The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya ~ Guardians of Destiny (Old - To be deleted)

Monday, January 18th

"Michie, we're here!" Michie's dad called loudly snapping her back quickly from her detailed thoughts. Michie listened carefully. The sound was bare minimum compared to how it had been where they had used to live. She smiled. A car drove past and even that seemed to be ten times quieter than a single car from where she had been living. "Grab your bag from the boot and meet me on the fifth floor. We're flat number 53." He continued as he got out of the car and grabbed his own bag from the back seat. Michie pushed the car door open slowly and stepped out on to the sidewalk. She glanced around a little taking in her surroundings before she slammed the car door shut as hard as she could. She smiled. The sound from the car door slamming echoed slightly around her. Michie, content, pulled her bag from the boot, locked the car and truged up the stairs to the fifth, the top most, floor to where her dad was waiting outside the flat. Michie's dad smiled at her enthusiasm and alertness. The reason he'd decided to move to a more quiet area was because he was worried about his daughter's silence and ever growing thinking spells.

"Do I have to go to school tomorrow or can I explore instead?" she said a little too excited. Her dad chuckled as he pushed the door of the flat open. He mulled it over in his head for a moment or two before looking at Michie thoughtfully. She was opening every door and glancing into the empty rooms. Soon the moving van would be here with the last of their belongings. The room towards the back of the flat was the smallest but Michie thrrew her bag into the room regardless. "It's mine!" she said as she closed the door quickly as if hiding why she wanted the room despite it's size.

"Well, how about you go to school tomorrow, so that you're settled in, and then the day after you can have the day off to explore?" he said compromising with her wish. Michie nodded enthusiastically. He'd never seen her this happy. Even before they had moved into the noisy area of Japan she had been miserable but now that they were here she seemed to forget about all her misery. "There's a library just down the road if you want to go and have a look while I move our furniture in with the movers," he suggested. Michie ran into her room and pulled her jacket out of the top of her bag before she kissed her dad on the cheek and ran out the door. Once she was on the ground floor she pulled her ipod out of her jacket pocket and turned it on to All In My Head by Kosheen. She listened to the song over and over as she walked to the library.

((OCC: I'm not sure what day it is, so I'll post the date in the example, okay?))

Monday, January 18th

10 seconds. 9 seconds. 8 seconds. 7 seconds. 6 seconds. 5 seconds. 4 seconds. 3 seconds. 2 seconds. 1 second...

"Wahoo!" Sanaki, in extreme relief, sprinted out of history class as the bell marking the end of the school day rang. She skipped through the halls, slamming into a few people "Sorry! and opened her locker at a record speed. Piling her homework into the bag, she thought about what she could do that afternoon. Hmm... Ever since Yuki had told her about the SOS Brigade, she had been saying to join something similar. But there was no brigade at the moment. 'Course, she could always recreate it herself. Say, that wasn't a bad idea... but it quickly became one as she realized all the paperwork that would be involved. Haruhi didn't do any paperwork, she remembered. Still... If only she could find her son, Will, and persuade him to make the brigade. But she rarely saw him. Where in the world could he be? Suddenly, she had a brilliant idea. She bit her lip, concentrating ever so slightly on the Junior in the hall. She had seen him talking to Will before, and seeing as he was running, he was probably her most interesting candidate. Dang... baseball tryouts... I've got to hurry up before someone like Will beats me to it!

"Yes!" she cried, pumping her fist in the air. She didn't care that other kids were staring at her, because she knew where Will was and she knew that she had nothing better to do. She slammed her locker shut, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and ran/skipped/danced through the hallways to the gymnasium. And Sanaki, being Sanaki, totally forgot that Will might not be there, and that if he was, he would be busy with trying out. She joyfully bounced into the gym, knocking over some students, and concentrated on Will's mind.

