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. Someone told me that Koizumi sounds like Kyon. I'm actually trying to parallel Nagaru Tanigawa's style. Well, don't worry, the Koizumi we know will return… although we'll have to wait.

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 2

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

At that moment, I half-expected Jamie Kennedy or Ashton Kutcher to come out of nowhere, telling me it was a joke, had it not been that he said the previous sentence with a serious face and a serious tone.

Moreover, he was looking at me with blazing eyes. This was rather awkward, as I could feel countless other eyes upon us. I was looking at him for answers, but all he did was smile and sit casually back into his seat, as if nothing happened.

And by the way, did he just call me "Koizumi-kun"?

Listen buddy, we're not even that close yet. I first spoke to you fifteen minutes ago. Even pre-schoolers know what suffix to use when addressing people!

Dumbstruck, the teacher called forth the next student.

This was going to be a long day.

Being the new kid in the neighborhood automatically means I have no friends as of yet. And part of me intends to remain that way. See, I've figured out that if I failed in acting as a genki boy, I would just play the role of the silent, antisocial bishounen.

If I was lucky, I'd live a normal school life. At least before dad transfers me out again.

To be honest, I never really made much friends in my entire life. I haven't stayed in one place long enough to make a connection with any other human being.

Whenever I entered a new school, I would thoroughly prepare an archetype to play.

However, it was different this time. I was caught off-guard and forgot to put up an act, unwittingly displaying my uninteresting and intimidating personality.

And so, I ended up having lunch by myself somewhere on the school grounds. It was common for human beings to avoid the unknown. And as a new student, knowledge about me is the same as that of outer space.

So I wasn't really prepared for this kind of greeting.

"Hello, you must be Itsuki Koizumi!"

I turned around. Behind me was a brown-haired girl who had her hair in pigtails. Her smile was serene and gentle, and she was definitely not from my class.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

"Oh, pardon my manners. I am Sonou Mori. I belong to class 1-4."

Since when have I become an interesting subject to be approached by someone from another class?

"I heard that there was a new transfer student around." She smiled. "They say he's really handsome, yet a bit on the intimidating side. I went to see if it's true."

Well, you've seen me. Happy now?

I flicked my hair a bit. Man, are these bangs getting annoying. I noticed her giggle a bit.

"More than you think." Her eyes narrowed slyly.

There was something about this girl. It was as if she knew something I didn't.

"Anyway, it would be great if you could join me for lunch tomorrow. I want to get to know you more." She said as she put on that serene smile of hers.

Just then, images flashed through my mind. A swing. Long, brown hair. A calculator. What was going on?

"Anyway, it's best you head back. Class is about to start." She got up and turned around.

"Sonou Mori."

"Yes?" she said without turning to meet my eyes.

"No, it's nothing."

The first day ended without any other incident.

That night, I sat on my bed, reading Frank Furedi. I was in the middle of finishing the third chapter when I had a rather annoying headache.

Perhaps it's reading in a bad light that's causing this.

I decided to put it away for now and hit the sack.

"This world is boring."

Mmm. Whatever you say.

"I wish something strange would happen."

Same here.

"You think so too, right?"

Maybe.

What was that?

Or rather, who was that?

That, I'm sure of, was not anyone I knew.

I have read somewhere that elements in your dream are based upon what is stored within your memory.

I sat up, leaning against the wall, fervently trying to recall where I heard that voice.

But there weren't enough people who stayed too long in my life for me to remember.

Perhaps it was part of my subconscious memory.

It was the voice of a girl.

And for a fact, I know it was not Sonou Mori's.

Ah. Quite a quandary.

A/N: OOC Koizumi? Sonou Mori? Don't worry, you'll soon see a familiar world. And a familiar Koizumi. Thoughts? :)