Dream 4 [Attempted Filter from Haruhi... Keyword is attempted]
((ooc: Backdated. This is when Kyon wakes up from his sleep coma.))
Warnings: Just crack and silliness.
Dream Effect: [Optional] You will feel Kyon's increasing irritation and frustration as the dream goes on.
It had become commonplace for Haruhi and Kyon to have a “heated discussion” in the SOS Brigade’s headquarters. The usual pattern usually went like this: Haruhi would come up with another harebrained scheme and Kyon would object vehemently without fail. The two had their share of victories but in the end, the argument would be settled.
“Why are you always butting in?!”
“Don’t you have one considerate bone in your body??”
What was different on this particular day in the clubroom was their skirmish went longer than usual.
“How are we going to get noticed by the public if we don’t stand out?!!”
“Can’t we do that without being… controversial?”
And oddly, their retorts had consisted nothing but a series of questions.
“Was that stick always stuck up in your ass?”
“Huh, have you always had that one-track mind?”
The only one worried about this ongoing diatribe between them was Mikuru. She turned to Yuki, asking the taciturn alien how to stop the verbal melee.
“Our intervention is not necessary,” Yuki said without looking up from her book. “The situation will rectify itself momentarily.”
Instead of finding comfort in Yuki’s words, Mikuru was more worried than ever. The time-traveler sighed miserably; shifting her attention back to her bickering underclassmen.
“I hope that you are right, Nagato-san… I really hope that you are right.”
Meanwhile, Kyon and Haruhi’s dispute was still going strong. Neither one of them was budging from their stance.
“Is having a little fun a crime?”
“Does the word ‘expulsion’ mean anything to you?”
Both of them paused to catch their breaths. One thing they were agreeing on was that this petty squabble was getting tedious and annoying. It had to stop.
Haruhi started again, choosing her words carefully. “Ne, Kyon, aren’t you getting tired?”
Kyon shook his head. “What, giving up?” he asked breezily.
The two were silent once more, glaring daggers at each other. Haruhi took a deep breath and poked her finger to her forehead. Kyon raised an eyebrow, wondering what on Earth was the girl doing. The girl opened her mouth to speak but a soft knock on the door followed instead.
"Ah, sorry I'm late," It was Itsuki, the esper of the bunch. "What did I miss?"
"NOT NOW, KOIZUMI!" Kyon yelled at the esper, irritated at being interrupted.
Haruhi didn't take too kindly at anyone yelling at her second-in-command. She promptly picked up and threw a round-white-gizmo-otherwise known as a wireless mouse at Kyon's head. Thankfully, both he and Itsuki were able to dodge the projectile. The latter quietly went to where Mikuru and Yuki sitting.
“Say Kyon,” Her casual tone caught the boy off guard. He turned to face her.
“What now?”
“Do you even remember what we’re arguing about?”
Haruhi grinned impishly while Kyon excused himself to bang his head against the wall outside.
Kyon grumbles as he sits up, yawning. He is still unaware the he's been asleep for the past two weeks.
'Sheesh. Even in my dreams, she's just as annoying as ever...'
Here's hoping the filter works.
Warnings: Just crack and silliness.
Dream Effect: [Optional] You will feel Kyon's increasing irritation and frustration as the dream goes on.
It had become commonplace for Haruhi and Kyon to have a “heated discussion” in the SOS Brigade’s headquarters. The usual pattern usually went like this: Haruhi would come up with another harebrained scheme and Kyon would object vehemently without fail. The two had their share of victories but in the end, the argument would be settled.
“Why are you always butting in?!”
“Don’t you have one considerate bone in your body??”
What was different on this particular day in the clubroom was their skirmish went longer than usual.
“How are we going to get noticed by the public if we don’t stand out?!!”
“Can’t we do that without being… controversial?”
And oddly, their retorts had consisted nothing but a series of questions.
“Was that stick always stuck up in your ass?”
“Huh, have you always had that one-track mind?”
The only one worried about this ongoing diatribe between them was Mikuru. She turned to Yuki, asking the taciturn alien how to stop the verbal melee.
“Our intervention is not necessary,” Yuki said without looking up from her book. “The situation will rectify itself momentarily.”
Instead of finding comfort in Yuki’s words, Mikuru was more worried than ever. The time-traveler sighed miserably; shifting her attention back to her bickering underclassmen.
“I hope that you are right, Nagato-san… I really hope that you are right.”
Meanwhile, Kyon and Haruhi’s dispute was still going strong. Neither one of them was budging from their stance.
“Is having a little fun a crime?”
“Does the word ‘expulsion’ mean anything to you?”
Both of them paused to catch their breaths. One thing they were agreeing on was that this petty squabble was getting tedious and annoying. It had to stop.
Haruhi started again, choosing her words carefully. “Ne, Kyon, aren’t you getting tired?”
Kyon shook his head. “What, giving up?” he asked breezily.
The two were silent once more, glaring daggers at each other. Haruhi took a deep breath and poked her finger to her forehead. Kyon raised an eyebrow, wondering what on Earth was the girl doing. The girl opened her mouth to speak but a soft knock on the door followed instead.
"Ah, sorry I'm late," It was Itsuki, the esper of the bunch. "What did I miss?"
"NOT NOW, KOIZUMI!" Kyon yelled at the esper, irritated at being interrupted.
Haruhi didn't take too kindly at anyone yelling at her second-in-command. She promptly picked up and threw a round-white-gizmo-otherwise known as a wireless mouse at Kyon's head. Thankfully, both he and Itsuki were able to dodge the projectile. The latter quietly went to where Mikuru and Yuki sitting.
“Say Kyon,” Her casual tone caught the boy off guard. He turned to face her.
“What now?”
“Do you even remember what we’re arguing about?”
Haruhi grinned impishly while Kyon excused himself to bang his head against the wall outside.
Kyon grumbles as he sits up, yawning. He is still unaware the he's been asleep for the past two weeks.
'Sheesh. Even in my dreams, she's just as annoying as ever...'
Here's hoping the filter works.