The Genderbending of Haruhi Suzumiya [Spoilers Aplenty]

[besieger]

Flatboard...? Shouldn't it be a washing board?

[Skane]

Originally Posted by besieger

Flatboard...? Shouldn't it be a washing board?

I believe the proper terminology is "Flat Broad".

18. Slang.
a. Usually Offensive. a woman.
b. a promiscuous woman.

Cheers.

[besieger]

I see. Though given my background, I hear of washing board a lot more...

[shaoron]

Originally Posted by Forceflow

YAOI-undertones ahoy~



Sounds... abit unnatural, especially the final sentence here.

Possible replacement for last line:
Thankfully, the poor guy was so freaked out he ran for the hills when Haruki finally released him.


some snark after this?


/cutoff.

Work. Dissect the rest of it later.

1) in the immortal words of Homer simpson... DO'H!!!!

2 &3 ) well i'll leave that to the editors...

Fixed... and thanks for the suggestions


@flat/wash board

i may have said "flat board" here, but i used the term "washboard" on the rewrite

Originally Posted by Skane

I believe the proper terminology is "Flat Broad".

18. Slang.
a. Usually Offensive. a woman.
b. a promiscuous woman.

Cheers.

ummm... no

[Forceflow]

Originally Posted by Skane

I believe the proper terminology is "Flat Broad".

18. Slang.
a. Usually Offensive. a woman.
b. a promiscuous woman.

Cheers.

Don't hear that often. Washing board, airport are for more common in usage.

[Ultima_Rasengan05]

I am lost now...so we're still talking about Kyonko's chest size??

[Fumeiryou]

Change of topic.

Now, here's something to look at, maybe.

You may or may not be familiar with the Sakuranbou loop, popularly known as Mou Ikkai... If you do not know of this, I suggest you take a look at MOU IKKAI.

I, out of boredom and obsession with all things Kyonko, made this over the last 3 days... =.=
You'll need the latest version of Flash to play it, so go get that at Adobe Flash Player.
Here's the link:
MOU IKKAI... Kyonko Edition

It's not perfect, as I didn't care enough to get extremely nitpicky about details, but it's okay, in my opinion. I used some images taken off this thread for a few parts. It also doesn't loop properly, but... whatever.

Enjoy...? Don't shoot me...

[Ultima_Rasengan05]

Is that somewhat similar to the caramelladansen??
Nice flash animation by the way. Really enjoyed it!

Originally Posted by shaoron

i'll go with that then...

Kyonko is now the white demon of North High..

I hope this doesn't come to pass...and come true in the near future......it will cause chaos among fan bases....

[Fumeiryou]

It was sort of a meme for a (very short) while; I think it emerged as more of a rickroll type thing... not totally sure. At least, that's how I found the original about a year ago... got rickrolled into it via a link to some supposed fanproject.

I love the Caramelldansen though. It's my new ringtone. LOL.

And in case someone's been living under a rock and doesn't know what a rickroll is...
(I hope this isn't against the rules or anything... I'll delete it if it is...)

Spoiler for for educational purposes:

It's Kyonko... OMG click here.

[Ultima_Rasengan05]

hahaha man do I hate those misleading rick roll video links.
I know what being rickroll'd is all about, its just that I didn't know there was another alternative similar to that concept.

[shaoron]

Originally Posted by Fumeiryou

It was sort of a meme for a (very short) while; I think it emerged as more of a rickroll type thing... not totally sure. At least, that's how I found the original about a year ago... got rickrolled into it via a link to some supposed fanproject.

I love the Caramelldansen though. It's my new ringtone. LOL.

And in case someone's been living under a rock and doesn't know what a rickroll is...
(I hope this isn't against the rules or anything... I'll delete it if it is...)

Spoiler for for educational purposes:

It's Kyonko... OMG click here.

pfffft! rick rolling is so lame!



DO A BARREL ROLL!

[DaCyclops]

wow.... Kyonko's bust size to Rick Roll..... the way the topics move here...


(you are also reminding me of my urge to write up a "Rick Roll Alert" addon for Firefox. Its like Adblock Plus, but instead highlights Rick Roll links. I wonder if the plugin could be updated fast enough to compete with them?)

(thought just before I post: I wonder how long it would take for someone to Rickroll someone when try try to download the plugin...)

[Cat Megex]

Originally Posted by Fumeiryou

You may or may not be familiar with the Sakuranbou loop, popularly known as Mou Ikkai...

What does that come from, anyway?

