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Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

There was the nagging thought that something was off in Kyon's mind, but for now he ignored it as he and Mikuru made their way along towards the Brigade clubroom. After all, it had been odd but not entirely unreasonable, and the presence of the happy girl beside him did a lot to assuage any ill feelings that he might have at the moment. It was how things usually went, and he didn't complain as they arrived at the old school building. It was all the usual, and so he certainly wasn't expecting anything to be that much out of the ordinary. Oh, thank you, he said to Mikuru as she slipped ahead to open the door for him, something that didn't usually happpen. He was more than capable of doing so himself, but the fact that it was her reduced a lot of the annoyance that he might otherwise feel. And at least she hadn't tried to run him over like Haruhi probably would have if the two of them had arrived at the same time. That had happened more than once. But stepping inside, he looked around in surprise at what he saw. There was...nothing here. Just books and the table. No computer, no racks of cosplay and various collected paraphernalia, nothing to indicate that the SOS Brigade had ever been here. Even the dust indicated how little this room was used. That was...very strange, and he couldn't help but remember the event where Nagato had done much the same thing in the past, altering reality to remove Haruhi's godly powers and make a more normal universe. But even this couldn't be the same, since Nagato was missing as well. More odd was the fact that Mikuru apparently didn't notice, and simply sat down at the table with her lunch. Kyon took a moment to bemoan the loss of maid cosplay, both in terms of the delicious tea and what said cosplay had done for Mikuru's appearance, before he shook himself out of that and joined her at the table. He went over it, and at last reached a decision. It was too hasty to assume anything right now, since the others might end up arriving later. He wasn't dead set on the idea of being thrown into an alternate universe or something just yet. So he produced his lunch as he sat down across from her and opened it up his own lunch, doing much as he always did. So, how was your morning? Business as usual, at least until further notice. That was his resolve. He would not humiliate himself in a hurried panic, like he had the last time with Nagato.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

The room itself had changed little, if any, with only the contents differing from how it should have been. From these simple facts, however, one could extrapolate that many events had not occurred which should have, at least if the room Kyon was familiar with was any standard to judge against. Mikuru waited until Kyon joined her at the table before opening her own lunch, her delicate fingers working to untie the napkin around it before lifting the lid. Hm... Well, I received back some of the quarterly tests results from last week, Mikuru replied, I did a bit better than I expected to, and I think most of that was thanks to our study session. She quickly waved her hand in the air, I know you don't like talking about school much, but I am very grateful to both you and Ms. Suzumiya for helping me out. The soft spoken young woman gave Kyon a thankful nod before changing the subject entirely, Say, Kyon, did you make your own lunchbox today? Everything looks so good today that I want to try some. She flashed him one of her charming smiles, possibly quite unaware of the influence she had on Kyon when she made such an expression. I'll let you have some of mine instead, if you want. The lighthearted nature of the conversation only amplified how empty the room felt without Haruhi's imposing presence. From the look of the room, it appeared as if Haruhi herself rarely entered it as she had a tendency to fill living spaces with stuff when given free reign.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

For all the changes, at least the lunch that Kyon had was still the same as when he had set out this morning. He didn't think it was all that impressive, but that was probably his kind and humble nature at work. At the same time, he listened to her talk as Mikuru related the school day thus far. Though he would admit that he was taken aback to hear that he and Haruhi had helped her. As far as he recalled she had never really needed help with schoolwork, though that was more because he knew that she had to blend in. But he was also confused when she didn't mention Nagato. Wouldn't the alien have been involved with anything like that? It's nothing, he demurred, pretending that everything was the same before she shifted on to another topic, all on her own. And that one was more interesting, as he looked up just in time to catch the smile aimed his way. My heart! He cried out mentally at the effect, like that of a gunshot as she struck him down with sheer cuteness and power, making it nearly impossible for him to refuse such a request even if he had wanted to. At a place and time like this, he was her willing servant. Haruhi could learn a lesson or two from this angelic vision of beauty. So he smiled back, pushing his lunch box forward slightly so that Mikuru could have better access to it. Um, yeah, I did. and sure, I guess we could do that. He tried, and somewhat failed, to fight back a blush and nervous chuckle as all sorts of visions ran through his head, like them feeding each other with chopsticks, even as he recognized that that sort of thing only happened in romance novels and not in reality. But a man could dream, right? In such a state, he hardly noticed the emptiness of the room, even if it was strange. Credit a man with his priorities, if you would.