~10 Undeniable Truths About Haruhi Suzumiya~

AN:
So, I've decided to write a Haruhi Suzumiya story. I couldn't help it, I honestly couldn't. :D

I'm really excited. I think its easier writing Kyon's POV, 'cuz he's your average, brown haired, horny high school student. He's easier to write than Ichigo Kurosaki.

He just happens to know Haruhi Suzumiya, who's the dynamic, out-there, beautiful high school girl who doesn't realize she's God.

Well, opposites attract. ;)

(…OMG, Mikuru reminds me of Orihime! It's scary! T-T!~!)

…There will be 12 chapters to this story. Intro, 1-10, Epilogue.

Hope you enjoy!

-ChromeHeartSoldier, Self Proclaimed Ultra Director's Executive Assistant's Second Subordinate

I'm a sensible sort-of guy.

Every since I can remember, even as I child, I had squelched any thought of the impossible.

There were no such things as aliens, time travelers, or espers. No matter how much my childish imagination wished there were, it was a simple truth. There were none, they did not exist.

I'm accused for being an anal perfectionist, a hardcore realist.

Call me what you want, but all I know is that I'm a rational person. I base what I believe in on facts and reality.

That was, of course, before I met Haruhi Suzumiya.

That girl took my world by storm. She painted me pictures of dreamlike scenarios.

They came in perfect order.

Yuki Nagato: Alien.

Mikuru Asahina: Time Traveler.

Itsuki Koizumi: Esper.

Haruhi Suzumiya opened my eyes.

Haruhi Suzumiya changed me.

"This year's summer homework is simple," Mr. Yamachi droned. "It's an assignment that sophomore high school kids are capable of."

I rolled my eyes and slumped in my seat. The air conditioning had busted last week, and we had to go through 4 more days of school with no cooling the room.

I had already unbuttoned as many buttons as I could according to dress code, rolled up my sleeves, and I brought a huge bottle of iced water.

But I was still SWEATING.

I groaned and listened on to Mr. Yamachi's verbal diarrhea.

"You are going to write an essay about one of your classmates," Mr. Yamachi continued. "All partners must be boy/girl pairs."

My eyes twitched. The girls in my class were very… weird. I grunted.

That's when I felt a poke on my back.

I turned around to see a, well, SHIRTLESS Haruhi Suzumiya.

She doesn't care who's looking at her when she changes. I stared at her, I stared at her white bra dotted with light green.

I blinked several times.

"Kyon," Haruhi moaned. "Hold my shirt for a second?"

I blinked and took her shirt nonetheless. After a few months of this trend, most of the class was used to seeing Haruhi only partially clothed.

I turned around, holding Haruhi's slightly damp school shirt. Her sweat smelled like raspberries.

Mr. Yamachi's eyebrows rose as he noticed Haruhi, but he shrugged it off.

"You are going to list 10 things about that person that are evident, undeniable qualities. You are going to go into as much detail as possible. It's practically a summer journal."

"Kyon…" Haruhi whispered. "I need my shirt back now."

So I turned around.

I made the cursed mistake of turning around.

Haruhi sat before me, skin shiny and dampened with sweat. She hadn't taken off her bra or anything, mind you.

But she had put her hair up in a ponytail.

Not to woo me, of course. She was doing that unconsciously.

It was really hot, and my little sister always wears ponytails when it's warm out.

But why, why on earth did I have to squeal?

It wasn't a squeal like a pig. No way.

It was more of a… squeal of admiration. One of those squeals that come out when you see something, that is, admittedly, beautiful and unexpected.

My mouth hung open slightly, as I felt myself look at Haruhi in a new way.

I have a freaking ponytail fetish. I can't help it.

At that point, in which, the words slipped out of my mouth.

"Damn, Haruhi… you look beautiful."

The whole class was facing us now. Haruhi had her shirt semi-on, and I was staring at her, gaping like a goldfish.

Haruhi looked at me, her eyes widened and her cheeks tickled pink.

It was awkward. Everything seemed… paused.

That wasn't like me. What the hell was that?

Mr. Yamachi coughed to get the class's attention. Everyone had started giggling at me, which was a very normal reaction.

"I didn't know that you and Haruhi were that 'close'," Taniguchi whistled. He was seated in the seat next to me.

I winced. I waited for Haruhi to hit me, but no hit came.

She just sat there, refusing to look me in the eye. She looked out the window, her hair suddenly let down again, the back of her head being the only thing I could see of her.

Mr. Yamachi stood up. "Well, Mr. Kyon," He said, smirking. "Since you think our dear Ms. Suzumiya is 'so damn beautiful', I am partnering you up with her."

I felt my heart stop.

