Oh look, the attempts at making Haruki an unappealing jerk backfired.
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Spoiler for September the Sixth, Day 5, Itsuko: Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI):
Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI)
“Hey,” I said to Kyon. “Have you ever had a dream where you were held up by some crazy woman with a weird gun, only it might not actually have been a dream, but actually was, but then it was just a drug-induced hallucination, but was actually a fantasy that you thought up one day when you were bored, then was real after all, then wasn't, or maybe it was, and you felt you got cheated out of your money because the movie made no sense?”
“..............................Hah?” Kyon give me the kind of look you give someone who should be committed. In fact, she might be thinking of calling the nuthouse right now.
No! I don't want to be shut in a rubber room! I am not a number! I am a free bumblebee!
“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” I said.
Alas, instead of redeeming myself in her eyes, I have only become more of an idiot. I suppose this was inevitable. ...If I had a time machine, I'd like to go back to two minutes ago and make myself look cool and suave instead of stupid and lame.
But that's a story for another day.
“Anyway, we finally have a transfer student!” I hovered over Kyon's desk like a large UFO, ready to abduct her for horrible experiments. “It's awesome, isn't it? The transfer student's finally here! A transfer student! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Sure, its unfortunate that they're not in our class, but still - definitely an MTS (Mysterious Transfer Student), no doubt about that! A transfer student! Wheeeeeeee!”
I was trying to make her smile, but she just looked more annoyed.
“You've never even met the person, how can you be so sure?”
Aw, come on. At least pay a little bit of attention to things that I say.
"Didn't I tell you? Studies show that a high percentage of students who transfer to schools in the middle of the school term are Mysterious!" Mysterious with a capital M. That's how you know it's important.
Kyon immediately went on a slightly angry rant about the nature of statistics and how transfer students are ridiculously common, but I decided to ignore her. I was too busy being excited about the transfer student.
FLASH
At the end of first period, I bolted out of the classroom at Warp Five, leaving Kyon clutching his head in despair. It only took me five seconds to reach Class 1-9, the new home of the Mysterious Transfer Student.
I kicked open the door. And by “kicked open”, I mean “slid open with enough force that it went flying off its rails and knocked one of the girls in the back row unconscious.”
I grabbed some milquetoast standing nearby and, using my best angry voice, yelled “Where's the transfer student at?!” I think he wet himself, but was too busy yelling to notice.
Milquetoast pointed at a group of girls sitting in the top left corner of the desks, who had been shocked into silence by my impressive and manly voice. I strode over them, making sure to put on my best rape face.
“So...” I said quietly and carefully. “Which one of you is the transfer student?”
Three of the girls were about to faint, but the fourth one calmly raised her hand, as though a scary person wasn't standing right in front of her.
“That would be me. I'm Itsuko Koizumi. Pleased to meet you.”
...! It's the enemy! No, wait, it's an extremely beautiful girl!
Perfect face! Perfect eyes! Perfectly formed lips! A perfect smile Perfect wavy hair! (Needs a ponytail, though. And maybe a big ribbon.) Perfect hands! She's even wearing pantyhose, which is perfect! And... gasp! Barely concealed, barely contained beneath her uniform! Are those... perfect breasts!?
IT'S PERFECT!
This woman is, physically, perfect. That means one of three things. Either she's an esper, a seductive secret agent, or a murdering psychopath.
Any which way you look, she's perfect for my club!
I pull up a nearby chair and sit down with my arms on the backrest, smiling in what I think is a nonchalant way. Time to begin the Questioning Period.
“Koizumi-san, right~?”
She nods. The other girls are backing away. I pretend they don't exist.
“Where are you from?”
“Tokyo Metropolis.”
Damn, I was hoping she'd say something like 'F City, F Prefecture.'
“What's your true identity?”
“A high school student, I believe. Also a woman.”
Hmm. Very normal.
“Are you an alien!?”
“Not since the last time I checked.”
Geh, smooth. Too smooth.
“Koizumi-san, will you marry me!?”
“Now, is that the, ah, sort of question you should be asking at this stage in our relationship, Suzumiya-san? At least wait until the first date...”
...? I didn't introduce myself...
“How could I not have heard of you, Suzumiya-san?” She gives an over-exaggerated shrug. Mysterious. “You are, shall we say... infamous.”
Hmmmmmm.
FLASH
At the next break, leaving Kyon in the dust once again, I ran over to the 1-9 classroom. They'd already fixed the door. How diligent. Oops, there it goes again.
Koizumi-san was talking with her friends again, all of whom were obviously paying less attention to her words and more to her assets. I'm sure she notices, but I don't think she cares.
How Mysterious. Remember, the capital is significant.
I stride across the room, knocking aside desks and chairs and a girl with a bandage on her head in my rampage.
“Koooooizumi-san?”
“Yes, what is it, Suzumiya-san?” Her worshippers had all gone to hide in conspicuous locations.
“I, Haruki Suzumiya, would like to ask you to join my club, the SOS Brigade! Together, we shall conquer the universe!”
In response, she gives me a wicked, foxlike smile.
She's perfect.
FLASH
I kicked open the door. And by “kick open”, I mean “shoved open with extreme prejudice”, since it's kind of awkward to kick open a door while pulling someone along.
“Heeeey guys. Kept ya waiting, didn't I?” I happily interrupted Mitsuuru-kun and Nagato-san's game of Othello. “This is 1-9's new Mysterious Transfer Student! His name is--”
The overly handsome, hairspray commercial introduced himself. To be honest, I really do like this guy, even if he's irritatingly perfect. Since he's only slightly less attractive than I am, he's the perfect person to have as your wingman.
“I'm Itsuki Koizumi. Pleased to meet you all.”
Kyon stood up and spent a moment or two sizing up my new recruit. Itsuki-kun only gave her a brilliant smile, and she blushed noticeably.
I resisted my sudden impulse to throw Itsuki-kun out the window.
"This is the SOS Brigade Club Room! I'm the Commander, Haruki Suzumiya! These are Subordinates One, Two, and Three. That makes you Number Four, so remember to get along!” I waggled a finger at him.
And if you get along a little too well, it's defenestration for you, my boy.
“Well, I don't mind joining, of course... but what kind of club is this?”
