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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: Haruhi wakes up and finally finds out the truth behind everything, including Kyon. Since she was sedated due to her slider powers possibly activating, she is not traumatized by the event, just pissed. The dark city is basically a Tokyo version of England's Nightside (owned by Simon Green), called Eien no yoru, or Eternal Night. I own nothing, again. Lots o slightly mushy Haruhi/Kyon. Slight Mikuru/Tsuruya.

What We Need – Chapter 3

Dizzy...pain..., no, just memories of pain, vague...where am I? Haruhi moaned and tried to open her eyes. They felt as if they'd been glued together for years. One the third try, she finally managed it. She almost gasped. Stars, closer than she'd ever seen them without using a telescope.
A massive moon, with tiny tinges of red...far too close to Earth to be natural. What was she? What was this? Her entire body felt...weird. Almost artificially painless and perfect. There was a hollow feeling in her stomach, but she didn't feel hungry. She didn't try to stand up. She just tried to remember what had happened.
Haruhi's eyes opened, taking in the sight of Nagato standing over her with a blank expression on her face, and Koizumi holding a bloody knife, a smile plastered all over his face. There was another man leaning over her as well. He looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him.
She opened her mouth in confusion. “Yuki? Itsuki? Uhm...strange guy? What's going on here? Why are you covered in blood, Koizumi?Why am I...why can't I move!? What is this bullshit? Let me go right now! I demand it as your Brigade leader!”
Itsuki turned his bloody grin on her. “Now, now, dear Miss Suzumiya...you're currently still under Miss Nagato's medications...you don't want us to take that away, do you? If you do, well...let us just say you'll scream more than Mikuru did when we harvested the time traveler's regeneration data.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Time travel? Are you nuts? Also, Mikuru transferred! Let. Me. GO!!” She screamed, tugged at the invisible chains keeping her from moving.
“Well, I tried to keep you calm. Miss Nagato, if you don't mind? We don't want her leaving us for a different world just when things are getting fun!” Itsuki said this all cheerfully, despite being soaked with blood.
“I do not mind. Step aside, Fujiwara. I must be in close proximity.” Huh? Fujiwara? What the hell was going on here? Where was Kyon? Tears welled in her eyes. Oh, lord, what if they had killed him? What if he was DEAD?
She felt a sharp pinch in her thigh as Nagato slid the needle and the sedation medication in.
She saw Fujiwara's twisted sneer as she fell into unconsciousness. “Sleep well, little slider, little goddess.” Laughter echoed in her ears before everything vanished into darkness and nothingness.
Those...little pieces of shit! She had let them in her Brigade, and then they do this! White hot rage threatened to fill her to bursting until she remembered Kyon. She looked down. Her naked body was in perfect shape, even an old scar she'd had since childhood had vanished. What the...? She looked around, pulling the blanket tighter around her.
She almost fainted with relief. Kyon was here! He was lying next to her, snoring away, his head on his pack. She fell back on her pillow, almost shaking with sheer relief. Kyon was safe and alive. Just sleeping. Thank god. She looked around for clothes, spotted the maid outfit she'd had for Mikuru.
She didn't want to wear it, but she still felt a rush of love and gratitude toward Kyon for having thought about her dignity and having laid out SOMETHING to cover her. She sat up, pulled on the maid's outfit. Oddly, it fit perfectly, despite having been made for Mikuru.
The only thing that was too big was the chest area. She used the yellow ribbon she still had in her hair to tie the chest area so that it wouldn't fall down. Haruhi glanced at herself. She didn't have a mirror, but reckoned she looked gorgeous, probably better than Mikuru. She giggled.
Kyon snorted, coughed. “Huh? Wha? What was tha-HARUHI! You're awake. I was so scared!” He pulled her tightly into his embrace. “How do you feel? Do you remember anything? No, nevermind. You don't have to relive that.”
He held her for a long while, just enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm, very alive body against his. Her breathing almost seemed to sync with his heartbeat. Haruhi...you're okay. Nothing else matters right now.
It was the day after they'd decided to go into the city once Haruhi was okay. Next, the hard part. Explaining everything to her. Kyon wondered if he could get Asahina to hold off on that for awhile until Haruhi was totally back in commission.
He felt Haruhi nuzzle him slightly. She looked up at him with her gorgeous dark eyes. “Kyon? What happened? I always said I wanted weird stuff to happen, but...I didn't want anything like THIS to happen. Is it my fault? Did...did I make this happen?”
