but all remains the same. ( closed )

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[ There was a blank look on Haruhi's face as she sat behind Kyon at school. It was almost as if she had lost all feeling, and she didn't know what to do. She was back, she was here. Yet it made no sense at all.

Her memories were jumbled, and she didn't know if she was to believe anything anymore. She was told the truth back there, in that world - that town - by Kyon himself.

"I am John Smith."

And the mere fact that he was shook her whole world and broke it apart. Everything she knew was a lie. Things were definitely exciting, and she was completely unaware of it all. But there was still one question left unanswered.

Why her?

Why was she 'chosen' to see these things happen right in front of her? To have everything she wished for? Was there a reason?

So, after school, Haruhi sits on a chair alone, looking out the window towards the sky. ]

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[slave_of_suzumiya]

Okay then... You're acting weird today, y'know. Even for you.

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It's not weird. It's completely normal. I'm acting the same as I always did, and -

[ She'll shake it off, standing up now. ]

I'm leaving.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Because I noticed your behaviour?

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That's not it.

[ She sighs, giving her hair a flip. ]

You really don't remember, do you?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Remember what?

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The other world that we were in.

[ There's a slight pause as she hesitates to say the name of that world. She doesn't want to. If he knows, he knows. And if he doesn't, well. ]

You told me everything there. [ A beat. She's not exactly sure if it was 'everything'... ] Or, mostly everything, anyway.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Other world...?

(... The closed space? But that was ages ago. And all I told her is that she looks sexy in a ponytail.)

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It was a town in America, apparently. But it wasn't really in America, just a duplicate version of it. Many things happened there. I could probably write a novel about it if I wanted to. I... don't remember how I managed to get back, though.

[ Her voice cracks a bit, as she gives him a nostalgic smile, her eyes welling in tears. ]

But I know better now. I wanted you to remember, but I guess you didn't. That's okay, though. After all, I already know enough.

Right, John?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Ah, I see... Uh... Sorry?

(Okay, I'm lost. Even more lost than usual. Could someone please explain this to me? Nagato? Koizumi? I'll even accept Asahina (big). And did she seriously just call me "John"?)

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[ Haruhi shakes her head, wiping her face. She shouldn't be like this. She usually isn't, and she doesn't want to be. ]

It's okay. I'm... fine. I'll be fine.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

You sure, Haruhi...?

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Of course I'm sure! Even though you don't remember, I do. After all, I'm the great Suzumiya Haruhi who can travel through time and space!

[ Or well. ]

Well, maybe not like Mikuru-chan can, or you, but you get the point. Anyway, I'm going home. If you want to come too, I won't mind.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Uh, sure... I guess I can come if you want.

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Okay, then: let's go.

[ She'll grab his hand and promptly start dragging him off. She may be back home, but it's not like she's lost her touch. ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[Off we go~!?]

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[ She'll be nice (for the most part) as they walk along. Haruhi's actually humming happily as she holds Kyon's hand, heading over to her own home. ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(... She's actually kind of cute like this.)

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Okay, we're here~♪

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Alright...

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[ Haruhi then smiles before she drags him inside, closes the door and smiles. ]

I'm... going to try something.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Uh, sure. Go ahead...

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[ She'll give him a nice, long kiss on the lips then. ]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[A-ah! She took him completely off guard!]

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Was that... okay?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It was fine... I thought you didn't... y'know... that sort of thing?