Title: A dead lover or so
Day / Theme: February 4 / I am seeing ghosts in everything I do
Series: Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu – Endless Eight
Characters: Kyon, Koizumi, Nagato
Word Count: 479
“My first assumption was that I had died and was cycling through portions of my life in penance. It was the easier conclusion.”
Yeah, but only you would think something that absurd.
“It was either that or I had some managed to reach heaven or nirvana.”
“Ha?” Kyon wrenched his eyes away from their hiccupping, apparently grounded time traveler and glared at the esper. “Don’t tell me you really did something unspeakable to Asahina-san, you bastard!”
Midnight phone calls from a mewling girl, whom you’ve crushed and fantasized on since the beginning of high school, followed by the uneasy voice of one smarmy guy everybody regarded as some mysterious lothario… it was almost easier to think that he needed to defend the delicate Asahina-san from the foul seduction of one Koizumi Itsuki (think of the rewards—or not; don’t think at all), but he had no such luck. Yet another leg to their Sisyphean task, as Koizumi called it, was to somehow decipher the mind of their fearless, irascible leader.
“Of course, not,” Koizumi said with that smile. “The only thing I did was dial the phone for her, as she couldn’t remember your number in her distraught state.”
For some reason, that didn’t relieve Kyon at all.
“So all those déjà vu sensations we’ve been feeling were from our multitude of counterparts occupying the same physical planes across more than fifteen thousand temporal ones. Is our being exception to the general rule because we were given permission to somehow remember, Nagato-san?”
“There is not enough data to establish causation,” answered the bespectacled girl quietly. “That it is merely the inevitability of physical laws coming to play is a valid conjecture, but other possibilities cannot be excluded.”
You’re not gonna give me that being favored by the goddess rigmarole, are you?
“Not necessarily favor in the sense that we’re special to her in a romantic way, Kyon. Perhaps, some part of her expects us to know the SOS Brigade Chief enough to figure it out?”
Anybody could spend 15,512 repeating two weeks of summer vacation with her while retaining their memory and still have no freaking clue what’s going on that head of hers.
“Still, it’s no wonder that everything I did felt so familiar. Never quite an exact match to seem like a memory, but it’s like seeing something from another vantage point, from somebody else’s forgotten memory, painstakingly related to one from long ago. Somebody else’s memory within ones memory... It’s like having a dead lover, isn’t it?”
He’ll give him a dead lover. . . News flash, Koizumi: you’re not dead! And no, you’re not Haruhi’s husband, either, or her reincarnated puppy. Enough with your out-loud fantasizing—it’s pathetic!
More importantly, Kyon wondered if he had managed to brick this filibuster’s mouth in any of their previous repetitions. More power to that Kyon, he thought fervently.