Tx: Shaved Ice (Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu)
Er. . . my first Lovely Complex fic attempt was a nice 200-word fic for
31_days. My first attempt for The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya is also for the same community, but a tad longer, more ambitious, and probably less satisfactory. Eheheheh. ^^;;
*kowtows in advanced*
I'm not sure if I've quite gotten Kyon's voice, or if this story made sense at all. Here goes nothing.
Title: Treatment: shaved ice
Day/Theme: August 4/ Hearts here are skipping a beat, o beautiful one
Series: The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi
Character/Pairing: the SOS dan, but mostly Haruhi and Kyon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 865
It’s afternoon and a school day. By this time, I should be standing outside the door, as likely as not with a certain unwanted companion, and trying not to picture the happenings inside the Literature club room. Instead of picturing the amount of clothes Suzumiya Haruhi had already gotten rid off, I’d be reciting the table of elements instead, or remembering as many numbers in pi as I could, or ranking the lovely Asahina-san’s various outfits by amount of cleavage visible.
Speaking of outfits, I didn’t really like the nurse/hospital attendant costume on my flawless senpai. The maid costume was my favorite, as it went well with the prodigious tea-making that was Asahina-san’s specialty. Her already wearing the nurse outfit was one of the reasons why I felt a bit chagrined when I walked into a fully-infes-er, occupied headquarters.
“You’re late, Kyon! Shaved ice for the whole SOS dan to show your dedication. Stat!”
That was the other reason.
“I just gave you an order, Kyon,” Haruhi followed up almost immediately, still hidden by her workstation. “Move it!”
Why don’t you move it? If I have to walk downhill for shaved ice, I won’t get it here frozen no matter how I haul ass on the way back.
“Insubordination!” Haruhi popped up from behind the whirring computer monitor, a forbidding look on her pretty face and her pony tail bouncing. “I can’t work with a person who won’t trust my judgement. Koizumi-san, you be the P.A. instead.”
PA? As in Prissy Ass-kisser?
“Physician’s assistant,” the smiley-faced bastard graciously- and unnecessarily-explained. “The president, of course, takes the doctor’s role.”
As if I couldn’t tell by the white lab coat and the stethoscope looped around that looney girl’s neck. It was too hot for lab coats and sweat glistened on her temples, making her look like she’d just stepped out from an intense, highly-dramatic scene in some medical drama. I had to admit, though. The black-rimmed spectacles was a. . . uh, compelling addition. Or maybe it was the glint of sunlight reflecting from it that’s bothering my head.
Didn’t I say before I’m not into megane-types?
Good. I was feeling kinda redundant there.
“We have one hour to acquire all of our instruments.” Haruhi had, for the moment, forgotten about my imagined transgressions. “The best time to raid the clinic is at 1642 hours, when the school nurse will be in that inter-departmental meeting. Yuki-chan has our list of necessary supplies.”
The said girl didn’t even look up from her customary book, but she had a piece of paper right in front of her. Like a general briefing his underlings, Haruhi twisted smartly on those 4-inch stiletto heels and faced the reddening skies. Her ponytail bounced merrily, as if to punctuate her next words.
“Mikuru-chan, you remember the back-up plan.”
“B-but-” came the dainty protest from the doe-eyed Asahina-san. “I don’t think I can-”
“Don’t worry about the buttons when you rip off the top part of the costume. It’s getting too tight for you, anyway.”
I almost choked. Well, the fabric was being overstretched around the bust. . .
“Kyon-Kyon! Where do you think you’re going?”
I’m getting you the shaved ice, you idiot. You’re probably heat exhausted or something, and it’s making you blather all this nonsense about stealing from the school clinic and bodice-ripping and-
Haruhi stamped her foot. I almost winced; imagine how much PSI is concentrated in that one deadly heel. I didn’t exactly hate the offending shoe, as it made her leg look a mile long and, let’s face it, Haruhi’s legs weren’t exactly shapeless or overly-muscular or particularly ugly or anything remotely like that.
. . . Maybe I got heat exhaustion, too. I’m not thinking straight here. I’m having palpitations and tachycardia and delusions. At some point, my heart’ll probably go into ventricular fibrillation, and then into just pulse-less electrical activity- anyway, I’m sure just a single sweet kiss from the angel Asahina-san would promptly revive me, but then there’s the world’s well-being to worry about.
“Your malingering is sickening, Kyon. Why don’t you just admit you want to abandon the club for some ice-cold, throat-tingling summer treat?”
And you don’t?
“I’m saving lives here!” She harrumphed, once again setting the ponytail swinging like some hypnotic pendulum. “How many aliens do you think are out there? Trapped inside human bodies? See, that explains why we’ve never found one! When they come here on earth, they find they’re unable to survive our atmosphere’s make-up, so they have no choice but to borrow human bodies! We’re saving two organisms per subject here, Kyon. This is serious business!”
So you’re planning to randomly ambush innocent people on the streets and strip them naked to see if they’re aliens in disguise.
“There’ll be a sign somewhere. Like missing navels or a pig’s tail.”
I think you’re confusing things with demon possessions. The way I’m confusing you for some young, hot-shot intern coming on to me like whoa.
. . . Okay. Now, let’s all conveniently forget I just said that.
There was an awkward moment of silence.
“Shaved ice, you said?” Haruhi finally said, her petulant expression making her much too cute. “You’re treating?”
