slave_of_suzumiya | 36th "Oh shit..."

36th "Oh shit..."

[Today, Kyon has encountered Yuki Nagato who is a lot more lively than usual. ... However, her eyes are dead. The bright spark behind that unreadable mask was gone, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind.]

No... Nagato... It can't be...

Uh... It's Kokutou. Yuki Kokutou, remember? Are you feeling okay?

Just go away!

[A: And Kyon'll leave school, running through the halls. He's not really looking where he's going so he might run into you.]

[B: Upon reaching home at 915 Bilko Boulevard, he'll boot up both his desktop computer and laptop simultaneously and attempt to open a certain program...]

No, no, no, no... Respond dammit!! Ugh...

[And he'll slam his head into the desk.]

[Later, outside the library he may be found...

C: Shouting and beating his fists on the wall.

D: Sitting slumped against the wall, completely despondent, his hands scraped and bleeding...]

... Why her? Why!? Nagato...

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... It doesn't matter. None of it matters...

Don't say that! You look really hurt. Come on, let's go find a real teacher or something, I think the nurse at the infirmary's not real.

A year, it's been a whole year now... Probably closer to three for her... And she's gone... You never appreciate it until it's gone... What if something ends up happening again? It's only a matter of time...

[He barely acknowledges Tara's presence... He seems to be a tad shellshocked here.]

Who's gone? Hey, can you hear me?

(She's going to shake him a bit now. She's really worried that he's gone off his rocker or something.)

[Okay, she'll get a bit more acknowledgement with his next reply...]

... Sorry, it's just, she's saved my life so many times, I've lost count. I never thought she'd ever really be gone...

It's ok. What happened to her?

(She's going to try and pull him up so she can take him to the hospital or something. Maybe there's a doctor there who can help.)

... Droned. For good it seems.

[And it won't be too hard to help him up, she'll probably get some of his blood on her hands doing it though.]

(She's slightly squeamish, but whoever this guy is, he needs help. She helps him up anyway.)

Droned...that's what happens when they make you into one of the people who think they've lived in Mayfield all their lives right? But, it might not be permanent. The pamphlet I got mentioned that sometimes people do come back later.

Her uniform, her books... They're gone, they're all gone...

So...so when they're gone, it means that the person's...

(Tara suddenly shakes her head furiously. She can't afford to feed his depression now.)

No, I'm sure that she's alright. Maybe she's even gone home. Anything is better than being stuck here anyway.

Come on, let's get to the hospital.

Maybe... Who knows? This place is damn crazy. She can handle herself anyway. ... Well, unless the Data Integration... whatever thingy decides to erase her. I was kind of blackmailing it with John Smith there...

[... Yeah, at least half of that is probably entirely incomprehensible without the context.]

(She doesn't get it, but his well-being is more important. She can try and figure it out later. Right now, she's going to gently tug him towards the general direction of the hospital.)

She's probably fine now. Don't worry about it, ok?

(She's trying to put on a pleading tone to get him to come with her.)

... Sorry, I'm not making a whole lot of sense right now, am I?

(Of course, trying to collect my thoughts after something like this is pretty difficult. It's like last Christmas, except instead of a practical utopia, I'm actually in a shithole this time.)

[And he'll allow himself to be led by her...]

Umm...sorry, no. But you can explain it to me later if you want, after we get this seen to.

And I'm Tara, by the way. I just got here a few days ago.

(Gonna take him to the hospital and get someone to look at him.)

Right. Kyon. It's what they all call me.

[And so, he'll get the scrapes on his hands cleaned and bandaged...]

(After they're cleared from the hospital, she's going to ask him more questions. But first...)

So, umm, how are you feeling now?

Like punching whoever is in charge of this place in the face. ... But better than before, I guess.

... It was Tara, right? Thanks.

No problem. It's the least I could do.

So, umm...you mentioned something about Data Inter-something, and Jack Smith? I know who Jack Smith is, but what' about the Data thing you mentioned?

It's a long story. And John Smith, completely unrelated to the Smith family here. ... Also a bit of a long story.

Well, I've got lots of time to spare, if you want to talk about it.

I'd rather not go getting into all the details, but it's a tale of aliens, time travellers, espers and an after school club which is honestly more trouble than it's worth. Maybe one day I'll write a book about it.

(... Or maybe a dozen. I'm sure there's enough nonsense with Haruhi to write a plethora of stories about.)

Wow, you seem to live an interesting life. Are you a super hero or something?

(Yes, she assumes everyone who doesn't have a normal, average life a superhero or a supervillain. Someone really needs to broaden her horizons.)

Nothing that exciting, I'm afraid. Just an ordinary high school student.

That...is the best news I've heard so far!

(Yes, after a few days surrounded by grouchy Australian mercenaries and emotionless pirate hunters who are also students, someone ordinary is a godsend.)

What year are you in? Maybe we have classes together!

I've never seen anyone so glad to meet an ordinary human before. Anyway, I'm in the eleventh grade right now.

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Fast forward after the treatment?

Sure!

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