NO. WAY.

Haruhi turned to face me then. Her eyes sparkled a little.

Then again, they always did. Maybe it was my imagination.

"I expect good essays, you two…" Mr. Yamachi said, smiling to himself and walking away.

I was officially partnered with Haruhi Suzumiya. I had to spend my entire summer learning about her.

I bit my lip and slinked down in my seat, running a hand through my sweaty hair.

Did it get 10x hotter in here, or is it just me?

When I got to the clubroom that afternoon, the only 'person' there was Nagato, of course.

I hesitated, and took a seat down next to her.

"Afternoon," I murmured nervously.

There was no reply for a while. Nagato looked at her book for a second.

But after just a second, I heard that book close shut.

Nagato turned to face me. Her expressionless face shone in the sunlight.

"At precisely 1:56 this afternoon, the Data Transmission Through Thought Entity confirmed that there was a flux through the transmission of data. That by no means is possible." Nagato paused. "The instability of all matter, the primary flux in the Entity's history, was of 6.7 magnitude, as strong as a common earthquake times 120." She paused again and seemed to calculate something in her head. "Approximately 143 trillion watts of raw power was transmitted, but over 34/35ths of that data vanished in that flux."

I knew what was coming next.

"And Haruhi Suzumiya was the center of that flux?"

Nagato nodded. "In fact, the Entity has also confirmed that Haruhi Suzumiya had spontaneously destroyed precisely 143 protons that very second."

I blinked. "Proton decay? Impossible."

Nagato shook her head. "As proven, it is very, very possible." She paused. "Haruhi Suzumiya unconsciously unlocked a key to auto evolution. She had established that proton decay is possible, and that eventually, all protons will decay."

All this technical speak was making my head spin. "So, Haruhi involuntarily surprised even the Data Thought Entity?"

Nagato shook her head. "Surprised is a superlative understatement."

I was shocked. "…what has the Entity found out about the cause of the sudden Flux?"

Nagato almost smiled. I swear.

"That is when you come into play. The Flux was caused by Haruhi Suzumiya's heart irregularly beating."

There was silence.

Nagato stood up and walked over to the shelf to put her book away. "That is all I can reveal to you. The rest of the data is classified."

And with that, our sudden, wakening conversation dissolved.

Soon, after about 12 minutes, Mikuru tumbled into the room in her maid outfit.

I smiled at her. "Hi, Asahina."

She didn't even look at me. She pulled me out of the room without a word.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her, feeling a horrible sensation rise up my throat.

Mikuru looked up at me. She looked stern, which was unlike her.

"The company I am affiliated with," Mikuru whispered, her face streaked with red. "…the company I am affiliated with confirmed that at precisely 1:56 this afternoon, there was another timequake."

I blinked. "What?"

Mikuru took a deep breath, and continued. "There was a very radical disturbance of time. It was proven that for just about 12.4 nanoseconds, a dinosaur arrived through a classified source in time and stood on the top of a building in downtown Tokyo in a classified year in the future."

I blinked. "Impossible."

"And my company has confirmed that for just about 1.23 nanoseconds, Feudal Japan came back to life. All time was jumbled up, and a classified number of different classified technologies that belonged in certain time used classified to appear in numerous times where they did not exist."

I blinked. That 'classified' was the perfect censor.

"And… let me guess. Haruhi Suzumiya was at the center of this timequake."

Mikuru nodded. "Suzumiya-san was indeed the center of this catastrophe."

I took a deep breath. "What is your company's prediction on what the cause of the quake might be?" I asked her. "I mean, if it isn't classified?"

Mikuru seemed to choke a second, but she stood up straight after awhile.

"That's already been determined, and it is no by no means classified." She paused. "The timequake was caused by Haruhi Suzumiya's heart skipping a beat."

Precisely 20 seconds after Mikuru and I walked into the classroom, Koizumi gestured me out.

I sighed and followed him.

We sat in the hallway, our legs crossed. Koizumi was smiling. Hell, he was always smiling.

"I realize that our fellow Brigade members have already beaten me to informing you about the numerous incidents that occurred at 1:56 this afternoon." He said, smiling to himself. "Well, it was a very predictable victory for the two of them, but I can no longer do anything about it."

Koizumi looked at the ceiling.

"At exactly 1:56 this afternoon, I was told that a time beast appeared at Osaka for a split second." Koizumi shook his head. "It scared the natives shitless."

He smiled again. "The difference, however, was that no closed space was created as predicted. In fact, the opposite of a closed space, which I will refer to as an open space, was formed for exactly 1 second. It was a sudden jolt of happy atmospheric proportions."

I blinked. "An open space? A space… created by a Haruhi Suzumiya's joy?"