EDIT: Nvm...a song called "Sakuranbou", right? XD

EDIT #2: @shaoron: Guess what? I just discovered another version of Unlimited Ripoff Works. XD (Wait till the end of the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyiR-EaQBQw)

[Dangoz]

I'm not too sure... But it first emerged as a Fate Stay Night parody... And suprisingly, unlike Caramelldansen, it has maybe two parodies, including Fumeiryou's version.

Spoiler for For anyone who cares about the other parody:

http://walfas.org/flash/touhou_ikkai2.swf is the link to the Touhou version, by KirbyM.

[shaoron]

Originally Posted by Cat Megex

EDIT #2: @shaoron: Guess what? I just discovered another version of Unlimited Ripoff Works. XD (Wait till the end of the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyiR-EaQBQw)

@longCat Megex

i mearly... "ripoff"
basically.. it's a ripoff of a ripoff...

Original doujin in devart

and that version in the video was slightly altered

i think it's time to change it a bit...

[Fumeiryou]

0.o Wow. This makes me feel bad. I just googled "kyonko 4koma" and guess what it came up with...? The posts quoting my first post and telling me that all those 4-komas have already been translated is the first result from Google. >.<

Yeesh, now even Google is rubbing it in... T_T

On a side note, googling "fate stay night sakuranbou" brings up a site where you can get the original loop mp3.

Note: The 8th result from Google on that search... is, well, the post where I put up my version of Mou Ikkai. That's scary.

[Tyabann]

Vol 1, Chapter 7, Part 2:

Spoiler for Vol 1 Ch 7 Pt 2: The Rage of Haruki Suzumiya:

We reached the stairs leading to the school entrance. I was even sort of grateful to Taniguchi for talking to me, as the weather had sort of cooled down after my conversation with her. Must be all the hot air she uses up.

In hot weather like this, even Haruki could only lie exhausted on his desk, looking at the hills in the distance, full of melancholy.

"Kyon, I'm hot!" He whined.

Really? So am I.

"Fan me with your book."

"Instead of fanning someone else, I'd rather fan myself. I don't have enough energy early in the morning to fan you. Besides, since when am I your slave, anyway?"

Since I joined the SOS Brigade?

Haruki, unresponsive, remained lying lazily on the desk, without his usual pompous energy.

"What do you think Mitsuuru-kun should wear next?" He asked all of a sudden.

Well, after the Chippendale and the maid outfit would be... Hey, wait a minute, there's going to be another costume!?

"Should it be a catboy? Or maybe I should upgrade him to a butler? Maybe I should have him cosplay as Hard Gay…?"

Images of Asahina-senpai flashed through my mind: him blushing furiously, his small body wriggling, being forced into all sorts of costumes. He’s just so cute!

Haruki, guessing what I was thinking, scowled at me. "You look stupid," he decided, flipping his hair out of his face.

Hey, weren't you the one bringing up the subject? I guess he’s right, though, so I won’t argue with him.

While fanning the neck of his uniform with a textbook, Haruki blurted out, "I'm so bored," his mouth perfectly like a heno-ji. He looked like a character from a manga.


------


After school, as always, I headed towards the clubroom. Haruki was on duty this week, so my walk there was free of his depressing atmosphere. As usual, I knocked first and waited for a reply before entering. Like a doll sitting on a chair, a cute maid greeted me with the brightest of smiles, like a sunflower greeting the sun. Ah, I feel so warm!

[Editor’s note: That is the original line. God, I love Mitsuuru.]

Nagato sat by the table reading a book, as cold and pure as the first snowfall of the year.

Argh, what kind of comparisons am I making?

"I'll go and make tea." Putting on his headband, Asahina-senpai went to the side of the rusty table and carefully placed the tea leaves into the teapot.

I sat in the commander's seat, watching Asahina-senpai busying himself, when I suddenly remembered the SD card in my skirt pocket.

Thinking that I’d add the picture to my collection of photos from the other day, I turned on the computer and waited for the hard disk to boot. Once the screen appeared, I opened up the folder labelled “MITSUURU” and entered my password. As expected, the processing speed was unbelievable on the Computer Club's new model. In an instant, pictures of Asahina-senpai's maid costume images appeared on the screen.

After I made sure Asahina-senpai was busy brewing tea, I plugged the SD card into the slot on the front of the computer and transferred Taniguchi’s picture to the MITSUURU folder.

[Editor’s note: Due to my lack of cellphone, I have no idea how these cards actually work, so… advice?]

