He really, really loathed having anything to complain about when it came to Asahina: but there were times when this feat seemed to be nearly inhuman, and right now it was one of these unpleasant occurrences. This time as well did he carry out all the tasks she asked him to perform - and as it happened a few times before, he failed to see their practical purpose. However, when it came time for them to return to the present, she explained tearfully that she had made a misarrangement with her superiors - which resulted in them being forced to wait half a day before going back. He barely resisted making some kind of slightly snide remark about her lack of organisation - then again, he soon dropped that idea, moved by the obvious embarrassment she showed and then felt indignance at himself for actually thinking of making snide remarks.
Suddenly, he realized that would mean him being allowed to spend quite a few hours with his personal angel: delighted with this prospect, he suddenly wanted to thank whoever was in charge of her orders for this divine grace: yet after a while, Asahina glanced at him apologetically and murmured shyly that she would have to get in touch with her supervisors to take care of a few matters, implying wordlessly his obligatory absence. Dejected, he asked what these matters were: a quiet "classified information" was the only answer he got.
The only logical way to spend time in such an occurrence seemed to go for an aimless walk: Asahina let him go only with great reluctance, murmuring something about the potential hazards such a deed might bring - among which there was the classic danger of meeting a future version of himself: yet after a while of coaxing she half-heartedly consented, requesting him to stay in the proximity of the place they currently were in and return on time. Not left with much choice, he complied to her demands (then again, if it was Asahina's demand, not complying would be something he'd be very loath to do).
Kyon had originally planned to make use of this rather uncanny stroll as a rather banal way to kill time, without any very interesting undertakings which filled his life and of which he was very sincerely fed of: but he happened to, quite literally, bump into a girl, knocking her down by accident . Into a very good-looking one at that, with short hair and a slender frame: the kind that he sometimes wished his sister would become if she took after a few members of the fairer sex he happened to approve of (one thing he was adamant about was that this list would never include Haruhi).
He wasn't so sure if he'd wish his sister wore such flagrantly short skirts, though - something Kyon instantly noticed when the girl tried to stand up. He stretched a hand out to her, averting his sight out of courtesy at the same time - which didn't help much, considering a while after the girl pulled on it forcing him to glance at her. And kissed him on the cheek in a very overt display of gratitude. Utterly bewildered, he muttered a strained "thank you" trying to avoid her gaze- and at the same time realized he liked this gesture much more than he should.
Asahina advised him not to use his real name if he were to be forced to introduce himself: he indeed was, as right after the mysterious individual asked for it. She, in turn, requested him to use her nickname. Not that he'd mind much - especially since seeing such a pretty girl referring to him by something else that the pseudonym he was forced to get used to felt to Kyon strangely gratifying. What was even more gratifying - and incredibly astounding, however, was that almost right after standing up and dealing with the hasty presentation the girl asked to be compensated with a date.
Resisting to agree to her obonoxious proposition was one of the hardest challenges his backbone was faced with in his whole life. It gave in soon enough.
Suddenly, he realized that would mean him being allowed to spend quite a few hours with his personal angel: delighted with this prospect, he suddenly wanted to thank whoever was in charge of her orders for this divine grace: yet after a while, Asahina glanced at him apologetically and murmured shyly that she would have to get in touch with her supervisors to take care of a few matters, implying wordlessly his obligatory absence. Dejected, he asked what these matters were: a quiet "classified information" was the only answer he got.
The only logical way to spend time in such an occurrence seemed to go for an aimless walk: Asahina let him go only with great reluctance, murmuring something about the potential hazards such a deed might bring - among which there was the classic danger of meeting a future version of himself: yet after a while of coaxing she half-heartedly consented, requesting him to stay in the proximity of the place they currently were in and return on time. Not left with much choice, he complied to her demands (then again, if it was Asahina's demand, not complying would be something he'd be very loath to do).
Kyon had originally planned to make use of this rather uncanny stroll as a rather banal way to kill time, without any very interesting undertakings which filled his life and of which he was very sincerely fed of: but he happened to, quite literally, bump into a girl, knocking her down by accident . Into a very good-looking one at that, with short hair and a slender frame: the kind that he sometimes wished his sister would become if she took after a few members of the fairer sex he happened to approve of (one thing he was adamant about was that this list would never include Haruhi).
He wasn't so sure if he'd wish his sister wore such flagrantly short skirts, though - something Kyon instantly noticed when the girl tried to stand up. He stretched a hand out to her, averting his sight out of courtesy at the same time - which didn't help much, considering a while after the girl pulled on it forcing him to glance at her. And kissed him on the cheek in a very overt display of gratitude. Utterly bewildered, he muttered a strained "thank you" trying to avoid her gaze- and at the same time realized he liked this gesture much more than he should.
Asahina advised him not to use his real name if he were to be forced to introduce himself: he indeed was, as right after the mysterious individual asked for it. She, in turn, requested him to use her nickname. Not that he'd mind much - especially since seeing such a pretty girl referring to him by something else that the pseudonym he was forced to get used to felt to Kyon strangely gratifying. What was even more gratifying - and incredibly astounding, however, was that almost right after standing up and dealing with the hasty presentation the girl asked to be compensated with a date.
Resisting to agree to her obonoxious proposition was one of the hardest challenges his backbone was faced with in his whole life. It gave in soon enough.
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