The Genderbending of Haruhi Suzumiya [Spoilers Aplenty]

[Kagedanji]

Originally Posted by vb4

@C.A.
You're extremely good at drawing. This is what the project needs.^^

"Extremely"... Not how I'd describe it, but it's still great art. I wish I had a tablet so I could properly show off mine.

[DJ_RockmanX]

Going backwards:

Originally Posted by Discreet

Of course, I've still completely fallen in love with this project so I guess that makes me a total hypocrite/idiot, but still, the level of situation/character action/etc. change is too much for my liking.

We'll find a way. Even the "final" version is only a first release until we get reviews from the fandom itself.

@vb4: Good luck as always.

@Jinsoo and C.A.: Nice work.

Originally Posted by BookOfMages

@Ohshnapz We already have cosplayers? >_> Wow look at the rate we have going, Cosplayers, Many Artworks, Main Project, Sub Project, T-Shirt Makers, Character songs, etc. This must be a proud moment for us all.

*wipes off more manly tears*

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And blogger Shin saw fit to report about us again.

http://www.atalude.net/?p=302

[C.A.]

Originally Posted by vb4

Yeah, the progress grows...

@C.A.
You're extremely good at drawing. This is what the project needs.^^

P.S.
I'll go now to sleep...
Who will bet with me on the amount of pages I have to read after I wake up again?
I'd say 15, because now the thread's gotten faster again.

Thanks.

I've drawn whole day and its almost 6am, I wouldn't want to sleep if not for this:



Kuyoh is giving me a major headache, that mess of hair. I have no idea how to keep that mass after genderbending, its a must have factor for her character and appearance. Hard to be noticed at first, but once noticed, Kuyoh's hair make her stand out like a thorn anywhere, anytime.

I want to start prototypes(If I'm the first) of the 3 for I've not seen(in the mere 70+ pages I've read) them being drawn yet.

I find male Sasaki I've drawn to be alright, but Kyoko is weird someway. Please do comment on them and especially ideas for Kuyoh.

I shall now sleep and continue tomorrow, which could be my last day to post here for the next month(again).

EDIT: Oh my pics are drawn as 'concept art', and I didn't really put effort into quality, I just want to pump out as many pics as possible before I return to camp. My way to contribute here before I get stuck in army again.

[ClockWorkAngel]

When I first saw Kuyoh I was thinking; how the hell can she have that much hair? Aliens of the Canopy Domain have such weird tastes! I don't think that the male version need the same amount of hair; maybe just the style; a big bulb of hair would probably suffice.

[Tyabann]

Originally Posted by ClockWorkAngel

When I first saw Kuyoh I was thinking; how the hell can she have that much hair? Aliens of the Canopy Domain have such weird tastes! I don't think that the male version need the same amount of hair; maybe just the style; a big bulb of hair would probably suffice.

Afro, maybe?

[Kagedanji]

I say ponytail or mullet.

......Btw, slowly waiting for my wall-of-text excerpt on the front page to be replaced with my new two part version.

[CrowKenobi]

Originally Posted by Kaisos Erranon

Afro, maybe?

Then Kuyoh can only be: NABESHIN!



And how many pages since yesterday?

Genderbend cosplay? Keep up the good work!

[BookOfMages]

Originally Posted by DJ_RockmanX

*wipes off more manly tears*

@For Kuyoh Male: One word.....Afro.

and for Kyoko is well a twintailed cutesy girl who seems to have a thing for Saski. So as a guy I just think for the hair well, draw her hair, got it? Then...erase the pigtails.

DUN!

[ClockWorkAngel]

I don't think he should have an afro, it would probaby look very awkward; remember they were made to BLEND into the population. Unless you think that the more suspicious a person looks like the less suspicious they really are . But then you'd be crazy or be Haruki :S.

[Tyabann]

Originally Posted by ClockWorkAngel

I don't think he should have an afro, it would probaby look very awkward; remember they were made to BLEND into the population. Unless you think that the more suspicious a person looks like the less suspicious they really are . But then you'd be crazy or be Haruki :S.

Kuyoh has the ability to make herself essentially invisible. Sort of like the Somebody Else's Problem Field in HHGTTG or the Leaky Cauldron in Harry Potter.

[Puffendahl]

Originally Posted by C.A.

Kuyoh is giving me a major headache, that mess of hair.

I know how you feel. I attempted to genderbend those three a few days before registering here too, but eventually gave up because Kuyoh completely ruined the otherwise-okay group pic I had drawn of them. That hair really is crazy...

