~The Eighth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya~

Or

~Watermelon Chapstick Kisses~

AN:

Yays! This chapter already! XD

Well, judging by the alternate title, I hope you guys get what I'm trying to say. *Wink Wink*

-ChromeHeartSoldier

"…hey, Haruhi…"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna hang out today?"

"…sure! Do you need Nagato and Asahina and Koizumi's numbers?"

"…nope."

"You have them?"

"Nope."

"…huh?"

"Do you want to hang out, just you and me?"

"…just you and me? Really? I mean…"

"Yup. Just you and me."

"…like, do you want to play DanceDance Revolution again, or…?"

"…nope. You and me, hanging out today."

"Like… friends?"

"Nope. Like a date."

"…a date?"

"Yes, a date."

"…um… yeah."

"Cool. I'll swing by your place at around 12:00 to pick you up."

"Um… okay…"

"Bring a swimsuit along."

"Sure…"

"…Haruhi?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really want to do this with you."

I stood outside her door with the freaking largest bouquet of roses I could've ever imagined. It ate up a fifth of my bank account and the chocolates weren't even half the cost of the wrapping paper the roses were in.

I stood as straight as possible, striving to make the best second first impression I could.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and rang the doorbell.

"Haruhi, grab the door, will ya?"

"I will. I'm on my way out, Mom."

"…really? Are you going on another crazy trip?"

"Nah… on a date."

I heard heavy footsteps falling on wooden steps, and the sounds got louder as she got closer and closer to the door.

I smiled and fixed the cowlick on the top of my hair, straightened my favorite white and blue striped polo shirt, and shifted in my cargo shorts.

The door opened.

I gave my best smile. "Hey, Haru-"

The person that was staring back at me was definitely not Haruhi.

It was a woman a good half head taller than me, with eyes just slightly-too close together. Her nose was crooked in a way, and her gaze pierced like daggers. A pair of expensive looking glasses sat at the bridge of her nose, and her mouth was pulled into a crease, a long, thin line, hidden by a thick layer of lipstick. Her hair was quite almost perfectly straight, not a hair out of place.

"Who are you, young man?"

It was obviously Haruhi's mother. She did NOT look like she was over 40.

I bit my lip nervously and felt my palms go all clammy.

"Um, I'm… Kyon… Haruhi and I are hanging out today."

One of her eyebrows rose inquisitively. It was a pencil eyebrow, and her crease of a smile was turning into a frown.

"…these are lovely roses," She observed. "It must of cost a lot of money."

The last word had a bite to it, short and crisp and criminating.

"…I really care about Haruhi," I stuttered. "Here… you… can… um… take them for her."

Her gaze bit deeper into me. "There's something strange about you…"

"MOM!"

I looked behind Haruhi's mom to find… well, Haruhi.

"Don't scare him," She murmured, pushing past her own mother quite rudely.

Both of Mrs. Suzumiya's pencil eyebrows rose.

As I looked at Haruhi and Mrs. Suzumiya standing near each other, I could tell that Haruhi was nothing like her at all. Not remotely.

Mrs. Suzumiya's hair was wispy and black, unlike Haruhi's cocoa brown hair. Haruhi's eyes were golden, but her mother's begged to differ, black as twilight. Haruhi was carefree (at least in public she was) and her own mother was an obvious control freak.

A woman like that had no right to bear Haruhi.

"I don't like this young man, the looks of him and all," Mrs. Suzumiya said through her whitened teeth.

She fingered her Gucci pendant and pulled at her Prada sleeve.

"I don't care," Haruhi said through clenched teeth.

She wrapped her arm around mine and dug her face into my chest.

It was just then I realized how cute she was dressed.

Haruhi was wearing a yellow v-neck shirt and a pair of pretty short denim shorts. She wore a pair of adorable Domo flip-flops.

I took a deep breath of her watermelon-y scent.

Mrs. Suzumiya looked at me with disgust. "You…"

Haruhi glared at her mother. "Get over it."

Haruhi dragged me off of her doorstep, causing me to drop the chocolates (Belgian… what a shame!) and made me follow her.

Mrs. Suzumiya just stared.

"Don't mind her," Haruhi murmured, her hand's grip tight on my own.

"…what's her problem, though?" I asked, quite confused. "Why doesn't she like me? I didn't do anyth-"

"It's not your fault," Haruhi said quietly. She stopped in her tracks.