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Mikuru reached over with her chopsticks, taking a piece from Kyon's open lunch box and placing it between her fair lips. Her eyes closed and for a moment after sampling she considered her response. She smiled and nodded twice, the absence of overdone theatrics as in cooking shows serving to reassure him that Mikuru did not simply feign approval of the dish, Its good, Kyon... Here, try some of mine, too. Time itself appeared to extend, her chopsticks, the very same chopsticks which had touched her lips, those luscious, divine lips of hers, reached down toward her own lunchbox and grasped a stewed vegetable. It lifted up out of the small compartment in which it had been placed, the eating implements rendering it momentarily weightless as it were as it proceeding toward Kyon's face. Ne, Kyon, Mikuru giggled, her own cheeks tinted with the slightest of blushes, Ahhh... In a matter of moments, that one stewed vegetable had become the most delicious piece of food in the universe, at least to the mind of the young man seated across from her at the table. Having been subjected to ridicule, abuse, and more than a fair share of downright inconveniences, had the universe finally cut him a break? Just what manner of world had he stepped into? None of that mattered, of course, to the mind of the young man in question. No, perhaps against his better judgement circumstances dictated that he had a mission to fulfill securing a divine gift offered from above.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Kyon waited patiently as Mikuru sampled his food, eagerly anticipating whatever she might say, whether it ended with his hopes being dashed upon the rocks of despair, or lifted up to the highest heights with her approval. Naturally he would prefer the latter, but it could not be denied that the former was also possible. And yet he would not be entirely surprised, since he had become used, even resigned, to such disappointments. All in all, it might be too good for him. But no, his wishes were fulfilled as she voiced her approval of his meal, earning a burst of pleasure deep within his thudding heart. Mikuru's words lifted him up, brought him higher than he had been in recent days, and absolved whatever Haruhi had done to crush his soul. And it was only made all the better as she proceeded to offer him her own food, complete with cute directions for him to open his mouth wide. Okay, that last bit was slightly humiliating, but moreso it was completely overwhelmed by how cute it was. And certainly it didn't matter as his mind practically shut down at the food headed his way on hovering chopsticks. This...this was what he had hoped for, dreamed of! Was his life finally turned around? Was Haruhi on some sort of romantic comedy kick? He didn't know, but there was no way he was going to let this by! No Haruhi around to cut him off, no Tsuruya to kick his butt, it was all set to go ahead! So with all hopes set to maximum, he leaned forward and opened his mouth as requested, ready to feast upon this most joyous of gifts.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Closer and closer the blessed offering moved, even as Kyon's mouth readied to accept it. Mikuru's cheeks flushed more deeply, and her hand holding the chopsticks wavered to such an extent that she had to lift her other hand to steady it. Onward and forward past the twin demons of embarrassment and hesitation she bravely fought, with only the short distance remaining standing in her way. Just before it moved past the point of no return, however, the unthinkable happened. Twist The doorknob of the club room turned, and through the open doorway peered a familiar but very much unwelcome face. Oh... I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? Koizumi's apologetic tone rang with both sincerity and amusement. Mikuru quickly withdrew her hand stabbed the bit of food into her own mouth, the young woman's face burning a deep red. If her body heated up any more, it would have caused a localized warming of the air around her. Rather than simply turn around and leave, however, the intruder stepped inside and took a seat at the table beside Kyon, setting his own lunchbox on the table as well. I realize that the two of you have been tiptoeing around the issue for a while now, but if you keep doing things that would be easily misunderstood by your fellow students, you will only bring more of their ire down on you. I realize things with your childhood friend might be complicated, but it would probably be best for all of us in the end, Koizumi smiled, as if merely offering friendly advice to two people whose lives had little to no bearing on his own, After all, my part time job has been pretty slow these days, and I'd very much like to keep it that way if at all possible.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Close, so close to what he wanted. Kyon was practically salivating, his own cheeks gaining a dusting of a blush at the same time at the thought of what he was about to do. After all, most of the time he wouldn't even get to this point. Physical violence was such a constant, that to not have it directed at him in this moment was amazing, even if he knew, deep down, that things weren't right. Then, his hopes came crashing down. The door swung open, admitting the other bane of his existence, Koizumi, into the room. Sadly it seemed that whatever changes had happened here hadn't gotten rid of him, nor his continual habit of butting into things that were none of his business. Outrage flared, but that was subsumed as he jerked back, removing whatever might be witnessed of a now embarrassing moment even as Mikuru did the same. So close, so dang close. It seemed this wasn't a romantic comedy after all. At