Oh. Oh my. He asked. He asked the question. The question that I've been wanting to hear from the very beginning. Ku. Ku ku. Kukukukukukukukuku.
Of course, I had to make the answer up on the spot, since I really haven't given much thought to the answer.
“You didn't know?” I said, pushing up my invisible glasses. "Then let me enlighten you as to the true purpose of the SOS Brigade!"
FLASH
“Ah! Excuse me!”
Of course, walking in on a sight like that would be a surprise to any man, manly or not. I have Asahina-san on the floor, dressed in a maid uniform. I'm molesting her, and Kyon was just about to kick me in the nose when Itsuki-kun showed up.
The true measure of a man is how they deal with this situation.
He looks... puzzled. “Is this some sort of club activity?”
Perfect! “I knew I could count on you, Itsuki-kun! You came at just the right time! I have a job for you!”
Dropping Asahina-san, who I've throughly ruined for marriage, I hasten to whisper my nefarious plot into Itsuki-kun's ear.
“What's going on here?” It's Kyon, who is, of course, suspicious.
“Remember that present I promised you?” I had to promise her something to get her to work on my website a few days ago, although at the time I had no intention of giving her anything... this has changed.
A look of sheer, concentrated, utter, absolute terror passed over Kyon's face. I grabbed a bag in a corner that I had prepared earlier, and pulled out a pair of red bunny ears.
Ku ku ku ku ku HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!
I laughed inside of my head.
Kyon tried to escape and even threatened me with a rape lawsuit, but I just pushed her into Itsuki-kun, threw him the bag, dragged Yuuki-kun and a sobbing Asahina-san outside, and locked the door behind me.
It wasn't long before I heard the screams. Aaaah. Delicious suffering. It tastes like veal, which also tastes like suffering. And baby cow.
Wait.
Did I just.
Lock Kyon.
Alone.
In a room.
With a guy I barely know?
And who I told to strip and force her into a bunny girl outfit, and that he could cop a feel on the side if he felt like it?
Why did I do that? Why would I do that?
The fact that she's screaming now would imply...
“ITSUKI-KUUUUN!”
I wrench open the door, grab that rat bastard by the collar and the seat of his pants, and chuck him out the window.
Defenestratiooooooon!
CRASH
“You seem to be upset, Suzumiya-san,” Koizumi-san says to me.
I'm not upset. Even if Kyon is all alone, walking somewhere with Mitsuuru-kun. Why would I be upset?
We're in some random park in the middle of town. Koizumi-san and I are sitting on a bench while Nagato-san stares at birds.
“...You don't have a girlfriend, do you?”
I'm a little annoyed by this line of questioning, but I'll let it slide. “I've dated lots and lots of girls... but nah, don't have one currently.”
“...Then,” Koizumi-san looks at me slyly. “...Do you want a girlfriend...?”
...
Hey now.
I paste a grin on my visage. “If you're trying to ask me out, I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse, pleasant as it would be. I don't want to damage our working relationship.”
She shakes her head. “No, it's not that...”
Oh, good. That would definitely have damaged our working relationship.
Her voice turns deadly serious. “I am asking in objective terms, Suzumiya-san: Do you or do you not want a girlfriend?”
Koizumi-san's eyes are like pools of toxic black liquid. Deadly, but in a strange way, beautiful.
FLASH
We split up again later on... this time, my group consisted of myself, Koizumi-san, and Asahina-san. In other words, Kyon got to go with Yuuki-kun this time.
...I'm not really that upset. If I was upset, I'd be crushing the paper cup my soda came in. ...Oh, wait, I just did that. Must be a reflex.
...The minute she realized she was going to be in a group with me, Asahina-san ran away screaming... it took us all of the time I allotted to catch her.
What a waste of time.
When the three of us got back to the meeting place, however, no one was there, even though it was quarter after four already.
Where the hell are those two!? What on earth are they doing!?
Koizumi-san convinced me to just be patient and wait, but “patient” and “wait” aren't in my dictionary. ...Nonetheless, I did wait fifteen minutes before deciding to call.
“Exactly what time do you think it is now!?”
I'm much, much angrier than I thought I'd be.
“Sorry, I just woke up...”
...
... Just woke up, huh?
Just woke up, eh?
What does that mean, I wonder?
What does it mean?
Damage control.
“What!? Dumbass! Get your ass over here NOW! I'm giving you thirty seconds!”
I hang up abruptly.
“What's going on?” Koizumi-san asks.
...
“She said she had just woken up.”
“...Ah, I see.”
I slump onto the nearby steps. Almost as if sensing my innermost feelings, Koizumi-san puts a hand on my shoulder.
“I'm sure she had just fallen asleep somewhere. I'm sure it's not what you're thinking, Suzumiya-san.”
I brush her away. “I wasn't thinking of anything. I'm just pissed that she has the audacity to be this late!”
I call Kyon a few more times for good measure, but she never picks up.
I live alone in a world full of lies. Despite her best efforts, Koizumi-san will never be able to join me there.
I like being alone.
FLASH
I'm an idiot. Well, I already knew that, but this just further proves my idiocy.
I opened myself up completely to Kyon today. I laid bare all of my frustrations. That was a mistake.
By voicing them to someone else, my fear, anger, and melancholy have all gained substance. My lies are made manifest.
I'm surrounded, trapped by my own turmoil on all sides.
The vibration of my cellphone snaps me back to the reality of the uncomfortable telephone I'm leaning against.
It's a text message from... Koizumi-san, of all people? What she doing, sending me something like this?
Suzumiya-san,
I joined your club because of how impressed I was by your determination to succeed at a goal that most people would consider insane. A goal that I, as part of your wonderful club, now share.
I am sorry. I'm having trouble expressing myself.
What I mean to say is this: As long as you believe in something strongly enough, it will, without fail, come true. I can guarantee this much.
If you believe strongly that one day you will meet aliens, time travellers, and espers, one day, you will find them. And if you believe strongly that one day you will discover true love... I have faith that you'll succeed.
Although there are times when it might seem impossible, I urge you: Never give up on your dreams.
Itsuko<3
...Who writes text messages in the style of letters? At least send this sort of thing by email.
...Sigh. Thank you, Koizumi-san. Thank you so much.