[OOC: I'm just going to copy Ayakella's date. =L]





Yumi sat in the library, at one of the empty tables in the far corner. She placed her messenger bag beside her chair, and just sat there, staring at the wall for a minute. Today had barely begun, and yet Yumi was already wishing for it to be over. Well, that was a lie, she did have school that day, but it had still barely begun. First, she had gotten up and realized that her parents were out of town, which brought her mood down. Then, she wasn’t able to eat any breakfast because she didn’t have any proper food in the house, and most of the stores were closed, and she wasn’t about to steal something, or wait outside. Then, she met up with a girl from her school, who dragged her to the side and started asking her questions, because she needed help. School wasn’t fun either, especially since she was called on at least twenty times. Life was tough.

Yumi picked out a book from the nearest shelf, and stared at the cover. It was a fantasy book, unlike any she had ever seen. Yumi scanned the back of the book, reading the description. When she finished, she placed it back on the shelf. She wasn’t a big fan of romance novels, and that book wasn’t an exception. She ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, which she forgot to put up this morning and sighed. Grabbing a scrunchie from her wrist, she quickly tied her hair up, and then stared out the window, just waiting for something exciting or new to come along.

Michie reached the library after walking for a fair few minutes. She admitted it would have been quicker if she had avoided detours but Michie was like that - a little exploration before actually getting to the library wasn't going to hurt anyone. Michie turned her ipod down as low as she could whilst still being able to hear it and headed down the Sci-fi isle. She ran her finger over the spines of books as she worked her way down looking for something interesting. She hummed quietly to herself as she picked out a book that looked reasonably interesting. 'Not a huge fan of romance novels,' Michie jumped, dropping her book and dropping her ipod. She looked around but no one was near her. Michie remembered last time it had happened - her friend was thinking about biscuits. Michie picked up her ipod and the book and moved quickly to the romance isle. There was no one there either. 'Fantasy, Fantasy...' Michie smiled and concentrated on tuning out the thoughts.

One thing that had bothered Michie was that other's thoughts seemed to seep into her head unless she concentrated on tuning everyone out. She had control but if she let go for even a moment someone's thoughts would pop into her head. Michie headed for the fantasy isle. She grimaced as she walked to the other end to where a girl was standing by herself, she disliked fantasy books. Michie tried to look fascinated in the books surrounding her but she found herself failing miserably. She didn't want to approach the girl as she wasn't very good at being the first to talk or make a move towards a friendship. She passed the girl on her way out of the isle, she was putting her hair up.

Michie took a seat at a table near to the isle and began reading the Sci-fi book that she had picked up. Every so often she peeked to see if the girl was still there. After a few minutes she became absorbed in the book. She no longer looked up at the girl in the fantasy isle or payed any attention to the world around her. The cell phone in her jacket pocket vibrated against her stomach alerting her to the world again and she looked up to see the girl standing there near the table a book in hand. A thought Michie presumed came from the girl came into her head and Michie dropped the book on to the floor with a loud thud. "Errrr," Michie whispered, it was all she could manage.

Monday, January 18th

A scowl on her face, Sanaki stormed out of the gym. Will wasn't there! She had checked the tryout lists, too, and it turned out Will was on basketball. Seriously! Who played basketball? Well, I do love basketball... but that's different! She stormed through the hallway, scanning people's minds until Will was in one. In fact, it was Will's mind! She read an errant thought. This was the table my mother spent every afternoon sitting at for four years... maybe I should bring back the brigade. Sanaki, a smile on her face, raced through the halls, knocking over a girl by accident.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Wait... do I know you?" The girl smiled.
"S'okay, I already fell down once today. Why not twice?" She smiled, extending her hand. "Ryoko Asakura."
"Asakura? Hmm... I've heard that name. I'm Sanaki Kimidori." At the name, she seemed to flinch. Just a little.
"Really? When did you hear it?" She laughed lightly, hiding nervousness. Sanaki, puzzled, explained.
"Oh, from my mom's friend Yuki." Asakura froze, but quickly recovered.
"Well, that's very nice. She probably has nothing to do with me, though. See you around!" She waved, and ran away very quickly. Sanaki blinked. What could have caused that reaction? She shrugged to herself, making a mental note to tell her mother later, and continued on her way to the old clubroom. She burst in.