the very least, he wasn't finding it funny. No one asked for your opinion, he grumbled, more to himself out of habit than anything, since he knew that trying to get Koizumi to change his mind was like bashing his head against a brick wall an exercise in futility. Still, he knew the important job that the Esper did, and were it not for his own stubbornness, he would have been more willing to listen. Certain he appreciated the work that Koizumi and his group did, to keep the world safe from rampaging Haruhi brain monsters and such. Then something he had said caught in Kyon's mind, even as the hormone denied teenager went back to eating his lunch. Specifically, the mention of a childhood friend. It was...probably Haruhi, assuming that sort of thing was the same. There hadn't been any indication otherwise after all. What're you talking about, he said then, not looking over at the esper as he assuaged his damaged soul with food, musing on his bruised dreams and fantasies. So close, and yet so far.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Sorry, Koizumi held up one hand apologetically, but even as he did so he opened the lid of his lunchbox with the other, I may have said a bit too much. The other involved party is right here, after all. He gestured toward Mikuru, who waved both hands in the air in protest. The poor girl had most likely not accounted for the untimely intrusion from her fellow student and underclassman. N-no, you've got it all wrong, Mikuru stuttered, Just because we have known each other since middle school doesn't mean there is anything of that sort going on between us! I mean, even though... I mean... She found herself quite at a loss of words, her wide, glossy eyes glancing about the room until they settled on Kyon, wordlessly pleading for assistance. Do not worry, Koizumi smiled, Your secret is safe with me. Rest assured that I will continue to do my best to maintain the status quo. All I ask is that you do the same. Haruhi is quite satisfied with simply observing the two of you for now. In fact, it seems she might even enjoy the way you play off each other. Koizumi's tone grew somewhat darker, However, there is a fine line between interest and envy. If we happen to cross that fine line, we may be in a lot more trouble than any of us could imagine. Of course, this is all just a theory at this point, Koizumi's smile returned and along with it the lightness in the air, It could be that she sees the two of you much like I do. You are both important friends of mine, and I would not want anything bad to befall either of you. He then shrugged, I hope you do not mind me changing the subject once again, but would either of you happen to have plans for this weekend? He began eating his lunch in a nonchalant manner.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Kyon gave Koizumi his best 'Not amused' expression, before glancing over at Mikuru. So...that was that then? Things began to fall into place as he interpreted what had been said, and the implications from it. Haruhi still seemed to be a God, but in this case it seemed like Mikuru wasn't a time traveler, but rather his childhood friend. Not that he was going to disagree with that, given his traditional mindset. Much to his lamentation though, it seemed that there were also elements here that sought to thwart his desires, the influence of Haruhi and her ever present dangers making it seem as anything that might be a sign of an open romance would be frowned open. In a matter of moments though he couldn't help but notice the look that Mikuru gave him, the one that seemed to radiate as a plea for help and assistance. These were the sorts of things that Kyon was glad to do, even if it wasn't saving her from Haruhi's depravity. The fact that it was merely Koizumi only made it slightly less worthwhile. Yeah, what she said, he replied in a less than approving tone, even though he knew that the unflappable esper would stay the same as ever. Of course, following on the heels of that was the warning and the doomsaying, the promises of bad things to come should Haruhi be agitated. Like he hadn't heard that a hundred times already. Yeah yeah, I know this already, Kyon pointed out with a wave of his hand as he turned to eating his food. It wasn't as if Haruhi was around at the moment, and even if she had been he had no doubt that it would have resulted in some pain for him, and life would have gone on as normal. Probably. Though at this point he should probably stop tempting fate like that. Idiot, don't just change the subject after dumping that on both of us, Kyon ranted in his head, voicing none of that as Koizumi shifted the subject to weekend activities, like it was nothing and they were merely talking about the weather. Leaning slightly over his lunch box, Kyon glanced over to Mikuru before answering. Nothing major, he replied then. He knew how to keep his schedule open, since more likely than not Haruhi would want them all for some adventure that would undoubtedly consume all of his free time. He was used to it by now.