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[February 2][Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu] Bad Joke
Title: Bad Joke
Day/Theme: Feb 2 / found the dark in you
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
Characters: Kyon, Koizumi
Rating: PG
Another Endless Eight iteration
They were in one of the setback terraces in Nagato’s apartment building that summer night. This time it was for star gazing, though at this point, only the telescope had its lone eye to the heavens. Nagato sat neatly on a chair she had brought out earlier and was reading under the dim light escaping from indoors. The boys leaned over a boundary wall, talking quietly as they watch the moving lights of the city below them. The two other members of the SOS Brigade seemed conjoined by hair and limbs just beside them, using each other as pillows, their backs against the wall, their faces touched by moonlight.
There was no denying it but the sight of her and the always appealing Asahina-san tugged at his heartstrings the same way a bunch of cute puppies would any normal person in possession of a heart. This was better, because she was quiet, save for her deep, even breathing, and her face lacked that borderline maniacal grin she wore when hatching yet another scheme. The image, however, set off a bunch of other images in some dark room at the back of his mind, even as the rest of his functional brain struggled with how the Brigade could possibly get out of the time loop they were stuck in. Part of him squelched the unbidden fantasies as quickly as they took form, but the other patted the uncomfortable knot of guilt and horror indulgently, with an assurance that he was a healthy teenage boy and boys will be boys, even with one Suzumiya Haruhi.
He banished the images, anyway. (They burned into his memory, though, and were almost definitely retrievable, if he ever wanted them back.) There were other things he needed to focus on at the moment. In the words of Koizumi from a few nights back, it was an emergency and they were running out of time.
“What does she want anyway?” he asked in exasperation, turning away firmly from the two girls slumped adorably against each other.
“There’s the rub now, isn’t it?” Koizumi said with his calm. “If we had any way of knowing, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“It must be something she hasn’t thought of herself,” muttered Kyon. It was like trying to scratch the inner canal of his ear, which responding to the power of suggestion, was starting to itch now. “Like what?”
“Something basic and rooted in her subconscious?” the esper suggested. “How about you doing this?”
He pushed away from the terrace wall, came to step behind Kyon, and set both hands against the railing. Suddenly trapped in between concrete and his schoolmate, Kyon only had time to process curiosity and the usual irritation inspired by the other, before Koizumi leaned over and professed.
“I love you.”
Kyon shivered violently at having a) his personal space violated, and b) Koizumi’s breath against his ear. He twisted around to glare at his schoolmate, while a pinky tried to scratch the damned inner ear canal. “What the hell—”
“Or I can do it,” the esper interrupted magnanimously. He paused at Kyon’s sudden stillness, then, smiled. “Of course, we’re risking the end of the world in case she’s not among the statistics of girls liking that sort of thing.”
Kyon gawked at him, his brain slower on the uptake and only knowing filling with a different brand of images all together. The only reason why he didn’t deck the smiley faced bastard right then was because he didn’t want to risk waking up Haruhi. What if she was part of the population that liked the sort of thing? Would Mr. Yes-man here go as far as to sexually harass him for the sake of completing his goddess’s summer vacation? Would Nagato, overloaded by the thousands of repetitions of the last two weeks of summer vacation, turn a blind eye and feed him to this rabid dog, just to escape the temporal loop? Was he supposed to be a team player and just take it or would Haruhi actually want to see him try to fight and inevitably lose as this bastard degraded him? What sort of thing, was he talking about anyway?!
“We’ll only confuse poor Suzumiya-san,” explained Koizumi, as if that should be their utmost consideration. “After all, neither of us—to my knowledge, at least—have ever hinted on romantic interest on Suzumiya-san and one of us pulls a confession out of the blue.”
Kyon froze, discombobulated by the esper’s seeming shift of direction, yet again. He stared at Koizumi another full minute, the accusation in his eyes boring relentlessly into the other’s benign but unreadable face. I’m on to you, you conniving bastard, he wanted to shriek, but that would mean he exposing the degree of his freaking out over Koizumi’s “demonstration,” and perhaps even let slip the extent of his evidently overactive imagination.
“Unless, you really do want to confess to Suzumiya-san, but just never had the confidence to do so? Around now would be the perfect time to do it.”
Kyon’s eyebrow twitched, as he puffed a sigh and wiggled away from his odious friend. Embarrassed at his overreaction, Kyon walked to the opposite side of the rooftop. While interesting, he doubted Haruhi would be very happy if she lost a member to a swift vengeance that might just involve a long fall and a fatality.
“I love you, my ass,” he muttered.
And he tried not to think about it, anymore.