“I...when...that is, that guy Fujiwara called me goddess, and a slider. Tell me, Kyon! Did I make this happen? Did I somehow make Yuki and Koizumi into killers? Am I this goddess?” She had tears in her eyes, and pain.
“Kyon, please. The truth. I always kind of known about the weird stuff that happened, but it was all explainable. I thought it was neat, but I never wanted to cause it. I never wanted any type of supernatural power, not really. I just wanted to know someone who wasn't normal. I guess that's kind of funny, since the guy I end up falling in love is totally normal. No, you aren't normal, not really. You're perfect, wonderful...I never wanted you to get hurt.” She sobbed into Kyon's fresh T-shirt, shaking.
He gripped her shoulders tightly, comforting her. “Nothing was your fault. Once Asahina wakes up, she and Tsuruya will explain everything. I'll mess it up if I try, I'm sure. After all, I'm a dork, right?” His lips twitched as he used one Haruhi's favorite insults.
Kyon felt it as she shook her head violently and she gripped his back even harder. Kyon ran his hands through her silken, chocolate hair.
“You're not a dork, Kyon! Don't insult yourself. I won't allow it!” She glared up at him with her familiar fierce Haruhi expression. “I never...never meant it, you know that!”
“Haruhi.” He tilted her head up and kissed her softly. “I don't care if you did mean it. It's true. I am a dork. Compared to you, anyway. You're smart, beautiful, good at everything...I can't even finish my damn classwork in time!” He chuckled. She looked up at him with a smile that made it seem like the sun shone only for him, in this world of eternal darkness.
“Wait. Kyon. You said Mikuru and Tsuruya are here too? So she's okay! I was so worried, after hearing what those evil freaks who DARED to knock me out said!” To Kyon's surprise, Haruhi's voice contained genuine happiness at the thought of Mikuru and her best friend. Tsuruya had never liked Haruhi due to her treatment of Mikuru, after all.
“She's fine, Haruhi. We all are. Well, maybe not Nagato...but I don't care at this point. I'd like to punch that Koizumi in the face, though. With a knife. Fifty times.” Kyon's voice was savage, worse than Haruhi had ever heard. She moved to where she was almost sitting in his lap and leaned against his chest. She looked up into his unique, copper-colored, gold-flecked eyes.
“I wonder what made them do it...You said Mikuru could explain everything. If she's the Mikuru I know, I doubt it, but...you know, I just don't know anymore.” She sighed. “Hey, Kyon. Do you know when I fell in love with you?”
Kyon blinked, startled. He hadn't expected that question. “I don't, but it doesn't matter now. I don't care if you fell in love with me a week ago.”
She shook her head. “It was when you asked me about my hair.” She flushed, looked away.
“Huh? I can't remember ever asking about your hair. It's been the same since-” Kyon's eyes widened. “Wait, do you mean that first week of school? When you told me about the days of the week and colors?”
“What did you think? You honestly think it would take me more than a few a days to fall in love with you? Someone as wonderful as you...” She smiled. “Say, when did you fall in love with me? I won't be mad if you say something like 'two weeks ago' or something, I promise.”
“When you asked for aliens, time travelers, sliders, and Espers.” Kyon smiled at her.
She stared up at him in shock. “You're saying it was love at first sight? That is so cliché, even for you, Kyon! I can't believe anyone could love me for being me, even now. I was such an awful person. I was so mean to you.”
“Haruhi. Don't worry about it. If you don't believe the cliched love at first sight, then I'll say this. I fell more in love with you than ever when I heard you sing at the art's festival. You were so bright, so different than usual. I felt like your songs were just for me.” Kyon pounded his chest. “They hit me right here, Haruhi, even if they weren't written by you. When you sang them, it felt like you were singing just to me. Sorry if that's some of that mushy crap you don't want in a relationship.”
She was still blushing hotly. “It isn't mushy, coming from you. I believe you. I always believed you. Trusted you. To the bitter end. When I was singing, I remember seeing you in the audience. You gave me hope. Made me want to do my absolute best. When you were staring at me with those gorgeous copper eyes in astonishment, I felt like I had accomplished something real, something amazing. If it weren't for you, I don't think I could have stood yet another year of school. No friends, no one to talk to, nothing.”
Haruhi sounded on the verge of tears. “I had always tried not to care about that stuff, but looking for strange phenomena isn't something people befriend you over. Guys asked me out because of my supposed great body, but they were all idiots. I never wanted a relationship, until I heard that bored, snide voice asking about my hair. When I looked at you, my gray world was suddenly full of brilliant rainbows. Now I'm sounding mushy. Eeugh!” She made a disparaging noise but did not move from Kyon's lap. She only snuggled closer.
