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[Jan 31][Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu] Going to hell but not actually staying there
Title: Going to hell but not actually staying there
Day / Theme: January 31 / the sciences sing a lullaby
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
Characters: Koizumi, Kyon
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 580
The balmy evening was punctuated by wisps of air, cool enough to raise goose pimples on his nape but not enough to make anybody in their party uncomfortable. Indeed, what with the clear, starry skies overhead, the rivaling brightness of the city view from Nagato’s verandah, and the sight of two cute girls sleeping together (not like that), he had to admit it was almost a perfect summer night.
It would have been perfect without the threat of having to rinse-repeat through it unknowingly for god-knows how many times. And there’s the rub. Never mind somehow ferreting out a reason and fixing things to the satisfaction of her royal painfulness, but did “god” herself even know what she wanted?
Koizumi had gone through several scenarios. Kyon had thought the idea of faking a confession was ridiculous, but the esper managed whip out even crappier ideas straight from his ass. He has sneaked a couple of beers with him and had offered one to Kyon with his usual enigmatic smile. Kyon wanted to hammer that smile off his face with the said beer can. He managed to resist and simply began sipping on their clandestine drink. After all, if Haruhi woke up from the sound of breaking bone, they’re either going to have to sit through an ear-splitting lecture on underage drinking or they’re all going to get in trouble in an operation to sneak off with some more.
“Perhaps, if Suzumiya-san herself is kept awake at the stroke of midnight of the 31st, her merely expecting that the 1st come will break the cycle.”
“Sure,” Kyon said sarcastically. “Let’s drug her and keep her awake all night on a school night. I’m sure she’ll let that slide. How about IV coffee?”
“Intravenous caffeine might work, “ Koizumi mused. “But why stop there? Why not go for more interesting stimulants? Since the likelihood of this plan succeeding is close to nil, this should be perfect opportunity to experiment on pharmacologic amusements.”
Kyon stared at the benign face of his school mate, trying to decide whether he was actually being dared by the man posing to be perfect.
“While we’re at it, why not walk the even wilder side?” the esper asked, moving closer to his poker-faced friend. “Vandalism, petty theft, sleeping with prostitutes, cross-dressing, swinging the other way—”
Kyon decided was being mocked by this bastard, whose face was way too close to his, on top of everything else. Kyon resisted the itch to smash his fist on it, determined to avoid falling for the baited bullshit.
“Sordid one-night stands, gratuitously gushy confessions—”
“Bro-rape and homicide.”
“There you go. And the most beautiful part of it is that there is absolutely no guilt involved. As long as we don’t get caught by Suzumiya-san,
of course. You game?”
The unruffled calm of the handsome man unnerved Kyon. A part of him wanted to say yes in the most nonchalant way possible just to show that ass clown he could play the same game, but there was a certain gnawing fear that actually freaked him out. What if the smiley-faced bastard actually called his bluff and challenged him to do any of the above.
At last, Kyon settled with a not-so suave, “Go to hell.”
Koizumi merely laughed and let the subject drop. Even worse than losing against Koizumi’s ribbing was the fact that Nagato probably heard everything and filed it way together with the other fifteen-thousand-plus repetitions of the conversation.
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2331
Day / Theme: January 31 / the sciences sing a lullaby
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
Characters: Koizumi, Kyon
Rating: PG for language
Word Count: 580
The balmy evening was punctuated by wisps of air, cool enough to raise goose pimples on his nape but not enough to make anybody in their party uncomfortable. Indeed, what with the clear, starry skies overhead, the rivaling brightness of the city view from Nagato’s verandah, and the sight of two cute girls sleeping together (not like that), he had to admit it was almost a perfect summer night.
It would have been perfect without the threat of having to rinse-repeat through it unknowingly for god-knows how many times. And there’s the rub. Never mind somehow ferreting out a reason and fixing things to the satisfaction of her royal painfulness, but did “god” herself even know what she wanted?
Koizumi had gone through several scenarios. Kyon had thought the idea of faking a confession was ridiculous, but the esper managed whip out even crappier ideas straight from his ass. He has sneaked a couple of beers with him and had offered one to Kyon with his usual enigmatic smile. Kyon wanted to hammer that smile off his face with the said beer can. He managed to resist and simply began sipping on their clandestine drink. After all, if Haruhi woke up from the sound of breaking bone, they’re either going to have to sit through an ear-splitting lecture on underage drinking or they’re all going to get in trouble in an operation to sneak off with some more.
“Perhaps, if Suzumiya-san herself is kept awake at the stroke of midnight of the 31st, her merely expecting that the 1st come will break the cycle.”
“Sure,” Kyon said sarcastically. “Let’s drug her and keep her awake all night on a school night. I’m sure she’ll let that slide. How about IV coffee?”
“Intravenous caffeine might work, “ Koizumi mused. “But why stop there? Why not go for more interesting stimulants? Since the likelihood of this plan succeeding is close to nil, this should be perfect opportunity to experiment on pharmacologic amusements.”
Kyon stared at the benign face of his school mate, trying to decide whether he was actually being dared by the man posing to be perfect.
“While we’re at it, why not walk the even wilder side?” the esper asked, moving closer to his poker-faced friend. “Vandalism, petty theft, sleeping with prostitutes, cross-dressing, swinging the other way—”
Kyon decided was being mocked by this bastard, whose face was way too close to his, on top of everything else. Kyon resisted the itch to smash his fist on it, determined to avoid falling for the baited bullshit.
“Sordid one-night stands, gratuitously gushy confessions—”
“Bro-rape and homicide.”
“There you go. And the most beautiful part of it is that there is absolutely no guilt involved. As long as we don’t get caught by Suzumiya-san,
of course. You game?”
The unruffled calm of the handsome man unnerved Kyon. A part of him wanted to say yes in the most nonchalant way possible just to show that ass clown he could play the same game, but there was a certain gnawing fear that actually freaked him out. What if the smiley-faced bastard actually called his bluff and challenged him to do any of the above.
At last, Kyon settled with a not-so suave, “Go to hell.”
Koizumi merely laughed and let the subject drop. Even worse than losing against Koizumi’s ribbing was the fact that Nagato probably heard everything and filed it way together with the other fifteen-thousand-plus repetitions of the conversation.
01312011
2331