupid phone calls. I could call her if I wanted.

…but that's not the way things work.

I sighed and stepped back into my room, pushing every thought of Haruhi out of my head.

That's when the stone hit me.

No, not metaphorically speaking, literally speaking.

It hit the back of my head, knocking me over to the right, straight into the balcony door.

I bumped into that and fell backwards off of the railing and into the tree in my backyard, luckily falling onto a thick branch with my back. I rolled over to the left and grabbed another branch, landing on my feet on the roof of my old tree house, avoiding plummeting a good two stories to the ground.

What I saw beneath the tree was a very shocked and flustered looking Mikuru Asashina.

"Oh goodness, Kyon-kun…" Asahina gushed, flustered. "I only threw the stone to get your attention. I really didn't mean to hit you off your balcony."

"It's okay…" I mumbled, leaning back onto the tree, an icepack pressed against the back of my head. "Really, it's fine."

Asahina nodded anxiously and sat down in front of me.

"Kyon-kun, we need to talk about something…" She said, trailing off. "Or rather, someone."

I nodded, taking an educated guess.

"What do you need to tell me about Masashi Takaou?"

"So you know," She breathed.

"…not… really."

Asahina nodded, thinking.

"Masashi Takaou… is not your average teenager," She began. "His…. Genetic structure has been studied, and it has been confirmed… although his IQ level and body structure and hormone levels have said he's a real human… he is only 3 years old."

I held my breath.

"Exactly… 3?"

"The year the world was born."

I blinked. I still didn't believe the whole 'The World was Born 3 Years Ago' crap, but this got me thinking.

"So… he unlocked Haruhi's potential?"

Asahina shook her head super duper fast, making herself look cute. Or cuter.

"Not at all," She said. "You did that."

"What?"

She gasped. "Um, I mean…" She paused. "Um, that information was classified… how did I blurt it out?"

Asahina looked around her, panicked. I tried to calm her down.

"Don't worry about it…" I mumbled, still flustered.

"No!" She insisted. "Something's wrong. I can't just… just say classified information like that? What on Earth could've caused me to?"

A pause.

"Haruhi's… will?" I offered.

"…that's it," She whispered. "It's her will."

And with that, she muttered 'Goodbye', and walked away.

First Haruhi, then Nagato, and now Asahina. Why is everyone acting so strange?

I stared at the portfolio on my desk for a moment, and then opened it.

There was a stack of papers with a picture of him on the front.

Perfect eyes, perfect teeth, perfect hair.

Perfect stranger.

I clenched my free hand into a tight, unforgiving fist. At the side of the pile was an unlabeled CD. I blinked several times as I stared at the CD. Something… something was telling me I had to use it before reading anything.

I pulled my laptop out from underneath my desk and put the CD in it.

I need to learn everything possible about Masashi Takaou.

My screen went black.

And then a message popped up.

Nagato: You Opened It.

I took a deep breath.

Is… this some kind of chat room?

Nagato: It is much more than a simple chat room.

So… what is this CD for?

Nagato: Watch this.

Clips of Masashi and Haruhi together flashed across the screen, Nagato's white letters shining underneath them.

This clip was when Haruhi first saw him.

The clip resembled a fully-colored, HD security camera poised in the corner of whatever room Haruhi was standing in. Suddenly, the view switched jerkily into a view of Haruhi's head. I looked in wonder as Haruhi walked, the camera continuing to shoot her every move, moving backwards as she moved forward.

Haruhi walked into a classroom, looking pretty bummed.

I recognize that uniform, I typed. That's her junior high uniform.

She sat down in a chair square in the middle of the room, glancing at nothing in particular. Her bright golden eyes squinted boredly at the empty chalkboard at the edge of the room.

Suddenly, the camera view switched again, showing what the world looked like from where Haruhi was sitting. And he popped into view. He innocently sat in the desk in front of her.

After a few minutes of silence, Masashi turned around.

"Hi," He said smiling. "My name is Masashi Takaou."

I was impressed. She didn't cut him off.

"Small talk is a waste of my time," Haruhi replied, smirking.

This seems very familiar.

Nagato: It is.

The camera view switched again, this time to a view of Haruhi and Masashi talking from the side.

"Well, I happen to enjoy small talk, so I will proceed," Masashi answered simply.

Haruhi blinked several times.

Suddenly, the clip seemed to stop there in my head. Well, the audio at least.

All I could see was Masashi and Haruhi talking and laughing with each other, no words coming out of their mouths.

