Kyon: Epilogue - Disillusion
Right, right. Whatever.
#doneWithAsakura2015
As long as he didn't have to see her around again, he'd be content. That girl has done nothing but cause trouble for him no matter what, and even this place seemed to be no exception. But whatever. She was free to do whatever the hell she wanted as long as it didn't concern him or Suzumiya. But of course, with her programming or whatever, who knew how long it'll be until he might run into her again?
Either way, as he would get away to leave the camp, it would appear that Zhenya was back, and after his address once again.
Perhaps it was time.
With an almost sad, pitying smile, Kyon would pat the librarian girl by the head, almost ruffling her hair a bit.
"Yeah... I never did, did I? What a shame. But... I think if we meet each other, it won't be until a while," He said, pocketing his hand,
"You see... It's not that simple. My address... doesn't really exist yet. And even if it does, I don't live there yet."
Ah, yes. This was a different time, wasn't it? Not only was this Russia, but it was 1980s Russia. Presumably in a world parallel to his no less. Who knows what other changes there might be if he did more?
"So I'm afraid we won't be able to visit. Sorry, that's just the way things are," Kyon apologized, rubbing his head,
"Besides... where I'm from, you might already be married. To a guy better than me no doubt. I wouldn't wanna change that for you, would I?" He would ask with a small smile, before beginning to board the bus, stopping just short of the final step,
"But y'know... I had fun. I only wished we could have had more time together. Who knows? Maybe I woulda done something reckless, stayed here in the name of love, messed everything up for the sake of happiness. Too bad I'm too logical to do that, huh?" He would ask, giving a light laugh as if to lighten the mood, before glancing back,
"Well... See ya."
And then like that, he was gone.
- - -
Once upon a time, there was a young boy.
He did not believe in things like Santa Claus, aliens, time travelers, espers, or sliders. He was strictly a logical kind of guy who didn't buy into the superstition, and broke out of the hold of childlike wonder at a relatively early age.
And yet, of all people, he was the one who would find himself meddling (against his own will) in the business of said alien androids, time travelers, and espers, who all followed an unsuspecting goddess of space and time. Fate worked in funny ways, it seemed. If fate even existed at all, and it wasn't just pure coincidence. Between all the stuff he had to deal with on a daily basis, the existence of fate wouldn't be so far-fetched in Kyon's oh so humble opinion.
Perhaps it all depended on the limits of the power of Haruhi Suzumiya.
Either way, Kyon didn't even wanna bother thinking about that. He had thought about the irony, the funny part, the tragic part, and whatnot a million times over. What he
did want to do was talk to Nagato. She would know what the hell he had just been through.
When he woke up that morning, for some reason, he felt oddly grumpy. Moreso than usual. He didn't wanna get out of bed, less enthusiastic than usual. And that led to some less than ideal moments with his cat and his sister, though he'd keep going back to sleep until he'd get a text from his parent that would get him back in line.
Maybe it was because in his own world, it was Winter, which was really jarring coming off the Summer of the camp. Maybe it was because his vacation from Haruhi and the others was over. Maybe it was because of a lot of things. Who knows?
Well, whatever. Bah.
Whatever the case, Kyon went through his day as though it were any other day, vivid memories of the whatever game he was just in still in his head. He was silent in class as usual, only speaking when spoken to, which was surprisingly a not a lot. Haruhi didn't seem to act like Kyon was gone for a particularly long time, as if to suggest to him that in his world, he was only gone for a brief moment.
He had seen enough sci-fi movies to know that different worlds probably didn't follow the same time. And even if he didn't already know that, the fact that he was brought to a world that was still stuck in the '80s... Huh.
Of course, he knew full well it wasn't a dream. He could still vividly remember those he had encountered along the way. Zhenya, Gaara, Hajime, Hank, and of course, Asakura. Dreams weren't something that could easily be remembered, yet Kyon could easily list off specific names and events right off the bat.
A game like this was something that couldn't be forgotten.
Once lunch would come, Kyon would march right on over to the usual room. The room that was once the Literature Club's hangout. The room that had subsequently been turned into the headquarters of the S.O.S. Brigade, led by none other than Miss Haruhi Suzumiya herself, the driving force of Kyon's high school life, it seemed, whether he liked it or not.
The young man rushed to the room in order to get answers. Even if Yuki Nagato would not have the answers he was looking for, she would still help him uncover them for himself. In some probably unnecessarily cryptic way. And God knows he could totally use that right now, huh? Riddles to solve more riddles. Still, if this was a problem caused by Haruhi, he would have dealt with the girl herself, but... this was something beyond even Haruhi's power, he felt.
He didn't want to rely on Nagato again, if only because she never owed him a thing, but gave everything to him either way... He hated being the kind of person to just go "Oh, Nagato can fix this!" or "Nagato will know what this means."
But even so.
Kyon trusted Nagato, and he knew that she also trusted him.
If he was going to depend on her, he should at least learn to stand by her side instead of stand behind her for once.
...
And with that, he would open the door to the Brigade Room.
"Yo, Nagato, I'm he--" He began to announce, before coming across a surprising sight.
Kyon would come across nothing. And that was the surprising part. The room was empty.
Normally, even if he rushed quickly, Nagato would always be sitting there, alone at the desk, reading some random novel. So naturally, it came as a surprise that she was not here at the moment.
W-Well, no matter. Maybe she was just running late for some reason. Whatever. He could wait, right?
... Huh, that was peculiar. Of all things, why was her library card here?
Ah, yes. The good ol' library card. The one that Kyon had helped Nagato get. And then after that, she was able to read all the books she wanted. What a strange individual she was. But nevertheless, Kyon didn't mind. She was grateful for the card, he was sure, and she probably cherished it. As much as someone like her could cherish sometihng. But... huh, isn't her name wrong on here?
If his eyes didn't deceive him, he could have sworn the text read "Minori Chihara." Maybe if he got a better look...
And then Kyon touched it.
Flash.
Strange flashes invaded Kyon's mind out of nowhere. Events that he did not encounter. Memories that he did not have. Talk of some guy named Elliot. Talk of some strange phenomena called the Illusion Games. Talk of its relation to the Murder Games, like the event Kyon himself had just been in. Talk of some girl named--
"Agh... augh!" Kyon groaned loudly, being sent stumbling into the seat behind him. Despite the flashes only lasting for a brief moment, he felt like someone had whacked him upside the head with a hammer. God, that was painful. He even had a massive headache to match. What was all this crap? Murder Games? Illusion Games? What the hell was all this?
Still, despite the overwhelming amount of information that had been poured into his head, one thought that Kyon had absorbed into his consciousness stuck out among the rest.
"That girl... an American. Agnes, Agnes."
Kyon looked up, slowly adjusting back to reality.
"Just who the hell is Teresa Agnes?"
