I finally brought this out of hiatus ;w; Though I probably won't update often, and this chapter will probably still be ridiculously short. Enjoy~
I don't own The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi!
I dashed home as quickly as I could. I felt like I was running away from a serial killer, the way I ran. The whole time, I thought that if I looked backwards, Haruhi would be dashing after me. Of course, she wasn't.
Reaching my house, I silently unlocked the door and tiptoed inside. My family was (hopefully) sleeping. Not bothering to turn on any lights, I padded upstairs and hurried into my room. Tired and lazy, I fell onto my bed, not bothering to change. I was asleep in nanoseconds.
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In the morning, I slowly trudged to Haruhi's apartment. It was a normal Saturday morning, except for the fact that I had woken up at seven and was on my way to where a girl lived. When I arrived, I reluctantly knocked on the door, hoping that I wouldn't get blown over with harsh words from the SOS Brigade's leader. Or worse, murdered.
The door opened a crack, which surprised me. I had excepted it to be flung open, showing Haruhi's irritated face. Instead, I saw one of her amber eyes peer out at me from behind the door, showing no sign of emotion. Well, she looked bored, if anything.
"Took you long enough," she said, fully opening the door and stepping aside.
Standing in place like a retarded duck, I stared at her, wondering what she had meant, and why she looked like she was actually willing to let me into her accommodation. When I didn't enter, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me inside. Throwing me on a couch, she marched into her bathroom. I soon heard the sound of running water, and covered my ears when I heard a song being sung. I'm not one for sounds, no matter how mellifluous they are. It seemed like forever, but she finally came out fully dressed, wiping her hair dry with a light brown towel. I kept my gaze away and looked out the window. The couch sagged down on the other side, which meant that Haruhi had sat down.
"Why did you leave?" she asked, grabbing my shoulders and turning me around.
I avoided her intent stare. "…I had no reason to stay…"
"Idiot!" she screamed, punching my face. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt. "I woke up and you were gone! I thought you'd been kidnapped or something."
"Kidnapped? Well, I had to leave some time, right? It's not like I live here!" I replied, backing away from Haruhi.
Haruhi glared at me and punched me again. "What the hell are you talking about?" she almost shrieked. "We're freaking married! How can we not live together?"
My mind went blank and my mouth became dry. WHAT did Haruhi just say?
I was punched another time. "So tell me! Why did you go back home?"
By now, I had gotten used to the world suddenly changing because of Haruhi's selfish wishes. But this was taking it too far. Married? I'd never even dreamed of walking down the aisle with her. But apparently she had. I decided to go along with it, at least until I could find Nagato and beg her to fix everything, like she always does. "Sorry…" I said, trying to think of an excuse. "My family members were all away and I had to feed Shamisen."
She was still angry. "You could have told me yesterday! I spent all this morning being sick alone, do you know how alone I felt? I–"
I started to zone out. Sick? Haruhi was sick? It was then that my gaze traveled to her left arm, which was wrapped protectively around her abdomen.
"…" Okay, I had pieced it all together. Haruhi had fallen in love with me. She wanted a perfect life. She'd made us get married with her God-like powers and now she's bearing our child.
….shit.
Yeah, it was really short. My apologies. I totally changed up the plot I had in mind, in the hopes of getting more readers :D
See you next time! [Whenever that may be…]