I could see Haruhi's eyes shine boldly, wonderfully, as she met someone who decided he'd 'defy the gods'.

It kind of hurts, watching this.

Nagato: I'd expect so.

Suddenly, the camera view switched to a view of Haruhi's face again, this time, close up.

She eyes sparkled genuinely and her lips moved into a shy smile. Her cheeks were dotted with pink.

It paused there.

Nagato: Remember that look, Kyon.

Suddenly, the clip changed.

It was familiar…

It was Haruhi and I, sitting in class, unknowing of the fateful events about to unroll.

"Kyon, hold my shirt?"

"Sure."

My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I watched Haruhi tap my back.

"Damn, Haruhi. You look beautiful."

The rest was a blur.

The laughter, the torture, the humiliation. I watched as Haruhi quickly pulled her hair out of the ponytail and watched as she turned to look out the window.

Then the camera changed view to Haruhi's face…

…which bore the EXACT SAME SMILE she had given Masashi when they first met.

I blinked.

I don't understand.

Nagato: Suzumiya Haruhi cares about you more than you know, Kyon.

But… but she chose him.

Nagato: Did she?

I thought for a moment.

The clip in which Masashi asked Haruhi out flashed on the screen.

Words slipped out of his mouth as he nervously spoke, looking down. Haruhi threw her arms around him and hugged him close.

Nagato: Did she really choose him? Or did he choose her?

I looked out my porch door, into the dark night sky.

I guess… he really did choose her.

Nagato: Maybe Haruhi chose him because he decided to choose her.

That's a valid point how?

Nagato: What if Haruhi… chose you, and you simply didn't say anything?

The night fell silent. The world stood still.

Nagato: Kyon, the truth about Masashi Takaou has yet to be revealed, but I want to tell you this: If you choose Haruhi too, maybe things will change.

What?

Nagato: Good Night.

I didn't get any sleep that evening. Thoughts of Haruhi simply overwhelmed me, my heart swelling in my chest.

Okay, what the hell is going on with me?

I didn't have the heart to pick up the rest of the sheets of info about Masashi and actually READ THEM. My heart beat faster and harder and all these freaking CONFUSING emotions poured into my frail, already-beat-up body.

I had a headache, heartache, a swollen ankle, and a bruised back all at the same time.

I woke up at 3:32 in the afternoon. My back hurt so much that I can't describe it in words, and my ankle had swollen to the size of a small orange. I desperately needed a Tylenol. And maybe some Valium.

I hobbled downstairs, needing a very-much needed cup of my lil' sis's green tea.

And who do I see on the couch in our living room?

Masashi Takaou and Haruhi, his arm over her shoulders, my own Dad entertaining them with tea.

I blinked several times and almost tripped down the stairs. My heart stopped beating that second, throwing me off completely. I ended up almost losing my balance, grabbing the staircase railing as support, and accidentally hitting my elbow on the wall next to the staircase in the middle of that all.

"…Kyon?"

Her voice was cheery and giggly. I bit my tongue and tried to balance myself properly.

Dammit, Kyon! What the HELL are you doing?

I finally balanced myself and walked/hobbled through the kitchen door next to the living room, motioning for my Dad to follow me, which he so graciously did.

"What's up, Son?" He asked, a smile spreading across his face. "Your friends came over about 10 minutes ago, wanting to speak with you. I just wanted to be hospitable."

I smiled back and opened my mouth, spewing out the gentlest words in the softest tone I could use to express my emotions regarding the fact HE LET MASASHI AND HARUHI IN.

"Whoa, Son!" Dad said, sweat-dropping. "Jeez, tone down a little we have company." He paused. "And where did you learn to swear like that?"

I steamed at him, rage filling my veins.

"All you need to know, Dad, is that I. DON'T. LIKE. MASASHI. PERIOD."

My Dad blinked.

There was silence.

"No, Kyon." My Dad said finally. "You don't like Masashi with Haruhi."

I took a deep breath and walked into the living room, staring at my swollen ankle instead of at them.

Was my Dad right? Dear God, is he ever right?

"Kyon, Haruhi said she wanted to visit, 'cuz she said she hasn't really talked to you in a while," Masashi said, staring right on through me, with his strange, golden eyes.

I nodded, unable to say anything in particular.

"So, I walked her here and all… but I need to take off," He continued. "I have a part time job. So… you take care, okay?"

His stare seemed pierce me then, like he stabbed me with a knife. His eyebrows furrowed and it was painfully obvious he didn't like me.

I half-smiled. The feeling was mutual.

