Brian Randall
2nd July 2006, 12:31 AM
Trying again, hopefully this time with less failure....
The Blunt Force Trauma of Suzumiya Haruhi
Prologue: In which the world ends.
A 'Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi' fanfiction.
Note: This fic is probably an AU, since a good chunk of it is based
off of speculation. It takes place after episode 13. I haven't read
the manga (yet), though I did read the first six chapters of the novel
(good stuff!). I'm saying [spoilers] anyway, though, since [exacting
speculation] seems a bit presumptuous, even for me.
DannyCat gave me a lecture that didn't make any sense about
chronology and some other stuff, I guess in his attempt to emulate
Yuki. To make things clearer, this takes place after all we've seen
up to episode thirteen, including what's obviously past episode 13
itself.
Disclaimer: The novel 'Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu'/'The Melancholy of
Suzumiya Haruhi' is the creation of Nagaru Tanigawa. I do not know
the producers yet, but the animation company responsible is Kyoto
Animation. No disrespect is intended by the posting of this
fanfiction, as I do not own the characters or settings involved. I'm
merely dabbling with another set of paints. ;)
---------------------------------
I am running down the hallway connecting the old clubhouse to the
school proper. Koizumi is right behind me, and Asahina-san and
Yuki-san are following. We are told not to run in the halls, of
course, but I think we can get away with it.
We are, after all, saving the world.
Again.
Haruhi, why can't you just be satisfied with a normal life? It
really would be easier if you were to settle down with a normal boy,
go on a few dates, and maybe.... Nah. She's not the type.
It occurs to me that I could be too complacent about these things
when Yuki-san announces, "I have finished my analysis."
I could push on after that brief sprint, and then go up the stairs to
where Haruhi -- probably -- is, but I've always been the type to see
what information could be available first. Especially when Haruhi is
involved. So we stop.
"What do you have?" I ask, when Yuki-san simply stands there and says
nothing else. Asahina-san tries to catch her breath, fussing with her
maid's uniform. Koizumi simply studies his cell-phone, presumably
looking for a text message or something from another member of the
Agency.
"This notebook is a lure produced to induce a reaction in Suzumiya
Haruhi which will destabilize the balance between herself and her
surroundings," Yuki states. She is holding the notebook that we found
in the clubroom after Haruhi abruptly ran away. After an awkward
moment of silence, she adds, "By exciting Suzumiya Haruhi, the content
of this data transmission is geared to manipulate her reactions to
achieve the most chaotic and abrupt, but also flexible formation of
data creation possible. In this way, it is anticipated that the
target of the transmission will be able to contain the unique data
that are present within both Suzumiya Haruhi-"
"Enough, Nagato," I tell her, when Koizumi shakes his phone with a
frown. "What now?"
"Well," he says, looking up and offering his familiar, phony grin,
"we are seeing a previously unprecedented level of closed-space
formation. If Nagato-san's information is accurate, we me already be
too late. You may need to resort to that method to resolve this,
again."
I look to Asahina-san next, standing there with her eyes darting back
and forth between the three of us nervously. "I don't know what it
is," she says with a quick shake of her head. "I...I've been good."
Oh, what a silly thing for her to say. 'Good,' she says, doing what
Haruhi wants. Then again, it does keep Haruhi from reshaping the
world, so that's certainly not a bad thing. Well, I guess she has it
right, then. Asahina-san is too cute to be wrong about something like
this.
Also, of course, "And do you know anything else about this from your
superiors?"
She gives me a weak grin, but still a radiant one. "I'm afraid
that's classified information."
So, that incident, which Asahina-san herself warned me about ...
well, no. It was an Asahina-san from another time-plane. Or the
future. I'm not really sure I understood her explanation. I was
warned, though.
And when Haruhi thought she found what she was looking for once, she
came closer than she thought. Too close, as it turned out. What
ended up happening next proved beyond all doubt that Haruhi could be
dangerous.
Luckily, she thought the entire thing was a dream, or just her
imagination. Though, I had to do something terrible to resolve the
situation.
'Snow White,' indeed.
Why can't she just settle down with some boy, and just harass him, anyway?
Oh, well.
"So, Nagato, I don't suppose you have a simpler explanation, or maybe
just a suggestion?" I ask in irritation.