But it's too late now. I've already given up on one dream, and the other is soon to follow.
...
...
...
Still. I think this can be a tiny shard of light in the middle of my darkness.
...I think Koizumi-san deserves a promotion for this.
I get up and stretch. Enough moping around for one day.
I cross the road and get hit by a black taxi cab.
CRASH
I wake up on the sidewalk, apparently unharmed. Except for the fact that I'm a woman.
I spend about five minutes causing various physical injuries to myself before I'm sure that it isn't a dream.
So... in this situation, what should I do...? I guess I'll try contacting someone and see if they know a way to return myself to normal. ...Koizumi-san seems like she'd know about this kind of thing.
I call, but an unknown man answers, addressing me as “Suzumiya-san”. I hang up out of apprehension.
Already, I suspect what's happening, but... to make sure, I call the others.
Same deal. I call Mitsuuru-kun. Some girl answers, knows who I am, I hang up. I call Yuuki. There's no response other than light breathing, so I hang up.
I call Kyon's cell. Some pissed-off sounding guy answers, calls me 'Haruhi', and tells me not to bother him any more today.
I hang up, but he calls me back.
...He sounds worried, and asks where I am. He'll be right there, he says.
He must have detected the fear in my womanly voice.
I throw my pink cellphone into the garbage, and return home.
My parents are people I don't know.
I greet them causally, then go into my room.
...It's much the same as it always is, except for the underwear. At least there are some constants in the world.
I don't want to live like this.
I've spent my whole life looking for change, for something exciting to do, and when thing are finally different... I want them to be the same.
How horribly ironic.
I just want to die.
I fish around in my skirt pocket for something to kill myself with. Maybe I carry a taser.
No, it's just a silver tube of lipstick.
...No wait. It's not a tube of lipstick. It's a handgun. And it's already loaded. How convenient.
Mechanically, I slowly raise the gun up... and point the barrel at the bottom of my chin.
It's ice cold. The barrel, not my chin.
Centimeter by centimeter, I squeeze the trigger.
The distinct noise of a gunshot is the last sound that I will leave behind.
FLASH
Always remember: What is true for the one is true for the other.
Kiss kiss. Bang bang.
FLASH
And then I “wake up”.
Ok, this dream was somewhat weirder then usual. Anyway, it seens Kyon is not dead, after all. Well, it was the most probable outcome, but I find a pitty. We still need to know what the hell happened, however.
Oh, yeah, your Haruki is awesome, but I think it is a good thing he don't exist. He is complete dangerous jerk. You can't defenestrate people just for doing what you told them to do.
Also, I find interesting the first scene don't happen like in the rewrite, even tough they should. I also find hilarious Haruki's conclusion about Itsuko. Not only by he being right in two of his assumptions (ESPer and secret agent) but also because I could see how he came to that conclusion. This also make me wonder if he would invitate Ryouko to his club.
Lastly, I suggest excluding "I said to Kyon." from the very first line. It is a VN, after all. I am always assuming every 'block' of text is suppose to be fit in a single box, right?
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Originally Posted by Kogetsu Shirogane
Oh look, the attempts at making Haruki an unappealing jerk backfired.
Nah, I believe he was always suppose to be a appealing jerk. He may be a unlikable jerkass, but he is ridiculously funny in that flashbacks.
You can't defenestrate people just for doing what you told them to do.
Of course you can. Comes with the territory of being a complete jerk.
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Spoiler for September the Sixth, Day 5, Itsuko: Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI):
Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI)Perfect face! Perfect eyes! Perfectly formed lips! A perfect smile Perfect wavy hair! (Needs a ponytail, though. And maybe a big ribbon.) Perfect hands! She's even wearing pantyhose, which is perfect! And... gasp! Barely concealed, barely contained beneath her uniform! Are those... perfect breasts!?
IT'S PERFECT!
This woman is, physically, perfect. That means one of three things. Either she's an esper, a seductive secret agent, or a murdering psychopath.
Haruki is surprisingly smart here.
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Wait.
Did I just.
Lock Kyon.
Alone.
In a room.
With a guy I barely know?
And who I told to strip and force her into a bunny girl outfit, and that he could cop a feel on the side if he felt like it?
Oh, yeah, your Haruki is awesome, but I think it is a good thing he don't exist. He is complete dangerous jerk. You can't defenestrate people just for doing what you told them to do.
Well, this is what happens if you give a Genki girl like Haruhi loads and loads of testosterone
I just got into this series, reading the past two chapters, and I must say, it's very refreshing to see characters blending in and out flawlessly from both universes. Although sometimes I get confused, and the cliffhanger in the previous chapter hasn't been resolved , but overall it's still a great read!
But I really doubt Haruki will kill himself straight after he found out his gender change. I mean, this is a mysterious event, one that he has been looking for all his life, and he immediately throws it all away by offing himself? A little weird...
Spoiler for September the Sixth, Day 5, Itsuko: Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI):
Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI)
At the end of first period, I bolted out of the classroom at Warp Five, leaving Kyon clutching his head in despair. It only took me five seconds to reach Class 1-9, the new home of the Mysterious Transfer Student.
Quick question, is this a typo are is Haruki dealing with Kyon(m) in some of these sequences.
But I really doubt Haruki will kill himself straight after he found out his gender change. I mean, this is a mysterious event, one that he has been looking for all his life, and he immediately throws it all away by offing himself? A little weird...
Hint: this hadn't really happened. As you just came in it might be confusing, but all this is a wierd dream Kyon is having. It is More or less Haruki memories, but weirdly modifyed.
Give a look into my archive to read from the begining.
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Haruki is surprisingly stupid here.
Ah, well, I believe in the original (by his POV) version of this scene the one there was Itsuko. It is considerably less alkward making the only other girl of the club stiping and cloathing Kyon.
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Originally Posted by Roger Rambo
Quick question, is this a typo are is Haruki dealing with Kyon(m) in some of these sequences.
The latter, I believe. It also happens in the other "Memories in Pieces"
Hint: this hadn't really happened. As you just came in it might be confusing, but all this is a wierd dream Kyon is having. It is More or less Haruki memories, but weirdly modifyed.
Give a look into my archive to read from the begining.