And with that, Masashi walked out of the house, his cold stare still fresh in my head.

"Omigod, Kyon!" Haruhi squealed. "What the HELL happened to your FREAKING ANKLE?"

Haruhi had insisted on nursing my poor ankle, which left me alone in the bathroom with her.

"Haruhi," I moaned. "Applying that ointment crap won't do anything. It's already swollen as big as half my fist."

"I know what I'm doing," Haruhi said firmly, rubbing the minty-smelling ointment on the swollen bump.

It was surprising how delicate her touch was, gentle, yet firm. She made sure she got the job done right, but she tried her best to make sure I didn't feel any pain.

Haruhi dug through the random cabinets in my bathroom drawer as I lay back in the seat she had propped for me.

We haven't really even talked to each other. I'm playing patient and she's playing nurse.

I heard Haruhi gasp.

"What happened?" I asked, about ready to jump off my chair and protect her.

"Jeez, Kyon…" She mumbled, blushing. "Your parents have no freaking shame, do they?"

I looked over her head to see what she was talking about.

There were THREE MEGA-PAKS. THREE MEGA-PAKS OF CONDOMS. One box was filled with different flavored and scented condoms, one box was fill with the ultra-lubricated kind, and the last box was the 'skin-less amazing pleasure' kind.

My Dad's words echoed in my head, making me sick in the pit of my stomach.

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

I almost fainted.

Haruhi shut the cabinet door, a roll of gauze in her hand.

Blush still covered her face. Blush still covered mine.

There was an awkward silence.

"Well, at least your parents love each other…" Haruhi said, starting to unroll the gauze.

I nodded. "I sometimes think they do a little bit too much."

"My parents divorced when I was 7," Haruhi said quietly.

The room fell quiet, all silent except for the sound of Haruhi snipping away at the gauze.

"My Dad was a doctor," She said, taking the strip of gauze and wrapping it tightly against my ankle, making me wince. "He always took care of me well, he always cleaned my cuts up, put bandages on them, and kissed them with a smile."

Haruhi took one of the little metal pins used to wrap gauze and hooked it in, securing the strange makeshift cast she was making for me.

"My parents used to fight a lot," She recalled. "I remember my Dad storming out of the house one day with his work briefcase. He kissed me firmly on the forehead and ran his fingers through my hair. I will never forget what he said." She paused, taking a needed deep breath. "I love you, Haruhi, but I'm not sure if I still love your mother."

Her cheeks turned red and her eyes turned glassy.

"I guess… I guess, I decided that if I ever thought that I truly, honestly fell in love, I would never leave that person."

Her tears stubbornly stayed in as Haruhi stared biting her lip. After a split second of strange indecision, I reached out and held her close, letting her breathe deeply into my shirt.

"That's why Masashi's asking me… He's asking me if I could stop seeing you."

I blinked. "Huh?"

"Kyon, you mean a lot to me, but…" Haruhi's voice trailed off. "I… I think I love Masashi. He told me the other day that he loved me, so my head's sort of in a spin."

She pulled away, leaving my body feeling really, really cold without her pressed against me.

"I hope you understand."

I was crushed. I didn't understand.

I would never, ever understand.

"Masashi doesn't think its right for me to see you the way I do, well, because…" She paused. "We're dating, and the only guy I should get to be alone with is him."

I nodded. I had nothing to say.

Haruhi walked up to me and planted a cold, teary kiss on my cheek. I felt something strange in me… some sort of impulse, fill me up like adrenaline.

I pulled her in and kissed her.

It felt… wrong.

I pulled away. Haruhi's eyes were wide open.

I was afraid I saw disgust in her eyes.

I backed away slowly, feeling really, really, guilty all of a sudden. All the color had been drained from my cheeks, and so from hers.

"I'm really, really sorry, Haruhi… I didn't know wha-"

She walked away, down the stairs, and out of the house, closing the door loudly behind her.

I was left sitting on the toilet, my head in my hands.

What have I done?

The Fifth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya:

…she would never betray someone she cares about.

AN:

Man, this story is sounding more and more 'True Will of the Heart'-esque each time I write it… T_T'

Well, that story was pretty popular, but I hope this one will do even better! XD

Sorry if I fail updating, but life seems to be so much freaking busier than last year. So please forgive any late update days.

And readers… DUN DUN DUN~!

If you love K-ON, and you want a FanFic regarding the after story in which Azusa, Jun, and Ui start the new Light Music Club, please say so in your review! :D

…I just might make that happen! E:

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The Sixth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya