The Abridged Series of Haruhi Suzumiya

Recap: Tsuruya-san ended up booking the Brigade on the wrong flight! Now, Haruhi has even more insane ideas now that they are in America.

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Kyon hummed to himself, knowing that he could be at ease. After all, we managed to come to America by chance! I could write a novel on this someday!

Itsuki saw two men who looked quite close. From what he heard back in Japan, he was pretty sure that the people in this place were almost as unique and whack as their brigade chief. Furthermore, he also heard that gays were better accepted... though he didn't feel the need to think of such a thing seriously. He was here with the brigade as Haruhi's "Yes-madam" man, and it wasn't like he was going to live here. Perhaps in the future but not now...

Haruhi grabbed Mikuru by the arm and pulled her towards an eye-catching Victoria's Secret shop somewhere within the urban area. "C'mon! More options here! Wait 'till we upload pics of you in smexy American wear! YAHOO!!" She dragged Mikuru as she whimpered from behind. If you post all that on the internet, please allow me to kill you with the usual tea recipe afterward! Ah, no! What am I thinking!? Idiot! Such an idiot!

Haruhi looked at Yuki, beckoning her to follow.

"Not interested," she said while taking a look at a map of the place. Haruhi pouted saying, "Aw, c'mon! Koizumi had the nerve of wearing a scottish kilt thingy. Besides, your book giving me the idea of Alps Freefalling and then the accidental mix up brought us here! Yes! This all started because of you!"

Because of you! Because of you! Because of you! Yuki felt a sudden and quite random pang of guilt that lasted a fraction of a second. But she still wasn't convinced to go with Haruhi.

"There's no way I'm--" Yuki's eyes widened when she saw a familiar-looking girl. Long, blue, hair, an innocent complex that made those around her impatient, an innocent girl with hidden mischief and hints of resorting to being a sadist.

Asakura Ryoko.

Kyon had weird flashbacks of another dream as he saw Yuki staring at Ryoko, who in his dream was trying to kill him, and Yuki saved him. It was scary, but that moment after the battle... He thought it was quite touching, but shook the thought out of his mind, especially after remembering Taniguchi's "WAWAWA" and that a dream was a dream. Back to reality...

Ryoko noticed the group of people. She went to talk to Kyon, who was slowly backing away. No! She won't kill me! That was just a dream! Another one of my fantasi... never mind.

"So, Kyon. I see that you managed to change Haruhi."

"Well, you see... I, um, well, she was interested in why you moved here and--"

Yuki ran up to both of them, talking 80 miles per hour, something that she rarely ever did, if she ever did before. "Whoa, wait a second, aren't you supposed to be in Cana--"

"DAH!" Ryoko pushed her away, stepping closer to Kyon. "Why do you look like you're trying to kill me?"

Ryoko frowned. "I could if I wanted to, but I'm such a nice person!" She giggled much like Mikuru did every once in a while. "But I didn't. Remember how Nagato-san approached us when I looked like I was about to kill you? I was kinda freaked out by her weird thinking and antisocialness and--"

"You're talking about me!? You really like annoying me out of everyone else--!" Ryoko pushed Yuki away for the second time and Yuki stumbled back, hitting a random telephone pole.

"Why me..."

Kyon looked at Yuki with pity. "And Ryoko, why do I feel that you're trying to kill Nagato as well?"

"Oh, ah! Oh my gosh!" She ran up to Yuki asking her if she was alright. Yuki pushed her away, obviously for the sake of retaliation and got up, dusting herself off. "And you just noticed." She and Kyon walked to find Haruhi, leaving Ryoko there cursing. Kyon saw Itsuki freaking out a few men.

"Quit it you freakish Japanese man-kissing--"

"Cut it out and let's go before you get yourself killed," Kyon said flatly in plain english dragging Itsuki by the collar.

"Send me a postcard!" Itsuki cried out to the men.

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Haruhi and Mikuru just came back from unsuccessful shopping, as they forgot convert their money into dollars.

"Damn U.S. currency," Haruhi mumbled. Mikuru sighed, knowing that it'll take a while before Haruhi tries the next batch of killer tea. Quite literally, KILLER...TEA.

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