Disclaimer: I do not own Haruhi Suzumiya or anything related.

This is dedicated to my friend and partner-in-crime, Patty.

A/N: People here are OOC. Most notably, Itsuki. Although I've taken the liberty to believe him that his powers manifested/were given to him three years ago, I've also taken liberty to probe into his possible 'true self'. Same goes for the others.

Title: The Origin of Koizumi Itsuki

Synopsis:

He was. And that was what he knew. He didn't know why. But he was chosen. Koizumi Itsuki searches for the reason why he was.

Chapter 1

It was the first day of junior high. I have recently transferred to a local public school somewhere in eastern Japan. Revealing the exact location is irrelevant, and I kindly request you not to pry further into this matter.

This has been the fifth school transfer I had in my life. My father is a businessman, and his company was based in Tokyo. I, however do not, at all, understand why we have to go from place to place.

My mother, on the other hand was a plain housewife. I believe that my father did not exactly believe in what he called the "working-mom phenomenon", and would rather that I be raised the way he was.

However, mom always told me that dad grew up fishing with grandpa during summer and bird-watching with him during spring. The longest time I ever got to spend with him was when he drove us all the way from Nagoya to where we were now.

I've always looked forward to my first day in class. It is when I put my acting abilities to the test.

Oh, I have forgotten to tell you: acting was my passion. Boys my age would prefer sports or video games, and although I get into that stuff sometimes, this was what made me different. I loved acting. In fact, I had wanted to get a theater scholarship at Julliard.

Dad, however, wouldn't approve. He wanted me to get into Yale, Harvard or Tokyo University at the least.

As I made my way down the street, I was thinking of how I should act like this year: a silent bookworm? A weak "moe-moe" first year? Or one of those shounen manga-overdosed genki boys?

I eventually got into the auditorium. There was a start-of-term talk the school's principal was, indubitably boring. I've transferred a lot, and as far as I could tell, all the welcome remarks are the same.

"We look forward to working with you all as we aim towards honing our students into well-rounded individuals."

I already have a "dynamic personality". No need for that, thank you.

After this, we went into our classrooms. I was part of class 1-7.

I think I should mention this, but I'm glad our rooms are located on the second floor of the school building. After last night, I'm afraid that I am in no mood or shape to physically exhaust myself further. I just needed to sleep.

I crouched down on my seat to take a nap before the homeroom teacher arrives.

"Oi."

Stop it. Poking is unnecessary.

"Hey, are you new around here?"

So what if I am?

That was what I wanted to say if I had a chance. The moment I opened my mouth to speak, I was interrupted by the chatter of a rather talkative boy in front of me.

"I guess you are. I've lived in town for ages and I haven't seen you around. I'm Yutaka. How about you?"

"I'm—"

"Oh, wait. Please don't answer that question yet." He said with a smile. "I believe that the teacher would ask us to introduce ourselves properly first thing in class."

"I see."

Yutara, or whatever that boy was named, waved and smiled as he turned his back. The teacher has apparently entered the room already.

The teacher, who, by my first impression, looked like a math teacher, wrote his name slowly on the board. Seriously, the man's balding and looked like what, seventy-two? He should be retired by now.

Poor man.

As I was contemplating on whether the teacher would somehow fall asleep in the middle of his boring introduction (which sounded like a lecture on quadratic equations), that cheerful boy caught me looking outside the windowsill and mouthed "He's boring, isn't he?"

While I certainly agree on that, what gave him the idea we were close enough to be talking in class?

My thoughts were interrupted when the teacher asked us to introduce ourselves.

One by one, we were called, starting from those who were seated at the back. Eventually, it was my turn to stand up.

"I am Itsuki Koizumi. I have just moved from Nagoya. This is my first time in this neighborhood. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

I must have said this with a poker face. No one in class seemed to have smiled as I introduced myself. But then again, it's to be expected. It was a rather boring introduction.

Wait. I forgot I was supposed to act like a genki boy. Darn it. Plan fail. I sat and continued to look outside the window, with my chin resting upon my palm.

I will never forget the next few moments of my life.

That boy in front stood up and began his introduction.

"I am Yutaka Tamaru. And I recently discovered that I have ESP."

God, he said all that with a smile plastered on his face. What guts. But it had nothing on what he said next.

"I am an esper, and so is Koizumi-kun over here. It's nice to meet you all."

What the---?

A/N: There you have it! Chapter 1! This is the first time I'll write for the Haruhi Suzumiya series, so please be gentle.

Cookies for those who can tell where I based Koizumi's intro for his parents! :)