Looking at the picture of Nagato and me… if that was shown to anyone ignorant of the situation, they’d definitely think we had been doing something perverted in that classroom.

I glanced over at Nagato, and felt myself blushing. I’ve got to think about something else…

It was at that moment that I remembered what the older Asahina-senpai had said to me in the clubroom yesterday. I clicked on one of Asahina-senpai’s photos, and enlarged it again and again.

It was from the time Asahina-senpai was being forced into weird poses by Haruki. His bare chest could be just seen, and there it was, a little black mark. I highlighted that mark and enlarged it further; the image was a bit fuzzy, but sure enough, there was a star-shaped birthmark.

"So that's it." I said to myself

"Did you find something?" Before Asahina-senpai placed the teacup on the desk, I swiftly closed all the image files. I'm pretty meticulous when it comes to this stuff. By the time Asahina-senpai came by my side, he’d find nothing on the screen.
"Huh, what's this? What's inside this "MITSUURU" folder?"

Dammit! Why did I have to go and give that folder such a stupid name?

"Why does that folder have my name? What's inside it? Let me see, c'mon! Let me see!"

I jumped out of the commander’s chair "Aggh, um, what's inside... I wonder? I don't think there's anything. Yeah, that's it, there's nothing inside. Definitely nothing!"

"Liar!" Asahina-senpai cheerfully plopped himself down in the commander’s chair and moved the cursor towards the folder’s icon. No way, buster! I dived forward, trying to grab the mouse from him, ending up draping myself over his body.

"Asahina-senpai, can you please just let go?"

"C'mon, just a peek!" Asahina-senpai, who seemed to be enjoying himself for some reason, continued to fight with me for control of the mouse. I felt the situation was going from bad to worse.

At this moment, a hand reached from behind me and snatched up the mouse.

"What are you two doing?"

We were frozen by a voice colder than absolute zero. Haruki, standing before us, had a scary expression as though she had just witnessed his dad assaulting an innocent girl.

How long has he been here?

I slowly got off of Asahina-senpai’s back, the owner of which was still frozen in shock.

“So, Mitsuuru-kun,” Haruki said quietly. “I see you have managed to become more bold. Good. Congratulations. You’ve earned a Maid Guy badge levelled up.”

What?

“Now get out of my chair.”

At this command, the stunned Asahina-senpai began to move. He got out of the chair, retreated slowly, and then slowly sat down at the table like an ASIMO robot whose batteries were nearly dead. His pale face looked close to tears.

Haruki made a "humph" noise, and flopped himself down in front of the computer. I managed to breathe a sigh of relief, until…

“Huh? What’s this folder?”

Not again…

“Haruki, wait, that’s…” I tried to stop him, but too late, he clicked on it.

Upon viewing the lewd photos of Asahina-senpai inside, Haruki glanced at me. “I thought these photos were deleted…?”

He continued to scroll down through the photos, eventually getting to the photos of me in the bunny outfit. He grinned.

“Heh. I guess this means you enjoyed wearing it? Maybe I should make it a rule that you should wear this in the clubroom from now on?”

“Yeah, sure, why not? Now how about you close that folder so I can—"

Too late, Haruki had seen the final image, the one that Taniguchi had snapped two days ago.

He froze. After a couple seconds, he got up out of the chair and turned towards me, looking livid. "So, you're interested in weak, bookish guys, huh?"

"What are you trying to say?" I responded, quickly and defiantly.

"You’re interested in guys who can’t lift a single arm to defend themselves?”

“I don’t see what this has to do with anything,” I said. Haruki clearly has no idea what he’s talking about.

“When was this taken?”

“Two days ago, why?”

Haruki stared at me for a few seconds. “That was when you started wearing your hair differently. Did he tell you that it looks better on you that way?” He pointed angrily at Nagato, who looked up from his book. “Because that’s—"

A sudden flash of a dark classroom, a flash of steel, and…

“Shut up, you moron!” I found myself yelling all of a sudden.

Haruki looked at the ground. “So that’s how it is, huh….” His head snapped back up to face me, looking angrier than ever. “Listen, you’re forbidden from doing anything like that ever again! This is your chief ordering you! I don’t want you to even so much as talk to him, understand?!”

Haruki had gone too far. “Shut up! You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Sure I can, I just—"

“Asshole! I can’t see why any girl would ever want to date you!”

[Editor’s note: Needs better insult. Srsly.]

Haruki had looked more livid that I’d even seen him, but as I said that, his body seemed to cave in on itself.

