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What We Need	By : TerraZeal Category: +G to L > Haruhi Suzumiya Views: 2275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: This is another Haruhi Suzumiya AU with Kyon as God instead, but he still doesn't know. Same universe and shortly after Mikuru's death (read: Espers, Time-Travelers, and Aliens) Kyon discovers something very surprising about time travelers in general and Miss Tsuruya's secret that she'd managed to keep from even Nagato. Dr. Who references. NOT told in first person, even though Kyon is the main character here, because Haruhi also has her own thoughts I'd like to write out. Kyon/Haruhi (my OTP, NOT slash, shockingly). Remember, this is AU! Don't like it, don't read it. It DOES take place in the book universe, same school, same people, same powers. Tsuruya spec.
What We Need
Kyon yawned and stretched as he strolled to school, his eternally bored expression still on his face. Things had been far too quiet lately. Why wasn't Haruhi doing anything? Why was she so content?
"KYON!" A very familiar, delighted voice yanked his arm painfully, almost pulling it out of the socket.
"Haruhi! You know there are other ways of greeting people! You don't have to pull my arm off every time!"
His voice expressed irritation, but his thoughts said otherwise. He loved it. As much as he hated to admit it. He loved it. He loved...the excitement. The thought of what this unpredictable girl might do next. He loved...try as he might, his brain just couldn't form the words right now. Somehow, it didn't seem right. He didn't know if...if she felt the same way. Felt what he refused to put into words. Far different than the pure lust he felt at the sight of Mikuru. Lust was all it was. Lust and friendship.
Haruhi's arm hung loosely off of his, feeling so natural, so perfect. The same warmth he'd always experienced when this beautiful, unpredictable...goddess...touched him. No matter what the others called her, to him, she was his goddess, but not in the way Koizumi thought of her. Not as a deity. Just...someone he would give anything to have around forever. His hand drifted unconsciously toward Haruhi's.
Haruhi jumped as she felt soft, warm fingers lace with her own. Her heart was pounding, as it always did with Kyon near her. She loved him. God, she loved him. She wanted to be with him forever. She should have kept up appearances and smacked him for DARING to hold her hand, but, for the moment, she enjoyed the feeling of his hand gripping hers.
She felt safe, comfortable. Like nothing in the world could hurt her or make her feel sad or lonely when Kyon was around. No one at school, not even the other Brigade members, treated her like a true friend. Only Kyon did. Even when she...treated him badly. He didn't deserve the way she treated him, but she couldn't play favorites.
A true leader has no favorites. And Kyon...since he was her best friend, her...what she wanted him to be, anyway...her beloved...he accepted her treatment. She didn't know if he felt anything toward her except friendship and perhaps obligation for making his boring life more fun.
I mean really! What was he doing without me? That Sasaki! She's not as exciting as I am. She could never be what I can for Kyon. Haruhi unintentionally made a huffing noise and put her nose in the air. She felt the warm hand quickly release hers. Kyon was giving her an odd look, as if expecting to be slapped or yelled at. That wasn't why she was mad! Why did he take his hand out of hers? She liked it...wanted it...Tears threatened her dark eyes. She turned from Kyon.
"S-sorry, Haruhi, I just...I guess. Nevermind. Let's just go to school." He hunched his back, replace his pack which had slid a few inches down his shoulders, and continued into the school, not looking back at Haruhi.
She was alone now. She could cry. She wanted to. She wanted to scream. He had turned her down. Hadn't he? He left her alone rather than walk hand in hand into school together. Or even walk next to each other. She noticed other students running quickly toward the school and hid behind a nearby bench. A tear finally escaped, followed by the wracking sobs that she'd so desperately been wanting to release every time Kyon rejected her, or made her feel like Sasaki was superior in some way.
A leader doesn't cry! What would Kyon think if he saw you like this? Weak! Unworthy! Not worth being Brigade Leader! Stop crying, you idiot! Haruhi mentally slapped herself, dried her tears on her SOS Bridgade armband, which she kept in her pack when she wasn't in the clubroom, and finally headed into school, head held high, the same menacing expression on her face as always.
Kyon's hand was tingling. Haruhi's fingers. So soft, so perfectly formed. A goddess. More beautiful than Asahina, perfect in every way. But she didn't like it. She had pulled away, looked angry. So she didn't really feel anything for him...but, hadn't she let him do it for a little bit? She hadn't smacked him, had she? Kyon relaxed as Haruhi sat down behind him, her face once again aglow with excitement.
