~The Seventh Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya~

Otherwise known as

~Epic Battle for the Girl!~

Before I start anything, I would like to share an experience I had last week.

Wednesday, October 13th, was 'Hug-An-Asian' day.

I was assaulted. Downright trampled. XD

Anyways, this chappie's definitely epic. Trust meh.

This story now has drama, romance, sci-fi, and action, out of nowhere. XD

Please enjoy the EPICNESS!

[And mebbe read the clip of 'K-ON! Revise!' if you are interested!]

-ChromeHeartSoldier

Have you ever, unintentionally or not, gotten into an all-out fistfight with a guy (who happens to be you from another dimension) who happened to steal the girl meant for you (touché) in her house?

No? Wow, didn't think so.

I was lying on the bottom of Haruhi's house's staircase, my head spinning, warm blood spilling out of my mouth and nose, staining my cheek. I tried to get up, but then I felt HIS foot press into my exposed cheek, stepping on my head.

I tried to squeeze the Exo-Skin bracelet on my wrist, but he was stepping too hard for me to even breathe straight.

Oh! Wait!

I forgot to fill in the middle details, didn't I?

Whoops, sorry 'bout that. I guess I sort of forgot to…

…because I sort of was beaten up so hard I almost forgot who I was.

I broke through Haruhi's window, feeling the broken shards of glass bounce off my seemingly impenetrable Exo-Skin. White curtains swallowed me, and I emerged into a room covered with so much color it hurt to keep my eyes open. I blinked as I saw Masashi's body rested over Haruhi's, in a fashion I had hoped I would never have to see them in.

"What the hell-?" Masashi said, his eyes widening.

Haruhi, who lay beneath him, was obviously shocked, too. The only difference was, it looked as if Masashi had forced her shirt off, leaving her lying, exposed on her bed, her only armor defending her torso being her white bra with green polka dots.

My eyes softened.

I landed on both my feet, staring Masashi down.

"Get off of her, you bastard."

Masashi's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, he pressed a fist into Haruhi's stomach. He was wearing a strange looking ring.

Haruhi's eyes blanked and she fell unconscious.

"What…?" I stammered. "What did you just do to her?"

"You're wearing an Exo-Skin," Masashi whistled, standing up from the bed. "Impressive. I didn't think that that technology was invented here yet." He adjusted the ring on his finger.

I got my fists up. "Shut up."

Masashi shrugged. "Heh. An Exo-Skin."

Out of nowhere, I felt his fist connect with my stomach, sending me flying through Haruhi's open door.

I quickly flipped over and landed on my hands, the Exo-Skin keeping me upright.

Masashi stepped out of the doorway, looking uninterested. I ran at him in rage and swung my fist into his face.

I felt something like electrical shocks ripple through my body, only the pain was something way worse than getting shocked. It feels like a million little demons stabbing you with electric pitchforks, and they drag their pitchforks through your skin like its grass.

I howled in pain and fell backwards, feeling absolutely horrible.

"This is a DB1268 Model Armor Ring," Masashi said, pointing to the ring he had knocked Haruhi out with. "It is powered by my thoughts. I used a very low setting on the 'Stun' option on my ring to knock Haruhi out painlessly." He grinned to himself. "You just felt the level 4 out of 10 stun option."

I couldn't gather my thoughts or breath. The pain ran through my body, leaving me very disoriented.

"Exo-Skins are inferior where I came from," Masashi said, kneeing my stomach.

It literally sent me flying into Haruhi's ceiling, which was apparently made of concrete and wood.

My head hit the supports and I felt a sharp pain run from my head to my toes. I screamed.

I fell to the ground, my body so beaten it was amazing I was still conscious.

Masashi stood over me, his grin and eyes scaring me.

How the HELL was he me?

"Exo-Skins are weak to defend and are too easy to disable."

He was right. I felt the cool, gelatinous Exo-Skin melt off my body.

To my horror, I was lying right at the top of the steps.

"Oh… shit…" I managed to moan through my raspy breaths.

Masashi simply smiled and kicked my limp body down the stairs.