“Fine. Fine!” He yelled. “Do what you want, I’m going home!” At that, he turned on his heel, grabbed his schoolbag, and stormed out of the clubroom, slamming the door behind him.

I might have gone a bit too far myself there, but it felt entirely too good to yell at Haruki. Asahina-senpai, staring at the table, avoided looking at me. Nagato simply continued to read his book. Hey, this argument was about you, you know? Show some concern!

At that moment, the door opened.

"Did I just see Suzumiya-san run down the hallway?”

Itsuko, who had just arrived, greeted everyone with her smile.

Since no one else was going to answer, I did. “He wasn’t feeling well. He decided to go home.”

“Are you sure?” She said. “It looked more like he had just had a fight with somebody.”

…How much does she know?

I looked up at Itsuko, whose smile hadn’t wavered, and said finally, "Wanna play Othello?"

"Sure, I haven't played in quite a while." Itsuko, who simply took my non-sequitur in stride, sat down.

As black and white fought for control of the board, (I never thought that Itsuko, who could turn into a glowing sphere, would be so lousy at board games) Asahina-senpai got up and muttered something about making tea, while Nagato, of course, continued to indulge himself in his book.

I’m confused as to why we’re still here.
That's right, that day we conducted our SOS Brigade activities peacefully. Nothing associated with aliens from a different dimension, time travelers from the future, red giants, or blue glowing spheres happened at that time. No one wanted to do anything special, nor did anyone know what he or she should have been doing. We just allowed ourselves to ride on the flow of time, living our high school life idly. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Even though I was dissatisfied with such a normal life, I'd always tell myself, "Why think so much? You've got so much time." And then I would once again look forward to the next day.

Even with the fight today, I was quite happy. I came aimlessly to this clubroom and watched Asahina-senpai work busily like a maid, Nagato sit like a Buddha statue, Itsuko with her bright smile, and Haruki with his energy and mood swings. All these things gave off an aura of complete normality, yet all these had become part of my surprisingly satisfying high school life. Though I've had the out-of-reality experiences of a classmate trying to murder me and seeing fierce monsters appearing in a grey world, I was not certain that they were not figments of my imagination, a result of hypnotism, or even some hallucination.

I was still sort of pissed at Haruki for trying to boss me around, but from a deeper perspective, it was only because of him that I could hang out peacefully with such interesting people. Putting aside the question of "Why me?” maybe someday there'd be other normal humans like me who wanted to join this club.

Still…

Judging by what Itsuko said yesterday… any time that Haruki gets frustrated or depressed, that grey world with the giants appears. So that means that, after today…

Forget it. I’m not his mother. This isn’t my problem. He just needs to grow up.

Because, in this world, there’s only one person who can control Suzumiya Haruki.

And that someone is Suzumiya Haruki himself.

Finally.

[DJ_RockmanX]

Originally Posted by Kaisos Erranon

Vol 1, Chapter 7, Part 2:

Spoiler for Vol 1 Ch 7 Pt 2: The Rage of Haruki Suzumiya:

We reached the stairs leading to the school entrance. I was even sort of grateful to Taniguchi for talking to me, as the weather had sort of cooled down after my conversation with her. Must be all the hot air she uses up.

In hot weather like this, even Haruki could only lie exhausted on his desk, looking at the hills in the distance, full of melancholy.

"Kyon, I'm hot!" He whined.

Really? So am I.

"Fan me with your book."

"Instead of fanning someone else, I'd rather fan myself. I don't have enough energy early in the morning to fan you. Besides, since when am I your slave, anyway?"

Since I joined the SOS Brigade?

Haruki, unresponsive, remained lying lazily on the desk, without his usual pompous energy.

"What do you think Mitsuuru-kun should wear next?" He asked all of a sudden.

Well, after the Chippendale and the maid outfit would be... Hey, wait a minute, there's going to be another costume!?

"Should it be a catboy? Or maybe I should upgrade him to a butler? Maybe I should have him cosplay as Hard Gay…?"

Images of Asahina-senpai flashed through my mind: him blushing furiously, his small body wriggling, being forced into all sorts of costumes. He’s just so cute!

Haruki, guessing what I was thinking, scowled at me. "You look stupid," he decided, flipping his hair out of his face.

Hey, weren't you the one bringing up the subject? I guess he’s right, though, so I won’t argue with him.

While fanning the neck of his uniform with a textbook, Haruki blurted out, "I'm so bored," his mouth perfectly like a heno-ji. He looked like a character from a manga.