"Did I ever tell you my parents were divorced?" She asked me.

"Yes, in fact you have." I said, pulling her close.

Haruhi started crying.

She cried into my favorite shirt, her warm, beautiful figure pressed against me.

"I take it you take after your dad, don't you?"

"Yes I do." Haruhi whispered through sniffles.

I held her close, and then leaned down and kissed her forehead and both her cheeks and her chin.

The crying stopped.

"Hey, now…" I whispered into her hair. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

Haruhi was breathless. I had never been so bold as to… as to kiss her like that, as if it were nothing.

…but my stomach was turning and my heart was swelling in pride.

"Are we going to the pool?" Haruhi asked.

"Are you kidding?" I said, smiling. "We're going to the beach."

I unchained my stallion, my vehicle of choice:

My red bike.

I sat down and offered a hand to Haruhi.

"Wanna share the seat?"

Haruhi turned a soft shade of pink that was absolutely adorable.

Then she turned into Haruhi again.

"Give your brigade leader a good ride!" She announced.

She then sat herself behind me, her warm front side pressing closely against my backside. A feeling of strange warmth filled me as she wrapped her arms around me and her legs curled in.

"Let's go," Haruhi said loudly, her soft breath ticklish to my neck.

I did as I was told.

The funniest thing about me bringing Haruhi to the beach was the utter fact that the nearest beach was three hours away, in a car.

I pedaled on and on, laughing and smiling as Haruhi told me jokes and stories.

We stopped a few times, one for ice cream, another because Haruhi's short shorts had bunched up, and another time because my legs were sore.

Okay, we stopped a lot, but never to get gas.

We had taken the residential roads, winding and winding through them until we got farther and farther away from the city, into the suburbs, then into estates with large gates and houses the size of two of mine.

We moved further away from that too, riding near strange narrow roads and cutting through alleys. The land soon became flatter and lower, and hills were abundant. For about an hour we rode at the side of a road, gazing at landscape that seemed to swallow us.

When we did get to the beach, it was sunset. We had departed at 12:13 in the afternoon and had arrived at 7:24.

We sat at a small gas station, where it was completely isolated (minus the station clerk).

"Man, that was a lot of work," I laughed, half-panting for breath.

Haruhi shrugged and reached at her shirt…

…and pulled it clean off, revealing a blue bikini.

I blinked, feeling the blood rush to my face.

"You said to bring a swimming suit, so I am swimming!"

Haruhi giggled because I probably looking like a total pervert, sitting on a bench overlooking a beautiful beach, gaping and gawking at a beautiful girl who had just shed her shirt in front of me.

I rolled my eyes and took off my shirt.

"You don't mind if I get shirtless this time, don't you?" I asked, winking.

Haruhi blinked, remembering the awkward incidence in which I had answered the door to her not wearing a shirt.

"Um, hell yeah."

Just 1 minute later, Haruhi and I were covered head to toe in water, she in her bikini, me in nothing but my trunks.

I admired Haruhi in her blue bikini, as she giggled and swam and shot water at me.

I was half-hoping she was admiring my white and blue checkered boxer trunks.

Just seeing Haruhi in the dying sunlight, smiling and laughing and having fun, made me feel like I had won something Masashi never had.

Haruhi's real heart.

Soon, the sun set, and the earth was still. The sky was indigo, and stars dotted it like freckles.

Haruhi and I had lain down on the sand, right next to each other, not a word spoken for a while. Her warm body radiated heat to mine. All that could be heard was the gentle crashing of waves and the soft-spoken breaths we shared.

Finally, Haruhi spoke.

"Kyon, why'd you suddenly decide to take me to the beach?"

I closed my eyes.

"It was nothing, really."

She shifted in confusion.

"I mean, you make spontaneous decisions like this all the time, every day." I continued. "I just wanted to know… what a typical day in the life of Haruhi Suzumiya was like."

Haruhi took a deep breath.

I scooted closer to her, and after a second, her warm cheek was pressed against my chest, and we had our arms around each other.

Her eyes drifted to the stars.

"…how about I tell you what my life is like."

Haruhi took another deep breath, and then spoke.