Ah, now I get it! I'll read it all from the beginning to have a clearer view of what's happening. It's all very intriguing so far. Thanks!
Ah, well, I believe in the original (by his POV) version of this scene the one there was Itsuko. It is considerably less alkward making the only other girl of the club stiping and cloathing Kyon.
Spoiler for September the Sixth, Day 5, Itsuko: Riverside- Lipstuck:
Lipstuck
In fact, I remember those old folk tales of hundred-year-old kitsune taking the form of beautiful women and tricking witless men.
I remember it because it applies pretty well to my current situation.
Steel brushes against the underside of my chin. Even in this heat, it's ice cold.
...How did this even happen?
---
The pathway by the river is, in the spring, unofficially reserved for lovers, who walk under the falling cherry blossoms in bliss. As someone who's never had a real girlfriend, I've always been extremely jealous of people who can just flaunt their relationships like that.
Itsuko: So, you're saying that we look like a pair of lovers right now?
Kyon: ...! That isn't what I was...
Yamada-san laughs in that strange, cartoonish way again.
Itsuko: Hohohoho, you're way too easy. Although, to be honest, I'd heard about that tradition before inviting you here. ...Now that you know this, wouldn't you think I had some ulterior motive in doing so?
Kyon: ...You...
This woman is so far out of my league, and in so many ways... Even trying to hold a conversation with her is like heavy exercise.
Still... the effort is proportional to the payout, and spending time with a girl this beautiful is more than worth it.
I should probably be straight about this, though.
Kyon: Yamada-san...
Itsuko: Hmm, what is it? Going to confess? It's about time.
Kyon: ...It's about who you really are. I heard from your cousin.
Itsuko: ......?
Kyon: Your real name is Itsuko Koizumi, and you're an esper. ...Sorry, I pumped Koizumi for the info... I was curious.
Not that I think he told me everything, of course...
Itsuko: ...So, you know my secret. ...I certainly hope it doesn't change your opinion of me.
She looks dejected, which is an extremely cute look on her. ...Nonetheless, I feel the need to wipe this negative expression and restore her smile.
Kyon: Of course not. If I thought worse of you for lying to me, I wouldn't be here with you right now.
Itsuko: Oh, that's good then.
She's back to normal already! Well, she was probably never sad at all in the first place.
Itsuko: May I make a request?
Kyon: What is it?
Itsuko: I'd like you to still call me “Yamada-san”, if you'd like. I feel it establishes a personal connection between us, one that means a lot to me.
Sure thing, Yamada-san.
She winks at me again. I think my poor heart is going to give out from this alone.
Itsuko: Shall we continue?
---
Things had returned to normal, except that Yamada-san, who had formerly been walking about three feet away from me, was now close enough for our shoulders to touch. If she were Koizumi, I would have told her to get away from me, but... I'm okay with this!
Kyon: So, uh. Where are you from, anyway?
Itsuko: Oh, do you really have to know? I'd prefer it if my past were intentionally kept in the dark. Don't you think a mysterious unknown backstory makes me more interesting? ...Or would you continue to like me anyway?
As she says this, she stares directly into my eyes, as though daring me to find another interpretation of that question.
I'll have to avoid it entirely.
Kyon: ...I'm just curious.
Itsuko: Sigh. Very well.
She looks disappointed that I didn't take the bait, but you won't ensare me that easily, ohoho.
Dammit, it's catching.
Itsuko: I'm from Tokyo.
Kyon: ...
Itsuko: ...
Kyon: Is that it?
Itsuko: Why, yes.
...Moving on.
---
Itsuko: Enough about my mysterious past. Tell me about yourself, Kyon-kun. What are your hobbies, besides staring at women you find attractive when you think they're not looking?
Kyon: I don't really have any, to be honest.
Itsuko: ...You could at least react to my carefully worded statements, but I suppose you have built up a tolerance already. I had better change tactics. Do you belong to any clubs?
Kyon: You already know the answer to this, I'm sure. I belong to a club where all I do is follow the orders of an insane dictator and try to keep her subconscious mind from destroying the world. Speaking of which, we're always looking for members. If you're mysterious enough, I'm sure Haruhi will let you join... I'd love to have you with us.
Let's see how she takes that.
Itsuko: ...“Haruhi”, hmm? You two sound close... Suddenly, I'm overwhelmed with feelings of jealousy.
She grabs one of my hands with both of hers.
Itsuko: I've changed my mind. Please refer to me as “Kitsuko-chan”... I'll be in your care from now on.
H-her palms are so soft... what does she do to make herself so perfect!?
Kyon: S-s-sure thing, K-Kitsuko-chan.
I feel as though I'm rapidly becoming her servant in both body and soul. And I really don't care.
Itsuko: Hmm, no, it doesn't suit you at all. Stick with “Yamada-san”. It fits your stoic image so much better.
Kyon: ...I have a 'stoic image'?
Itsuko: Certainly. Why, even with your lack of interesting hobbies and involvement with an unsanctioned club well known for being involved in rather shady activities, I'm sure you're very popular with the ladies at North High.
Kyon: Y-you think so?
Even the way she's looking at me is starting to make me feel lightheaded. This isn't good, isn't good.
Itsuko: I do. After all, you're quite good-looking, Kyon-kun. I think it's something about your eyes, and also the aforementioned stoic image. You rarely let your expressions show, except when you are nervous or flustered, like now, for instance. I think many women would find this attractive.
My fried brain is going to make me say stupid things. Like this.
Kyon: ...Are you one of them?
She grins like a fox.
...In English, the word “foxy” means “sexually attractive”. There is no better word to describe Yamada-san.
Itsuko: Hmm. I wonder; hohohohoho.
She really does seem to be enjoying herself. I'm glad that I can provide even this much entertainment for her.
Still...
Kyon: ...It's kind of hard to walk like this, so could you let go of my hand?
Itsuko: But why? You seem to be enjoying it so much.
Kyon: What makes you think that?
Itsuko: Flushed face, sweaty palms, your pulse rate has nearly doubled, and you seem to have completely forgotten that I have facial features.
...She has to keep pointing that out, doesn't she?
---
In the end, Yamada-san didn't let go of my hand. In fact, she stuck as close to me as possible, leaning her head on my shoulder.