------


After school, as always, I headed towards the clubroom. Haruki was on duty this week, so my walk there was free of his depressing atmosphere. As usual, I knocked first and waited for a reply before entering. Like a doll sitting on a chair, a cute maid greeted me with the brightest of smiles, like a sunflower greeting the sun. Ah, I feel so warm!

[Editor’s note: That is the original line. God, I love Mitsuuru.]

Nagato sat by the table reading a book, as cold and pure as the first snowfall of the year.

Argh, what kind of comparisons am I making?

"I'll go and make tea." Putting on his headband, Asahina-senpai went to the side of the rusty table and carefully placed the tea leaves into the teapot.

I sat in the commander's seat, watching Asahina-senpai busying himself, when I suddenly remembered the SD card in my skirt pocket.

Thinking that I’d add the picture to my collection of photos from the other day, I turned on the computer and waited for the hard disk to boot. Once the screen appeared, I opened up the folder labelled “MITSUURU” and entered my password. As expected, the processing speed was unbelievable on the Computer Club's new model. In an instant, pictures of Asahina-senpai's maid costume images appeared on the screen.

After I made sure Asahina-senpai was busy brewing tea, I plugged the SD card into the slot on the front of the computer and transferred Taniguchi’s picture to the MITSUURU folder.

[Editor’s note: Due to my lack of cellphone, I have no idea how these cards actually work, so… advice?]

Looking at the picture of Nagato and me… if that was shown to anyone ignorant of the situation, they’d definitely think we had been doing something perverted in that classroom.

I glanced over at Nagato, and felt myself blushing. I’ve got to think about something else…

It was at that moment that I remembered what the older Asahina-senpai had said to me in the clubroom yesterday. I clicked on one of Asahina-senpai’s photos, and enlarged it again and again.

It was from the time Asahina-senpai was being forced into weird poses by Haruki. His bare chest could be just seen, and there it was, a little black mark. I highlighted that mark and enlarged it further; the image was a bit fuzzy, but sure enough, there was a star-shaped birthmark.

"So that's it." I said to myself

"Did you find something?" Before Asahina-senpai placed the teacup on the desk, I swiftly closed all the image files. I'm pretty meticulous when it comes to this stuff. By the time Asahina-senpai came by my side, he’d find nothing on the screen.
"Huh, what's this? What's inside this "MITSUURU" folder?"

Dammit! Why did I have to go and give that folder such a stupid name?

"Why does that folder have my name? What's inside it? Let me see, c'mon! Let me see!"

I jumped out of the commander’s chair "Aggh, um, what's inside... I wonder? I don't think there's anything. Yeah, that's it, there's nothing inside. Definitely nothing!"

"Liar!" Asahina-senpai cheerfully plopped himself down in the commander’s chair and moved the cursor towards the folder’s icon. No way, buster! I dived forward, trying to grab the mouse from him, ending up draping myself over his body.

"Asahina-senpai, can you please just let go?"

"C'mon, just a peek!" Asahina-senpai, who seemed to be enjoying himself for some reason, continued to fight with me for control of the mouse. I felt the situation was going from bad to worse.

At this moment, a hand reached from behind me and snatched up the mouse.

"What are you two doing?"

We were frozen by a voice colder than absolute zero. Haruki, standing before us, had a scary expression as though she had just witnessed his dad assaulting an innocent girl.

How long has he been here?

I slowly got off of Asahina-senpai’s back, the owner of which was still frozen in shock.

“So, Mitsuuru-kun,” Haruki said quietly. “I see you have managed to become more bold. Good. Congratulations. You’ve earned a Maid Guy badge levelled up.”

What?

“Now get out of my chair.”

At this command, the stunned Asahina-senpai began to move. He got out of the chair, retreated slowly, and then slowly sat down at the table like an ASIMO robot whose batteries were nearly dead. His pale face looked close to tears.

Haruki made a "humph" noise, and flopped himself down in front of the computer. I managed to breathe a sigh of relief, until…

“Huh? What’s this folder?”

Not again…

“Haruki, wait, that’s…” I tried to stop him, but too late, he clicked on it.

Upon viewing the lewd photos of Asahina-senpai inside, Haruki glanced at me. “I thought these photos were deleted…?”

He continued to scroll down through the photos, eventually getting to the photos of me in the bunny outfit. He grinned.

“Heh. I guess this means you enjoyed wearing it? Maybe I should make it a rule that you should wear this in the clubroom from now on?”