She prodded him in the back with a pencil. "Kyon! SOS Brigade club room after school. A party! This time, you have to show up last, okay?"
Kyon's brow wrinkled. "Look, this is just an excuse for you to give me yet another of your lame 'punishments'...besides, today's just another day. Nothing special about it."
Haruhi gasped. "Kyon! That...that isn't true! Just...show up, okay? If you don't, punishment!" She jabbed him even harder in the back. Her face looked odd. Sad again, as if Kyon had forgotten something important he should remember. It wasn't her birthday. He knew when that was. She never let anyone dare forget.
"Fine. I'll be at your stupid, useless party for no reason." He sighed, rolled his eyes, and tried to focus on the lesson, which was, as always, boring. He ended up drifting off, only waking up when Haruhi shook him.
"Kyon! You'll sleep through lunch! We're just gonna eat in the cafeteria, okay? Not the club room this time. Itsuki, Yuki, and Mikuru should be getting everything just right...come on!" She grabbed his hand without thinking and pulled him along, to the cafeteria.
Kyon groaned. The lunchtime battle was in full swing. People fighting over the best stuff. His mouth watered at the thought of one of those delicious pork cutlet sandwiches. Haruhi had shoved her way forcibly through the crowd and came back, thrusting a tray into Kyon's hands. To his shock and delight, it contained the coveted pork cutlet, an apple, and a can of his favorite juice.
He wondered when he had told Haruhi any of this. Surprisingly, her own tray contained the same, except it held cola rather than juice. Kyon almost grinned. She had to keep up her sugar, he guessed. She seemed to be on permanent sugar-rush. She tugged him through the crowd before finding a suitable table. They sat.
"Kyon..."
"Haruhi..."
Both spoke at the same time. Kyon cleared his throat. "Ladies first. What is it now?" He tried to force a little bit of his usual annoyance into his voice.
"Uhm...I just...I wanted to...you know what? Shut up! Never mind! It isn't any of YOUR business anyway!" Apparently she had changed her mind about saying what she was going to say. "Well? What were YOU going to say? Something stupid, no doubt!"
Kyon laughed. If she wasn't going to talk about this morning, he wouldn't either. "You're right. It was something stupid."
Haruhi crossed her arms, glared at him, "Then don't bother saying it! Just eat so we can get out of here! All these people are bothering me! They're just idiots like you!" She practically had steam coming out of her ears. Kyon almost smiled again, but remembered the way he should act around her, normally.
"Say what you like. It's always the same stuff. I'm used to it by now."
He bit into his delectable pork cutlet sandwich, finishing it off in record time, along with over half the juice. Thank goodness Haruhi had gotten him an apple. Apples were juicy enough on their own. Didn't need to wash them down with anything. He peeled it, carefully sliced it, noticed Haruhi was watching him with a dark glare on her face.
"Why do you pay so much attention to that boring old apple? It's just a normal apple. There are tons of them out there. Just like girls. They're all the same. BORING! Useless. Even Mikuru. She's just a doll! I'm-" She got that same look on her face, stood up, ran from the cafeteria, leaving her tray untouched.
Kyon could have sworn he'd heard a sob. He almost laughed. Haruhi would NEVER cry. Never in a million years. He shook his head, bewildered, and decided to eat her lunch.
Haruhi was running through the halls, to the club room, wiping away her tears. She stopped at a bathroom on the way to make sure it wasn't obvious she'd been crying, assumed her usual expression, and ran into the classroom with zeal.
"SURPRISE! Your leader has-" She stopped, looked around. "Eh? Yuki? Koizumi? Where's Mikuru? She's supposed to be helping you two! Has she skipped out? I'll punish her if she has! I'll-"
"Hush, Miss Suzumiya. Miss Asahina has simply transferred, just like that. She left a note for you. It was too short notice to tell anyone in person. Yuki and I simply met her on her way out last night, that's all."
Koizumi's annoying fake smile was pissing her off today. She wanted to slap him silly, but she took the note he was holding out to her.
She scanned it, it did LOOK like Mikuru's hand writing, complete with adorable hearts and sickening flowers. She wanted to gag! Still...now the Brigade had lost it's moe character! Far less chance of anything strange ever happening. Well, maybe Tsuruya would know where Mikuru had gone. Apparently, just like that strange Asakura girl, she hadn't left an address. But Tsuruya was her best friend. She would know where Mikuru had gone...