Kyon: Y-you can stop any time, by the way.
My brain isn't getting near the oxygen it should. Hell, I can't even think at all with her attached to me like this.
Itsuko: Why? It's clearly making you uncomfortable, and I enjoy making inexperienced men uncomfortable. Oh and please do not misunderstand and assume that I've fallen for you, by the way. I most likely have not. This is all for my own entertainment.
...At least she's being straight about it, I guess. Unlike her cousin.
Itsuko: Oh, I must apologize. Did I crush your still-forming dreams there? If so, don't worry too much. You might still have a chance with me if you, ah, play your metaphorical cards correctly.
...This girl is such a sadist. I really don't mind, though. What I do mind is the appearance we're giving off to other people.
I try to get my thoughts in order. This is difficult to do, because from this position I can see straight down that frilly pink top, a fact that I'm sure she's aware of.
Kyon: Yamada-san...
Itsuko: Is it finally the time for a confession? You know, I might actually accept if you make it good enough. Wish yourself luck!
Kyon: N-not that. I really do think you should let go of me... someone might see, and get the wrong impression...
I sound awkward... but I think all my brain cells have died of asphyxiation anyway, so I no longer care.
Itsuko: Sigh... why are you so concerned with appearances? It really does not matter what others think of you, only what you think of yourself. Besides, by my last count, seven people have already passed us by and mistaken us for a loving couple. It's a little too late to be worrying about the impressions of those around us...
That's not it either...
The thing about Haruhi Suzumiya is that, despite everything about her, she has one of the best information networks I've ever seen or heard tell of. If anyone we both know manages to see me and Yamada-san like this, you can bet Haruhi will know about it before the day is out... and then there'd be a huge misunderstanding, likely culminating in misery for everyone.
Itsuko: So you think Haruhi-chan would get jealous if she saw us like this? Hoh... well, if such a time comes, know that I'd gladly fight her for you.
Kyon: ...
Itsuko: Of course, that was a joke. Perhaps.
Kyon: ...
Itsuko: ...Something the matter? Usually you'd have tried to change the subject by now.
I used to read a lot. In my foolish youth, I remember reading a story about a demon who would appear whenever his name was called three times. Or was it a god, not a demon? It doesn't matter.
Haruhi must be a god (or demon) cut of a similar cloth, because she has appeared, not a hundred yards away.
Itsuko: ...Ah. Hm. How interesting.
Kyon: She's not looking this way... we should escape while we still have the chance...!
Itsuko: Well, I suppose this is the opportune moment.
Yamada-san, her hand still in mine, starts pulling me to the side of the walkway, in the shade of the cherry blossom trees.
Kyon: Hey, wait, we should be running for our lives right about now?
Itsuko: Is “fight or flight” really the only response a human can have to danger? Isn't there another way to go about things? Another basic instinct that drives us all?
She pushes me up against a cherry tree... and then pushes herself up against me.
....S-soft! They're so soft! She's so soft! Softer than I ever could have imagined.
Yamada-san places her hands on my shoulders, then wraps her arms around my neck.
Itsuko: There. Now don't we look like real lovers? As long as you keep you head down and your eyes focused on mine, Haruhi-chan will pass by without even noticing us. Except to perhaps give us a look of disgust.
Kyon: I. Um. I. That. It. We should. Er.
Itsuko: Ssssssh.
The tips of our noses are touching. The deep color of her irises fills my vision. I feel her warm breath on my lips. I'm going to go insane. Perhaps I've already gone insane. Do the insane know that they're insane? Or are they blissfully unaware, as I am of my surroundings right now?
Itsuko: You know, I've been giving it some consideration, and I actually think we should become lovers. Don't you agree?
Kyon: !!!!!
I have no words remaining in my head. All that remains is raw desire and, in a tiny corner, a vague sense of foreboding.
Yamada-san removes her left arm from my neck, and begins to slowly run her hand down my chest. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
Itsuko: Clearly, you want me very badly... and I, on my part, find you a fascinating person. We'd be good together, don't you think?
I nod in a way reminiscent of Nagato. I can't move my head any more. I'd lose all restraint if I did.
Yamada-san's hand stops just below my ribcage, and, for some reason, she sighs.
Itsuko: You're far too gullible. She'd be ashamed to see you like this.
And she punches me in the stomach.
I'd double over with the pain, but Yamada-san's grip prevents me from doing so. In any case, I'm stunned, in many ways.
What just...?
Itsuko: I would suggest you keep very still... you wouldn't want Haruhi-chan to see you like this, would you? After all, she might end up destroying the universe. And we cannot have that, can we?
Kyon: *cough*
Still can't speak... I feel like throwing up...
Yamada pulls a silvery something out of her pocket and presses it lightly against the underside of my chin. I feel the cold caress of steel.
Itsuko: Do you know what this is...? Of course you don't, you can't even see it from this angle. I'll tell you.
Well, it can only be one of two things, if you plan on threatening me with it... but why on earth...?
Itsuko: It's called the “Kiss of Death”. It's a 4.5 mm single-shot pistol disguised as a tube of lipstick, used primarily by KGB spies during the Cold War. I received it as a present from a teacher of mine.
That's great. Lovely. So why are you pointing it at me!?
Itsuko: ...Now that our history lesson is over, I have some questions for you. In case you were wondering, that's the reason I've been stringing you along all this time.
Kyon: ...Q-questions?
I've finally found my voice again, which makes Yamada smile. The smile hasn't changed a bit from five minutes ago when we were smiling cheerfully together.
I can't decide whether that's scary or not.
Itsuko: Yes, questions. I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but it would be nice if you answered them. Correctly, that is. I'll know if you're lying. You see, in a threatening situation like this one, your heart rate would quicken if you tell falsehoods, and, well, my left ring finger is digging into your carotid artery, so...
It's true. It is. It hurts, by the way.
Itsuko: So, without further ado, let's begin. Question one! Do you know of the existence of parallel universes?
Kyon: ...What's that supposed to mean?
What a Haruhi-like question.
Itsuko: I can see that you don't. Next question... oh, wait, here she is. Hold very still, please.
Yamada pushes herself up against me again. This time, it's not very arousing, since I'm much too focused on the lipstick gun brushing against my chin. Nevertheless, Yamada is wearing an expression like the one girls wear when they want to be kissed...