"It would appear that the other data entity has decided to awaken
Haruhi to her data creation faculty," Nagato explains, holding up the
notebook again. "It is written in such a way that the transmission of
data-"
"Yuki-san, please summarize," I interrupt her.
"Yes." A momentary pause. "The book will grant her the realization
of her powers. She may do something irrational."
"Are we in danger?"
"Yes."
"Is the whole school in danger?"
"Yes."
"And I suppose, if I ask about the whole world-"
"Yes."
"She's right," Koizumi says, his expression grim. "I think we need
to do something, and soon."
I sigh and hang my head. "Again," I mutter. "Okay, I guess we'd
better go in and see what's going on."
Those words are easy to say. After everything else we've been
through, it's even easy to believe it will be that simple to resolve.
However, when we get to the rooftop, I see Haruhi on her knees. The
other data entity that Nagato warned me about is gone. Haruhi looks
up, though her back is turned. From here, I recognize the silhouette
of her hair, and her signature (now) yellow headband.
Her hair is shorter than it used to be, but it still waves in the
breeze that wafts over the building. I see something that I don't
like immediately, and begin thinking of the notebook that Yuki-san has
already gone through.
Haruhi is holding extra pages. Which appear to have been torn from a
notebook. I have the uneasy sensation that something is very wrong
when I hear a sob from the girl who has her back turned to us.
No, Haruhi, I want to say. I don't know what you're doing, but....
Then the other entity appears. This is none other than Taniguchi,
the same one who walked in on Yuki-san and myself after the
unfortunate incident with Ryouko. "This is close enough the
clubroom," Koizumi whispers to me suddenly. "I expect that I could
draw up to thirty five percent of my strength, here."
Always, of course, it seems that the decisions fall on me. Well,
after that island incident, anyway.
"That," Taniguchi says, leaning against a barrier that suddenly
appears next to him, "is your current singular limitation." Then his
attention shifts to me. "I have learned from the mistakes of Ryouko.
An unstoppable chain of events has been set into motion before I
appeared to confront you."
"Why aren't you saying anything?" I ask Yuki-san. "Is he a subordinate, also?"
After a pause, Yuki-san's emotionless answer is, "He is from another
faction. Violent opposition was always a potential risk. I believe
you were aware of that."
Asahina-san swallows and whimpers uneasily, looking at the walls
around us. I really am getting to complacent, I guess. I didn't even
think about it; they shimmer and sparkle, intersected with seemingly
randomly etched arcs and lines, smooth and refined. Yuki-san would
probably say they were made out of pure data, if I were to ask.
All the more reason not to.
But I'm not panicking; I'm trying to take stock of the situation.
Koizumi might be able to stop Taniguchi. Yuki-san almost certainly
could, and with both of them together....
I have yet to figure out how to explain this away to Haruhi. Simple
facts like Yuki described to me shouldn't have the effect that they do
on the girl; she's certainly never been concerned with logic or reason
before. I'm certain those pages that Yuki-san has not yet seen
contain the real truth of this matter.
There seems to be no choice to avoid revealing Koizumi's powers. And
Taniguchi's are already identical to Yuki-san's, so she won't be
seeing anything new there.
Though....
I glance back to Haruhi, concerned. She's got one hand raised,
staring at it, and then looking to the walls of the prison that
contains us. Taniguchi is warily watching us, not moving to attack
first.
Reasonable, considering that he's outnumbered. And he knew about the
fact that Yuki-san deleted Ryouko. As I watch, Haruhi begins to glow
faintly, then shuffles around, still on her knees, to look back at us.
Sorry, Haruhi. Hopefully this can be another bad dream, huh?
"Now it's time," Taniguchi says sadly, offering a regretful smile.
He raises one hand with a sudden jerk, and bright bolts of force
explode from his hands like lightning, raining down on the shuddering
shield of power that Yuki-san assembles before me at the last instant.
Asahina unleashes a keening wail of terror and clings to my arm,
while Koizumi looks at me expectantly. "Go," I say, nodding at him.
Enough is enough; I don't want to be killed by anyone, human or
otherwise.
"Fuumofu!" Koizumi exclaims, lobbing a sudden, brilliant sphere of
crackling red energy at Taniguchi.
The boy deflects it with one hand; it explodes through a wall, which
briefly shows the interior of a distant museum. Then it shows the
depths of outer space. I look away from the gap. Yuki-san is moving
towards him quickly, apologetically explaining, "I have already
requested the nullification of your data link."
