#undermebius

          It came as shock when a text came through that Yuki      wouldn’t be attending club that afternoon. Despite being      the leader of the club, Haruhi was aware of the rock that      held the whole thing together. Without the bookworm’s      help in securing a room, the SOS Brigade would have      never happened. It was an unspoken thing, but she owed      the lavender haired girl a great deal.           Plus, was odd for her to ever get sick too. The maternal       instincts that Haruhi carried within took over and she      announced that club was canceled before school let out.      She then harassed Kyon for Yuki’s address, since he      returned a book to her once. He tried to reassure her that      it was a common cold, and it was nothing to worry about it,      but Haruhi ignored him. That very well could have been the      case in the end. But felt wrong to not at least check on her      at least. What kind of leader would she be if she didn’t look      out for her underlings? A lousy one, that’s for sure.           The moment the bell let the student free, Haruhi was      making long strides out the door. She was familiar with the      area Yuki lived in, as a couple students lived in the same      complex. It didn’t take her long to arrive at the front doors.      Her finger lingered on the buzzer to make sure Yuki heard      it through even the deepest of sleeps.

          The intercom clicked on, but there was silence on the      other end. There was only one person who could have been      home who would respond in that manner. Haruhi leaned in      and announced herself.

It's another memory. One that had been staring him in the face this whole time. The memories of the people he's met, those two other guys.. and that girl, the girl..what was one of the things they all had in common, in those memories?

The uniform.

While he had, sharply, discovered the reality was different to what he pictures, while it meant more to internally question, it all brought another brainwave. In those strange memories, yes, he still calls them strange, they were all in the North High uniform, but congregated in a room, a club room, since they were, well, part of a club. The clear vision of the armband he recreated was an indicator of that. If there was a club, there had to be a clubroom.

A clubroom.. in this very school..

On that thought, another memory, not one seemingly important before, but one that was now.. came to him. Walking.. down the halls, down to the clubhouse.. to a door. Was that where the club all met?

End of school, up he gets, though not too quick. Of course as ends up in the hall way, instinctively, he decides to put on the armband he otherwise kept in his blazer pocket. Always he affixed it with a single safety pin. Every time he put it on, it still felt the same. Wrong. Not for you. But that helped him. That drove him.

Using that newfound memory, he walked from the main building, along the hall that bridged such with the clubhouse. It was becoming real again, the ‘vintage’ look of such a building bringing a strange hint of nostalgia. This was the way to the clubroom, wasn’t it? But which one was it? Along the halls he went, scanning the signs of each door.. until one stopped him abruptly in his tracks, as if another small, snap memory stopped him.

...The Literary Club?

It was, strange, but at the same time, this was it, this had to be it! And yet, there was a niggling thought in his head that while the sign said ‘Literary Club’, the actual club.. group.. or whatever it was called, it just seemed.. something very different entirely, not at all about books. Still, this was a lead, another small piece of this puzzle.. with more possibly revealed behind this very door.

What was behind this door? What would he find? The very clubroom where it all happened, maybe a world of discovery and memories rest in here.. Would the jigsaw become clearer in here?

Only one way to find out.

                       a  lot  has  happened -  and  in  itsuki’s  mind  that  was  understating  it .  two  seperate  timelines  merging ,  the  near  loss  of  their  brigade  leader ,  and  the  defeat  of  a  few  of  their  enemies .  he  had  a  lot  on  his  mind  currently .  about  just  what  each  individual  was  after -  about  the  ramifications  of  these  events  going  down  the  line -  and  about  the  other  members  of  their  little  brigade .

                       it  seemed  appropriate  to  have  a  check - in .  while  yuki  and  mikuru  had  different  beliefs  from  him ,  the  were  put  in  a  situation  where  they  had  to  work  together .  communication  between  all  parties  was  ideal .  and ,  personally ,  itsuki  would  prefer  talking  to  the  humanoid  interface  first .  which  is  what  draws  him  to  her  apartment  complex .

                       he  gives  his  personal  taxi  driver -  arakawa -  a  wave  goodbye  before  walking  up  to  the  building .  entering  in  her  apartment  number ,  he  presses  the  button  to  alert  her  of  his  presence ,  leaning  in  towards  the  speaker .

                       footsteps  follow  the  familiar  path  to  the  debate  club .  today  was  nothing  out  of  the  ordinary  at  least .  no  odd  flashes ---  no  feelings  of  intense  discomfort .  at  least  so  far ,  but  he  liked  to stay  somewhat  optimistic .  today  would  be  a  good  day .  a  normal  day .  he’d  attend  his  club  meeting ,  head  home ,  make  dinner ,  and  get  some  homework  done .

                       just  as  he  considers  that  topics  they  might  be  covering ---

                       eyes  lift  up  to  see  a  girl  entering  the  literary  club  room .  her  hand  lifts  to  open  the  door  and ---  something  feels . . .  familiar .  he’s  seen  this  before .  itsuki  stops  in  his  tracks  as  a  vague  memory  flashes in  his  mind .

                       that  girl ,  lifting  her  hand  and  uttering  strange  mumbles .  there  were  others  too . . .  in  a  desert .  a  strange  energy  and ---

                       ‶  a  giant  camel  cricket ?  ″  itsuki  stare  seems  to  go  through  the  girl ,  he  barely  registers  the  words  are  leaving  his  mouth .  brows  furrow ,  a  hand  coming  to  his  head  before  he  blinks ,  realizing  the  situation .

                       why  did  he  feel  so  tense ?

                       ‶  a - ah . . .  my  apologizes .  ″  he  smiles ,  but  his  anxiety  shines  through  with  ease .  why  was  he  so  nervous ?  he’s  sure  he’s  never  talked  to  this  girl  before ,  but  then  what  was  that ?  what  was  that  memory ?  was  he  just  making  things  up  in  his  head ?  ‶  sometimes  i  just  speak  without  thinking .  ″  a  lie .  this  was  unusual ,  even  for  him .  his  entire  life  he’s  never  experienced  things  like  this ,  but  recently  it  felt  like  common  place .