"Finally!" she cried. Will turned around and gave her a 'are you for real' look. "I've been looking all over for you! What's the plan?
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((OCC: Hope that it's okay with you, Sky. If Sanaki thought/said anything that you have a problem with, just blame it on her hyperness and quick assumptions.))

Yumi stared at the girl for a moment, stunned. She had never encountered someone with so much energy. Not even the girls in her year had that much energy, and a bunch of them were cheerleaders.

The other girl was silent, also a bit stunned. Yumi wasn't surprised. Who wouldn't be stunned if some random, hyper girl popped in out of nowhere and began to talk about some club that Yumi had never heard of.

"Yumi Makio is the name. I'm a Junior in the high school." Yumi said simply, immediately putting up her emotional defenses; she wasn't taking any chances.

Then she stood up, and picked up the book that was on the floor. It was the one the other girl had dropped. She set it in front of her, and smiled. It was a pretty book, with fancy spirals on the cover. It was also an old book.

"There you go." she smiled. "It's not a bad book by the way, I've read it before. The author has some very nice stories out there."

The girl stared at her for a moment, and then smiled briefly. The other girl was jumping up and down in excitement, a huge grin plastered on her face. She was so happy, that it made Yumi feel emo almost.

Monday, January 18th

Michie stared at both girls. She took the book from the girl she had passed in the fantasy isle and smiled a little in thanks for picking it up. A flurry of thoughts about this club the hyper girl, Sanaki, had mentioned from the two girls rushed through her head and mixed with her own thoughts. She felt a little dizzy and she concentrated for a moment on tuning them out. As soon as she could think clearly she attempted to speak; "Michie Grace, I just moved here... I'll be a Junior when I go tomorrow..." she muttered. Her phone vibrated again. She glanced at it and read a text from her dad that asked her to be home soon and said that they were completely moved in. "I've read the book a fair few. I just love it." Michie was becoming more and more confident as the conversation went on.

Michie turned to Sanaki for a moment. "What is this club you're raving on about?" she asked trying very hard not to sound rude but she simply couldn't think of a way to phrase the question with out sounding a little rude. Michie then thought of something. 'What if they can hear my thoughts too?' she wondered while she waited for Sanaki to respond. She then stopped thinking of everything apart from one word, book, and whatever she was about to say. She brushed a strand of purple hair from her face and rolled the cable of her ipod around her ipod before placing it into her pocket.

"Are you okay Yumi?" Michie finally said. Yumi looked a little glum. Sanaki seemed to be thinking - Michie debated in whispers about reading Sanaki's thoughts but deicded against it and her mind went blank again.

January 18th


"Fine, thanks." Yumi replied sullenly, her emotional defenses doubling in strength.

She felt something different about this girl, as if she could almost read minds or something. But, she knew that was just about impossible. Well, at least that's what she though before. Before she found out she could read emotions. Another thing that was strange was how the wind reacted around her. The air. It was as if it seemed to move as she wanted it to. But that was impossible.

"That club you were talking about Sanaki, I'd love to hear more about it. Maybe, if it's interesting enough, I can help you try and get this guy to re-start it." Yumi said in a bland tone, not exactly all that excited.

Her empath senses seemed to jump in then just. She felt that Michie was a bit confused, or that she was debating on something. Then she also felt that Sanaki was just a bit... crazy. Hyper maybe. Yumi sighed, it wasn't suprising. She felt her breath cause a small breeze, which was strange, but she didn't pay much attention to that. Instead, she focused on the task at hand.

January 18th

Sanaki jumped up excitedly. It seemed that Michie could read minds! She thought that was awesome. And Yumi wanted to hear about the brigade! Her excitement went skyrocketing, like a little kid when they got a Christmas present- although it'd have to be more like a tower full of gifts that were all really big.

