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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: added a missing owrd&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It seemed like my horrible premonition had come true.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After class, Haruki didn&#039;t disappear instantly from the classroom as usual. This time, he picked me up off the ground as though I weighed nothing, and proceeded to carry me (kicking and yelling) through the corridors, up the stairs, and all the way to just in front of the door leading to the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to be swept of my feet by a handsome prince. I don’t even want to think about what the rest of the class must have thought…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The door here is usually locked, and the staircase above the fourth floor seems to have been used as a storage room by the Art Club. Giant canvases, near broken picture frames, statues of war gods with missing noses and such are all piled up in this little staircase, making what is supposed to be a narrow space even narrower.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is he trying to do to me by bringing me here? Is he going to make me his bride? I’m not an alien! Put me down!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Help me out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...Haruki said with both his hands on my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes. This feels like a confession.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, now I’m blushing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Help me make my new club!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay, wait a minute. Why on earth should I help you make something you just thought up five minutes ago?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I’ll need to secure a room for the club as well as members, so I’ll need you to find out what paperwork the administration needs.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He wasn&#039;t even listening to me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I grabbed Haruki’s hands and removed them from my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What exactly is this club going to be about?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What does that matter? The most important thing right now is to make the club!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really doubt that the school would agree with you about that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Listen up, Kyon! After school today, you’ll go and find out what needs to be done, and I&#039;ll go and find a room for the club. Okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I had replied with a ‘NO!’ he’d probably have done something horrible to me. While I was hesitating on how to answer, Haruki had already turned and ran down the stairs, leaving a disoriented female student standing all alone on the dust-filled staircase.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... But I haven&#039;t even agreed to help...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh, saying that to a plaster statue is pointless. I could only drag my heavy feet back to the classroom, thinking about how I’d explain the previous scene to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Requirements for organizing an &amp;quot;association&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
Five members or more. A sponsor teacher, club name, chairperson for the club, and club activities/goals summary are required—which then requires approval from the Student Council Executive Committee. The club&#039;s activities must fit in with the school philosophy of creativity and vivaciousness. Based on the activities&#039; records and results, the Executive Committee would debate on whether to promote the association into a &amp;quot;study group.&amp;quot; Furthermore, as an association, the school will not provide any funding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Searching for the requirements was easy—they’re listed in the back of the student textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finding members is easy too; we could just grab anyone to make up the numbers, so that won&#039;t be a problem. A sponsor teacher is harder to find, but I think I can manage that. As for the name, something inoffensive and ordinary would do. And the chairperson for the club is, no doubt, Haruki himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t think, though, that our club activities are going to fall under the heading of &amp;quot;creativity and vivaciousness.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not as if Haruki cares about the rules at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the bell rang for the end of classes, Haruki showed off his ogre-like strength again as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. It took great effort to make sure that I didn&#039;t leave my school bag in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where are we going?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked because, well, I&#039;m normal after all. That, and I was panicking at being kidnapped in such a way again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Our clubroom!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki, so full of energy that the people in front of us moved out of the way, answered with that short sentence, then shut his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put me down! Your hand is dangerously close to a place that will get you slapped!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After we exited the first floor hallway, we went into another building and up the stairs. We walked into a dark hallway and at its center, Haruki stopped and finally put me down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a door in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Literature Club&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The above crooked nametag is pasted on the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Here it is!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without even knocking, Haruki opened the door and walked into the classroom without any consideration. I followed him inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s a surprisingly large room. Maybe it just seems that way because it only contains a rectangular table, metal chairs, and a bookshelf? Little cracks on the ceiling and the walls showed how ancient this building is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if he was included with the room itself, a skinny male student sat alone in a metal chair, reading a big hardcover novel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;From this day forth, this room shall be ours!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki crossed his arms as he announced the above formally. His face was shining with that fiery, energetic smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only he’d show that smile in class...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, there’s no way I’d say that thought out loud.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wait just a minute. What is this place?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is the Cultural and Arts club building. It has art and music rooms for the Art Club and the Orchestra Club. Clubs and associations without a regular clubroom all hold their activities here in this building, known as the ‘Old Complex’. And this classroom happens to belong the Literature Club.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did he memorize all that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But then what about the Literature Club?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After all the third year students graduated this spring, the club had zero members. As no new members were recruited, the club was going to be canceled.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then what about the guy in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“By the way, he&#039;s a first year who&#039;s their only new member.