“Yeah, sure, why not? Now how about you close that folder so I can—"

Too late, Haruki had seen the final image, the one that Taniguchi had snapped two days ago.

He froze. After a couple seconds, he got up out of the chair and turned towards me, looking livid. "So, you're interested in weak, bookish guys, huh?"

"What are you trying to say?" I responded, quickly and defiantly.

"You’re interested in guys who can’t lift a single arm to defend themselves?”

“I don’t see what this has to do with anything,” I said. Haruki clearly has no idea what he’s talking about.

“When was this taken?”

“Two days ago, why?”

Haruki stared at me for a few seconds. “That was when you started wearing your hair differently. Did he tell you that it looks better on you that way?” He pointed angrily at Nagato, who looked up from his book. “Because that’s—"

A sudden flash of a dark classroom, a flash of steel, and…

“Shut up, you moron!” I found myself yelling all of a sudden.

Haruki looked at the ground. “So that’s how it is, huh….” His head snapped back up to face me, looking angrier than ever. “Listen, you’re forbidden from doing anything like that ever again! This is your chief ordering you! I don’t want you to even so much as talk to him, understand?!”

Haruki had gone too far. “Shut up! You can’t tell me what to do!”
“Sure I can, I just—"

“Asshole! I can’t see why any girl would ever want to date you!”

[Editor’s note: Needs better insult. Srsly.]

Haruki had looked more livid that I’d even seen him, but as I said that, his body seemed to cave in on itself.

“Fine. Fine!” He yelled. “Do what you want, I’m going home!” At that, he turned on his heel, grabbed his schoolbag, and stormed out of the clubroom, slamming the door behind him.

I might have gone a bit too far myself there, but it felt entirely too good to yell at Haruki. Asahina-senpai, staring at the table, avoided looking at me. Nagato simply continued to read his book. Hey, this argument was about you, you know? Show some concern!

At that moment, the door opened.

"Did I just see Suzumiya-san run down the hallway?”

Itsuko, who had just arrived, greeted everyone with her smile.

Since no one else was going to answer, I did. “He wasn’t feeling well. He decided to go home.”

“Are you sure?” She said. “It looked more like he had just had a fight with somebody.”

…How much does she know?

I looked up at Itsuko, whose smile hadn’t wavered, and said finally, "Wanna play Othello?"

"Sure, I haven't played in quite a while." Itsuko, who simply took my non-sequitur in stride, sat down.

As black and white fought for control of the board, (I never thought that Itsuko, who could turn into a glowing sphere, would be so lousy at board games) Asahina-senpai got up and muttered something about making tea, while Nagato, of course, continued to indulge himself in his book.

I’m confused as to why we’re still here.
That's right, that day we conducted our SOS Brigade activities peacefully. Nothing associated with aliens from a different dimension, time travelers from the future, red giants, or blue glowing spheres happened at that time. No one wanted to do anything special, nor did anyone know what he or she should have been doing. We just allowed ourselves to ride on the flow of time, living our high school life idly. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

Even though I was dissatisfied with such a normal life, I'd always tell myself, "Why think so much? You've got so much time." And then I would once again look forward to the next day.

Even with the fight today, I was quite happy. I came aimlessly to this clubroom and watched Asahina-senpai work busily like a maid, Nagato sit like a Buddha statue, Itsuko with her bright smile, and Haruki with his energy and mood swings. All these things gave off an aura of complete normality, yet all these had become part of my surprisingly satisfying high school life. Though I've had the out-of-reality experiences of a classmate trying to murder me and seeing fierce monsters appearing in a grey world, I was not certain that they were not figments of my imagination, a result of hypnotism, or even some hallucination.

I was still sort of pissed at Haruki for trying to boss me around, but from a deeper perspective, it was only because of him that I could hang out peacefully with such interesting people. Putting aside the question of "Why me?” maybe someday there'd be other normal humans like me who wanted to join this club.

Still…

Judging by what Itsuko said yesterday… any time that Haruki gets frustrated or depressed, that grey world with the giants appears. So that means that, after today…

Forget it. I’m not his mother. This isn’t my problem. He just needs to grow up.

Because, in this world, there’s only one person who can control Suzumiya Haruki.

And that someone is Suzumiya Haruki himself.

Finally.

'Bout time. I was rather looking forward to this scene.

One more thing: Hard Gay?

[unmoldedtruck]

I don't have any changes to make.

[Ithekro]

There is progress?