For as much as I would love to say that I made the right decision in staying with this world instead of the normal one I was provided, I really don't like to lie. Honestly, I don't know what came over me. I mean a world where Haruhi isn't capable of completely changing someone or something, and a perfectly normal Nagato too? It sounds amazing right about now.

Wait, why did I single out Nagato? You know- nevermind, don't want to think about it.

If Nagato's sudden change in personality is anything to go by, Haruhi wants something. Now. And what Haruhi wants, Haruhi gets.

But what exactly could the stupid girl want? Let's look at the facts.

Alright, so she arranges sub-consciously to have Nagato and I trapped in a small space. Nagato starts to develop emotions. A doorway appears in the middle of the wall.

Wait.

Back up a second.

A doorway appears in the middle of the wall?

"Nagato."

My silent companion turns towards me, acting for all the world as if she hadn't even noticed the door. Wait, she had, hadn't she?

A nod. Of course she had. She probably also knew whether or not it was safe to go into the rooms.

A second nod. Good to know Haruhi didn't put us into a dangerous situation, at least. Still, I would prefer to have Nagato accompany me.

A slight pause, then Nagato's head bobs once more. She stands, and starts her graceful little walk (She really looks like she's floating on air... she's not, is she?) towards the doorway. I follow.

Peering through the open, empty frame that appeared from thin air, I realize just how long I have been without food. Of course, the room that was suddenly created doesn't help.

Haruhi's seen fit to provide us a kitchen.

It would appear that the moment Kyon grew hungry, food and appropriate utilities to prepare it were provided. Does this mean that this zone is programmed to expand as needs arise? Perhaps this feature can be used to escape our imprisonment?

"Nagato."

More experimentation may be required.

"Do you... know how to cook?"

This body requires little sustenance, and while it may consume great quantities when offered, it has never been a priority to create my own sustenance. Still, cookbooks are a surprising source of information concerning human nature and many have been cataloged. I nod.

"Would you mind if I asked you to help me make something? I don't know if you get hungry or anything, but I don't really know how to cook much of anything..."

Perhaps helping Kyon will stimulate conversation? Several hours have passed without any new information being gathered. The secondary objective of discovering Kyon's place in Suzumiya Haruhi's world has not been forgotten.

"Yes."

Kyon heads towards the refrigerator (How simple human devices are...) and opens the door. His hands return with a small quantity of what is apparently meat.

"Nothings else in there... maybe the pantry?"

Upon inspection, only a bag of wheat noodles ("pasta" as Kyon refers to it) and a jar of reddish liquid ("Spaghetti sauce", evidently) are found. It would appear only one meal can be made from these ingredients, though that is to be expected from Suzumiya. As usual, Kyon states already accepted fact.

"I guess we're having spaghetti?"

The meal is prepared with little help from Kyon, and we eat in silence at the provided table. Throughout the entire meal, Kyon looks uncomfortable. Upon inquiry, he simply states that "Nothing at all" is wrong with the situation. However, from all appearances it would seem the contrary.

Perhaps this is the time to inquire about Kyon's relationship to Suzumiya?

I don't care if Haruhi doesn't know she is doing this or not. I really don't. Haruhi is still going to die.

Luckily Nagato doesn't find any problems with the current situation. She seems perfectly calm, just as she always is. The only thing different is that she seems to be watching me a lot. Probably notices how uncomfortable I am right about now.

Not like I don't have a reason. I mean, the spaghetti is a little weird and all (Does Haruhi have a thing for Western foods? I never really thought of her like that...) but it didn't really matter until I saw where we would be eating. The elegantly set table isn't even really big enough for two people. My knees are touching Nagato's, after all. I can only imagine what Haruhi wants from Nagato and I if this is her plan...

Oh, Haruhi will pay. Not that I knew Haruhi was into this sort of stuff...

As for now, I have to find a way to make it through a candlelit dinner for two with Nagato as my company. Not that there are many other people I would rather share dinner with...

I swear, I don't know where that thought came from.

Damn hormones.

As this story goes on I feel like each chapter is getting progressively worse...