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then they haven&#039;t been canceled yet!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bah, same difference! A club with only one member is the same as a club with none.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You… idiot! We’re going to take over other people&#039;s clubrooms now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took a quick look at the Literature Club student.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had glasses and short hair. Haruki was being very loud, but the student, however, didn&#039;t even lift his head. Apart from occasionally flipping the pages with his fingers, he appeared stationary, completely ignoring our presence. Another strange one…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lowered my voice and asked Haruki:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what about him, then?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, him? He said it doesn’t matter!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What? Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I asked him already at lunch time. I said I needed him to lend me the room and he said &#039;go ahead&#039;. He’s fine with it as long as he can read his books here in peace. Now that you mention it, though, he is pretty weird.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You’re one to talk, Haruki!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, I observed him more carefully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His skin was pale, his face expressionless. His fingers were moving rhythmically like a machine. He wore very thick, square glasses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked like some kind of living doll; the ones crazed toy makers bring to life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, he’s definitely a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe he noticed my intrusive observation, because the student suddenly lifted his head and pushed the bridge of his glasses up with his index finger.&lt;br /&gt;
His deep-colored eyes stared at me from under those thick lenses. Neither his eyes nor his lips showed any expression at all, like his face was a mask. He’s quite a bit different from Haruki—his face fundamentally shows no sign of emotion. It’s kind of scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nagato Yuuki.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His tone suggested that most people would forget his name within three seconds of hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato Yuuki stared at me for a moment; then as if losing interest, he turned his attention back to his book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Nagato-kun,&amp;quot; I called out, &amp;quot;Haruki here wants to use your club room for an I-have-no-idea-what-club. Is this all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato&#039;s gaze never left his book once.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, um, we might be trouble for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No matter.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You might even get thrown out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Feel free.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He answered my questions immediately, but he still showed no expression whatsoever. I guess he really doesn’t care after all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki shrugged at me, then grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right, then it&#039;s decided!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sounds hyper, which gives me a bad feeling. How much caffeine have you had today, Haruki?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;From now on, we will meet in this room after class. Be sure you show up!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said this with a smile as brilliant as the crescent moon. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I don’t agree, he might just decide to carry me off to a love hotel or something equally horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day after school, due to my newfound duties, I had to turn down Taniguchi and Kunikida&#039;s offer to walk home with them, though I won’t miss their snide remarks about my figure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, I reluctantly dragged my heavy feet and headed towards the clubroom.&lt;br /&gt;
Haruhi had only said, &amp;quot;You go first!&amp;quot; and dashed out of the classroom with a speed that the Track and Field Club so badly needed. He’s really fast… I wondered if he had added rockets to his shoes. Is that speed because he was in a hurry to find new club members, or because he’d taken a step forward to meeting aliens?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t possibly match that speed. So, moving slowly, and thanking my stars that he didn’t decide to pick me up again, I headed towards the Literature Club room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I entered the clubroom, I discovered Nagato Yuuki already inside, sitting in the same position, reading his book. I approached him slowly, but just like yesterday his head was completely buried in the book, my presence all but ignored. Was the Literature Club a pure reading club? I guess there’s no other reason why he’d be reading all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing but silence in the clubroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... What are you reading?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked, not being able to stand the silence any longer. Nagato Yuuki answered by raising the book and showing me the cover. My eyes saw a large bunch of dazzling foreign words; it seemed like some sort of science fiction novel, the kind my dad always reads.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it interesting?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato Yuki pushed his glasses upwards effortlessly before replying in an empty tone:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Unique.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess he’d answer anything I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Which part?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So you like reading?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Very.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I see...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And we’re back to silence again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I put my bag down on the desk, I wondered if I could just leave and not deal with Haruki. But just as I prepared to sit down on the steel chair, somebody kicked the door open.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi!&amp;quot; Haruki said expansively, striding through the doorway. &amp;quot;Sorry for being late, but it took a while to, heh, catch him!&amp;quot; He dragged a shorter boy into the room, and then turned and closed the door behind him with an ominous finality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy twitched nervously at the click of the lock. He was small and slim, looking more like a middle school student playing dress-up in a North High uniform. His brown hair was tousled in a sort of childish way, and his large puppy-dog eyes cast around with a silent appeal for help. He reminds me a bit of my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is Haruki&#039;s &amp;quot;chosen candidate&amp;quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-where am I?&amp;quot; the boy said tremulously. &amp;quot;What is this place? Why have you brought me here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Silence!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy flinched at Haruki&#039;s sudden threatening tone, and gave an involuntary yelp as Haruki pounced on him, a companionable arm around his shoulders, a huge smile beaming on his face. &amp;quot;This is Asahina Mitsuuru,&amp;quot; Haruki said, gesturing with his other hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After announcing the boy’s name, Haruhi stopped talking. Wait, that’s the entire introduction?