Haruhi put that in the back of her mind. This was more important. At least for her, it was. The party decorations were going well. She glanced around the room. Sparkles and streamers adorned the room, just the way she had planned. She scanned the club room table, taking in Koizumi's sneer and Yuki's dull expression. She staggered back, almost tripping on a streamer when her eyes fell on what was sitting next to Yuki.
A very, very lifelike...what...doll? Mannequin? Of Mikuru. It looked just like her, except for the eyes. They were blank, black holes of emptiness. She was wearing a maid outfit and looked just like she had last night. "What...what the HELL is that THING!?" She pointed at the...the...doll.
"Ah! Yes! I see you noticed our 'special' project. See, since Mikuru couldn't be here for real, Yuki made a...what did she call it? Organic duplicate, that's right! Her skin is real, her hair is real, the only thing we couldn't make is the eyes. They do say the eyes are the windows to the soul..."
Haruhi relaxed a bit. "Hmph. Then YOU have no soul at all, since your eyes are closed all the time. And Yuki's soul is probably so dull and emotionless that it might as well not exist! At least shove streamers or something into her empty eyes. They're CREEPY you idiots! This is supposed to be FUN, and PERFECT! Not some freakshow!" She whirled on her heel and headed back to class.
Koizumi turned his fake smile on Yuki, once Haruhi had gone. "There is no way they can tell? At all?" He almost sounded worried, if it weren't for his cheerful voice.
Nagato looked at him with her dull expression, lips very barely moving. "Not at all. It is a perfect reconstruction of the damage you and your primitive techniques did to the body. It will not smell or fall to decay, as organic life is wont to do, either. You may take it home with you, after this pointless party."
She kept reading her book, which Koizumi noticed was a book on human anatomy. He had a slightly less advanced copy. She turned a page, dark eyes never leaving the pictures of internal organs and ways of slicing into them without killing the patient. She learned so fast. Koizumi envied her. He smiled wider than normal and wondered what information the Data Overmind and the Organization would ask for next.
He loved his part-time job. Nagato had no feelings whatsoever as to the orders given by her Data Overmind. Her faked 'developing feelings' was all for Kyon's sake. It was always best to have God on your side. He laughed.
Nagato was used to his psychotic laughter and didn't even look away from her book. The only feeling she had toward Kyon, the so-called God/potential for evolution, was hate. Hatred because he made her endure nearly six centuries of the same events because he was terrible at academics. The hatred of a near-omnipotent being was nothing to sneeze at. Had Kyon not been the...thing...he was, Nagato would have already killed him.
Kyon was such a worthy specimen. The Organization longed to get their hands on the cells of their deity's body. The world wouldn't 'vanish'. That was a lie told to Kyon to keep him from doing something stupid. Who ever controlled the divine cells, or as Nagato put it, the potential for evolution, controlled the universe.
The Organization wanted that. Koizumi planned to get it at any cost. So did the Data Overmind and Nagato, which was why she hadn't been allowed to let Asakura outright kill him without harvesting organs or cells. The Data Overmind could use much less material than the Organization needed, which is why they were in cooperation.
Kyon boredly tapped his pencil on his desk, waiting for the final bell. He loathed school. He was terrible at it. It didn't help that Haruhi had been glaring angrily at his back awhile ago. A far different Haruhi than the one who had gently held his hand and smiled earlier that morning.
The young man laughed to himself. He honestly had no clue which Haruhi he liked most. Her stubborn, unpredictable self or her smiling, happy, self. No, he did know. He liked them both. Always. It didn't matter what type of mood she was in. He glanced away from the problems he was supposed to be copying to look at her. She was sleeping, as per usual, having long since finished her work.
A bit of drool slid down her chin. She looked so calm, so peaceful, so...cute...when asleep. Kyon impulsively reached out and wiped away the drool with the end of his finger. He couldn't resist and ran his fingertips gently over her soft, so soft, lips. My goddess. Haruhi Suzumiya. Haruhi jumped, almost tipped her desk over, and looked around for whatever it was that had dared touch her. She glared when she noticed Kyon looking at her.
"Stop staring, you dork! I just got attacked by a bug or some pervert! You didn't see what was on my lips, did you? Answer me, moron!" She was standing, yelling. Kyon was laughing on the inside.
"It was a bug, Haruhi. Sit down. Just five more minutes until the bell. Then you can show me whatever you have in the club room. Since you think it's such a huge deal." He leaned back on his desk, just ignoring the work he was supposed to finish, and closed his eyes, waiting for the bell.
