I woke up. In my bed. In my house. I checked out the window and saw a sun blazing down on the town. I saw other people outside walking around and living their lives. I smirked like a dumbass and uttered to no-one but myself, "Mission accomplished."

"Kyon, you're gonna be late for school!"

That was my little alarm clock- I mean sister, amplifying my mother's words from somewhere in the house. I looked to the clock and groaned. She was right; I was going to be late. I mean I could run to school? But do you want to run up and down Mount Everest just so you won't be marked late? I certainly don't. I just survived...Something and I was going to take it easy today.

"KYON!" the brat yelled louder this time.

"Shut up! I heard you the first time!"

I'm sorry; you shouldn't be watching my family fight. Just know that I won, actually that sounds a bit wrong. How about, oh screw it I was out the door already anyway.

After the exhausting trip up and down the hill I finally reached the school. I glanced up at the clock near the shoe lockers and realised it was already third period. I must have been going really slowly today.

Oh well.

I trudged up to the accursed classroom and bowed shamefully towards our teacher who stared at me from behind thick spectacles. He looked at me as if I'd just strolled in naked and with all eyes on me I kind of felt like that too. I shuffled over to my desk, cheeks burning as I went.

Haruhi had head down on the desk, sound asleep as I walked in. As soon as I sat down however she perked right up like a dazzling flower. She had an odd smile on her face. That one that spells doom no matter what comes out of her mouth after it.

"Hey Kyon, guess what?"

I sighed, "What?"

"I said guess what!" she snarled.

I don't want to guess. You guess!

"Oh god you're no fun!" Haruhi slumped over again. "I just wanted to tell you about this crazy dream I had last night."

"A dream huh? Bet it wasn't as crazy as the one I had." I mumbled thoughtlessly. I looked up to the board and tried to get the gist of what we were supposed to be doing so that in the unlikely event I was called upon to answer a question, I'd have a slightly better chance of guessing right. While I did so, however I felt a burning sensation in my back. I turned around to face Haruhi who was gleaming like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Did you say you had a weird dream?" she asked with so much enthusiasm I thought she was going to explode.

"Uh..."

"Mine had vampires in it!" Haruhi yelled, still keeping true to the image of a little kid. Her innocence was alright but still slightly disturbing. "Oh yeah!" she clicked her fingers and grinned, "And Mikuru was there, and Yuki was there, and Koizumi too!"

"Was I in your dream?" I grumbled.

Haruhi's cheeks flushed bright red and she shifted about uncomfortably in her seat as if she was desperate to go to the bathroom. For a second it looked like she was about to cry, then she just turned away without answering.

I know this was stupid of me and I really must not have learned anything from my ordeal and it could have brought upon potentially catastrophic after-effects including but not limited to the destruction of the entire world, but I couldn't help but lean in so close that I was practically eating her hair and whispering:

"You were in my dream Haruhi..."

The look on her face was priceless and most of the class became aware of something happening when Haruhi started hyperventilating and screaming. The teacher couldn't settle the class down and eventually it became time for the next period and Haruhi never left the room so fast in her entire life.

Meanwhile, I felt a smile creep up on my face. Honestly, a smile!

After school I found myself actually excited to get to the club room for once. I was truly itching for a game of Othello with Koizumi, my throat parched and begging for a cup of Miss Asahina's tea. I was eager to hear about Nagato's day (A little something along the lines of "...") and of course...

Haruhi would be there!

I knocked and waited for a reply. No-one answered, but I couldn't hear the feeble cries of Miss Asahina or the triumphant battle cry of Haruhi so I decided to help myself inside.

The club room was empty. Not even Nagato was there. Just to be sure I double checked and scanned the room once more because I've accidentally confused her with furniture before. When I was certain that chair in the corner was merely a chair I stumbled in and collapsed into one of the seats at the pushed together desks. I was waiting for a while, but eventually Haruhi started creeping into the room, trying to go by unnoticed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, prompting her to make a silly little yelping noise before launching one of her typical counter-attacks.

"Be quiet! Don't you dare question your leader! You will never get promoted with that attitude!"

"Promoted to what? Will I stop being number two and you'll start addressing me by my real name?"

"No! That's stupid! You would become Koizumi's assistant vice commander of the SOS Brigade."

"I'd rather you say my name. Just call me-"

"Shut up Kyon! And stop dreaming about me!"

I'm right next to you. There's no need to yell...

"By the way, Kyon?" Haruhi suddenly became quiet, as if possessed by Miss Asahina. She started pushing her index fingers against one another, staring at them rather than me as she quietly asked, "What was your dream like?"

I decided to tell her the truth, well a little bit of the truth. I'd have to skip out a bit of classified information and some sensitive details. So in the end I just straight out told her, "Well, if I remember right we kissed."

Haruhi's cheeks invented a new shade of red.

"W-w-w-what?"

"Not just me, Nagato kissed you too. That was a passionate performance if I do say so myself."

Haruhi started stammering like a broken record. She babbled on for a while until she slapped me full in the face. I was kind of expecting it but it still hurt like a bitch. It even knocked me out of my chair.

"Hey, what's wrong? I thought you were into weird stuff?" I asked, forcing an innocent tone out of me that I never knew I had.

Haruhi stamped her feet and made a stupid face, "Not that kind of weird! That's too weird! That's wrong!"

"I don't know, there's a definite market for yuri-"

"Shut up!"

Oh the fun I was having then. I was struggling so hard not to laugh. Somehow I managed to restrain myself, well at least until there came a knock on the door. For a moment there was complete silence as we both watched on, entranced by the door as it swayed on its hinges.

Then Nagato stepped into the room, shooting Haruhi a strong glance and whispering, "Hello."

It seemed like just a casual greeting, but Yuki never talks and so when she uttered that one little word Haruhi took it the wrong way and bolted out of the room cursing and screaming.

It was then that I finally broke out into hysterical laughter. It was some time until I realised Nagato had sat down and took something out of her bag.

"..." she asked.

I looked up and became washed in the radiant glow of an extravagant and most likely very expensive bouquet of flowers. Nagato brandished them in her rigid arms and stared at me with that same flat-lined expression. Then, in a voice as gentle as the whispering wind, Nagato asked me:

"Are they nice?"

I looked around uncertainly, half expecting a camera crew or Taniguchi or someone behind this dumb joke but when I found none I choked out, "They're lovely..."

Nagato nodded with an affirmative hum that sounded like a refrigerator with the door open and looked outside the open door to the hallway beyond. When she looked back I swear I noticed the slightest tint of pink behind her porcelain cheeks.

"Haruhi likes flowers."

I collapsed.

END

Well that was fun wasn't it? I hope you enjoyed that. Writing Haruhi fics is blood good fun I'll be sure to put up more in the near future. Anyway thanks to everyone who read, most of all the reviewers for helping me out along the way with your support and advice. This was originally supposed to be a one-shot but I guess it got out of control didn't it? Oh yeah, and huge thanks to The Layman for actually inspiring this story in the first place.

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