Me: Well, more of Tomi Yamato's journey is here.
Michiyo: Anonymous Fanz doesn't own anything except Me, Tomi, Daichi, and that mysterious slider.
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While Kyon went with Mikuru for the "knowing me, knowing you" thing, I was helping Daichi with his club. Well, he just had me search for sliders who may or may not be the guy I saw back at the baseball game. I met the other member of his club. I don't know how to exactly how describe him, based on what I saw, so I won't. Afterwards, we met at the cafe to see if anyone found anything. This also lead to me finding myself dragged into the story when Haruhi called the meeting.
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When Haruhi (Made Kyon) set up the tree perfectly days later, I started thinking about three years ago, when I moved here. Today was also my Birthday, so Haruhi May or may not be planning a party later. It depends on whether or not I told Kyon.
Going back to three years ago, I was unhappy after moving here. As I left for a walk. As I was going, I met this guy. "Hey. Are you lost or something?" I asked him. "Not yet. I'm going to be moving soon." It didn't take me a second to realize this guy was a lot like me.
"What's your name?" I asked. "Hikaru Kaizen. What's your name?" He replied. "Tomisaburo Yamato. I just moved here." I said. I hoped this would help prevent people from knowing me by my hated nickname. I gave up when it clearly failed sometime later, but back to my original point. "Huh. I was just getting a last look at the town before I leave. I'm gonna miss this place." He said.
"I'm going to give you some advice. Just keep the memories to look back on, and look forward to the new ones." I said. "Coming from someone who just moved here, I can assume that's good advice. Well, I guess this is good bye, for the couple seconds it was." He said, as he left. I never heard of him again until I read from Nagato's book.
I don't know if he's the guy I saw at the practice, but I think he isn't. He seemed to be expecting to leave. Maybe he knew Haruhi hadn't yet trapped him there, and was planning to escape while he had the chance. Or maybe he was one of the sliders that left. Either way, I'm glad I met him for even a few seconds.