Haruhi rubbed at her lips, licking them. They felt warm, tasted so sweet. A wave of irritation swept over her. Had the damn bug shit on her mouth? Some bug shit tasted sweet! Ugh! The thought! And Kyon had done nothing! That idiot!
That...that man. Why does he do this to me? Why...why couldn't it be HIS touch...his taste...on my lips. I remember that dream where he kissed me. It was...wonderful. More wonderful than anything I've felt in my life. He tasted sweeter than strawberries, felt softer and warmer than the brush of summer wind. Oh, Kyon. What is wrong with me? Why can't you just see how I feel?
Maybe he would feel something after she showed him the brigade room. Or maybe he would be upset. He had always...always had a crush on Mikuru, but now she had moved, and...maybe Haruhi had a chance. She sighed in relief when the final bell finally rang. She grabbed her bag, and Kyon, and raced out of the room.
"Let go of me, you psycho!" Kyon was yelling again. Strangely, she let go, but not without first giving him a look of such superiority that he was surprised her nose wasn't in the clouds.
"Then stop wasting time and get your butt to the club room!" She pulled him again, making totally sure he followed.
Kyon eventually gave up and let her drag him, trying very hard not to enjoyment the feel of her hand grasping his so tightly.
"Okay, Kyon! We're here!" She opened her mouth wide and flung open the door. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Kyon blinked, totally dumbfounded. He had totally forgot today was his birthday, and he hadn't even bothered telling anyone when it was. Haruhi, bless her, had somehow found out and put together this party. A smile worked it's way onto his normally stoic face. Itsuki was smiling brightly and Nagato had the same serene expression as always, Asahina was...Kyon almost threw up.
He swallowed the vomit when he realized it was just a doll. Someone had shoved a ball of sparkly streamers into the Mikuru-doll's eyes, making her look like some twisted party decoration. She looked so real. And Kyon had felt dizzy when he'd first seen the doll. Something about it was...sickening. He didn't like this doll, even if he normally wouldn't have turned down a realistic doll of Asahina.
Kyon turned to Haruhi is astonishment. "You...threw me a birthday party? I didn't even know today was my birthday. No one even bothers with mine anymore..." He trailed off as he was suddenly grabbed harshly, yanked down, and felt those wonderful lips on his for only the second time. Bliss...heavenly bliss.
Haruhi couldn't help herself she had taken advantage of Kyon's stunned expression and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted as sweet as the Kyon in the dream had. As warm and safe as she imaged him. She felt his arms wrap around her in a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground.
She eagerly reciprocated and wrapped her legs around him. Haruhi couldn't hear much behind the pounding of her heart and blood rushing in her ears, but she did hear a delighted cheer from Itsuki and a muttered "...finally" from Nagato. She didn't care what they thought. As far as she was concerned, she and Kyon were the only ones in the entire world. She felt his hand move lower, squeezing her bottom lightly, as if he were afraid. I'm not. I'm not. I love you, Kyon. Touch me more. Love me. Their passionate embrace was finally interrupted by Koizumi coughing an irritating "Ahem."
Kyon gasped, reluctantly pulling away from Haruhi. He hadn't wanted it to end. He found himself blushing furiously. His face was likely as red as Haruhi's armband.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what-I just..." Kyon stammered.
Koizumi smiled at him (maybe, since a smile happened to be his default expression). "It's alright. We didn't see anything, right Nagato?"
"Confirmed." She started typing again on the computer, although she was wearing her birthday hat, which looked out of place on the dull-faced alien.
Haruhi was out of breath, embarrassed, and angry. Angry that Kyon had stopped...angry that the others had been there... "I could lie and just say that was Kyon's birthday present from me, but I'm tired of just waiting around while all these others try to...to...be with MY Kyon!"
She glared angrily at the room, particularly at Itsuki and the Mikuru doll, both of whom had hit on Kyon at least once. She didn't know that Mikuru had never done so and that it was an accident, but it didn't matter. Kyon was HERS. Now everyone knew, but...that meant she had to treat him different, right? She couldn't just treat HER Kyon like a normal Brigade member. Things would be different. Wasn't that what she wanted, though? New, different, unusual things? Feeling this way around a boy, kissing him, feeling his touch...that was unusual. Different. Good different.
Maybe she should take his long-ago suggestion. Just turn the SOS Brigade into a club that does various activities. She'd certainly have more members to lord over. Kyon would never help her be a leader. He wasn't. He was...always had been...HER follower. He did what she wanted. She thought it was because he was just bored or a doormat, but now she knew he did it because he liked it. Liked being around her. Warmth crept up her face again. She realized she was clinging to Kyon's arm and let go, flushing even more.