"I am aware," Taniguchi replies, smiling sadly as he falls to the
defensive, blocking all of Yuki-san's further attacks. The places
where their attacks intersect make wavering, brilliantly visible
distortions in the air, almost blinding in their intensity.
Koizumi lines up his 'Third Raid,' and an explosion of angry fire
blows out another one of the walls, revealing shifting, raw chaos
behind it. For a moment, it's the static of a poorly received
television screen, then it's a paper-thin scroll of words printed on
glass, one atop another. An instant later it's a sprawling field of
lilacs.
The very familiar discomfort of my last encounter in this space
returns, the more damage we do to the arena. It is very simple to
understand Asahina-san's fright, so it's no great surprise that my arm
goes around her.
"I will be successful," Taniguchi informs Yuki-san in a polite tone of voice.
"Backups are already being retrieved to overwrite the discrepancies
in this sector," Yuki-san replies. "You have only a very slim chance
at success."
"And there it is!" Taniguchi exclaims, a slew of bolts flying in
every direction. Koizumi raises some kind of shield at the last
instant-- I didn't know he could do that!-- but slides backwards and
is left looking drained. Yuki-san works furiously, her body going as
quickly as her mind, and deflects everything headed towards Haruhi
with carefully placed force-walls. She doesn't protect herself,
though, and her body is quickly ridden with bloody tears.
Asahina-san shrieks and clings to me even tighter, and then I see a
final bolt headed towards her. Wait, that can't be right. Those
bolts should be much too fast for me to react to. Even as I throw
Asahina-san to safety, taking the bolt myself, I see Haruhi staring at
me, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why?" she asks, just before the world goes away.
---------------------------------
Notes: I love this series. So much that I can't wait for more to
come out, and am writing this fic right now. :D
Kyon's 'voice' comes from the novel more than the anime, for those
who haven't read the novel yet.
--
Brian Randall
--
I write fanfiction. Too much of it. You can read it here, thanks to a
kind grant from the Larry F foundation:
http://www.florestica.com/brandall/
--
Together. Allegiance or death. BIGFIRE!
--
Haiku of my lament:
Forgive my spelling,
my U.S. education,
is the source of blame.
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The Blunt Force Trauma of Suzumiya Haruhi
Prologue: In which the world ends.
A 'Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi' fanfiction.
Note: This fic is probably an AU, since a good chunk of it is based
off of speculation. It takes place after episode 13. I haven't read
the manga (yet), though I did read the first six chapters of the novel
(good stuff!). I'm saying [spoilers] anyway, though, since [exacting
speculation] seems a bit presumptuous, even for me.
DannyCat gave me a lecture that didn't make any sense about
chronology and some other stuff, I guess in his attempt to emulate
Yuki. To make things clearer, this takes place after all we've seen
up to episode thirteen, including what's obviously past episode 13
itself.
Disclaimer: The novel 'Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu'/'The Melancholy of
Suzumiya Haruhi' is the creation of Nagaru Tanigawa. I do not know
the producers yet, but the animation company responsible is Kyoto
Animation. No disrespect is intended by the posting of this
fanfiction, as I do not own the characters or settings involved. I'm
merely dabbling with another set of paints. ;)
---------------------------------
I am running down the hallway connecting the old clubhouse to the
school proper. Koizumi is right behind me, and Asahina-san and
Yuki-san are following. We are told not to run in the halls, of
course, but I think we can get away with it.
We are, after all, saving the world.
Again.
Haruhi, why can't you just be satisfied with a normal life? It
really would be easier if you were to settle down with a normal boy,
go on a few dates, and maybe.... Nah. She's not the type.
It occurs to me that I could be too complacent about these things
when Yuki-san announces, "I have finished my analysis."
I could push on after that brief sprint, and then go up the stairs to
where Haruhi -- probably -- is, but I've always been the type to see
what information could be available first. Especially when Haruhi is
involved. So we stop.
"What do you have?" I ask, when Yuki-san simply stands there and says
nothing else. Asahina-san tries to catch her breath, fussing with her
maid's uniform. Koizumi simply studies his cell-phone, presumably
looking for a text message or something from another member of the
Agency.
