~The Sixth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya~

AN:

Well, here is yet another chapter of our epic story! :D

~Shameless Self Promotion Time! Anyone who LOVES K-ON! Has to read this~!~

I have fallen deeply in love with K-ON!, and am now in the pre-planning stages of writing a new series about the story after K-ON! Called 'K-ON!: Revise!'

The fic will center mainly around Azusa, Ui, and Jun as they start the new Light Music Club in their senior year!

Join the three girls as they fly through strange but hilarious situations, such as…

…them finding the perfect, angelic voice they've been searching for in an emo chick…

…or Azusa finding her soul mate in a burger-flipping violin prodigy…

…or Ui finding her own match in the form of a strange senior boy with a bro-con complex…

…or Jun finding herself in a strange love triangle between her cat and Ton-Chan!

Look out for K-ON! Revise!

-ChromeHeartSoldier

That was the stupidest thing I had ever done in my whole life.

I sat in my bed, unmoving, as I stared at the blank white ceiling above. The once comforting beams of sunlight that shone through the blinds of my porch seemed like they were out to put me out of my misery.

I had just kissed Haruhi.

It was nothing like I had pictured it to be.

I always fantasized my first real kiss being the best thing that had ever happened to me, making me and the girl melt into a puddle of happiness.

I sat up and ran a hand through my wet hair, wet from either sweat or tears, as they poured hot and runny over my cheeks.

I just screwed up, big time, with the girl that meant the most to me.

I thought for a while.

That Masashi… he doesn't seem…. Right.

I stumbled out of bed and threw the special CD in my laptop again, and watched as the screen went black.

Nagato: I am here.

Could you… maybe… play some vids on how Masashi and Haruhi got to know each other?

There was no reply.

Suddenly, a video appeared on my screen.

It was of Haruhi, sitting and swiveling on her own computer chair, looking through her laptop looking bored.

I stared in confusion.

Then that sound that dings whenever you get an email sounded.

The camera view changed to one of a close up of her screen, in full HD. I leaned in and stared in fascination.

KamiKazeTaka is now online

HaruhisUzuMeA: ur online!

KamiKazeTaka: I promised, right?

HaruhisUzuMeA: lol XD

KamiKazeTaka: So… whaddaya want talk about?

HaruhisUzuMeA: IDK. How about… if you had an alter ego, what would his name be?

KamiKazeTaka: IDK… you start.

HaruhisUzuMeA: Um… Aya Hirano, mebbe. The name has a ring to it, you know? And Konata Izumi.

KamiKazeTaka: :)

HaruhisUzuMeA: Ur turn

KamiKazeTaka:…I'm gonna say John Smith.

I blinked. WHAT?

KamiKazeTaka: I dunno… always had a strange fascination with the name. It always pops up in my head.

HaruhisUzuMeA: Really? 'Cuz I could've sworn I just met a guy named John Smith…

KamiKazeTaka: Then there's something we have in common, eh? That guy and I must be pretty similar.

HaruhisUzuMeA: Now that I think about it… you are! Same hair, same eyes, but different ages and heights, of course. Do you have a brother? :D

KamiKazeTaka: Nah. I think I know who you might be talking about, but… no, we have nothing in common but our looks.

I leaned closer, staring at the screen in disbelief.

HaruhisUzuMeA: …whoa. Deep. Anyways, if you could ever see three things before you died, what would they be?

KamiKazeTaka: An esper, an alien, and a time traveler, in no particular order.

HaruhisUzuMeA: No way. Me too.

KamiKazeTaka: I think I've heard this before somewhere. :)

HaruhisUzuMeA: SO, Takachan… got any questions for me?

KamiKazeTaka: Why do you insist on calling me my dreaded nickname?

I shut my laptop then.

My stomach hurt. What the hell was that?

I stood up and took a deep breath, absolutely confused.

Masashi Takaou and I had so much alike, it was like…

…he was me.

Right then and there, my phone rang. I picked it up without evening looking at the ID.

"Come to my apartment now. We really need to talk. This is extremely urgent, beyond anything I have ever dealt with before."