"Well, see, about 20 years ago this girl named Haruhi started school at our school. She was always really bored with everything, and she joined every club and then quit it because they were all boring. One day, a boy in her class named Kyon gave her the idea to start her own club. She did. It was called the SOS Brigade, or 'Spreading excitement all over the world with Haruhi Suzumiya, but I'd like to change it to Spreading excitement all over the world with Sanaki Kimidori! They went on these awesome adventures to look for time travelers, aliens, or espers.... Of course, I'm sure that they'd like empaths, telepaths, elementals and telekinetics too!" And with that, she threw her hands up and bowed gracefully.

But she didn't have to be an empath to notice the confusion and insecurity that the girls felt at some of the powers she named. Oh, well, she thought. She turned to the girls.

"What do you think?"

After Sanaki's description of the club and what she said afterwards Michie felt a little shocked as thought back to the little apartment she had once lived in:

Michie was staring at a photo in one of her favourite photo frames. The photo was of her mum and dad and her as a child. the photo frame was neatly decorated with flowers and her name was engraved into the top. She closed her eyes and ran her finger over the engraving of her name. "Michie!" her dad had shouted loudly whilst stumbling into the apartment. Michie jumped and dropped the photo frame.

"No," she cried but the photo frame had stopped in mid-air inches from the floor. "What the..." she grabbed the photo frame quickly and slid it into her draw out of harms way.

Michie came back to the present and swallowed hard. Did Sanaki know she could do these things or was it just coincidence that she had mentioned the things she could do? The fact that what she could wasn't just some random wierd happening had only dawned on her after Sanaki's description of the club and what she had said afterwards. In the past they had just been some wierd happenings that she dismissed now they seemed to mean something.

"Interesting," she said barely above a whisper as if trying to remind her they were in a library. She glanced back down at her phone then back up at the two girls. She was still a little shocked.

"Umm, how about I see you two in school tomorrow? I have to get back now," she said flashing the phone at them too quick for them to actual read the text. She needed a bit of space to think without accidentally letting their thought invade her head. She put her headphones in and dashed out of the library quickly making her way home.

Michie almost ran the last bit of the walk back to her new home. She ran in through the door to find that most of the furniture had been arranged and most of the boxes had been unpacked. "Can you sort out your room tonight, Michie?" her dad asked as she moved quickly to her room.

"Sure," she said flashing a smile. It was exactly what she had been planning to do anyway. She closed the door and gawped at all the boxes she had to go through to find what she wanted. She began with the one closest to her, putting things away, if she could, where they belonged as she went.

She stopped sorting at dinner time but started once again as soon as she had eaten. By midnight she had half a box left. She was chuckling to herself now to distract her from her lack of sleep. She finished the final box when she pulled out the very thing she was looking for. A small brown box barely big enough to hold anything of great importance. Michie opened it and inside was a small gold locket. She took it out, placed the box on the window and sat on her bed.

For a moment or two she thought about the locket - how she had come to have it and what it meant to her. Then she let it slip through her fingers and as it was about to hit the floor, although it was not going to cause much damage, the locket stopped falling. It hovered there for at least ten minutes. Michie looked at the locket a while longer and then willed it back to her hand. The locket began to rise further and further from the floor and as if Michie expected this she was still surprised to find that she could actually control it and that it wasn't some random occurance.

The moment the cold chain of the locket rested on her hand she snatched it from the air and placed it back in it's box. She put the box away and jumped into her bed glad to finally be able to sleep. She had school the next day and she couldn't be too tired.



Michie jumped up the minute the sun shone in through her window. She bounded into the kitchen and made breakfast. She practised reading people's thoughts by listening out for morning thoughts that ran through her dad's head. 'I've never seen her so happy,' he thought as he walked into the kitchen. Michie smiled and dished out his breakfast and her own.