02022011 23:54
Day/Theme: Feb 2 / found the dark in you
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu
Characters: Kyon, Koizumi
Rating: PG
Another Endless Eight iteration
They were in one of the setback terraces in Nagato’s apartment building that summer night. This time it was for star gazing, though at this point, only the telescope had its lone eye to the heavens. Nagato sat neatly on a chair she had brought out earlier and was reading under the dim light escaping from indoors. The boys leaned over a boundary wall, talking quietly as they watch the moving lights of the city below them. The two other members of the SOS Brigade seemed conjoined by hair and limbs just beside them, using each other as pillows, their backs against the wall, their faces touched by moonlight.
There was no denying it but the sight of her and the always appealing Asahina-san tugged at his heartstrings the same way a bunch of cute puppies would any normal person in possession of a heart. This was better, because she was quiet, save for her deep, even breathing, and her face lacked that borderline maniacal grin she wore when hatching yet another scheme. The image, however, set off a bunch of other images in some dark room at the back of his mind, even as the rest of his functional brain struggled with how the Brigade could possibly get out of the time loop they were stuck in. Part of him squelched the unbidden fantasies as quickly as they took form, but the other patted the uncomfortable knot of guilt and horror indulgently, with an assurance that he was a healthy teenage boy and boys will be boys, even with one Suzumiya Haruhi.
He banished the images, anyway. (They burned into his memory, though, and were almost definitely retrievable, if he ever wanted them back.) There were other things he needed to focus on at the moment. In the words of Koizumi from a few nights back, it was an emergency and they were running out of time.
“What does she want anyway?” he asked in exasperation, turning away firmly from the two girls slumped adorably against each other.
“There’s the rub now, isn’t it?” Koizumi said with his calm. “If we had any way of knowing, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”
“It must be something she hasn’t thought of herself,” muttered Kyon. It was like trying to scratch the inner canal of his ear, which responding to the power of suggestion, was starting to itch now. “Like what?”
“Something basic and rooted in her subconscious?” the esper suggested. “How about you doing this?”
He pushed away from the terrace wall, came to step behind Kyon, and set both hands against the railing. Suddenly trapped in between concrete and his schoolmate, Kyon only had time to process curiosity and the usual irritation inspired by the other, before Koizumi leaned over and professed.
“I love you.”
Kyon shivered violently at having a) his personal space violated, and b) Koizumi’s breath against his ear. He twisted around to glare at his schoolmate, while a pinky tried to scratch the damned inner ear canal. “What the hell—”
“Or I can do it,” the esper interrupted magnanimously. He paused at Kyon’s sudden stillness, then, smiled. “Of course, we’re risking the end of the world in case she’s not among the statistics of girls liking that sort of thing.”
Kyon gawked at him, his brain slower on the uptake and only knowing filling with a different brand of images all together. The only reason why he didn’t deck the smiley faced bastard right then was because he didn’t want to risk waking up Haruhi. What if she was part of the population that liked the sort of thing? Would Mr. Yes-man here go as far as to sexually harass him for the sake of completing his goddess’s summer vacation? Would Nagato, overloaded by the thousands of repetitions of the last two weeks of summer vacation, turn a blind eye and feed him to this rabid dog, just to escape the temporal loop? Was he supposed to be a team player and just take it or would Haruhi actually want to see him try to fight and inevitably lose as this bastard degraded him? What sort of thing, was he talking about anyway?!
“We’ll only confuse poor Suzumiya-san,” explained Koizumi, as if that should be their utmost consideration. “After all, neither of us—to my knowledge, at least—have ever hinted on romantic interest on Suzumiya-san and one of us pulls a confession out of the blue.”
Kyon froze, discombobulated by the esper’s seeming shift of direction, yet again. He stared at Koizumi another full minute, the accusation in his eyes boring relentlessly into the other’s benign but unreadable face. I’m on to you, you conniving bastard, he wanted to shriek, but that would mean he exposing the degree of his freaking out over Koizumi’s “demonstration,” and perhaps even let slip the extent of his evidently overactive imagination.
“Unless, you really do want to confess to Suzumiya-san, but just never had the confidence to do so? Around now would be the perfect time to do it.”
Kyon’s eyebrow twitched, as he puffed a sigh and wiggled away from his odious friend. Embarrassed at his overreaction, Kyon walked to the opposite side of the rooftop. While interesting, he doubted Haruhi would be very happy if she lost a member to a swift vengeance that might just involve a long fall and a fatality.
“I love you, my ass,” he muttered.
And he tried not to think about it, anymore.
02022011 23:54