A soft, perky-sounding female voice interrupted them. “Oh! You're both finally awake! I was worried. I thought she might have been reactivated and found you!”
Kyon looked around in horror, as he recognized the voice. “YOU! Why are you worried about whether I live or die? You tried to kill me! And your crazy primary interface tried to kill my Haruhi, and DID kill Mikuru! If you don't leave, I'll call Tsuruya over here and see if she likes the taste of interface blood!”
Ryoko Asakura smiled. It was a genuine smile, not the mad grin she'd had when she'd tried to kill Kyon. “Miss Mikuru Asahina asked me to come here. She used her TPDD and some technology from the future to revive me and make sure I was cut off from the Data Overmind so it couldn't influence my behavior anymore.” She looked away, almost sadly.
“I never meant to kill you that day. I meant to kill Nagato. She was my primary, but I thought I was stronger. I overestimated...as I said that day, I really was just a backup. Threatening you would surely provoke Nagato. She was a slave to the Data Overmind. Well, not a slave, because slaves don't enjoy what they're doing, in most cases. Nagato, if she ever felt any emotion, loved what she did for the Data Overmind. I wanted it to stop. If you refuse to believe me, ask Miss Mikuru. She'll tell you it's true.”
Asakura's eyes locked with Kyon's for a long moment. For some reason, he felt that she COULD be trusted...that she was telling the truth. She had always been trying to save him, save him from the Data Overmind and Nagato, he'd just always thought it was a 'deadly threat'. Kyon nodded, very slightly.
“Hey! What's going on here? What the hell are you all talking about? I'm so totally lost!” This from Haruhi, who had been oddly silent during Asakura's 'confession'.
“Miss Suzumiya! We meet again. I never got to know you very well, before Nagato erased me the first time, but now we have a second chance!” Ryoko held out a hand to Haruhi. Haruhi glared at her and slapped the hand away.
“You said you threatened to kill Kyon. I don't care if it was for a good reason. I'll never try and be friends with anyone who even threatens to harm him.” She made 'hmph' noise and buried her head in Kyon's shirt.
“Asakura...can you...I mean, are you still an interface? Do you still have all your powers?” Kyon was honestly very hopeful she did. She would be a powerful ally.
“I'm so sorry, Kyon. I don't have all of my powers, just some. I'm cut off completely from the Data Overmind, for which I'm eternally grateful to Miss Asahina, therefore my powers are limited.” Asakura looked at the moonlit grass, an expression of true sadness on her face. “I do have emotions. We all do. All the interfaces. Except maybe Nagato.” Asakura sighed. “You probably still don't trust me, so I'll go sit by Miss Tsuruya until Mikuru awakens and explains everything.”
“Explain? Well someone had better!” Haruhi growled.
Kyon ruffled her hair, making her sneeze. “You did that on purpose!” She smacked Kyon lightly on the arm.
Asakura giggled a little before leaving and going to sit next to Tsuruya on the opposing side of the clearing. Tsuruya seemed to be gazing into the dark, threatening forest surrounding them. The two soon engaged in conversation.
He glanced over at the sleeping Mikuru. Well, the waking-up Mikuru. She was still very pretty, maybe moreso, after regeneration. She sat up, stretched, looked around, seemed confused for a few moments before getting her bearings and finally rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and tossing water from the red-tinged river that flowed through her edge of the clearing on her face. She almost seemed to gasp in relief as she washed her hands and face.
He felt a hard tug. He glanced down. Haruhi was glaring at him. “Huh? What's up?”
“You're staring at that other girl. The tall, red-haired one. Why? Is it because she's prettier than me? Who is she, anyway?” Haruhi sounded confused and almost hurt.
“That's Mikuru. She's a time traveler. Remember how I told you that before? You even made a movie out of it. That's her adult self. Sort of. She can explain much better than me. I'm a dork, remember?” He just sighed.
“For some reason, I believe you this time. Maybe it's because I trust you even more now. Time travel, huh? That's interesting...and that Asakura, and Nagato...alien interfaces?” Her face lit up. “That is so amazingly cool! Say, do you think I really could be a slider? And what are you, Kyon? An Esper?” She was staring at him in amazement.
Kyon almost smiled. This was the Haruhi he knew. Still eager for the odd. “Well, pretty much all of that is right, except for the part about me being anything special at all. I'm just a normal guy. Mikuru keeps telling me I'm not, but trust me, she doesn't know what she's talking about. I would know if I had special powers.”
