- Drabble -
Player: dreamoflight
Subject: Itsuki Koizumi
Table: B [ Prompt Table ]
Prompt: Found
One summer day in his first year of middle school Itsuki woke up in the middle of the night knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that Haruhi Suzumiya was the most important thing in his entire life.
He spent the next three years and change learning about her, getting inside the head of a girl he’d never met, reading files and learning patterns and drawing further and further away from anything that didn’t concern her; he’d alternatively stared at the train schedule at the station, debating catching a southern-bound one and showing up at her school, and wished she had never been born. Ultimately she made his choice for him, as one of the heads of the Agency told him frantically, shuffling through paperwork as he stood in front of her desk with his hands in his pockets. She’d found the operatives from the other factions, they’d had to bump the plan up by a few years to keep the balance of power between them, he was moving down to Nishinomiya. This weekend.
And he’d never planned on becoming so involved, he had strict orders to organize things from a distance, but then she found him one day, planting her hands on his desk and asking was he the transfer student? The mysterious one? The one with a deep dark and secret past?
It was for the best in the end, he’d decided, scant weeks later as he smiled idly up at a different ceiling in an apartment that was still strange, his blankets kicked to the end of his bed in the still unfamiliar heat. He never was one who could stand not getting involved.
Subject: Itsuki Koizumi
Table: B [ Prompt Table ]
Prompt: Found
One summer day in his first year of middle school Itsuki woke up in the middle of the night knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that Haruhi Suzumiya was the most important thing in his entire life.
He spent the next three years and change learning about her, getting inside the head of a girl he’d never met, reading files and learning patterns and drawing further and further away from anything that didn’t concern her; he’d alternatively stared at the train schedule at the station, debating catching a southern-bound one and showing up at her school, and wished she had never been born. Ultimately she made his choice for him, as one of the heads of the Agency told him frantically, shuffling through paperwork as he stood in front of her desk with his hands in his pockets. She’d found the operatives from the other factions, they’d had to bump the plan up by a few years to keep the balance of power between them, he was moving down to Nishinomiya. This weekend.
And he’d never planned on becoming so involved, he had strict orders to organize things from a distance, but then she found him one day, planting her hands on his desk and asking was he the transfer student? The mysterious one? The one with a deep dark and secret past?
It was for the best in the end, he’d decided, scant weeks later as he smiled idly up at a different ceiling in an apartment that was still strange, his blankets kicked to the end of his bed in the still unfamiliar heat. He never was one who could stand not getting involved.