Hiya, readers! Notice anything different about me? YES! I've changed my name! I'm still the same author you know and love (animeangel1010101), but with a new pen name! Tell your friends! ...So, as far as the plot goes now, I've made some dramatic changes. No longer am I satisfied with the ending I first came up with, so it will be changed severely now. My girlfriend (AppleLove) and I did a little brainstorming on how to make it more interesting and I think you guys will enjoy it. ;) Also, a thousand apologies for the gap in between chapters. I've been extremely lazy this summer in every terrible way. Sorry, and hope you guys enjoy!
"I can't stand for this."
Itsuki stood in the mirror and he stared into his own angry, teary eyes. His voice took on a predatory element and he clenched his fists.
It was no earlier and no later than three in the morning, and the outside was dark and soaking, almost drowning, but peaceful and quiet. The rain had ceased its assault on the earth, but the ESPer felt more miserable than he had when the weather threatened to end life as they all knew it.
Because, at least if they'd all drowned and died, the last voice he would've heard was the voice of the one he loved.
He breathed out a long exhale and he shook his head. "ESPer!" he called to himself, his reflection. "We're supposed to protect the earth. We're supposed to protect the god of this world. We're supposed to keep her happy and make sure this world doesn't end."
He placed his hand over the eyes of his reflection. "She's still just a human, though," he mused. "She still has an ending, like the rest of us." He clenched the fist against the mirror as if trying to wring out his own reflection's face.
"If she has to end sometime, why not now? Since she's just a human, her life will end! She'll die! Then what'll happen?" He turned completely away from the mirror now and he looked around the empty living room in which he stood. He looked desperately angry, and inquisitively ravenous for an answer to his woes. There seemed to be only one solution, and it radiated from every atom of every fiber of every object in the room.
Kill Haruhi Suzumiya.
He slothed his way into the kitchen with fierceness in his eyes, and he opened up a drawer which housed a mean-looking butcher knife. Instead of the big guns, though, Itsuki eyed a small but sharp steak knife in the corner of the drawer, and his hand wandered to it tentatively.
He picked up the tool and felt the object fill the emptiness between his fingers, and it gave him a surge of excitement.
And so it was, the moment that Itsuki decided the fate he would place upon Haruhi Suzumiya, his will was so powerful that even Haruhi herself could sense that something was the matter.
The young brunette shot up from her bed, where Kyon laid next to her asleep, and she gasped. Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a soft squeak of sheer terror, and it woke Kyon from his less-than-peaceful slumber.
"What is it?" he asked as he sat up next to her, and he laid his hand on her back. The brunette turned toward him and shook her head.
"I'm fine," she said quietly into the darkness, her breathing a little heavy. "I just got a weird feeling..."
"Let's go back to sleep," Kyon said softly, rubbing the girl's back lightly. "It's late. We'll talk about it in the morning."
Haruhi blinked a few times and slowly rested herself back into the covers, her head hitting the pillow lightly. Kyon laid next to her and pulled the blankets up to cover them both. Though he seemed outwardly fine, inside him he could feel the stress and agony building.
Kyon took a slow breath as Haruhi turned her body away from him and began to drift off, careful not to disturb the girl. He laid on his back and stared blankly at the ceiling as Haruhi's breaths evened out.
He folded his hands over his chest and cursed Haruhi in his head.
I can't do anything about this, he thought. Every other notion that passed through his head told him that he was useless. In Haruhi's fragile state, the world'll implode if I do anything but stay right next to her. I have no choice but to sit here like a helpless little baby and hope to be saved. I'm not some princess is distress. I should be able to help myself... But because of Haruhi... I can't. I hate this... I hate her. I loathe her. I wish... I wish she were dead.
The roads were wet and the world was dark at nearly three-thirty in the morning. The rain had completely ceased long before, but the flooding was still dying down in parts. Still, it didn't take long for Itsuki to reach the small house that belonged to Haruhi, and his blood surged with nervousness and power as he approached the front door, and so quiet that a dog wouldn't hear it, he gently popped open the surprisingly unlocked front door, entering the house carefully.
Little did he know that at that moment, as the door silently clicked shut, Haruhi's eyes flew open again, and she laid there in silence, uneasy.
This has to be a vital blow, Itsuki thought hungrily as he caressed the dull end of the blade with two fingers and strode quietly toward Haruhi's bedroom. If she lives for more than a few seconds in pain, the world could be in jeopardy. This needs to be quick. He stood in front of the closed bedroom door of Haruhi's for nearly two minutes, planning his attack. Let's hope she's sleeping, he thought lastly as he put his free hand on the door knob and began to turn it. I'd hate for her to have to know I'm doing this.
Against Itsuki's wishes, once he opened the door, Haruhi sat up in her bed, and Kyon followed suit immediately after. Haruhi stared at him inquisitively in the dark, trying to discern who was standing at her doorway. She finally leaned over to turn on her bed-side lamp, and took in a sharp breath when she saw who it was.
"Koizumi," she breathed. "What are you doing here?" She put her hand on her heart, and in the dim light, Itsuki clenched his knife. Could she sense what was about to happen? Perhaps.
"Hello, Miss Suzumiya," Itsuki replied, flashing her his usual smile, and Kyon stood up from the bed promptly, as if instinct told him to. The ESPer closed in on the bed, his knife not completely visible in the poorly lit room, and he got close to the brunette, who now was looking up to meet Itsuki's eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked again, her voice quiet and scared, and they heard rain outside begin to fall.
Itsuki just gave Haruhi a pitiful look. "I'm sorry, Miss Suzumiya," he said, his voice soft and tenor as usual. "But the SOS Brigade has to disband."
The young brunette began to form the mouth shape for the word, "why", but before any sound came out, Itsuki struck. The knife made one quick slash to Haruhi's throat and her eyes grew wide. The ground actually began shaking like an earthquake as Haruhi's fresh wound poured dark red. The next stab was quick and stuck inside the brunette's body like a dart in a dartboard. The knife plunged perfectly into the left of Haruhi's chest, right into her heart, and as blood splattered, some landing on Itsuki, he stepped back and Kyon took a slow step toward him. The earth now shook at close to a magnitude of nine, for about ten seconds, before it suddenly stopped.
The blood that had stained Itsuki's hands and arms began to lift… almost evaporate. It rose in tiny particles from where it had been, and it broke apart into tinier and tinier particles until it disappeared completely into thin air. The blood that stained Haruhi's body and the bed underneath and around her did the same, and soon the blood from the wounds evaporated directly from the source. Haruhi laid lifelessly on the bed, and starting at her fingers and toes, she began to dissolve like her blood had. Itsuki looked into her lifeless eyes until they disappeared as well… they were the last to do so.
The knife fell into the bed, as clean and shining as it had started out, on top of Haruhi's clothes, right down to her pajamas, bra, and panties. They lay in a heap, the knife on top, completely free of blood, as if someone had taken them off and carelessly tossed them onto the bed.
Itsuki suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to be greeted by Kyon's lips against his own. He surrendered the power he'd felt as the knife plunged into Haruhi's heart, and he let himself fall into Kyon's arms helplessly, love washing over his exhausted body.
This is -MAYBE- the last chapter, unless people request an epilogue, in which case I'd be happy to write one. What did you guys think of my murder? It was my first time writing any sort of death, or anything involving blood, so I hope I did a good job. Make sure to review and tell me how I did, and don't be bashful if you think I should write an epilogue. Let me know!~