So here we are again, looking at me, bleeding on the floor, basking in my EPIC FAIL HARUHI RESCUE ATTEMPT.

It only took Masashi about a minute to beat the living shit out of me. My eyes were beginning to cloud with blood.

This is great, I thought.

Suddenly, I felt the force of his foot on my cheek soften a little.

"What… what the…"

I looked up at him, straining my eyes.

A red gelatin-like substance was quickly spreading around his body.

It smelled like… fire.

He fell backwards, leaving me totally free.

I pulled myself up as fast as possible (It took maybe 8 seconds to get my head upright), staring as the horrible blood red stuff spread around his arm.

"Dammit!" Masashi cursed. "Your suit was a damn Leech Suit! It's not an Exo-Skin!"

I totally didn't get it until I thought about it.

I couldn't have sat up without that unexpected energy running through my body. It was the leech suit, sucking in Masashi's power into me.

I could even feel the crack in my head and the cuts on my body repair themselves. It was awfully ticklish.

I felt myself lift my fist.

I slammed it into Masashi's face, watching as his nose and teeth scrunched underneath my fist.

I felt… amazing.

I pounced over him and slammed into his face again and again, watching the red gelatinous substance cover his body more, watching the blood trickle down his face through his nose and mouth.

Then it hit me.

You're no better than him.

I backed off quickly, standing up as if he had the plague.

"…that was… that was…" Masashi muttered, his eyes struggling to stay open.

"That was what?" I asked, clenching my fists again.

"…a very bad idea."

Before I could even blink, I was flying out a window, Masashi's body over mine, his grip on my throat stronger than anything I could've imagined.

"Masashi appeared in this world three years ago to this day," Nagato said, pointing out her window at a particularly bright star. "That star is actually the portal he appeared through."

I blinked as I stared at it. "It's… just there?"

Nagato shook her head. "Once every three years Masashi's universe opens that portal into this world. This is your last chance to get him there. It closes at exactly 12:00 AM."

The star seemed to be in the center of the whole town, directly above Mashisanzu Building, the tallest building in town.

"It has to be at least 50 stories in the air!"

"You will get him up on the roof of the Mashisanzu Building, and you will know what to do."

I connected my knee into a red-gelatin covered spot in his body, realizing those spots where his weak spots.

However, Masashi's grip on my throat did not weaken at all. He held steadfast, the grip getting even tighter.

He slammed me onto the road, the concrete hurting my back in ways words cannot describe. He then picked me up from the shirttail and threw me into a brick wall, ripples of pure pain waving across my back.

I landed with a thud.

I could feel weak amounts of energy being sucked into my body through Masashi, but I could also see him ripping off handfuls of the red gelatin stuff as it spread around his body.

Suddenly, I felt my phone ring.

It was a wonder that it hadn't fallen out with all that had happened.

I reached shakily into my pocket, making sure that Masashi wasn't watching.

Not to my surprise, it was a text from Nagato.

TO: KYON

FR: NAGATO

TAP THE TOES OF YOUR SHOES

CLICK YOUR HEELS TOGETHER

THROW THIS PHONE DOWN SO THAT IT BREAKS ONLY WHEN YOU TRULY NEED IT

CINDERELLA

I was still in wonder at the fact that Nagato could somehow pimp up my shoes and phone without my knowing. I had them with me every day, almost all the time.

Cinderella.

I gulped and sighed.

I hastily stuffed my phone back into my pocket and tapped the toes of both my shoes.

To my surprise, my feet disappeared for a second. I freaked out.

And then in place of my two year old Converse appeared a pair of boots that were constructed out of metal and chrome. They looked very futuristic.

I stood up shakily, looking at Masashi. He still struggled to defeat the red gelatin.

I clicked my heels together.

Suddenly, we were in the sky, about 40 yards from the Mashisanzu Building. My boots had shot rockets like that of Astroboy's.

Masashi slammed his knee into my stomach, I punched his face.

Just as I was thinking I was winning again, Masashi tapped his wristwatch on his other wrist.

What appeared was a gun forming around his arm, like that of Mega-Man's.