I nodded as I spoke through the phone.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"The initial suspicion I had against Masashi Takaou was apparently a correct assumption," Nagato said, laying another stack of strange paperwork in front of me. "His vital signs, breathing patterns, and IQ are as normal as ever, only he's lived for three years only in this world."

I nodded, unsure of what to say. "What are you getting at?"

"We have reason to believe that Masashi Takaou is you, from a parallel universe."

That was way too much to take in.

"WHAT?"

"Kyon, his DNA and your DNA are exactly alike. They are immaculately the same." She paced towards another package of paperwork again, her figure wobbling.

She looked like she needed to sleep.

"Your outward physical appearances are also strikingly duplicate. I personally cannot believe the Data Through Thought Transmission Entity did not realize that Masashi Takaou was you."

"But… how is he me?" I asked, my heart racing.

"The 7th Dimension is basically the outcome of every possible choice we could ever make in life. Masashi came from a dimension, or parallel time, in which you never met Haruhi." She paused. "However, in the parallel time where he truly belongs and existed, technology was much more advanced due to the fact many scientists discovered new things in his universe."

"How many parallel times and universes are there?" I asked.

"Every choice every person makes on this planet affects the outcome of the planet's existence. Therefore, there will never be a world exactly like this one and never one like Masashi Takaou's."

"Can you please get to the point?"

"His civilization created technology that allows them to see into parallel universes and see their lives lived in a whole different way, or not lived at all. We do suspect the only activity they do not allow them to do with that technology was jump into a different universe and alter time."

"Masashi did that, didn't he?"

"Yes. He met Haruhi as 'Masashi Takaou' before the you, who was supposed to meet her in a specific place and time, could. He altered the way the world worked."

"Why would he do that?"

"I wouldn't know," Nagato said quietly.

"Yes, you do."

"That information is classified."

"Tell me something, Nagato."

I could've sworn she pursed her lip.

"What I can tell you is that if Masashi Takaou never disrupted the time channel and that you did indeed meet Haruhi as it was supposed to happen, there would be affection between you." She paused. "Affection that would last through the course of both your lives."

I nodded slowly. "So… Haruhi and I would've been together?"

"Yes. But Masashi Takaou, the extraneous factor, has somewhat taken that from you." She looked up at the ceiling. "He also changed Suzumiya Haruhi as well, making a negative impact in her life that caused her to regress from some progress she had made on becoming the key to autoevolution."

"So… he screwed everything up?" I asked, infuriated.

"Yes."

"…what should I do?"

Nagato stood up and looked down at me, her expressionless eyes staring right through.

"Listen very carefully."

I walked out of Nagato's apartment that evening, my fists balling up tighter and tighter with every step I took. Masashi had screwed my only chance with Haruhi up… just by being here.

I screwed me up.

I gritted my teeth, and once again, my walk erupted into a frenzied run, my head throbbing and my heart screaming something was happening, something terribly wrong.

Something I couldn't fix.

I felt my fingernails bite into my skin as my fists became even tighter.

"Haruhi… c'mon, don't you love me?"

The thought flew through me like a cold wind making my breath stop short.

I stopped running and fell to my knees, holding my head in my hands as it throbbed uncontrollably.

"Y-Yeah, but…"

"Just one night couldn't be so wrong, right?"

It was like a movie playing in my head. We were connected in a way I hadn't felt before, me and Masashi.

I was him. I could hear what he said and could almost see what he saw.

The image was no longer blurry inside my head.

It was an image of Haruhi laying on a messy bedspread, her eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight.

And then I realized why I needed to run.

"I-I don't think… we should… OH…!" She whispered.

"C'mon baby. Just once."

I was infuriated. This was damn wrong.

I ran and ran, the closer I got to Haruhi's house, the faster I ran.

"What's yours is mine, right?" He said, smiling knowingly.

I could even taste her raspberry lip gloss in the inside of my mouth. It was a twisted form of being connected with myself…

…I was horrible. Disgusting.

"Masashi… I really think we should wait."