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Mikuru calmed down when Koizumi shifted the topic, her normal color returning as her lunch box once again regained her attention and the original goal of their meeting in the club room remembered. She began to eat once again without hesitation, only chiming in to speak with Kyon rather than including Koizumi in her comments. The two seemed fairly familiar with each other, but rarely conversed. This held true even under these slightly abnormal circumstances, it seemed. But Kyon, Mikuru leaned forward and whispered into his ear, We did agree to go to a movie together after the half day at school on Saturday, remember? She gave him a pleasant smile, Do you think we should tell Koizumi about that? She leaned in again and added, Oh, and don't worry about what Koizumi said earlier. I'm sure he is just being extra careful, but I promise that Ms. Suzumiya won't become upset if we are a bit more open. I mean, she was the one who encouraged me in the first place, after all. She drew back, giving Koizumi room to chime in again. Well, if either of you have the time, then I would very much like you to meet someone, Koizumi once again smiled in that irritatingly easygoing manner, Apparently her supervisors are very much interested in Ms. Suzumiya, but given that the two of you are the closest to her in terms of familiarity, it goes without saying that she should earn your approval first before simply walking up and introducing herself. Koizumi paused for a moment before continuing, Her name is Ryoko Asakura, and she will be transferring into the school sometime next week.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Leaning over, Kyon also joined in the effort to somewhat exclude Koizumi, as Mikuru informed him that they had agreed to go to a movie this weekend. He certainly felt no desire to inform the esper, even if it might seem rude. After all, this was another thing he had only envisioned, and all sorts of things could happen in a movie theater. Holding hands, sharing popcorn, things that would make this world seem even more like a romantic comedy. He could only wonder where Nagato was Or Tsuruya, for that matter, but he expected that she would show up eventually At least he didn't need to worry as much about interference from Haruhi, if Mikuru was right. Which didn't change the care he'd give it, but it was a lessening of the burden that he usually wore. I don't think so, he whispered back to her, falling into the routine easily. It's not like it's his business. If the two of them wanted to hang out, there was nothing the esper could really do to stop them. That was certainly true enough. That said he shifted back and began to eat once more, while Koizumi indicated that there was someone that he wanted them to meet. Hm? Kyon glanced over as he continued to eat, wondering who it was. He could only imagine it was Nagato, but there would be very odd. Well, alternate universe he supposed, how bad could it- The food caught in his throat, earning a cough as Kyon choked on his food, at the same time lamenting his misfortune. Ryoko Asakura? The psychotic Data Entity that had stabbed him and nearly killed him twice? Even the very thought sent dread through his form as he struggled to recover. What had seem like a very nice world had suddenly taken a turn for the darker, and he wasn't sure that he liked it at all.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Kyon?! Mikuru stood up from her seat and stepped over to his chair, a look of concern across her features, Are you alright? She reached out a few times toward his back, as if attempting to pat him and attempt to dislodge whatever had gotten stuck in his throat. She withdrew her hand each time, however, perhaps worried that her attempts at helping would only make matters worse. Koizumi, for his part, showed neither surprise nor concern, Have the two of you met before, by any chance? His perpetual smirk remained, the look that concealed whatever true thoughts or emotions he might be harboring within that false exterior. She approached me some time back, but I had some concerns about her methods. Even so, I believe it would be a wise choice on our part to earn her trust and guide her along a more moderate approach rather than oppose her outright, Folding his hands together in front of him, Koizumi continued, Of course, you do have the final say in the matter, so I can do nothing more than offer advice. Let me know what your final decision is on the matter, and I'll let the others know as well. Either way, I believe the next few weeks will be quite eventful, wouldn't you agree? He turned toward Kyon, his calm exterior yielding a slight hint of amusement in his demeanor. It was a cruel fate indeed, as no matter what universe Kyon stepped into seemed to be filled with countless inconveniences that Haruhi would doubtless find exciting but only caused trouble for himself.
Thread: The Unwilling Slider [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Kyon coughed, pounding his chest as he attempted to remove the lodged food. Mikuru's help would have been appreciated, but really he hadn't expected it. Perhaps he was just getting too pessimistic. Fortunately for him and his prospects of survival though, he was eventually able to save himself, and merely coughed as the food slipped free. With his life saved, he took some deep breaths, recovering from his recent escapades. Though really, if Asakura was coming here then it might have been a better idea to get himself out of his potential misery now. But he couldn't do that to Mikuru, whatever he might think of the insane AI. At the same time, he glared at Koizumi, the esper seemingly unconcerned with what had just happened Idiot! Have a sense of priority! Really, of Kyon had choked to death on food then where would they have been? He'd like to imagine that Haruhi would be able to magic him back to life, but he wasn't about to risk his welfare on it. Nearly dying once was more than enough for him. I'm fine, he said to Mikuru first, waving her off. At the very least he had to put her at ease, before anything else. That done, he looked over to Koizumi, showing off his lack of enthusiasm on the matter, though for anyone else it might be hard to tell that it was any different from normal. I'll think about it, he told the esper before going back to his lunch. He'd prefer to figure out what was going on before revealing anything about alternate universes. He had learned from the last time, and would not make the same mistakes again. Or so he hoped.