❝ the disappearance ❞

It had been two long weeks since Haruhi saw Kyon, or rather, the brigade as a whole.

However, on the last day of summer vacation as second year students, Haruhi decided that maybe she should be a little daring and do something to surprise her menial tasks guy. Of course, she knew that he wouldn't expect a thing, especially when it was something that was surely going to be unexpected.

So she decided to call him up. He was number two (she wanted to make him number one, but that number was reserved for voicemail) on her speed dial and she waited for him to pick up, but didn't wait long enough for him to actually speak up.

That's when she started speaking, her voice serious.

"Kyon. You better stay at home; I'm coming over there and if you leave by the time I show up, your head will roll. Got it?"

And she hung up after that ominous message, deciding that if she were really going to do the things that she had planned, she would have to dress up for it. Which is why when she does show up at Kyon's doorstep, she's wearing a sleek, black dress that's shorter than any of Mikuru's outfits - especially the waitress outfit - and a bag was worn over her shoulder, packed with various things that she would use for today's... activity.

[ A certain teenage girl opens the door to the brigade clubroom cheerfully, not caring who or what is there. There's no way she's going to knock, even if Mikuru may or may not be changing. ]

Hey, everybody, did I keep you guys waiting?

[ .... Obviously not. ]

[ Haruhi stirred a little in her sleep before waking up, her eyes wide in surprise. However, there was something wrong. Something was off. Maybe a part of her knew what happened, but right now, she couldn't tell.

She didn't even remember what the hell happened last night, and just trying to remember it caused her to have serious migraines.

And that sucked a lot. But she soon turned in her bed and noticed two things. One: Kyon was sleeping right next to her. Two: she wasn't wearing anything, and the only thing protecting her body from being revealed to the teenage boy next to her was the blankets that were on top of them.

Time to be annoying and poke said boy while speaking in the loudest, yet most serious voice that she can muster up. Even though she does sound slightly exhausted still. ]

Wake up.

[ On a seemingly ordinary day, Haruhi barges into the clubroom, holding a small, yet mysterious box. She's later than usual, but it's not like she really cares as she speaks in her usual energetic voice as she enters with style. ]

Hey-ho! Sorry I'm late, I had to get a little something!

[Being married means a lot of changes. Some of those changes include sleeping together. And the fact that Haruhi's only wearing a very long white shirt (that obviously belongs to Kyon) means something.]

Kyon, wake up.