Michie, excited for the day ahead, wolfed down her breakfast and went to get dressed. As soon as it was time for her to leave she bounded down the stairs and out into the street. She put on her ipod and began walking towards her school. A fresh wave of excitement washed over her and she couldn't help but begin to run. She was so preocupied with the cold wind beating her face and her discovery that she tripped. "Ouch!" she yelled loudly. A few people walking turned to see what she was yelling about. Michie sighed. She looked at her grazed arms and knees. This had put a damper on her good mood.

She sat on the concrete for a few minutes more wondering whether she should go home to clean up or go to school and clean up in a sink in the girls restroom.

Tuesday, January 19^th

Kameko sluggishly rose out of bed as her alarm was ringing loudly. She felt around blindly for the off button, and finally pressed it. She stood, stretched. Today's the first day of my new high school, she thought. I wonder what could happen. Kameko crossed the small room to her closet, and thrust the doors open. Changing into her school uniform, Kameko let her mind wander. She wondered if anybody would share her interest in video games, or sports.

There was a knock on her door, which opened immediately after the second knock. Kameko's older sister Eri stood in the doorway, her long blond locks in four pigtails. "It's time for breakfast," was all she said before taking off down the hallway and down the stairs. Kameko sighed and grabbed her blue ribbon off of her bedside table. Her hands worked fast and pulled her hair up in a ponytail. She went downstairs, ate her breakfast (a whopping toast and bacon), and grabbed her black school bag. She slung it over her shoulder and started off to school, humming to herself.

Kameko soon reached school, and maneuvered her way through the crowd whilst looking at her class schedule. First she had Spanish 3. She quickly found her way to the classroom and took a seat in the back. She didn't want a lot of attention on her first day in a new school.

Yumi walked to school, tying up her hair as she went along. She reached the school quickly, as she didn't live too far away from it. She stared at the walls of the school, and sighed. She really didn't want to go to school this morning, but she didn't have much of a choice.

"Ouch!" shouted someone from behind her.

Yumi turned around, and stared at the girl who was tripped. She recognized her. Michie, the girl that she had met at the library. She walked over to Michie, and stopped in front of her.

"Are you ok, Michie?" she asked, smiling and holding out a hand. "Do you need some help?"

Though it took her a second, Michie recognized her and took up her offer on the hand. Yumi helped her stand up and dust off a bit.

"That must have hurt. If you want, I can show you where the girls' restrooms are inside, you can get cleaned up in there." Yumi offered, motioning towards the building. "I don't know where you live, but I have a feeling that you'll have enough time to go home and get cleaned up there."

Michie glanced at Yumi and decided she could live without going home to get cleaned up and changed. Yumi led her to the girls bathroom so that she could get a little cleaned up. Michie turned the tap on and washed the dirt and blood of her hands and wrists before grabbing some paper towels to clean up her knees. Michie had a quick look at her ruined trousers and decided they didn't look too odd with the rips in them. She pulled the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands and left the bathroom. Yumi was waiting for her outside. "You don't think you could do me one other favour?" Michie asked. Yumi nodded. "Could you direct me to the main office so I can get my timetable, please?" Yumi pointed to a door at the other end of the corridor and Michie thanked her and headed over there.

She knocked on the door and entered. "I'm the new student..." Michie said before being interrupted.

"Michie Grace or Kameko Shimizu?" the woman behind the desk asked. Michie responded and was given her timetable and the other things she would need. She left the office quietly thanking the woman.

Yumi had started off down the corridor presumably towards her first lesson. Michie ran to catch up with her and asked to compare timetables. "Oh, we only have lesson together and it's not even a lesson I like," Michie groaned. She had asked not to have Gym as a subject and it seemed as though they hadn't listened.

Michie and Yumi parted ways as Michie headed further down the corridor towards her pre-calculus class. She walked in as everyone else did and took a seat towards the back hoping the teacher would not introduce her to the entire class. However, she was not so fortunate. "I'd like you all to make Michie Grace feel welcome," he began. "She's just moved here and may need help navigating the halls for a few days. Don't be afraid to ask if you need help Michie." Michie sank back into her seat turning a slight red and she hoped the other teachers would not be so cruel.