What else could I say to that?
- 0040 080507
31_days. My first attempt for The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya is also for the same community, but a tad longer, more ambitious, and probably less satisfactory. Eheheheh. ^^;;
*kowtows in advanced*
I'm not sure if I've quite gotten Kyon's voice, or if this story made sense at all. Here goes nothing.
Title: Treatment: shaved ice
Day/Theme: August 4/ Hearts here are skipping a beat, o beautiful one
Series: The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi
Character/Pairing: the SOS dan, but mostly Haruhi and Kyon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 865
It’s afternoon and a school day. By this time, I should be standing outside the door, as likely as not with a certain unwanted companion, and trying not to picture the happenings inside the Literature club room. Instead of picturing the amount of clothes Suzumiya Haruhi had already gotten rid off, I’d be reciting the table of elements instead, or remembering as many numbers in pi as I could, or ranking the lovely Asahina-san’s various outfits by amount of cleavage visible.
Speaking of outfits, I didn’t really like the nurse/hospital attendant costume on my flawless senpai. The maid costume was my favorite, as it went well with the prodigious tea-making that was Asahina-san’s specialty. Her already wearing the nurse outfit was one of the reasons why I felt a bit chagrined when I walked into a fully-infes-er, occupied headquarters.
“You’re late, Kyon! Shaved ice for the whole SOS dan to show your dedication. Stat!”
That was the other reason.
“I just gave you an order, Kyon,” Haruhi followed up almost immediately, still hidden by her workstation. “Move it!”
Why don’t you move it? If I have to walk downhill for shaved ice, I won’t get it here frozen no matter how I haul ass on the way back.
“Insubordination!” Haruhi popped up from behind the whirring computer monitor, a forbidding look on her pretty face and her pony tail bouncing. “I can’t work with a person who won’t trust my judgement. Koizumi-san, you be the P.A. instead.”
PA? As in Prissy Ass-kisser?
“Physician’s assistant,” the smiley-faced bastard graciously- and unnecessarily-explained. “The president, of course, takes the doctor’s role.”
As if I couldn’t tell by the white lab coat and the stethoscope looped around that looney girl’s neck. It was too hot for lab coats and sweat glistened on her temples, making her look like she’d just stepped out from an intense, highly-dramatic scene in some medical drama. I had to admit, though. The black-rimmed spectacles was a. . . uh, compelling addition. Or maybe it was the glint of sunlight reflecting from it that’s bothering my head.
Didn’t I say before I’m not into megane-types?
Good. I was feeling kinda redundant there.
“We have one hour to acquire all of our instruments.” Haruhi had, for the moment, forgotten about my imagined transgressions. “The best time to raid the clinic is at 1642 hours, when the school nurse will be in that inter-departmental meeting. Yuki-chan has our list of necessary supplies.”
The said girl didn’t even look up from her customary book, but she had a piece of paper right in front of her. Like a general briefing his underlings, Haruhi twisted smartly on those 4-inch stiletto heels and faced the reddening skies. Her ponytail bounced merrily, as if to punctuate her next words.
“Mikuru-chan, you remember the back-up plan.”
“B-but-” came the dainty protest from the doe-eyed Asahina-san. “I don’t think I can-”
“Don’t worry about the buttons when you rip off the top part of the costume. It’s getting too tight for you, anyway.”
I almost choked. Well, the fabric was being overstretched around the bust. . .
“Kyon-Kyon! Where do you think you’re going?”
I’m getting you the shaved ice, you idiot. You’re probably heat exhausted or something, and it’s making you blather all this nonsense about stealing from the school clinic and bodice-ripping and-
Haruhi stamped her foot. I almost winced; imagine how much PSI is concentrated in that one deadly heel. I didn’t exactly hate the offending shoe, as it made her leg look a mile long and, let’s face it, Haruhi’s legs weren’t exactly shapeless or overly-muscular or particularly ugly or anything remotely like that.
. . . Maybe I got heat exhaustion, too. I’m not thinking straight here. I’m having palpitations and tachycardia and delusions. At some point, my heart’ll probably go into ventricular fibrillation, and then into just pulse-less electrical activity- anyway, I’m sure just a single sweet kiss from the angel Asahina-san would promptly revive me, but then there’s the world’s well-being to worry about.
“Your malingering is sickening, Kyon. Why don’t you just admit you want to abandon the club for some ice-cold, throat-tingling summer treat?”
And you don’t?
“I’m saving lives here!” She harrumphed, once again setting the ponytail swinging like some hypnotic pendulum. “How many aliens do you think are out there? Trapped inside human bodies? See, that explains why we’ve never found one! When they come here on earth, they find they’re unable to survive our atmosphere’s make-up, so they have no choice but to borrow human bodies! We’re saving two organisms per subject here, Kyon. This is serious business!”
So you’re planning to randomly ambush innocent people on the streets and strip them naked to see if they’re aliens in disguise.
“There’ll be a sign somewhere. Like missing navels or a pig’s tail.”
I think you’re confusing things with demon possessions. The way I’m confusing you for some young, hot-shot intern coming on to me like whoa.
. . . Okay. Now, let’s all conveniently forget I just said that.
There was an awkward moment of silence.
“Shaved ice, you said?” Haruhi finally said, her petulant expression making her much too cute. “You’re treating?”
What else could I say to that?
- 0040 080507