Koizumi laughed. "No. It was actually caused by a subliminal form of happiness that Haruhi refused to accept."

I punched him softly on the shoulder. "Shut up. You're hiding something from me."

Koizumi shook his head and grinned. "I was getting to the cause of Haruhi Suzumiya's happiness, and why her heart skipped a beat."

He smiled and pointed at me. "You."

I blinked. "What?"

"You, Kyon," Koizumi said, grinning. "You made God smile truly for the first time in three years."

The rest of the afternoon was unbearably silent. All the information dumped on me was weighing me down.

"You made Haruhi truly smile for the first time in three years."

All the thoughts in my head blended like a puree of different, strange emotions.

For some reason, every few minutes, I found myself glimpsing to the Ultra Director's chair, which, was for some, uncomfortable reason, felt wrong being empty.

I was, of course, the last person to leave. The sun was already beginning to set, and the sky was a rusty orange.

But for some reason, the time of 1:56 echoed through my head,

After several seconds of staring out the clubroom window, I sighed and turned around, ready to lockup.

But, to my surprise, Haruhi Suzumiya was standing in the doorway, looking flustered.

"Hey," I said anxiously, smiling at her.

Haruhi looked at me and started blabbing.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to the meeting today! I got so caught up and…" She paused, sounding very un-Haruhi like. "…I needed to think about some things."

It was silent. We just stared at each other.

I spoke first. "About what I said this afternoon…" I whispered. "I didn't mean to say such a… such an inappropriate thing. I hope you'll accept my apology. Sorry."

Haruhi just stared at me, her golden eyes shining at me nonetheless.

"It's okay," She said simply. "…you're forgiven."

Haruhi walked over to the computer table next to me and reached to get her bag next to it.

I stared out the window, trying not to start any awkward conversation.

Then I noticed the little spark in the sky.

…the beginning of a closed space?

I panicked. What was wrong?

I turned to face Haruhi. You could tell right away what was wrong.

Haruhi looked… disappointed. She looked let down, almost dissatisfied.

What could she possibly want?

Damn, Haruhi… you look beautiful.

…was that inappropriate? I didn't call her sexy or lip-smacking (Okay, I did that ONE time), so…

…curse those stupid emotions.

Just as Haruhi turned to leave, I felt myself reach out and gently grab her shoulder.

She stopped walking and turned around. "What is it, Kyon?"

I took a deep breath, smiled fretfully, and added: "You really are beautiful though, Haruhi. Both inside and out."

Haruhi and I sort of stared into each other's eyes, like in one of those shitty Disney movies.

But I… I didn't want to let her go.

And for some reason, I ended up walking Haruhi home, all the way to her front door. It was a long way from my house, but I felt obliged to do so.

And when she half turned to walk into her house, it all became worthwhile.

"Night Haruhi," I said, waving and smiling.

Haruhi smiled and waved back, but paused when she turned about halfway to get into her house.

She seemed to be contemplating something. I felt a weird heat rise in my stomach.

It all happened so quickly.

Haruhi turned around, bounced back towards me, tip toed, and kissed my cheek, with her hands pressed against my chest.

The contact was affectionate and bubbly, short and sweet.

My head was spinning when she pulled away.

When she did, Haruhi had a stern look on her face.

"That didn't happen," She decided. "Don't tell a soul."

I nodded, my head still clouded with strange emotions.

"Consider yourself lucky, Kyon." Haruhi said, grinning. "Not every member of the SOS Brigade gets a kiss as a reward from the Ultra Director herself."

I nodded. "You wouldn't kiss Koizumi." I smirked.

There was an awkward silence. I looked in horror. Was Haruhi actually pondering about this?

"He's a different story," Haruhi said finally. "You're Kyon."

And with that, Haruhi reached up, kissed me on the cheek AGAIN, and hopped off into her house, the door clicking silently behind her.

Me, I stood out on the corner of her house underneath the streetlight's warm glow, feeling the moist and warm spot on my cheek next to my lips.

…why couldn't it be Asahina?

That was all that was running through my mind. I knew it was all a copout, though.

I knew that even though it was definitely, out of this world impossible, I wished that Haruhi had missed and kissed my lips exactly.

That was the beginning of the 10 Undeniable Truths of Haruhi Suzumiya.

AN:

Aw, so fluffy! XD

I love writing stuff like this. It was WAY easier then writing Bleach.

Writing Nagato Yuki was hard, though. I had to search up a bunch of technical crap and stuff. Ugh.

Anyways, I loved writing this, so I guess my next update will be a few days from now along with a LLWS chapter.

Read on, please, and review!

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The First Undeniable Truth Of Haruhi Suzumiya