"Isn't this why I freaking broke up with you? Because we had to wait then too?" He scowled.

Her eyes softened. Then they turned determined.

"That's true," She whispered.

I turned the corner to see Haruhi's house. I took a deep breath as I climbed over her metal fence and ran up her walkway.

Where would her room be? I scanned the house from top to bottom, my time getting shorter and shorter.

"I love you, Haruhi, and since you love me too, you should let me have your heart and your body."

"…I guess you're right."

I looked up.

The bastard hadn't even closed her curtains. I could see him, crouched over her in plain sight.

I was about to kill him.

It was then something in me happened.

Think about it, Kyon.

I looked around, my world suddenly white. I blinked and yelled.

"Who's there?"

Masashi popped into plain sight.

Before even saying a word, I rushed at him and swung a fist at him.

He disappeared again.

I grew up in my universe, unnoticed, without a voice to defend me.

I looked around myself, my eyes blurry with rage.

No one loved me.

Masashi appeared again, this time, standing on the air on top of me.

No matter how much technology I had or how advanced I was at school, all I wanted was someone… a girl, to love me and need me.

"So you stole Haruhi from me?" I spat.

I saw you, Kyon, in this alternate reality, in which you live every day in paradise without knowing it. He paused. She was yours for the taking. I was simply a nobody, with no one to love. I wanted to have what you had so easily in your grasp.

I am you, Kyon. I simply seized the opportunity.

He appeared on the floor in front on me again, a smirk on his face.

I win.

I gritted my teeth and rushed up to him.

"Damn you!"

I swung my fist.

He stared in confidence.

Just as I thought he was going to disappear again, I felt his cheek crack against my fist and heard his teeth chip and break.

How the hell…?

The world was normal again, all of a sudden.

"Masashi? Um… what happened?" Her voice asked, lined with strange concern. "You… like, blacked out."

"Nothing," He hissed.

I looked into that window again and saw Masashi close the curtain.

I gritted my teeth and refused to let him win.

Suddenly, my phone rang.

I picked it up, my eyes fixated upon Haruhi's window.

"Hello?"

"Check your pockets."

The monotone voice rang through my ears.

Nagato.

I dug through my hoodie and jeans pockets to find a wristband-shaped blue thing.

It had a gelatinous feel to it, like cool blue-raspberry Jello, sitting immaculately on my wrist.

"That is classified technology," Nagato whispered through the phone. "It is the highest of high tech equipment."

I nodded through the phone.

"What does it do, though?" I asked, rather impatient to break in to Haruhi's window.

"Squeeze it."

I did as I was told.

Suddenly, the blue substance started growing around my hand, then my arm, then my torso. I winced as the blue substance spread all over my body, covering it with a thin layer of soft, translucent blue.

"Jump."

I jumped.

I am about to tell you something absolutely real.

I am not BSing you.

I bounced 2 stories into the air.

I grabbed quickly at Haruhi's windowpane, almost dropping my phone in the process.

"You are wearing Exo-Skin. It increases all your physical ability and stamina." Nagato said through the phone.

There was silence as I found myself easily stuck onto Haruhi's window, comically resembling a gecko.

"Go beat Masashi up."

And then she hung up.

I blinked several times and hung up the phone, holding on with only one hand.

I needed to beat Masashi.

As I propped myself into a position in which I could break through Haruhi's window easily, I thought for a moment.

As I sucked in my cheeks and thought, I realized it wasn't Masashi I was fighting.

I was fighting myself.

I was fighting because I loved Haruhi, and I didn't deserve it.

Not yet.

The Sixth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya:

She has my heart in her hands.

AN:
Whoa, that flew by quickly! :D

Anyways, before I say anything else…

I just want to say when I watched this week's episode of Glee, I was so happy with it until Rachel did a cover of Paramore's The Only Exception.

I despise it. XO

If you agree, tell me so.

Anyways, don't forget to watch out for 'K-ON! Revise!', my story in the works! The next chapter'll have a preview! :D

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The Seventh Truth of Haruhi