014 - Reigniting an old flame that I didn't even know had burnt....

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(It's not everyday one receives a package like this from Mayfield. In fact, the only time you ever tend to receive one is when they decide to let you have something from home. Now, I digress briefly to think about Sasaki, an old friend from my time in middle school. The two of us had been rather close, and I sometimes wondered why we hadn't taken it further ignoring her general opinion of love as being "a form of illness". I suppose you could consider me to be somewhat of a romantic at heart, but regardless of much of the cynicism I've gathered over the years, I always had at least some belief in the idea of love. It was nothing quite as cheesy as those cheap romance novels or shoujo manga, but something. A small thing. Of course, during my time in this life, I had never been quite so lucky to experience the joy of having a romantic relationship with a nice girl. Or so I had thought until I opened the new package that arrived. And suddenly the memories came back of the true relationship I had shared with Sasaki... That I was sharing with Sasaki. The relationship which had managed to continue even as we had gone to different high schools and I became involved with the SOS Brigade. How could I have forgotten something like this? This was a major part of my life! Regardless, I had to know whether or not my not-so-new girlfriend had discovered the truth or was still in the dark as I had been...)

[Phone: Filtered to Sasaki]

Hey, uh... Sasaki, can we talk? Preferably in person. I suppose you could say I've remembered something important?

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[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Ah, well... if Kyon-kun wished it, I would consider undertaking it.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I think the decision would be best of in your own hands on this. You're the one who'd have to take on the responsibility.

Just know that I'll be supporting you completely either way.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Kyon-kun.

[There's a brief pause, and then, almost absent-mindedly, she puts her hand in his, lacing their fingers together.]

Ah, but I forgot. The choice isn't solely mine. Kyoko said your cooperation would be needed as well.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, if it's what you want, I'll cooperate at much as necessary?

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

It'll change our life together, Kyon-kun. Ah, that is, it would change your life drastically, even ignoring ... this. Are you sure you would pass it off to me so lightly?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Well, just because we're a couple, it wouldn't be fair for me to dictate your decisions... It's an important thing to consider, but ultimately you're the one who has to be comfortable with it.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

It's not just about me. It's about Suzumiya, too. And therefore, it's about you. I, ah...

I wouldn't want you to ... have to leave, as it might be necessary for you to do if it was destabilizing the universe.

[Her grip around his hand tightens somewhat.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

As much of a nuisance she can be, I'm capable of dealing with Haruhi. You needn't worry too much about that side of it.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

I suppose the discussion is academic anyway, as long as we're here, Kyon-kun.

[She suddenly frowns.]

Ah, you know, perhaps I shouldn't call you that. After all, it annoys you, right, --[There's a sound of a lawn-mower suddenly starting up and stopping.]--kun?

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I guess I've gotten somewhat used to it, [And he calls her by her given name. Darn that lawnmower interference! And so, he leans his face in towards hers once again...]

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Ah... good enough for me. [This time, she looks up at him, tilting her head towards his, closing her eyes briefly.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[And he continues forward until their lips touch...]

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

[Sasaki fills the portion of her mind that needs to constantly be thinking intellectual thoughts about the evolutionary meaning of this gesture, whether it was meant perhaps to be a primitive form of vaccination, antibody spread, something like that, hmm, it feels nice, doesn't it? Just like she remembers it...]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... It's been far too long since we've done that, hasn't it?

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Ah...

I suppose it has, [That lawnmower really needs to be serviced!].

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's still hard to believe that we'd forgotten something like that...

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

Yes... ah, you know, is it common for people to open boxes and regain memories? Perhaps this is what we feared, some kind of 'monthly event' as Nagato-san put it. Though how they would have taken these memories away, I don't know--and even less how they put them back.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

It's been known to happen? Although usually I think it has something to do with dealing with the post office... It all seems real enough for me though.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

I see...

To tell you the truth, Kyon-kun-- ah-- sorry, [Huh, do car horns usually go off in Mayfield?]-kun, for some reason I don't find myself very interested in exploring the origins of the memories...

[She smiles at him.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right, the important thing is that we have each other.

[cramschoolgod.livejournal.com]

[She simply responds with wrapping her free arm around him.]