“You still don't believe me, Kyon?” It was Mikuru at last, accompanied by Tsuruya, who was latched onto the red-head's arm, and Asakura, who was fingering a very sharp knife and looked sad.
“Miss Asahina, thank god. I think I was getting more confused by the minute! Sit down and explain, again, to Haruhi. And to me, since I forgot half of what you said yesterday.” Kyon rolled his eyes.
The three girls sat down, almost in a ring around Haruhi and Kyon. “Well, it's like this, pretty much. Suzumiya, I am Mikuru Asahina. The me that you know was brutally slaughtered by Itsuki and Yuki. Time travelers like myself, yes, I am-”
“Miss Asahina, I already told her that part. She believes me. Just explain the regeneration bullshit.” Kyon hurried her on.
“...Alright. After the murder, the forgot to destroy my TPDD. Itsuki had cut it out of me, since it is a part of me most of the time, and just tossed it out the clubroom window. I was in a haze of pain and fear for hours before finally waking up. I knew what had happened, even though I had never regenerated before. I was shaky, could barely walk. Tsuruya found me and helped me into an empty classroom. A lot happened that would be a waste of time to explain, but in the end, we are here.”
Mikuru looked around. “Here, in this eternal night. Eien no yoru...” She shuddered. “We're here because a being with supernatural powers beyond comprehension brought us here, saved us from death, or being hunted down like animals by the angry Data Overmind. Asakura is the only one I brought here myself. I knew her help would be needed. This version of me is a lot more powerful than the high school me.” She smiled at Haruhi, who was just staring open mouthed.
“Haruhi, don't believe whatever bullshit she spouts about the 'being with powers beyond comprehension'. That is total bullshit. I am almost one hundred percent sure that the rest of it is true, however.” Kyon had closed Haruhi's open mouth and was stroking her cheek as he said this.
Mikuru just sighed again. “Kyon, I wish I could somehow prove it to you. Perhaps you'll find out when we head into the city. As for you, Miss Suzumiya, you are indeed a slider. I think that was why Nagato and Koizumi were interested in you, to figure out how you do it. You have traveled to different worlds, but you kept thinking you were dreaming, or you just plain forgot.”
Haruhi's eyes were blazing with excitement. “Wow. I remember some weird stuff, some places I'd never seen before, now that I think about it. I never knew I was traveling to some different worlds. I just thought I was dreaming. A slider, huh? That is just SO totally awesome! How do I use my powers? Can you tell me that?” She sounded eager.
Kyon pinched her cheek slightly. “Haruhi. I don't think it's safe to be experimenting with unknown powers right at this moment. Nagato's boss might detect it.”
She stared up at Kyon in shock. He was telling her not to use her amazing gift? But...it did make sense. She didn't dare do anything that might threaten Kyon. “Okay...for now.” She pinched Kyon's leg. “So...what about Kyon? Does he have any weird powers? It doesn't matter if he's as powerless as a water flea, but I'm just curious, is all.”
“Oh, here goes...” Kyon sounded beyond exasperated.
Mikuru grinned, almost mischievously. “Kyon has the best power of all. He's the one who saved us all, brought us here. To put it simply, he's a god. Or rather, has deity-like powers. Of course, being the skeptic that he is, he refuses to believe me.” She sounded resigned now.
Haruhi's blazing eyes were shining even brighter, and wider. “Kyon! A god! I should have guessed! I knew he was perfect, special, from the day he asked me about my hair. He was the only one who noticed it. Kyon! You don't believe her? I do!”
“Haruhi, think about it. Gods usually know they're gods, right? I've been boring and totally normal my whole life. Besides...if I did believe one of us was a god, hell, even Asakura is a better choice than me for divine powers. I'm basically a useless dork with a ponytail fetish.” Kyon sighed.
Haruhi, however, had tears in her eyes. “Stop it, Kyon. Stop it. I told you to never insult yourself like that again. It's okay if you don't believe it, but...I believe in you.” She was, oddly enough, echoing Mikuru from a day earlier. “I love you. It doesn't matter if you're a deity or a normal guy, but I truly believe you're in you. In god-Kyon and normal-Kyon. No matter who or what you are, I believe in you.” She hugged him tightly.
Kyon relaxed and returned her hug. It didn't matter to her if he had powers or not, it seemed. If he WERE a god, she wouldn't care. It wouldn't make a damned difference. She was so wonderful...perfect. HIS goddess.
“So, what now? We all pretty much got caught up on everything. Do take the plunge? Check out that city now?” Kyon was mostly just wanting everyone to stop thinking he was a god, but he didn't dare yell at them, not right now. If believing he was a god made them feel better, then he wasn't going to keep arguing. He certainly didn't believe it, but if his friends, and his beloved, wanted to, fine.