The lesson passed fairly slowly for her. The teacher had decided to go over a few things to make sure Michie understood them - what he didn't know is that she had already done everything he was talking about or looked it up herself at home on the computer.

Michie found herself gazing out the window thinking to herself even in one of her favourite lessons that day. 'I wonder if there is a way to explain what I can do or something. Like how it happens...'

"Michie... Michie!" she heard the teachers voice. She rolled her eyes and answered the several question he had for her correctly. "That's great! You've understood perfectly." She felt like some sophomore that had been moved up to a juniors class when he said that. She was looking forward to the end of that lesson but it came ever so slowly.

When Yumi's first lesson ended, she headed to her next lesson, bored. Most of her classes were quite boring, and she had no one to talk to duing that time. So while waiting for class to be over, Yumi played around with her ability to manipulate the air, which was quite fun.

"I think I should see if I can get the main office to change my schedule a bit. Maybe I can be in more classes with someone I know, like Michie." Yumi said to herself as she sat herself down at a desk in another classroom.

The next class passed by slowly. Very slowly. Yumi felt like she was going to fall asleep in that time it was so long and boring. She was never called on, which was something which she appreciated. Yumi wasn't the type who liked to go and stand up in the front of them room.

"Hey Yumi, do you think you could help me out?" asked a guy from behind her during the lesson.

"What do you need help with?" Yumi asked curiously, perking up a bit.

"Well you see, I've been feeling sort of stressed lately, and I really need a way to reduce that."

"Oh, ok. Try to work with time management, relax, and make sure to have a little freetime every day, because if you don't you'll feel terrible, trust me, I've had stress related problems too."

"Ok, thanks a bunch!"

"No problem." Yumi finished with a smile, packing away her books in her bag and leaving her second class for that day.

For Michie the day rolled past ever so slowly. She longed to be exploring not stuck in school. Human-Geography was the last straw. Fifteen minutes before the end of the lesson she picked up her things and walked out violently slamming the door behind her. They'd forgive her - she was new after all. Leaving the school grounds far earlier then everyone else she slowly walked home with her earphones in.

A little later she glanced at her watch and saw that everyone was just about to leave school themselves. She turned on her heel and ran back towards the school hoping to catch Yumi before she left. Yumi was Michie's first friend and she seemed like the perfect person to go exploring with. Not to mention Michie had a gut feeling that she would become close to Yumi and so she wanted to grab her phone number.

As she reached the school gate she over heard two student not in any of her classes talking about her scene at her Human-Geography class. Michie didn't mind. Michie glanced through the crowd for Yumi.

Tuesday, January 19th.

For Kameko, the day seemed to drag on forever. She didn't know anybody at all, and she got quite a few stares for the blue streaks in her hair. Nobody talked to her, except for the teachers when Kameko was called on in class. Sure, she didn't want too much attention, but virtually no attention was a bit ridiculous. When the bell rang for the seventh period, Kameko was relieved. Volleyball was seventh period. Kameko liked volleyball, or any sport, and she was excited to learn that one whole class period was devoted to just one sport.

She weaved through the hallways, towards her final - and favorite - class. The teacher divided them all up into teams, and the game began. As Kameko expected, nobody passed her the ball. They are probably all afraid that I would cost them the victory, Kameko thought to herself. She looked at the volleyball, which was soaring through the air. Sure, she wasn't allowed to do this, but... desperate times call for desperate measures.

Kameko focused on the ball, willing it to come towards her. The opposing team hit the ball over the net, towards a girl with blond hair, but it changed courses... towards Kameko. She spiked it, getting her team to win. The bell rang for the end of class, so Kameko changed out of her gym uniform, into her school one, grabbed her bag, and ran out of the door of the gym, and the school. She wanted to get home, now, before anybody could ask any questions.

I probably shouldn't have done that, she thought to herself on the way home. But I won't just be the new girl forever, that nobody talks to or passes a ball to. I want to make some friends.