The Revision of Nagato Yuki
A Haruhi Fanfic
Chapter 5: Reunion
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Haruhi.
I walked up to Nagato's apartment building again with an increasing sense of deja vu. How many times have I done this in the past few days? Maybe I should just see if I could move in here and save myself some commuting time. I pushed the button for Nagato's suite and waited for a reply.
"Ah... Nagato, it's me. I know it's late, but can we talk?"
"Kyon? ... s-sure, please come up."
I walked slowly through the lobby and took the elevator up to Nagato's suite. I slipped the small book that Asakura had given into a pocket of my jacket, thinking about what I would say to her. How could I explain what was going on? Should I just give her the book and let things work themselves out? I arrived at her door without coming to any conclusions. I was about to knock when the door swung open. Nagato stood in the doorway, blushing slightly. A warm aroma of a freshly cooked meal drifted through the doorway, reminding me of how long it had been since I last ate.
"Kyon... Please come in."
Sorry for bothering you so late, Nagato.
"It's no problem, Kyon. And please... call me Yuki."
Ah sure, Nag... Yuki.
"I just finished cooking dinner. If you haven't eaten yet, maybe..."
I don't want to put you to any trouble, Na- Yuki.
"No, please. Have a seat."
She seated me at her dining table before walking quickly to the kitchen. I heard the clamor of dishes banging together and stared towards the kitchen worriedly. Eventually Nagato came back with a tray that held two plates piled high with noodles in a red sauce. Setting one plate in front of me, she sat down across the table from me.
Nagato blushed slightly and mumbled, "Yes, it's my first time with this recipe. I'm sorry if you don't like it."
I'm sure it'll be fine, N- Yuki.
We ate in silence for awhile. I ate slowly, still trying to think of what I wanted to say. Nagato hardly touched her plate, instead pushing her food around while stealing glances at me. I'm not really an expert on spaghetti, but I'd say it was pretty good. Once we finished she took the plates away and brewed some tea.
"Thanks for the meal, Y- Yuki. It was quite good."
"Was it? I'm glad."
We sat like silently again for awhile, not quite looking at each other. Until finally, I said, "Let me ask you a question Yuki. If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?"
Even as the words left my mouth, I thought to myself, 'Why did I ask that? That's not what I meant to say...'
Nagato gave me a brief, confused look before tilting her head down and thinking. Eventually, she replied, "I'd... like to be more confident, I guess. More sure of myself, like Suzumiya-san."
The last thing I want is for anyone else in my life to be more like Haruhi.
Keeping her face pointed down, Nagato peeked at me through the bangs of her short lavender hair and asked, "Then who do you think I should be more like?"
I felt for the book in my jacket pocket and took it out, slowly turning it over and over in my hands.
"More like Nagato."
Nagato turned away to hide her blushing face.
"Here, Yuki. Let me give you this."
I handed her the small book of poems that Asakura had entrusted to me while saying a silent prayer. I hope this is what you want, Nagato.
She took the small book from me and inspected the cover. I took a deep breath as she open the first page and started to read. A blank look overtook her face as she flipped page after page. When she reached the last page, she looked back at me with an expressionless gaze.
"Restoration procedure at 90%. Final checkpoint reached. Are you certain you wish to continue?"
I left my breath out in a loud sigh, "Yes... I want to see Nagato again."
"Confirmed. Continuing restoration procedure... Restoration complete. Rebooting."
With that Nagato collapsed on the floor. I ran over and lifted her into my arms.
She opened her her eyes and looked up at me with her trademark poker face.
I couldn't help smiling at her as I said, "Welcome back, Nagato."
She nodded her head exactly one centimeter and said calmly, "Please... call me Yuki."
By the start of the next week, Haruhi had returned and was sitting at her desk when I arrived in the classroom on Monday morning. Taniguchi still wasn't talking to me again, but at least he had stopped trying to end my life prematurely. He still refused to eat lunch in the same room as me, though, and ran out of the classroom as soon as the lunch break started. Haruhi, however, seemed to more talkative than usual, and yanked me around to start a conversation.
"That trip was so dull... I'm so glad to be able to get back to the SOS Brigade. Koizumi better have some good things to tell me about your conduct while I was away, Kyon."
Well, I don't really know about that, but I think I did fairly well supporting the SOS Brigade.
"Hmph, we'll see."
With that pronouncement, she strode towards the door of the classroom, no doubt headed for the cafeteria. When she opened it, on the other side of the doorway stood none other than Nagato. Holding two bentou boxes.
"Yuki? What are you doing here?"
Nagato walked past Haruhi and set the boxes down on my desk. Pulling over a chair from the desk in front, she sat opposite me and turned back to look at Haruhi.
"Eating lunch. With him."
Haruhi looked from her to me and back several times before grimacing like an angry duck and walking off. I looked at Nagato as she calmly opened her bentou box and started rapidly eating her lunch. I sighed and shook my head.
"Oh well... I hope you know what you're getting us into Yuki."
Nagato paused and looked at me with the slightest fraction of a smile.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed the story. Please review the story and let me know either way. Also, thank you to everyone who has posted a review so far. In response to TakariCritic, I probably did skimp on the Mikuru section lot. I haven't really gotten comfortable thinking/writing as her yet (small or big). Oh and to anonim1979, since you asked for it so... er... eagerly, below is an omake alternate take of the scene where Asakura greets Kyon and Mikuru in her apartment. Anyway, thanks for reading. I might write a sequel to this story later if I can get me head wrapped around how I would want the plot to continue. Oh, and if you didn't figure out what the other thing that Asakura wanted from Nagato and Kyon was, just read the epilogue again.
Asahina-san and I sat down at the table in the middle of Asakura's living room.
"Let me get you some refreshments."
Asakura turned and walked quickly to her kitchen, returning with a tray that carried three cups, a kettle of tea, and a basket of bright red apples. After setting a cup in front of each of us and serving us her freshly brewed tea, she asked, "Would either of you like some apples?"
Smiling, Asakura picked up one of the apples and stabbed it in top of with a long, thin bladed knife. Don't ask me where it came from. My eyes weren't quick enough to see where exactly she had it hidden in her school uniform. The fact that I had jerked back about a foot away from the table probably didn't help either. Asakura twisted the blade, neatly coring the apple, and sliced it into four pieces. Placing the pieces on a small plate, she repeated this process with two more apples while Asahina-san and I watched nervously.
"These apples are quite sweet. I hope you enjoy them."
I only managed to tear my eyes away from the knife once she set it down on the table. Looking back at her smiling face, I tried my best to smile politely.
Ah... th-thank you, Asakura...
"You're welcome, Kyon."