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]

[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.)

[extraordinarily]

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?

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... I changed.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Ah, I see...

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I just thought that would help you remember. That's all.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right... So uh... Was there a lot of kissing between us in this American place then?

[extraordinarily]

Ah, uh... well. A little.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

"A little", you say...?

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W- ... why do you want to know, anyway?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, why not?

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Because... it's embarrassing.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

How so?

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Because it just is.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Were we dating or something perhaps...?

[extraordinarily]

H- how did you figure that out?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, what else am I supposed to deduce from the probability of many kisses?