“It is not that far away. We can likely make it in an hour or so. I will attempt to put a data shield over us as we cross the empty land between the forest and the city. I have detected beings of unknown origin outside the forest and inside the city, so it would be best if we protect ourselves as much as we can until we know if the beings are hostile or benevolent.” Asakura made a speech that really didn't make much sense to Kyon.
She turned to him. “It would be really good if you could use your massive amount of data control abilities to transport us directly there.” Asakura was still smiling at them all. Her smile was real, however, not the twisted farce normally seen on Koizumi and Fujiwara.
“Shut up, Asakura. I REALLY don't feel like arguing about this today. Come on. Just put your data shield over us and let's walk.” He sounded angry.
“Well, if you don't feel like helping, maybe Miss Suzumiya could use her powers to transport from one place to another to take us outside the city walls. I could help her access them. I cannot help you, due to the massive amount of data your contain. If I connect with you in any way, I will likely disintegrate.” Asakura's warm smile almost made him sorry for the times he'd been hostile toward her.
As much as he did NOT want to have to walk through that between-space, he didn't want Haruhi to be hurt either. “Will it hurt Haruhi?”
“Not at all! It will help her, if anything. She will finally be in control of the powers she's had her entire life. Perhaps some of the melancholy she'd been experiencing was due to lack of control of her data transportation abilities. Take my hand, Miss Suzumiya. I will give you coordinates to the city gates.” Ryoko held out her slim, pale hand.
Haruhi looked at Kyon questioningly. “Should I, Kyon? Do you trust her?”
“I honestly don't know yet, but if I am a god, she should know damn well not to hurt you, so since she actually believes this crap, yes, I trust her not to hurt you, at least.”
Kyon glared at Asakura. “I know you say you've changed. I do believe you, but it's hard, since I honestly thought you tried to kill me. I'm telling you now, if this DOES hurt Haruhi and I AM a god, I'll make damn sure you suffer a fate worse than having your data destroyed.”
Asakura nodded and took Haruhi's hand. Asakura's entire body lit up, data codes that Kyon had no hope of reading streamed within and around her, normally dark blue eyes now filled with lines of black and white code. A silvery-blue flash and Asakura was back to normal, now smiling more broadly than ever.
“Miss Suzumiya? You have the coordinates. Now, please, listen to me. I myself am no slider, nor can I appear or disappear at will like you will eventually be able to do, but I know about the ability very well. Before the Data Overmind cut me off, there were billions of petabytes of data, maybe more, on sliders alone, not counting the data we had on the other beings. The only data we do NOT have is that which is in Kyon's body, his power. I will teach you, Miss Suzumiya.”
Haruhi looked at Kyon in shock. “I-I can feel it, Kyon. Worlds...beyond imagining. I can feel them, and it feels like if I wanted I could reach out and be there. It's amazing! Okay, Miss Asakura! Show me how I can do this!”
Haruhi's bright smile lit up the darkness. Kyon watched as Asakura transmitted data to Haruhi. Asakura's warm smile as she did so made Kyon's trust in her rise just a bit more. Maybe things would be alright. Maybe these people were telling the whole truth...but then....that would mean it was true that he was a god. Wouldn't I have known? Felt something? Anything? Maybe you wouldn't have. You are a dork after all. Besides, when you thought Haruhi was a god, you were told she didn't know. She's a slider and didn't know. It is entirely possible. So stop being a dork and accept it!
Kyon smacked his head. He HATED arguing with himself. A god. Unlimited powers. If this were true, Kyon definitely wanted to learn how to use them. Asakura claimed she couldn't touch him due to data overload, and Mikuru could no longer travel in time to show him...whatever. Tsuruya and Haruhi could do absolutely nothing to help him gain access to his powers, if he really did have them.
Kyon glanced at Eien no yoru, that dark, frightening city. Maybe there was something inside that could prove it. Someone that could truly explain and show him. Dammit! They just kept putting off entering the city! He knew it was awful when even Asakura, who was an effectively immortal data entity, slowed their entrance with technobabble and wanting to teach Haruhi about being a slider.
Worse, Mikuru was terrified out of her wits. She didn't know Kyon could tell, but he was excellent at reading body language and facial expressions. Or maybe that was part of being a god. Being extra good at seeing what people were feeling with little to no effort.
The annoyed god slammed his pack into a nearby tree in frustration. Damn it all to hell! He honestly just wanted things back to normal. Well, as long as Haruhi stayed like this Haruhi.
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