He shot me straight into the radio tower of the Mashisanzu Buidling.

The Mashisanzu Building: A shut down radio tower that had been the home of 50 years of radio entertainment for the inhabitants of town.

The home of the largest disappearance of people, mainly talk show hosts, in 150 years.

The building had untold secrets, hidden within the cracks of its weakening brick walls.

I hit the cold metal with a clang. I swore my eyes almost popped out of my head.

"Did you like the taste of my Energy Gun?" Masashi asked, laughing like a lunatic. "It can propel you into space!"

I took a deep breath and watched as he approached, the orange metal gun looking like my death wish.

I felt my phone in my pocket vibrate.

It was Nagato! She had to have planted some other pimped-up tech tools somewhere on my body that could save me!

THROW THIS PHONE DOWN SO THAT IT BREAKS ONLY WHEN YOU TRULY NEED IT

I thought for a second.

After a deep, unsure breath, I did as I was told.

The explosion was MIND BOGGLING.

The boots was wearing apparently had double features. They were as heavy as lead, so I was held down firmly in the raw energy blast.

Nagato had programmed my phone to become a freaking ENERGY GRENADE.

Masashi, however, was not so unfortunate. He was propelled across the roof into the side of a ventilation opening.

He had dropped his energy gun.

Suddenly, life had become a whole lot easier for me. I ran and grabbed it, and pointed it at him.

The feeling of a gun in your hand

Is like any other.

You have the absolute power

To change

Or end

A person's life

With just the squeeze of a

Trigger.

He flew upwards, straight upwards

Like an angel he fell up

Into the rip in time

I once thought a star.

His golden eyes

My golden eyes

Stared back at me

Cursing me

But I simply stood and

Smiled.

I had defeated

My ultimate rival

Myself

…suddenly, the world went white.

I woke up, looking around.

I had been lying on my bed. I was in my house.

I checked the calendar.

My eyes couldn't believe themselves.

It was the day Haruhi called to tell me about Masashi.

Only, it was already 2 in the afternoon.

She had originally called at 10:30.

My phone went off.

The caller ID read 'Haruhi Suzumiya'.

I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Are you still in bed, Kyon?"

"Yeah. I'm beat."

"You should be freaking enjoying the day."

"…um… have you met anyone from your past today?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't know… any guys named Masashi?"

"...WHAT? I don't know anyone named Masashi."

"Really?"

"It's s stupid name."

I smiled and closed my eyes.

The Seventh Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya:

She has my heart and she chooses to keep it.

NOW FOR THE

'K-ON! Revise!' Excerpts!

Azusa's POV

I sat at the table, staring blankly at the girl who had just graced us with her presence.

The only girl who had tried out for Light Music Club was… was…

"She's scary looking," Jun pointed out, a little too loudly.

I jabbed my pen into her side and cracked her a smile.

The girl's hair was blacker than anything I had ever seen. Her eyes were sharp and blue as ice.

She wore a bow clip under her bangs, which was plaid green and blue.

She had cheekbones that curved delicately yet violently, and her frown seemed permanent.

"You must be Kazuo Midori," Ui spewed cheerfully, forever being the responsible one. "You said you wanted to try and sing for us?"

Ui's POV

I stared at him, his eyes narrowed.

"Katsuro is the best brother any guy could have," He spewed, blush covering his cheeks. "Of course he'll take care of your sister!"

I pouted, unconvinced. "Well, my sister can be kind-of gullible, but I love her and I don't want your stupid brother to break her heart or anything."

Kazuki narrowed his grey eyes at me, the spikes at the ends of his hair looking more pronounced all of a sudden.

"Well, it's not my fault my awesome brother's dating your stupid sister."

Azusa's POV

He looked haunted as his fingers flew across the strings.

Note after note he played, the more I felt sucked into his melody's beauty.

What kind of parents would deny their son money for Music College when he had this much talent?

What kind of parents somewhat force their son to work for his own tuition?

What kind of parents be disgraced of someone like Takumi?

AN:

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chappie!

…I really need to sleep… T-T

Next Chapter:

The Eighth Truth of Haruhi