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I Think I Love My Wife
A.N.:- This is my first Melancholy fanfic. I only recently started watching it but I'm already loving the KyonHaruhi interaction.
Disclaimer:- I don't own The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya; though I wish I did cause it rocks too hard.
Warnings:- language, slight fluff at the end
If, say, fifteen years ago someone had told me that I, Kyon, a pessimistic skeptic but otherwise completely ordinary guy would fall for the eccentric virago that is Suzumiya Haruhi, I would have simply laughed hysterically. The idea of me being in love with that crazy, overlord of a girl would of been too ridiculous for me to fathom.
Of course, my brain, like everything else in my universe, must have been dramatically affected when a category five hurricane called Suzumiya Haruhi flattened every building of sanity that had ever been erected within its boundaries.
I must have gradually gone insane. That's the only logical way to explain those strange feelings that began to swirl inside my cheast everytime she bellowed my name, or ordered me around like she was my master or thought up some brainless idea then forced me to follow through with it.
Yes, something had to have gone off in my head. I couldn't possibly have been attracted to her after all of that...right? RIGHT?
O.K...so we've established that I went crazy and that is the absolutely only reason I fell in love with her. I think...
Alright, fine I'll admit that I wasn't crazy...but don't tell anyone else, okay?
Unfortunately for me, Haruhi had gotten into in the same university as I did and was even taking the exact same courses. I was most devasted at the time I found out; just when I thought that Haruhi would finally be leaving me out of her weird schemes she managed to ruin my plans- once again- without even trying to...
I remember that day well. I was nineteen at the time and bursting with hormones and to put it bluntly... urges (but let's get crude). I was constantly dadreaming about Haruhi and trying my utmost not to.
The said girl had, of course, set up another branch of the SOS Brigade as soon as we arrived at our new school.
Mikuru, Nagato-San and that slick bastard Koizumi were going to another college so we didn't see much of them except for once a week when they attended club meetings.
So it was just Haruhi and I alone most of the time. I hated the fact that I felt my neck turning red when I realized that it was only the two of us alone in the room.
On this particular evening, it had been extremely hot outside so Haruhi had unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt and pulled her light brown locks into a cute ponytail.
If I looked a little down to my left-where Haruhi was sitting- a could see an irresistable shadow of her cleavage and I could not understand why I felt my hand subconsciously dropping my pen on my left side so I would have to bend down suddenly to pick it up.
I had to admit that Haruhi looked especially sexy that afternoon. I started noticing little things about her that turned me on, such as the way she fluttered her eyelids every so often as she read this or that and the subtle way she puckered her moist pink lips as she chewed on the back of her pen thoughtfully.
I gulped and fixed my tie nervously while watching her out of the corner of my eye but all the same trying not to break the usual long-suffering mask that I always wore around her.
Nevertheless, Haruhi seemed to pick up on my discomfort as quickly as a blood-hound sniffs out fear and this seemed to please her immensely.
She gave me that arrogant smirk that I hate more than anything and went out of her way to do things that drove me crazy. Like, for instance she decided to stand up and stretch so that her already short skirt rose up a few inches and revealed a glimpse of something lacy and pink. At that moment I had to turn my head suddenly and pretend to look through the window as a little stream of blood spurted out of my nose.
The little she-devil pretended not to notice what she was doing to me and walked over to that bookshelf that was right in front of the table we were sitting at then had the nerve to stand on her tiptoes to place a book on the highest shelf so of course her skirt rose up again, this time giving me a clear view of the back of her thighs and the lower part of her ample ass...
I coudn't take it anymore!
Choosing for once to just ignore the logical side of my mind I grabbed Haruhi by the waist and clumsily crashed my lips to hers. My first and only kiss had been ages ago with her in high school so I didn't really know exactly how to kiss a girl properly.
Luckily, Haruhi seemed to be pretty prepared for it as if she had been expecting me to kiss her for a very long while. Haruhi always expects me to do everything for her I guess cause I'm her male bitch-servant after all.
The strangest thing is, though, that no matter how much I may complain about it, I actually kinda like being her male bitch-servant...
But we started to hold hands sometimes, kiss or do anything to get to touch each other. In spite of the fact I never thought dating Haruhi would be in any way pleasant I was actually in heaven.
Eventually I married her.
Now, here I am- aged thirty and lying in my bed fully awake as I stroke her brown tendrils of hair which are splayed across my pillow. It's amazing how my wife can be so demonic looking in an average day but look like an absolute angel while sleeping.
Haruhi looks downright adorable while asleep. She gets herself into the weirdest positions (which, in the usual turn of events push me to the very edge of the bed so that I almost fall over onto the cold, hard tiles) and she has this annoying habit of stabbing me in the ribs with her sharp elbows... but she makes up for it when she does this cute little snoring noise in between breaths that causes a fuzzy sensation to erupt in my stomach.
It's raining outside heavily. Every so often I can catch a flash of lightning and heard the rumble of thunder. Must be a storm out.
"Daddy?"
I can feel a slight pressure at the foot of our bed and know immediately that it's our eight year old daughter.
"Don't worry, Kanae, it's just a thunderstorm" I say quietly, trying to calm her.
The little girl trembles slightly and doesn't look the least bit reassured so I move over and she climbes up, snuggles in between me and the sleeping Haruhi and pulls the thick blanket up to her neck.
I hug her tightly to my cheast wondering just when exactly I, Kyon, had become so paternal. I guess it's because Kanae is a total daddy's girl. It's true- she's just like me in personality- heck she even looks like me with the same dark-brown hair and eyes.
Her younger brother, our five year old son, is a carbon copy of Haruhi. Except for the fact that he spikes his light brown hair like some shounen anime character he likes. Hoshi seems to have inherited his mother's god-like powers as well but they are not developed yet.
"Haha! Kanae's scared of the thunder!" I hear Hoshi's giggling as he hops onto the bed next to his mother.
"I'm not scared!" Kanae retorts and punches her brother with a strong right hook I'm sure Haruhi would be proud of.
"OUCH! STOP IT!"
"Shhh!" I say, remembering that Haruhi is asleep. "If you want to stay here you two better keep quiet and go to sleep"
"Yes daddy"
I roll over trying to get into a better position. I'm sure that many years in the future Kanae will marry a nice normal human man (that I will disaprove of on principle) and Hoshi will marry an alien girl. Or maybe it'll be the other way around- who knows?
For now, though I'll just try to get some rest as according to the clock on my bedside table it's nearly two o'clock in the morning-and I have work tomorrow.
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