"I wake up in the morning, feeling revved for a new day. I zip on over to the bathroom and wash my face and etcetera, and then go down for breakfast. There I am not greeted by my mother, who sits proudly in her brand-name crap, reading a newspaper. I eat something and then pack lunch. When I put on my shoes about to leave the door, my mother would speak something about me being more responsible and that I should live up to her expectations." She closed her eyes. "I mean, that's just the beginning."

"You pretend you are fearless in public," I whispered into her hair. "You speak with seemingly undying confidence and uplift people's spirits. But the truth is…"

"…I'm hurting inside."

There was silence then.

"All people truly strive for in life…" She whispered. "…is to be loved."

I held her closer then.

"My father was the one person I looked up to," Haruhi said softly. "And I always wanted to do better in everything I did, because I loved him. I had long realized that I would never meet my mother's expectations."

"All people want is to be loved…" I repeated. "Do you want to be loved?"

Haruhi shifted, and soon, her figure was over mine, her face over mine.

"For some strange reason, I already feel like I am."

I felt a pull, something indescribable and warm, overcome me.

Without hesitation, I pulled her in gently and kissed her.

Her lips still tasted like watermelon lip gloss. They way her lips moved, up and down, caressing mine…

…something felt… magical.

But nothing really does sound as magical as making out on a beach, does it?

Haruhi and I were sitting by the gas station again, sipping Cokes and thinking about each other.

It was 11:00 in the evening, and I knew Haruhi's mom was going to murder me.

"Man, it's a 7 hour trip home on my bike," I groaned. "Maybe more."

Haruhi grunted.

She walked into the gas station as I stared into the sky, looking at the stars, which seemed even brighter than before.

Haruhi walked out of the gas station with the clerk.

I blinked. "What's going on?"

"Kyon, meet my cousin, Yoshi." Haruhi said, smiling.

Yoshi had thick peroxide-orange hair, a crooked nose, and a lopsided smile.

"Wassup, dude?"

"Um… nothing much, I guess…" I mumbled.

"Yoshi's shift just let out, and he could totally give us a ride home." Haruhi said.

Yoshi lifted his car keys and I stared in total disbelief and happiness.

Haruhi's head was leaning on my shoulder as Yoshi drove us back home. I could feel her warm figure moving as she breathed, sleeping in silence.

"I love you, Haruhi." I whispered into her ear.

Haruhi, being Haruhi, suddenly woke up and kissed me.

Just as Yoshi dropped me off at my house, Haruhi popped out to give me a good… morning kiss.

"I thought I should give this to you…" She whispered, digging into her shorts pocket.

She pulled out a picture.

We stood underneath a streetlight, looking at the picture together.

"That is my father," Haruhi whispered, her forehead buried into my chest.

…what was ironic was…

"You look a lot like him."

I smiled and laughed softly.

Haruhi reached up and pulled me into her, and she kissed me again.

That kiss was better than all of the other ones combined.

"Kyon, I didn't say it earlier, but…" She paused. "I love you too."

Suddenly, Yoshi beeped his car horn.

"We gotta get you home before Aunty M. tears you up," He called.

Haruhi nodded and turned to me, smiling.

She kissed me yet again.

After that, she bounced away, into Yoshi's car, leaving me flabbergasted.

"…I cannot get enough of those watermelon kisses." I said to myself.

The Eighth Undeniable Truth of Haruhi Suzumiya:

I love her.

AN:

Finally, yo!

Man, this is almost over, too. :D

But do not fret! My new IchiRuki story, 'Perfectly Imperfect', is coming out along with 'K-ON! Revise!'!

You will have a lot to read! XD

'Perfectly Imperfect Clip'

Let me tell you something, girl.

You know Ichigo Kurosaki? Yeah?

…

So you know him.

Are you sure you know him? I highly doubt that.

…

Yeah, he is dating Midori.

…

Mmm… so you know that he's that freshman that rocked Karakura High.

….

You're right.

What you don't know, girl…

… is that Ichigo Kurosaki is dating Midori…

…and Kiyoko, and Chiyuki, and Ami, and Etsuko, and Hana…

…and Rin, and Miu, and Youko.

And maybe I missed a few girls.

…

You think that's absurd?

Well, girl…

You've obviously never met someone like Ichigo Kurosaki.

He will never, ever, get caught.

Hope you got interested! XD

Next Chapter:

The Ninth Truth of Haruhi Suzmiya