But it's okay. After all, in the frustration of not succeeding in drawing the other three, I ended up drawing a female Fujiwara, and the pic turned out okay. And it was because I got a sudden urge of wanting to post that pic that I ended up joining here.

So I owe being able to be a part of this awesomeness to... Kuyoh's hair

[CrowKenobi]

Why not leave the hair as is?

The simple solution, really. All we have to do is just ignore that a male Kuyoh has a mane of hair... it's somebody else's problem, right?

(nice idea there, K.E.!)

[Discreet]

So now I can't read Haruhi without analyzing it piece by piece.

My interpretation of chap 2 part 1, changes in bold from the latest version so you can just skip the sentences with no bold in it.

Spoiler:

It seemed like my horrible premonition had come true.

After class, Haruki didn't disappear instantly from the classroom as usual. This time, he picked me up off the ground as though I weighed nothing, and proceeded to carry me (kicking and yelling) through the corridors, up the stairs, and all the way to just in front of the door leading to the rooftop.

This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to be swept off my feet by a handsome prince. I don’t even want to think about what the rest of the class must have thought...

The door here is usually locked, and the staircase above the fourth floor seems to have been used as a storage room by the Art Club. Giant canvases, near broken picture frames, statues of war gods with missing noses and such are all piled up in this little staircase, making what is supposed to be a narrow space even narrower.

What's the point in bringing me to a place like this? Is he going to make me his bride? I’m not an alien! Put me down!

He did.

"Help me out."

...Haruki said with both his hands on my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes. This feels like a confession.

Great, now I’m blushing.

"Help with what?"

"Help me make my new club!"

"Why do I have to help you make a new club? Tell me that, first!"

"I'll go find members and a room, so you go get the chartering paperwork."

He wasn't even listening to me!

I managed to untangle myself from Haruki's grip. "What exactly is this club going to be about?"

"Doesn't matter. The important thing is to make the club first!"

I really don't think the school's gonna let you make a club with no clear goals in mind, Haruki.

"Understood? Find out what you have to do before school's out, and I'll find us a room before that! OK?"

No!

...except that if I had said that, I got the feeling that I'd he'd have done something horrible to me. While I was hesitating on the best way to phrase a complete and outright refusal, Haruki had already run off down the stairs, leaving a very disorientated schoolgirl standing alone at the top of a dusty stairwell.

"...I didn't say yes or no yet..."

Sigh. No point telling my woes to a plaster statue. I could only drag my heavy feet back towards the classroom, trying to work out how to explain all this to my curious classmates.


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Requirements for the creation of an 'association':

Five or more members. A sponsor teacher, a club name, a designated chairperson, and a summery of projected club goals and activities. Approval from the School Council Executive Committee. Adherence to the School Policy of creativity and vivaciousness. Based on the association's records and results, the Executive Committee reserves the right to promote the association into a 'Research Society'. Associations do not get school funding.

I didn't really have to go out and look for the requirements because they were all listed at the back of the student handbook.

The membership requirements would be easy to take care of; we could probably just grab anybody to make up the numbers. And it probably wouldn't be much harder to get a teacher to sponsor us. The name merely had to be inoffensive... and the chairperson? No doubt it'd be Haruki himself.

I was willing to bet, however, that our club activities were probably not going to adhere to school policy.

Well, that's what I told him. But Suzumiya Haruki is the kind of person who only hears what he wants to hear.


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As the bell rang to signify the end of class, Haruki demonstrated his horrific, ogre-like strength again as he simply grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and took off. It was all I could do to grab my bag before we zoomed away.

"Where the hell are we going!?" I asked, because that's what any normal person would do. And I was panicking at my second kidnapping in a day.

"The clubroom!" was Haruki's curt response, as he bowled over a few slow-moving students before sinking back into silence.

Put me down, you idiot! Your hands are dangerously close to a place that will get you slapped!

We crossed the passages between buildings and descended the stairs to the first floor, before heading to a different building and hurtling up another staircase. Haruki stopped in the middle of a dimly-lit hallway, and finally set me down.

There was a door in front of us. Literature Club, the crooked nametag above the door announced.

"Here it is!"

Without even knocking, Haruki opened the door and barged into the room without even a hint of consideration for anybody. Reluctantly, I followed him inside.