"This notebook is a lure produced to induce a reaction in Suzumiya
Haruhi which will destabilize the balance between herself and her
surroundings," Yuki states. She is holding the notebook that we found
in the clubroom after Haruhi abruptly ran away. After an awkward
moment of silence, she adds, "By exciting Suzumiya Haruhi, the content
of this data transmission is geared to manipulate her reactions to
achieve the most chaotic and abrupt, but also flexible formation of
data creation possible. In this way, it is anticipated that the
target of the transmission will be able to contain the unique data
that are present within both Suzumiya Haruhi-"
"Enough, Nagato," I tell her, when Koizumi shakes his phone with a
frown. "What now?"
"Well," he says, looking up and offering his familiar, phony grin,
"we are seeing a previously unprecedented level of closed-space
formation. If Nagato-san's information is accurate, we me already be
too late. You may need to resort to that method to resolve this,
again."
I look to Asahina-san next, standing there with her eyes darting back
and forth between the three of us nervously. "I don't know what it
is," she says with a quick shake of her head. "I...I've been good."
Oh, what a silly thing for her to say. 'Good,' she says, doing what
Haruhi wants. Then again, it does keep Haruhi from reshaping the
world, so that's certainly not a bad thing. Well, I guess she has it
right, then. Asahina-san is too cute to be wrong about something like
this.
Also, of course, "And do you know anything else about this from your
superiors?"
She gives me a weak grin, but still a radiant one. "I'm afraid
that's classified information."
So, that incident, which Asahina-san herself warned me about ...
well, no. It was an Asahina-san from another time-plane. Or the
future. I'm not really sure I understood her explanation. I was
warned, though.
And when Haruhi thought she found what she was looking for once, she
came closer than she thought. Too close, as it turned out. What
ended up happening next proved beyond all doubt that Haruhi could be
dangerous.
Luckily, she thought the entire thing was a dream, or just her
imagination. Though, I had to do something terrible to resolve the
situation.
'Snow White,' indeed.
Why can't she just settle down with some boy, and just harass him, anyway?
Oh, well.
"So, Nagato, I don't suppose you have a simpler explanation, or maybe
just a suggestion?" I ask in irritation.
"It would appear that the other data entity has decided to awaken
Haruhi to her data creation faculty," Nagato explains, holding up the
notebook again. "It is written in such a way that the transmission of
data-"
"Yuki-san, please summarize," I interrupt her.
"Yes." A momentary pause. "The book will grant her the realization
of her powers. She may do something irrational."
"Are we in danger?"
"Yes."
"Is the whole school in danger?"
"Yes."
"And I suppose, if I ask about the whole world-"
"Yes."
"She's right," Koizumi says, his expression grim. "I think we need
to do something, and soon."
I sigh and hang my head. "Again," I mutter. "Okay, I guess we'd
better go in and see what's going on."
Those words are easy to say. After everything else we've been
through, it's even easy to believe it will be that simple to resolve.
However, when we get to the rooftop, I see Haruhi on her knees. The
other data entity that Nagato warned me about is gone. Haruhi looks
up, though her back is turned. From here, I recognize the silhouette
of her hair, and her signature (now) yellow headband.
Her hair is shorter than it used to be, but it still waves in the
breeze that wafts over the building. I see something that I don't
like immediately, and begin thinking of the notebook that Yuki-san has
already gone through.
Haruhi is holding extra pages. Which appear to have been torn from a
notebook. I have the uneasy sensation that something is very wrong
when I hear a sob from the girl who has her back turned to us.
No, Haruhi, I want to say. I don't know what you're doing, but....
Then the other entity appears. This is none other than Taniguchi,
the same one who walked in on Yuki-san and myself after the
unfortunate incident with Ryouko. "This is close enough the
clubroom," Koizumi whispers to me suddenly. "I expect that I could
draw up to thirty five percent of my strength, here."
Always, of course, it seems that the decisions fall on me. Well,
after that island incident, anyway.
"That," Taniguchi says, leaning against a barrier that suddenly
appears next to him, "is your current singular limitation." Then his
attention shifts to me. "I have learned from the mistakes of Ryouko.
An unstoppable chain of events has been set into motion before I
appeared to confront you."
"Why aren't you saying anything?" I ask Yuki-san. "Is he a subordinate, also?"
After a pause, Yuki-san's emotionless answer is, "He is from another
faction. Violent opposition was always a potential risk. I believe
you were aware of that."