...Her lips are only a centimeter away...
Itsuko: A warning: If you try anything, I will shoot. So, please don't try anything.
Don't worry, I won't.
Haruhi passed without incident, only uttering a “tch!” that went with her typical look of disgust. ...Can you let me go now, Yamada-san?
Itsuko: Question Two.
I suppose not.
Itsuko: Where, exactly, did you get these headphones?
Headphones. The word causes a buzzing to erupt from the pair around my neck.
The buzzing is inaudible. It's something only I can hear.
Kyon: It was a birthday present from--
The pistol digs deep into my skin.
Itsuko: I've already warned you once. Please do not lie.
Kyon: ...Why not?
Yamada looks surprised, then sighs.
Itsuko: You seem to be misunderstanding one of the basic assumptions of our conversation. If you do not answer my questions correctly, I will shoot you through the head. I really, really do not want to do so, since I find--
Kyon: Is that really all it was?
Itsuko: What?
Kyon: All that smiling and laughing and flirting... it was all because you wanted to know where I got these headphones?
Itsuko: ...That isn't entirely true. I originally talked to you in the record store because I found you interesting during our meeting yesterday, but then I saw these.
Tap, tap.
Itsuko: That was when I knew you weren't a person to be trusted. That was when I knew that you had something to do with all this. That you had something to do with him.
Kyon: ...Who?
I know who. It's that guy. The one guy. The guy with the headphones.
Who was he, again?
...The headphones drone on, sounding like a hive. The buzzing almost sounds like a song. A song of vengeance, redemption, and lost and found love.
It's a song I cannot stand to hear. It riles me up. I can feel the buzz.
Kyon: Hey, Yamada-san.
Itsuko: ...Are you ready to answer my question? Please say yes. I don't want to dispose of a body... I've never done so before and I really don't know--
Kyon: That gun isn't loaded, is it?
Itsuko: ...
Kyon: I'm right, aren't I? And because it's not loaded, I can do whatever I want.
Itsuko: Which would be? Don't misunderstand, by the way. I'm not confirming or denying your insane assumption.
Kyon: I can do something like this.
I put my arms around her and close the gap that's a centimeter wide.
The distinct noise of a gunshot rings in my ears.
Here, I have to applaud your restraint from making Itsuko yandere. It's more sensible; Itsuko being a normal (relatively) person forced by circumstances into paranoia. Honestly, I would have made Kyon get zapped by a stungun, then having him wake up to nails being pounded into his fingers.
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Originally Posted by Kaisos Erranon
Spoiler for September the Sixth, Day 5, Itsuko: Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI):
Flashes in Space- Memories in Pieces (KOIZUMI)
“Hey,” I said to Kyon. “Have you ever had a dream where you were held up by some crazy woman with a weird gun, only it might not actually have been a dream, but actually was, but then it was just a drug-induced hallucination, but was actually a fantasy that you thought up one day when you were bored, then was real after all, then wasn't, or maybe it was, and you felt you got cheated out of your money because the movie made no sense?”
“..............................Hah?” Kyon give me the kind of look you give someone who should be committed. In fact, she might be thinking of calling the nuthouse right now.
No! I don't want to be shut in a rubber room! I am not a number! I am a free bumblebee!
“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” I said.
Alas, instead of redeeming myself in her eyes, I have only become more of an idiot. I suppose this was inevitable. ...If I had a time machine, I'd like to go back to two minutes ago and make myself look cool and suave instead of stupid and lame.
But that's a story for another day.
“Anyway, we finally have a transfer student!” I hovered over Kyon's desk like a large UFO, ready to abduct her for horrible experiments. “It's awesome, isn't it? The transfer student's finally here! A transfer student! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Sure, its unfortunate that they're not in our class, but still - definitely an MTS (Mysterious Transfer Student), no doubt about that! A transfer student! Wheeeeeeee!”
I was trying to make her smile, but she just looked more annoyed.
“You've never even met the person, how can you be so sure?”
Aw, come on. At least pay a little bit of attention to things that I say.
"Didn't I tell you? Studies show that a high percentage of students who transfer to schools in the middle of the school term are Mysterious!" Mysterious with a capital M. That's how you know it's important.
Kyon immediately went on a slightly angry rant about the nature of statistics and how transfer students are ridiculously common, but I decided to ignore her. I was too busy being excited about the transfer student.
FLASH
At the end of first period, I bolted out of the classroom at Warp Five, leaving Kyon clutching his head in despair. It only took me five seconds to reach Class 1-9, the new home of the Mysterious Transfer Student.
I kicked open the door. And by “kicked open”, I mean “slid open with enough force that it went flying off its rails and knocked one of the girls in the back row unconscious.”
I grabbed some milquetoast standing nearby and, using my best angry voice, yelled “Where's the transfer student at?!” I think he wet himself, but was too busy yelling to notice.
Milquetoast pointed at a group of girls sitting in the top left corner of the desks, who had been shocked into silence by my impressive and manly voice. I strode over them, making sure to put on my best rape face.
“So...” I said quietly and carefully. “Which one of you is the transfer student?”
Three of the girls were about to faint, but the fourth one calmly raised her hand, as though a scary person wasn't standing right in front of her.
“That would be me. I'm Itsuko Koizumi. Pleased to meet you.”
...! It's the enemy! No, wait, it's an extremely beautiful girl!
Perfect face! Perfect eyes! Perfectly formed lips! A perfect smile Perfect wavy hair! (Needs a ponytail, though. And maybe a big ribbon.) Perfect hands! She's even wearing pantyhose, which is perfect! And... gasp! Barely concealed, barely contained beneath her uniform! Are those... perfect breasts!?
IT'S PERFECT!
This woman is, physically, perfect. That means one of three things. Either she's an esper, a seductive secret agent, or a murdering psychopath.
Any which way you look, she's perfect for my club!
I pull up a nearby chair and sit down with my arms on the backrest, smiling in what I think is a nonchalant way. Time to begin the Questioning Period.
“Koizumi-san, right~?”
She nods. The other girls are backing away. I pretend they don't exist.
“Where are you from?”
“Tokyo Metropolis.”
Damn, I was hoping she'd say something like 'F City, F Prefecture.'