The room was surprisingly large, maybe because the only things inside were a long table, cold metal chairs, and a few steel bookshelves. Tiny cracks on the ceiling and walls told the tale of the decrepit state of the building.

And seated in one of the metal chairs, as though he were just another piece of furniture, sat a skinny male student reading a thick hardcover novel.

"This room is now our clubroom!" announced Haruki in a dignified fashion, crossing his arms across his chest. His face was shining with that fiery, energetic smile. If only he'd show that smile in class, I mused.

"Hang on a second." I said. "Where is this place?"

"We're in the Cultural and Arts club building! You know how the Art Club and the Orchestra get their own art and music rooms? Well, clubs that don't get special rooms like that hold all their meetings here, in this building. It's called the Old Complex. And this particular room happens to belong to the Literature Club!"

Did he spend a period memorizing all of that?

"Then, what about the Literature Club?"

Haruki waved a hand dismissively. "After all the third-years graduated in spring, the club had zero members. If nobody had joined this year, the club would've been cancelled."

What about the guy in the corner?

"Well, as it is, he's their only new member. He's a first-year, like us."

"Well, then, the club hasn't been cancelled!"

"Close enough, right? A club with only a single member is the same as one with none, you know?"

You... idiot! We're going to just take over other people's clubrooms now?

I glanced at the Literature Club's newest member. He had short hair and glasses, and hadn't looked up once. Apart from his fingers moving merely to turn a page of his novel, he hadn't moved at all, and was completely ignoring our presence. Another strange one...

"What about him?" I whispered sideways to Haruki.

"He said he's fine with it."

"For real?"

"I asked him during lunch. I told him I needed him to lend us the room, and he said go ahead, so long as he can read his books in here in peace. Guess he's a bit of a weirdo, huh?"

You're one to talk, Haruki. I took another look at our oddball Literature Club member.

His skin was pale, his face expressionless. Robotic finger movements. Thick, square glasses glared sharply in the sunlight, concealing his eyes; it made me want to take them off to see what he looked like. He was almost like some sort of living doll.

As if he had noticed my observations, he suddenly lifted his head and adjusted his glasses slightly. Dark-colored eyes stared at me from beneath those thick lenses; his face revealed no expression at all. He was almost entirely unlike Haruki - his face defaulted to a poker face.

It was a little scary, actually.

"Nagato Yuuki."

His tone suggested that most people would forget his name within three seconds of hearing it. He stared at me for a moment, then, as if losing interest, turned back to his book.

"Say, Nagato-kun." I said, hesitantly. "Haruki here wants to use your room for an I-have-no-idea-what Club. Is that really alright with you?"

"Yes."

His eyes never left his book once.

"It might be troublesome for you."

"No matter."

"You might even get chased out of here or something..."

"Feel free."

Quick responses were good, but there was no sense of feeling in any of them. I guess he really didn't care either way, so long as he had his books.

"Right, then, it's decided!" Haruki interjected. He sounded really hyper; it gave me a bad feeling. How much caffeine have you had today, Haruki?

"We’ll meet in this room after school everyday from now on. Be sure to come! Or else~!"

He said this with a smile as dazzling as the crescent moon. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

I really didn’t want to know what twisted schemes he might have if I don’t show up.

Concerning the last line it was previously:

"If I didn't agree, he might decide to drag me off to a Love Hotel or something equally horrible."

And while I think that's a great line, I think there should be some room for subtlety when it comes to Kyonko's OBVIOUS crush on Haruki.

[Mizuno]

What a great idea of a project.

Just wondering if 'Kyonko' is now the official name, wouldn't it sound better if it's 'Kyou'?

[Tyabann]

Originally Posted by Kenta

What a great idea of a project.

Just wondering if 'Kyonko' is now the official name, wouldn't it sound better if it's 'Kyou'?

Official name is Kyon. Fan-nickname is Kyon-ko or Kyon-chan.

[Puffendahl]

Originally Posted by Kenta

What a great idea of a project.

Just wondering if 'Kyonko' is now the official name, wouldn't it sound better if it's 'Kyou'?

Kyonko is mostly just used in discussions, so there wouldn't be any confusion on whether one is referring to the female or the male counterpart (at least that's why I use "Kyonko" myself). In the actual writing, she is usually simply referred to as Kyon (or Kyon-chan, or both).

EDIT: Oops, too late

[Kristen]

"Dear Diary,

Oh. My. God. You have like no clue what happened today! It was, like, totally, ah! I was so, like... You have no idea! It was just soooo...! Eeh!