Asahina-san swallows and whimpers uneasily, looking at the walls
around us. I really am getting to complacent, I guess. I didn't even
think about it; they shimmer and sparkle, intersected with seemingly
randomly etched arcs and lines, smooth and refined. Yuki-san would
probably say they were made out of pure data, if I were to ask.
All the more reason not to.
But I'm not panicking; I'm trying to take stock of the situation.
Koizumi might be able to stop Taniguchi. Yuki-san almost certainly
could, and with both of them together....
I have yet to figure out how to explain this away to Haruhi. Simple
facts like Yuki described to me shouldn't have the effect that they do
on the girl; she's certainly never been concerned with logic or reason
before. I'm certain those pages that Yuki-san has not yet seen
contain the real truth of this matter.
There seems to be no choice to avoid revealing Koizumi's powers. And
Taniguchi's are already identical to Yuki-san's, so she won't be
seeing anything new there.
Though....
I glance back to Haruhi, concerned. She's got one hand raised,
staring at it, and then looking to the walls of the prison that
contains us. Taniguchi is warily watching us, not moving to attack
first.
Reasonable, considering that he's outnumbered. And he knew about the
fact that Yuki-san deleted Ryouko. As I watch, Haruhi begins to glow
faintly, then shuffles around, still on her knees, to look back at us.
Sorry, Haruhi. Hopefully this can be another bad dream, huh?
"Now it's time," Taniguchi says sadly, offering a regretful smile.
He raises one hand with a sudden jerk, and bright bolts of force
explode from his hands like lightning, raining down on the shuddering
shield of power that Yuki-san assembles before me at the last instant.
Asahina unleashes a keening wail of terror and clings to my arm,
while Koizumi looks at me expectantly. "Go," I say, nodding at him.
Enough is enough; I don't want to be killed by anyone, human or
otherwise.
"Fuumofu!" Koizumi exclaims, lobbing a sudden, brilliant sphere of
crackling red energy at Taniguchi.
The boy deflects it with one hand; it explodes through a wall, which
briefly shows the interior of a distant museum. Then it shows the
depths of outer space. I look away from the gap. Yuki-san is moving
towards him quickly, apologetically explaining, "I have already
requested the nullification of your data link."
"I am aware," Taniguchi replies, smiling sadly as he falls to the
defensive, blocking all of Yuki-san's further attacks. The places
where their attacks intersect make wavering, brilliantly visible
distortions in the air, almost blinding in their intensity.
Koizumi lines up his 'Third Raid,' and an explosion of angry fire
blows out another one of the walls, revealing shifting, raw chaos
behind it. For a moment, it's the static of a poorly received
television screen, then it's a paper-thin scroll of words printed on
glass, one atop another. An instant later it's a sprawling field of
lilacs.
The very familiar discomfort of my last encounter in this space
returns, the more damage we do to the arena. It is very simple to
understand Asahina-san's fright, so it's no great surprise that my arm
goes around her.
"I will be successful," Taniguchi informs Yuki-san in a polite tone of voice.
"Backups are already being retrieved to overwrite the discrepancies
in this sector," Yuki-san replies. "You have only a very slim chance
at success."
"And there it is!" Taniguchi exclaims, a slew of bolts flying in
every direction. Koizumi raises some kind of shield at the last
instant-- I didn't know he could do that!-- but slides backwards and
is left looking drained. Yuki-san works furiously, her body going as
quickly as her mind, and deflects everything headed towards Haruhi
with carefully placed force-walls. She doesn't protect herself,
though, and her body is quickly ridden with bloody tears.
Asahina-san shrieks and clings to me even tighter, and then I see a
final bolt headed towards her. Wait, that can't be right. Those
bolts should be much too fast for me to react to. Even as I throw
Asahina-san to safety, taking the bolt myself, I see Haruhi staring at
me, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why?" she asks, just before the world goes away.
---------------------------------
Notes: I love this series. So much that I can't wait for more to
come out, and am writing this fic right now. :D
Kyon's 'voice' comes from the novel more than the anime, for those
who haven't read the novel yet.
--
Brian Randall
--
I write fanfiction. Too much of it. You can read it here, thanks to a
kind grant from the Larry F foundation:
http://www.florestica.com/brandall/
--
Together. Allegiance or death. BIGFIRE!
--
Haiku of my lament:
Forgive my spelling,
my U.S. education,
is the source of blame.
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