A bang like a gunshot went off as the door, which Haruhi and Kyon had closed in their passionate embrace, slammed into the wall. Haruhi screamed and grabbed Kyon, which was out of character for her, but since he was now...what...her boyfriend? She assumed it was okay. Heart pounding, she looked up to see an absolutely furious Tsuruya, her odd, tiny fangs seemed longer, sharper, than usual, and the expression on her face scared even Haruhi. She glanced at Kyon before turning to Tsuruya, trying to calm her slamming heart.
Tsuruya let loose a furious, feral growl. "Where is she? Where is my best friend? I promised her I would never let anything happen to her! Now she's gone! I haven't seen her since last night. I know, I just know, somehow, that YOU assholes had something to do with it! Where is she?"
Kyon sighed. "What are you mad about now, Miss Tsuruya? Did Haruhi make Mikuru wear something inappropriate again?" He squeezed Haruhi's arm so tightly it almost hurt.
"I didn't! I haven't seen Mikuru since early yesterday! I swear, Tsuruya! Kyon, you're hurting me, dork!"
She noticed he didn't let go, just loosened his grip. She almost smiled, if it weren't for the feral-looking Tsuruya standing in the doorway. She noticed the door handle was bent and the wood had cracks in, like what happens when something very heavy and durable is hit with massive force. What the HELL was with Tsuruya? How did she get so strong? Hmm. Haruhi assumed she just worked out a lot.
Tsuruya lunged forward, moving faster than anyone imagined possible, and grabbed Kyon by the front of his shirt. So strong was her grip that Kyon slipped easily out of Haruhi's tightened grasp. "You! You're the one who seems to always know what's going on! You're coming with me right now!"
She almost absentmindedly picked up Kyon and threw him over her shoulder before leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.
"Nooo! Kyon! Don't! You let her go you bitch!" Haruhi tried the door handle, but apparently the damage Tsuruya had done had made it unable to be opened normally. She launched a hard kick at the door. She worked out. She was strong. Her foot connected, and pain shot through her body as she slid to the floor, whimpering.
"No. My ankle...I think it's broken...Koizumi! Get over here right now and help me! Help me get the door open! We need to get Kyon back from that hussy!" Koizumi stood, walked over to her, and helped her stand.
"Miss Suzumiya...come, won't you have a seat? Tsuruya won't hurt Kyon. She's not some monster! You have us. We're you're friends. We'll try and do something about your ankle. Maybe find a way to make the pain stop." His calm, friendly voice was like an elixir.
Haruhi felt herself calming down. Perhaps Tsuruya wouldn't hurt him. Maybe she just liked to yell. Haruhi almost laughed. Like herself. But if Tsuruya thought she was taking Kyon, she had another thing coming! Haruhi would kick her to the moon! She allowed Koizumi to lead her to a nearby chair. She glanced up and realized she was sitting directly across from the creepy-ass Mikuru doll. She just sighed and looked away angrily.
Yuki pushed a cup of water toward her. Haruhi grabbed the cup and guzzled it down. "Ahh! That hit the spot! Thanks, Yuki!"
Something like a faint smile almost cross her face. "You are welcome. You will take a nap now."
"Wha?" Haruhi felt dizzy, she tried to stand, felt over her chair, landing facedown on the floor of the clubroom. Her vision faded from hazy to black as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Meanwhile, Kyon had been thrust into an empty classroom by the savage-looking green-haired girl that had been carrying him at top speed. He noticed he was in a low-level classroom. In mere seconds, this girl had somehow got from the top floor to the bottom without Kyon even noticing. She had been moving so fast that he had kept his eyes closed. He sighed with relief when Tsuruya finally pushed him down into a chair.
"What the hell was that, Miss Tsuruya!? I mean, really, do you have some kind of special powers or something like the others?" Kyon blurted this out without really thinking, or noticing another person standing in the shadows of the dark classroom. It was too tall to be Tsuruya or Mikuru.
Tsuruya smiled, those long, delicately sharp fangs glinting in the dull light. Her eyes glinted like an animal's, lit up by the single bulb in the center of the room.
"It sure took you long enough...maybe you wondered why I didn't come to you, the way the others did. I know what they all told you. I read your mind when we were coming down here. They all think that Suzumiya is a goddess. At least, that's what they told you, isn't it?"