“What's your true identity?”
“A high school student, I believe. Also a woman.”
Hmm. Very normal.
“Are you an alien!?”
“Not since the last time I checked.”
Geh, smooth. Too smooth.
“Koizumi-san, will you marry me!?”
“Now, is that the, ah, sort of question you should be asking at this stage in our relationship, Suzumiya-san? At least wait until the first date...”
...? I didn't introduce myself...
“How could I not have heard of you, Suzumiya-san?” She gives an over-exaggerated shrug. Mysterious. “You are, shall we say... infamous.”
Hmmmmmm.
FLASH
At the next break, leaving Kyon in the dust once again, I ran over to the 1-9 classroom. They'd already fixed the door. How diligent. Oops, there it goes again.
Koizumi-san was talking with her friends again, all of whom were obviously paying less attention to her words and more to her assets. I'm sure she notices, but I don't think she cares.
How Mysterious. Remember, the capital is significant.
I stride across the room, knocking aside desks and chairs and a girl with a bandage on her head in my rampage.
“Koooooizumi-san?”
“Yes, what is it, Suzumiya-san?” Her worshippers had all gone to hide in conspicuous locations.
“I, Haruki Suzumiya, would like to ask you to join my club, the SOS Brigade! Together, we shall conquer the universe!”
In response, she gives me a wicked, foxlike smile.
She's perfect.
FLASH
I kicked open the door. And by “kick open”, I mean “shoved open with extreme prejudice”, since it's kind of awkward to kick open a door while pulling someone along.
“Heeeey guys. Kept ya waiting, didn't I?” I happily interrupted Mitsuuru-kun and Nagato-san's game of Othello. “This is 1-9's new Mysterious Transfer Student! His name is--”
The overly handsome, hairspray commercial introduced himself. To be honest, I really do like this guy, even if he's irritatingly perfect. Since he's only slightly less attractive than I am, he's the perfect person to have as your wingman.
“I'm Itsuki Koizumi. Pleased to meet you all.”
Kyon stood up and spent a moment or two sizing up my new recruit. Itsuki-kun only gave her a brilliant smile, and she blushed noticeably.
I resisted my sudden impulse to throw Itsuki-kun out the window.
"This is the SOS Brigade Club Room! I'm the Commander, Haruki Suzumiya! These are Subordinates One, Two, and Three. That makes you Number Four, so remember to get along!” I waggled a finger at him.
And if you get along a little too well, it's defenestration for you, my boy.
“Well, I don't mind joining, of course... but what kind of club is this?”
Oh. Oh my. He asked. He asked the question. The question that I've been wanting to hear from the very beginning. Ku. Ku ku. Kukukukukukukukuku.
Of course, I had to make the answer up on the spot, since I really haven't given much thought to the answer.
“You didn't know?” I said, pushing up my invisible glasses. "Then let me enlighten you as to the true purpose of the SOS Brigade!"
FLASH
“Ah! Excuse me!”
Of course, walking in on a sight like that would be a surprise to any man, manly or not. I have Asahina-san on the floor, dressed in a maid uniform. I'm molesting her, and Kyon was just about to kick me in the nose when Itsuki-kun showed up.
The true measure of a man is how they deal with this situation.
He looks... puzzled. “Is this some sort of club activity?”
Perfect! “I knew I could count on you, Itsuki-kun! You came at just the right time! I have a job for you!”
Dropping Asahina-san, who I've throughly ruined for marriage, I hasten to whisper my nefarious plot into Itsuki-kun's ear.
“What's going on here?” It's Kyon, who is, of course, suspicious.
“Remember that present I promised you?” I had to promise her something to get her to work on my website a few days ago, although at the time I had no intention of giving her anything... this has changed.
A look of sheer, concentrated, utter, absolute terror passed over Kyon's face. I grabbed a bag in a corner that I had prepared earlier, and pulled out a pair of red bunny ears.
Ku ku ku ku ku HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA!
I laughed inside of my head.
Kyon tried to escape and even threatened me with a rape lawsuit, but I just pushed her into Itsuki-kun, threw him the bag, dragged Yuuki-kun and a sobbing Asahina-san outside, and locked the door behind me.
It wasn't long before I heard the screams. Aaaah. Delicious suffering. It tastes like veal, which also tastes like suffering. And baby cow.
Wait.
Did I just.
Lock Kyon.
Alone.
In a room.
With a guy I barely know?
And who I told to strip and force her into a bunny girl outfit, and that he could cop a feel on the side if he felt like it?
Why did I do that? Why would I do that?
The fact that she's screaming now would imply...
“ITSUKI-KUUUUN!”
I wrench open the door, grab that rat bastard by the collar and the seat of his pants, and chuck him out the window.
Defenestratiooooooon!
CRASH
“You seem to be upset, Suzumiya-san,” Koizumi-san says to me.
I'm not upset. Even if Kyon is all alone, walking somewhere with Mitsuuru-kun. Why would I be upset?
We're in some random park in the middle of town. Koizumi-san and I are sitting on a bench while Nagato-san stares at birds.
“...You don't have a girlfriend, do you?”
I'm a little annoyed by this line of questioning, but I'll let it slide. “I've dated lots and lots of girls... but nah, don't have one currently.”
“...Then,” Koizumi-san looks at me slyly. “...Do you want a girlfriend...?”
...
Hey now.
I paste a grin on my visage. “If you're trying to ask me out, I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse, pleasant as it would be. I don't want to damage our working relationship.”
She shakes her head. “No, it's not that...”
Oh, good. That would definitely have damaged our working relationship.
Her voice turns deadly serious. “I am asking in objective terms, Suzumiya-san: Do you or do you not want a girlfriend?”
Koizumi-san's eyes are like pools of toxic black liquid. Deadly, but in a strange way, beautiful.
FLASH
We split up again later on... this time, my group consisted of myself, Koizumi-san, and Asahina-san. In other words, Kyon got to go with Yuuki-kun this time.
...I'm not really that upset. If I was upset, I'd be crushing the paper cup my soda came in. ...Oh, wait, I just did that. Must be a reflex.
...The minute she realized she was going to be in a group with me, Asahina-san ran away screaming... it took us all of the time I allotted to catch her.