Breath, Kyon-ko. Calm down. The diary won't listen to you if you let your hormones talk.

So, today in school, I was going to the SOS brigade and accidentally stumbled in on Minoru changing. No "birdie", thankfully, but still, he was just so cute! The muscles rippling on his chest were just, so, like, amazing! I was like, totally, AH!

Calm down. Calm down. Well, he naturally kicked me out of the room, but still! I should have taken a picture! That picture would have been hanging on my wall next to my pictures of K*mina, under my picture of Arch*r, and right above my picture of Kon*ta. Minoru, you can do what those definitions of gar did and more!

By the way, diary, I hope you liked that bow I attached to your front. I think it looks cute on you.

So, tomorrow's Easter. What do you think I should wear? A sun dress sound good to you? Red or pink? Haruki naturally is making up celebrate it along with all those weird holidays he celebrates, so why not be festive? They dye eggs in the west, why can't we?

Sincerely,
Kyon-ko"

[Jintor]

Originally Posted by Discreet

So now I can't read Haruhi without analyzing it piece by piece.

My interpretation of chap 2 part 1, changes in bold from the latest version so you can just skip the sentences with no bold in it.

Spoiler:

It seemed like my horrible premonition had come true.

After class, Haruki didn't disappear instantly from the classroom as usual. This time, he picked me up off the ground as though I weighed nothing, and proceeded to carry me (kicking and yelling) through the corridors, up the stairs, and all the way to just in front of the door leading to the rooftop.

This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to be swept off my feet by a handsome prince. I don’t even want to think about what the rest of the class must have thought...

The door here is usually locked, and the staircase above the fourth floor seems to have been used as a storage room by the Art Club. Giant canvases, near broken picture frames, statues of war gods with missing noses and such are all piled up in this little staircase, making what is supposed to be a narrow space even narrower.

What's the point in bringing me to a place like this? Is he going to make me his bride? I’m not an alien! Put me down!

He did.

"Help me out."

...Haruki said with both his hands on my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes. This feels like a confession.

Great, now I’m blushing.

"Help with what?"

"Help me make my new club!"

"Why do I have to help you make a new club? Tell me that, first!"

"I'll go find members and a room, so you go get the chartering paperwork."

He wasn't even listening to me!

I managed to untangle myself from Haruki's grip. "What exactly is this club going to be about?"

"Doesn't matter. The important thing is to make the club first!"

I really don't think the school's gonna let you make a club with no clear goals in mind, Haruki.

"Understood? Find out what you have to do before school's out, and I'll find us a room before that! OK?"

No!

...except that if I had said that, I got the feeling that I'd he'd have done something horrible to me. While I was hesitating on the best way to phrase a complete and outright refusal, Haruki had already run off down the stairs, leaving a very disorientated schoolgirl standing alone at the top of a dusty stairwell.

"...I didn't say yes or no yet..."

Sigh. No point telling my woes to a plaster statue. I could only drag my heavy feet back towards the classroom, trying to work out how to explain all this to my curious classmates.


------


Requirements for the creation of an 'association':

Five or more members. A sponsor teacher, a club name, a designated chairperson, and a summery of projected club goals and activities. Approval from the School Council Executive Committee. Adherence to the School Policy of creativity and vivaciousness. Based on the association's records and results, the Executive Committee reserves the right to promote the association into a 'Research Society'. Associations do not get school funding.

I didn't really have to go out and look for the requirements because they were all listed at the back of the student handbook.

The membership requirements would be easy to take care of; we could probably just grab anybody to make up the numbers. And it probably wouldn't be much harder to get a teacher to sponsor us. The name merely had to be inoffensive... and the chairperson? No doubt it'd be Haruki himself.

I was willing to bet, however, that our club activities were probably not going to adhere to school policy.

Well, that's what I told him. But Suzumiya Haruki is the kind of person who only hears what he wants to hear.


-----


As the bell rang to signify the end of class, Haruki demonstrated his horrific, ogre-like strength again as he simply grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and took off. It was all I could do to grab my bag before we zoomed away.

"Where the hell are we going!?" I asked, because that's what any normal person would do. And I was panicking at my second kidnapping in a day.

"The clubroom!" was Haruki's curt response, as he bowled over a few slow-moving students before sinking back into silence.

Put me down, you idiot! Your hands are dangerously close to a place that will get you slapped!

