The Tears of Haruhi Suzumiya
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Chapter Eight – A False God without Haruhi Suzumiya
I probably could have picked a less-obvious place to hide out at, but I was too frightened to care, and I knew that the SOS Brigade clubroom may hold some answers for me.
Sadly though, I found no clues in the clubroom that could help save me from this hellish nightmare. I pushed the books I had searched through off of the table in anger, not sure about what to do next.
If I die here, there's nobody else that can stop this person, I realized, putting my head down on the desk and tapping it, deep in thought.
Everything seemed hopeless. If there was a future, then surely the future Asahina would have come to assist me at some point. If there was any way into this closed-space, Nagato would be smart enough to get inside, same with Koizumi, if he were still alive...
All that leaves is Haruhi, who's lying in a large, empty world, probably still unconscious. But if she awoke, would she be doomed to wander that empty void for an eternity? Would she be able to control her godly powers and escape?...
I raised my head as an idea suddenly crept into my head. Wait...there is another god in this world, I thought, Me!
I took my cellphone out of my pocket, which, remarkably, had managed to stay with me through these past couple of days. It was 3 o'clock in this world, and it was Sunday. That means that I should be at home.
Running out the door, I made my way out of the school, running down the streets towards my home. I spotted a few of the shadow creatures around, but, luckily, they were too busy searching in other places.
When I arrived at my home, I was out of breath. I stumbled towards the door and hesitated for a moment. What if this still isn't my home? I wondered as I set a hand on the handle and slowly opened the door.
The front room was dark. A light was protruding from upstairs, so I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. I made my way up, and, sure enough, my bedroom light was on.
"You!" I exclaimed, busting in and pointing at the figure who was laying down on his bed.
It was definitely me, although a lot more depressing. He slowly looked over at me in an uninterested manner, as if not surprised in the slightest by my appearance.
"Why am I here?" he asked, as if to himself. I dropped my finger.
"You have to make everything right! You're the God of this world, so do something!" I exclaimed, raising a fist in the air in a motivational way...
But it was to no oblige. My look-a-like sighed and turned away from me.
"What the hell are you doing!" I shouted at him.
"I'm pretty tired. You should leave now, Mr. Imagination." he told me with the slight wave of his hand.
I felt as though I wanted to kill myself...Literally. Seeing as though my clone wasn't going to help in the slightest, I barged out of the room and ran out the front door, slamming it behind myself and falling to my knees, burying my face in my hands.
I never realized how useless I am without everyone else, I thought to myself...
"Are you ready?" came the voice of Ryoko, and I looked up to a terrifying sight: A shadowy figure was standing there, pointing their arm towards me, the weapon on it ready to kill.
Is this it? I wondered, slowly standing up and gazing down the ground in defeat, I'm just going to die like this?
I closed my eyes and allowed an image of Haruhi slip into my mind. The girl whom I thought I once hated, and ended up being the one I loved most...
I hope you'll remember me, I thought, And hopefully someone will tell you one day that I've always been protecting you...
When I re-opened my eyes, the dark figure began to clench his fist, and fired a projectile straight towards me...
Then it stopped, and I found myself gazing at the glowing object merely inches in front of my face. The dark figure had also seemingly frozen there, unmoving.
What the... I thought, moving out of the way of the projectile, which seemed to flicker in and out of sight.
I looked over at the shadow, whom also began to flicker. Above, I noticed that the redness began to be swallowed up by white emptiness.
This world is falling, but...How? I wondered, watching as the world once again began to crumble and fall around me...
I awoke to see Nagato above me. I quickly sat up, gasping and looking around myself wildly.
"Haruhi!" I exclaimed, seeing her lying a few feet away from me. I crawled over to her side and grabbed her hand, glad to feel her touch once again.
"She will wake up in a manner of minutes," Nagato stated solemnly from behind, "When she does, this world will be recreated. We have to finish this, so that we can return to our world."
I turned towards her and raised an eyebrow. "What is 'this' exactly?" I asked.
"A game." Nagato answered. I was taken aback by that.
"A game?" I said, slightly angered at the fact that my near-death experiences were supposed to be part of a game. Nagato nodded, and she pointed at Haruhi.
"To see if Suzumiya is suitable for being the god of this world."
To be continued...
Next Chapter – End-Game with Haruhi Suzumiya!