What a waste of time.
When the three of us got back to the meeting place, however, no one was there, even though it was quarter after four already.
Where the hell are those two!? What on earth are they doing!?
Koizumi-san convinced me to just be patient and wait, but “patient” and “wait” aren't in my dictionary. ...Nonetheless, I did wait fifteen minutes before deciding to call.
“Exactly what time do you think it is now!?”
I'm much, much angrier than I thought I'd be.
“Sorry, I just woke up...”
...
... Just woke up, huh?
Just woke up, eh?
What does that mean, I wonder?
What does it mean?
Damage control.
“What!? Dumbass! Get your ass over here NOW! I'm giving you thirty seconds!”
I hang up abruptly.
“What's going on?” Koizumi-san asks.
...
“She said she had just woken up.”
“...Ah, I see.”
I slump onto the nearby steps. Almost as if sensing my innermost feelings, Koizumi-san puts a hand on my shoulder.
“I'm sure she had just fallen asleep somewhere. I'm sure it's not what you're thinking, Suzumiya-san.”
I brush her away. “I wasn't thinking of anything. I'm just pissed that she has the audacity to be this late!”
I call Kyon a few more times for good measure, but she never picks up.
I live alone in a world full of lies. Despite her best efforts, Koizumi-san will never be able to join me there.
I like being alone.
FLASH
I'm an idiot. Well, I already knew that, but this just further proves my idiocy.
I opened myself up completely to Kyon today. I laid bare all of my frustrations. That was a mistake.
By voicing them to someone else, my fear, anger, and melancholy have all gained substance. My lies are made manifest.
I'm surrounded, trapped by my own turmoil on all sides.
The vibration of my cellphone snaps me back to the reality of the uncomfortable telephone I'm leaning against.
It's a text message from... Koizumi-san, of all people? What she doing, sending me something like this?
Suzumiya-san,
I joined your club because of how impressed I was by your determination to succeed at a goal that most people would consider insane. A goal that I, as part of your wonderful club, now share.
I am sorry. I'm having trouble expressing myself.
What I mean to say is this: As long as you believe in something strongly enough, it will, without fail, come true. I can guarantee this much.
If you believe strongly that one day you will meet aliens, time travellers, and espers, one day, you will find them. And if you believe strongly that one day you will discover true love... I have faith that you'll succeed.
Although there are times when it might seem impossible, I urge you: Never give up on your dreams.
Itsuko<3
...Who writes text messages in the style of letters? At least send this sort of thing by email.
...Sigh. Thank you, Koizumi-san. Thank you so much.
But it's too late now. I've already given up on one dream, and the other is soon to follow.
...
...
...
Still. I think this can be a tiny shard of light in the middle of my darkness.
...I think Koizumi-san deserves a promotion for this.
I get up and stretch. Enough moping around for one day.
I cross the road and get hit by a black taxi cab.
CRASH
I wake up on the sidewalk, apparently unharmed. Except for the fact that I'm a woman.
I spend about five minutes causing various physical injuries to myself before I'm sure that it isn't a dream.
So... in this situation, what should I do...? I guess I'll try contacting someone and see if they know a way to return myself to normal. ...Koizumi-san seems like she'd know about this kind of thing.
I call, but an unknown man answers, addressing me as “Suzumiya-san”. I hang up out of apprehension.
Already, I suspect what's happening, but... to make sure, I call the others.
Same deal. I call Mitsuuru-kun. Some girl answers, knows who I am, I hang up. I call Yuuki. There's no response other than light breathing, so I hang up.
I call Kyon's cell. Some pissed-off sounding guy answers, calls me 'Haruhi', and tells me not to bother him any more today.
I hang up, but he calls me back.
...He sounds worried, and asks where I am. He'll be right there, he says.
He must have detected the fear in my womanly voice.
I throw my pink cellphone into the garbage, and return home.
My parents are people I don't know.
I greet them causally, then go into my room.
...It's much the same as it always is, except for the underwear. At least there are some constants in the world.
I don't want to live like this.
I've spent my whole life looking for change, for something exciting to do, and when thing are finally different... I want them to be the same.
How horribly ironic.
I just want to die.
I fish around in my skirt pocket for something to kill myself with. Maybe I carry a taser.
No, it's just a silver tube of lipstick.
...No wait. It's not a tube of lipstick. It's a handgun. And it's already loaded. How convenient.
Mechanically, I slowly raise the gun up... and point the barrel at the bottom of my chin.
It's ice cold. The barrel, not my chin.
Centimeter by centimeter, I squeeze the trigger.
The distinct noise of a gunshot is the last sound that I will leave behind.
FLASH
Always remember: What is true for the one is true for the other.
Kiss kiss. Bang bang.
FLASH
And then I “wake up”.
Some of Haruki's lines seem truly emo, even for him; but it works, overall.
Maybe the Sunday supernatural hunt scenes could be extended to Haruki discussing music with Itsuko, if you know what I mean. But then again, things might be too obvious.
Look forward to knowing what really happened. Could be Itsuki with his derringer, trying to rescue Kyon. Maybe the shot had come from the grassy knoll instead.
Some of Haruki's lines seem truly emo, even for him; but it works, overall.
Maybe the Sunday supernatural hunt scenes could be extended to Haruki discussing music with Itsuko, if you know what I mean. But then again, things might be too obvious.
Haruki IS emo. Who else freakin' destroys WORLDS just 'cuz they're unhappy? Haruki (and Haruhi I guess)
Who else freakin' destroys WORLDS just 'cuz they're unhappy?
Well, it's better than destroying them out of boredom.
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No. By any means. Do you know the concept of routes? If we assume each route will be as long as the first week, then the script alone isn't even 15% complete.
I should hope that most are quite a bit longer than the first week, seeing as this is supposed to span most of the month. Saying the script is anywhere near 15% completed is probably too generous.
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The demo that Kaisos wants to put out will only be the first week. Full thing spans most of the month.
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2010-01-13, 13:06
This also make me wonder if he would invitate Ryouko to his club. 
, but overall it's still a great read!
As you just came in it might be confusing, but all this is a wierd dream Kyon is having. It is More or less Haruki memories, but weirdly modifyed.
so all this work is for a DEMO?
