Suzumiya Haruhi Kink Meme (third edition)

[juicypuffin]

This kink meme combined all the old prompts and fills posted on the two previous memes, plus the genderbent meme.

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part 1

[anonymous]

Not like he would expect himself to make mistakes: but oh, of course, he's just human (he ignores the mocking voice almost suggesting him that sentence may be only partially true). One day or another he would be compelled to commit one: and it might have been that this plan, thoroughly contrived like the tens of others before it, had a flaw he elegantly omitted. A suspicious expression of dissatisfaction that she seemed to have for a split second, something like a while of hesitation before giving an order she'd usually shout in a single breath - minuscule, minuscule things, or so someone normal (he wishes he didn't notice the irony in this word) would have surmised.

"Suzumiya might end up being disappointed with me."

It's a sentence sounding innocent and euphemistic enough: it sounds so vague, yet at least it's the closest thing to doubt he can permit himself before anyone, or him at least - and oh, how nicely it hides his anxiety. So he repeats it, but somehow not as firmly.

"Suzumiya might end up being... disappointed with me."

(Kyon still doesn't react)

Obviously, there's no reason for such a simple statement to suddenly make him so nervous and his voice so unsteady when he says it aloud: after all, he already mulled all it would imply countless times over, and just being reminded of these hyphothetical consequences of her disapproval, no matter how catastrophic or likely at the moment they may seem, shouldn't be so enervating, of course.

Except there really isn't any need to look at Kyon again, his expression slightly abashed, an unusual shadow of doubt on his face - and be reminded that among all these consequences and results somewhere there was also the faint suggestion of never seeing him again, or at least them not being the way they are, and everything should be the way it is, because any change could be only for the worse. Why, of course, it's an immensely far-fetched hypothesis, it's stupid that to him it sounds more menacing than anything else his imagination dares to come up with, and there exists no reason for a minuscule mistake, supposing he made any, to turn everything upside down.

Yes, it's absurd.

- and contradicting this perfectly sensible reasoning he feels his eyes become slightly moist, and this is the moment he realizes he has permitted himself way too much, and ahaha, how pitiful must he seem now, why isn't Kyon saying anything?

"I mean, if she were to be... it would deny... the purpose..." he tries to speak, of course, but it becomes somehow hard, and he can already feel something wet flowing down his cheeks. But yes, he has to try as he might to keep his voice steady, do anything to delay the impending humiliation. "The purpose I have..."

He wipes at his eyes nervously, and he has the impression it's the moment he stops caring: he stops caring to the point he starts groping for a hand, for his hand, and ah, it must look so pathetic from a distance. What a new experience it is: being pathetic is something he avoided extremely carefully until now. A human must broaden his horizons, yes he must.

part II

[anonymous]

Somehow, despite all that he's absurdly happy with the fact their fingers touch, finally, barely; he relishes something so trivial (trivial for an, ahem, normal person, at least). Until he feels that hand slipping from beneath his own, landing on his shoulder and pulling him closer, close - then a little bit more to turn into something like an immensely awkward embrace.

And this is the first moment since all that started when Itsuki has the slightly unsettling his own forced elocution fails him completely.

"It's quite embarassing, isn't it..." he states quietly, feeling still compelled to pretend that this is to him now a matter of utmost concern, at the same time pressing his head closer to Kyon's chest in a possibly amusing contradiction of his own words.

"Hopefully you're aware that you're stating the obvious." - Itsuki barely hears that, busy being bewildered with the fact that the boy doesn't push him away, which is far more absorbing that anything any of them could say at this point.

There's silence, interrupted only by his pathetic sobbing, and the only thing he's able to do is to keep telling himself that now it must be a piece of cake to stop crying. He fails miserably.

"I think... I'm soaking your clothes, aren't I?" he mutters hastily in awkwardly delayed realization, his voice stifled by the shirt he buried his head in. "I... I'm so sorry... I..." he adds, at the same time wrapping his arms around Kyon's waist instinctively, yet another proof of his lack of consistency, but oh, who could be now bothered to care.

"Quick of you to notice, Koizumi," Kyon replies, impatiently enough to reassure Itsuki it's the same person that scowls at him or sighs in irritation at whatever he says - except that person never (or at least never so far) starts patting his back tentatively, at the same time muttering in disapproval something about the lack of tissues.

the end

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...This turned out way too angsty and a bit too sappy at the same time. D: Lol sorry if I failed at it.

Re: part II

[anonymous]

omg loved it so so much. thank you, kind anon ;_;

(not the requester, btw)

Re: part II

[anonymous]

I wasn't the requester, but I loved this. I typically don't see Itsuki as a weepy type, but I thought it was still a great fic. (And Kyon's comment about the lack of tissues was perfect.) Thanks!

Re: part II

[anonymous]

Requester here-- I adored it, it's perfect. ♥♥♥ THANK YOU SO SO MUCH.