Kyon blinked, astounded. "You...you're a psychic? Some kind of uber-Esper?" He was staring at the girl, open-mouthed in shock.
"Not even close. You really think aliens, time-travelers, and espers are the ONLY supernatural things out there? Haruhi never wished for my kind. We've ALWAYS existed. How do you think I have that huge mansion? It's been mine for hundreds of years! Well,the land has anyway!" Tsuruya smiled again.
"Regardless, that isn't important. What IS important is what you did to Mikuru." Her voice was fierce again, no longer in exposition mode.
"Tsuruya! Whatever you are, read my mind again! Read it. I didn't TOUCH her! Why didn't you pick up on that?" Kyon glared at her.
Tsuruya's mouth was hanging open, those dangerous looking fangs sparkling like diamonds when the light hit them. Apparently she hadn't thought of this. She stared him in the eyes. Kyon did not move, but stared back. Their eyes locked. Kyon felt soft prickles in the back of his head. Tsuruya the psychic or whatever was definitely rummaging around in there.
"I...I see. I'm so sorry. I didn't...well, SHE told me that the SOS Brigade..." Tsuruya trailed off in confusion and glanced at the shadowy figure in the corner.
The shadowy figure finally stepped into the light. "Long time, Kyon." Her soft voice almost sounded familiar, but there was a lilt to it that wasn't there before. Kyon stared at the tall woman. She had long, butt-length red hair, the color of cherries, ample breasts, delicate features, and happened to be wearing a black zipper shirt and tight white pants.
She almost looked like Adult Asahina, but the differences were too much for her to be the same. Perhaps she was a sibling, like that Fujiwara who Koizumi had killed. She smiled at Kyon, her plump pink lips looking even more inviting than Asahina's had.
"Who the hell are you? Are you another psycho sibling of Asahina's like that Fujiwara?" He kept up his guard, breathing hard.
"I am Mikuru Asahina. Where is Haruhi?" Her lilting voice sounded concerned.
Kyon laughed. "You aren't Mikuru! I know what Adult Asahina looks like, and you aren't her. Haruhi is back in the club room, with Koizumi and Nagato. She's fine. Why do you care anyway?"
The self-proclaimed Adult Asahina closed her eyes and shook her head. "You have to get back. Now. You don't know...you don't...go, Kyon. I will talk to you later. Save her. Save your Haruhi. Without you, she'll be dead or worse before long."
"What are you talking about? She's a goddess, a time warp, an evolutionary potential, whatever. She can handle herself, besides, even if something bad happened in the club room, Nagato and Koizumi could handle it." Kyon scoffed.
"No, Kyon. Haruhi is NOT the one with that power, whatever that power actually is. Go, Kyon! If you don't save her, the world will rewrite itself! Please!" Tears were streaking her face. "Proof, Kyon. Proof." She unzipped the shirt down to the top of her breasts and leaned over.
Kyon stifled a gasp. The star shaped mole. It couldn't be coincidence that one of her sisters could have the exact mark. He looked up at her, fear slowly creeping across his features. "Mikuru. How...? What...?"
"There isn't time, Kyon! You need to go save Haruhi. You'll be able to open the door, don't worry about that. The short version is that I died, here in the past. Myself that was here died and regenerated into myself, Mikuru Asahina still, but not quite the same. They can destroy our bodies, our hearts, but so long as we still have our TPDD on us, even if it is broken, we can regenerate. We'll never look the same as we did before we died, or even have exactly the same personality, but we will have the same memories. And I remember you, Kyon! I remember Miss Suzumiya. I never liked her much, but...you love her. As I said, if you don't save her, the world will either rewrite itself or cease to exist!"
The regenerated Asahina was pleading with him. Her eyes were the same. Caramel with a touch of dark chocolate. Kyon nodded, still confused, but turned and ran from the room. Tsuruya was following him.
"You're too slow, Kyon! If Miss Asahina says it's important, then it is! Allow me!" She easily flung him over her shoulder and sped up the steps and down the hall, her odd green hair dancing about her like streamers. They came to the club room door, and she put Kyon down.
"You heard Miss Asahina. Only you can open the door. Whatever's in there, I'm with you! I'm no weakling, as you know by now!" Tsuruya bared her fangs, a low growl escaping her throat.
Kyon took a deep breath and turned the door handle, revealing what was inside.
R/R. There WILL be another chapter. Already working on it. This one will stay teen, just get...rather violent, but not descriptive, as it goes on. Before anyone asks, Tsuruya is indeed a vampire.
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