We crossed the passages between buildings and descended the stairs to the first floor, before heading to a different building and hurtling up another staircase. Haruki stopped in the middle of a dimly-lit hallway, and finally set me down.

There was a door in front of us. Literature Club, the crooked nametag above the door announced.

"Here it is!"

Without even knocking, Haruki opened the door and barged into the room without even a hint of consideration for anybody. Reluctantly, I followed him inside.

The room was surprisingly large, maybe because the only things inside were a long table, cold metal chairs, and a few steel bookshelves. Tiny cracks on the ceiling and walls told the tale of the decrepit state of the building.

And seated in one of the metal chairs, as though he were just another piece of furniture, sat a skinny male student reading a thick hardcover novel.

"This room is now our clubroom!" announced Haruki in a dignified fashion, crossing his arms across his chest. His face was shining with that fiery, energetic smile. If only he'd show that smile in class, I mused.

"Hang on a second." I said. "Where is this place?"

"We're in the Cultural and Arts club building! You know how the Art Club and the Orchestra get their own art and music rooms? Well, clubs that don't get special rooms like that hold all their meetings here, in this building. It's called the Old Complex. And this particular room happens to belong to the Literature Club!"

Did he spend a period memorizing all of that?

"Then, what about the Literature Club?"

Haruki waved a hand dismissively. "After all the third-years graduated in spring, the club had zero members. If nobody had joined this year, the club would've been cancelled."

What about the guy in the corner?

"Well, as it is, he's their only new member. He's a first-year, like us."

"Well, then, the club hasn't been cancelled!"

"Close enough, right? A club with only a single member is the same as one with none, you know?"

You... idiot! We're going to just take over other people's clubrooms now?

I glanced at the Literature Club's newest member. He had short hair and glasses, and hadn't looked up once. Apart from his fingers moving merely to turn a page of his novel, he hadn't moved at all, and was completely ignoring our presence. Another strange one...

"What about him?" I whispered sideways to Haruki.

"He said he's fine with it."

"For real?"

"I asked him during lunch. I told him I needed him to lend us the room, and he said go ahead, so long as he can read his books in here in peace. Guess he's a bit of a weirdo, huh?"

You're one to talk, Haruki. I took another look at our oddball Literature Club member.

His skin was pale, his face expressionless. Robotic finger movements. Thick, square glasses glared sharply in the sunlight, concealing his eyes; it made me want to take them off to see what he looked like. He was almost like some sort of living doll.

As if he had noticed my observations, he suddenly lifted his head and adjusted his glasses slightly. Dark-colored eyes stared at me from beneath those thick lenses; his face revealed no expression at all. He was almost entirely unlike Haruki - his face defaulted to a poker face.

It was a little scary, actually.

"Nagato Yuuki."

His tone suggested that most people would forget his name within three seconds of hearing it. He stared at me for a moment, then, as if losing interest, turned back to his book.

"Say, Nagato-kun." I said, hesitantly. "Haruki here wants to use your room for an I-have-no-idea-what Club. Is that really alright with you?"

"Yes."

His eyes never left his book once.

"It might be troublesome for you."

"No matter."

"You might even get chased out of here or something..."

"Feel free."

Quick responses were good, but there was no sense of feeling in any of them. I guess he really didn't care either way, so long as he had his books.

"Right, then, it's decided!" Haruki interjected. He sounded really hyper; it gave me a bad feeling. How much caffeine have you had today, Haruki?

"We’ll meet in this room after school everyday from now on. Be sure to come! Or else~!"

He said this with a smile as dazzling as the crescent moon. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

I really didn’t want to know what twisted schemes he might have if I don’t show up.

Concerning the last line it was previously:

"If I didn't agree, he might decide to drag me off to a Love Hotel or something equally horrible."

And while I think that's a great line, I think there should be some room for subtlety when it comes to Kyonko's OBVIOUS crush on Haruki.

These edits are hereby declared official.

(Kaisos, you're going to have to point out the more subtle shout-outs within your rewrites. : D

I'll go back and editjob back in the TTGL references...)

/EDIT Discreet, I think we're going for hilarity/awesomeness over accuracy. It's a fanwork - we're free to do whatever we want! Within the bounds of sanity, of course.

[Tyabann]

Originally Posted by Jintor

(Kaisos, you're going to have to point out the more subtle shout-outs within your rewrites. : D)

Eh. I try, but why shove in constant comments?

[Jintor]

Because otherwise I'll miss them and your brilliant work will be crushed by ham-handed editing? : P