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence, yet again, engulfed the classroom. Haruki looked satisfied with his &amp;quot;job well done&amp;quot;; Nagato Yuuki, as usual, kept reading his book without any sign of emotion; and the boy called Asahina Mitsuuru was simply scared out of his wits. Why is nobody saying anything?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, I started the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where did you kidnap him from?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had my hands on my hips as I said this. Maybe being more forceful with Haruki will make him stop this insanity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, I didn’t kidnap him! I just forced him to come with me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He was off daydreaming in one of the second year classrooms, so I grabbed him from there. I&#039;ve seen him around a lot of times, and I figured that he&#039;d be just perfect for our plans.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Plans? What plans? Wait, so that&#039;s what you&#039;ve been doing during recess time when you&#039;re nowhere to be seen in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, wait again, now isn&#039;t the time to think about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, doesn&#039;t that make him an upperclassman?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though he doesn’t look like one… but I’m not in any position to talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“And that matters because…?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked at him in disbelief. He must have been absent the day that they handed out brains. In any case, being more forceful is not working well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed. &amp;quot;Okay then... tell me, why did you need to go out of your way to find, erm, Asahina-senpai, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just take a look!&amp;quot; Haruki slapped Asahina-sempai on the back with some force, causing him to stumble towards me. I took an involuntary step backwards, and Asahina-sempai ended up grabbing the edge of the table for support.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;See how weak he is?&amp;quot; Haruki declared. &amp;quot;See how easily he&#039;s defeated? What he needs is guts! Guts and courage! If you have those, then you&#039;ll never be beaten, but if you lack them, then you&#039;ll never amount to anything! You won&#039;t be worthy of being called a man!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know, that really isn’t very nice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grasped the air with his fist “Therefore, this will be our club’s first project! To turn this runty weakling, this non-man, into a man to be envied by all! A man among men!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My first thought was that Haruki had gone so far off the deep end that he’d come out the other side. He does have a point though… Asahina-senpai is probably the least manly man I’d ever seen. He’d be pretty popular with some girls, though. And at least he’s not as crazy as certain unnamed individuals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, t-that’s too mean!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina Mitsuuru had gotten up off the ground, and turned to face Haruki.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I-I’m a man too, you know!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh? Is that so?&amp;quot; Haruki draped his arms around Asahina-senpai again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looks like a dangerous kidnapper like that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How much of a man are you, really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no, his eyes look dangerous! Run, Asahina-senpai!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His hand moved down Asahina Mitsuuru’s body, down to...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh. Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#039;t sure who screamed first, but I like to think that it was Asahina-sempai, because it&#039;s less embarrassing for me. Haruki had gone too far this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Stop that!&amp;quot; I shouted, trying to push the two of them apart. &amp;quot;What the hell do you think you&#039;re doing? That&#039;s sexual harassment!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you want to be sued!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Heh heh, well, what do you know…” Haruhi chuckled without any shame whatsoever. “He is a man after all. You wanna check too?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I flushed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? No!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki finally let go of Asahina-senpai, who sagged onto the ground, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You see what I mean, though? If we can turn something like that into the living embodiment of man, the righteousness of our cause shall have been proven to all! All of this, of course, is but a small part of my plan.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This plan of yours seems dangerous, and not something any sane person would want to get involved with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So that’s why you kidnapped him? To make him manlier?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai was looking at me with tearful eyes. Maybe he thinks I’m going to save him?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, I thought we could use him to advertise our club too. Kind of like a… mascot character, that’s it. Something like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...It’s official. Haruki’s idiocy has broken the bounds of normality. He could join a freak show as “The Most Dangerous Idiot Ever”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oi, Mitsuru-kun, you in any clubs?&amp;quot; Haruki demanded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y... Yes... the Home Economics Club...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quit that! Not manly enough. Besides, it’ll get in the way of my club activities.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, Haruki! That’s way too unreasonable!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai focused that puppy-dog stare at me, begging to be rescued, and I had to avert my eyes. He then turned his gaze onto the still silent person sitting in the corner of the clubroom, who didn’t even look his way. But Asahina-senpai&#039;s eyes widened in surprise, and he gasped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I... I understand,&amp;quot; he said, in the tone of voice usually reserved for the utterly defeated. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll quit the Home Economics club, and join your club...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did he just understand?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He hesitated. &amp;quot;But I&#039;m not sure what the Literature club actually does...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, don’t worry about that. We&#039;re not the Literature club,&amp;quot; Haruki explained.&lt;br /&gt;
As Asahina-senpai looked puzzled, I cut in to explain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;re just temporarily borrowing this room for our club activities. The club you have joined is actually a new association that Suzumiya Haruki will create in the near future. We don&#039;t know what activities there will be; we don&#039;t even have a name.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...I’m sorry, what...?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, and that guy sitting over there is the real and only Literature Club member.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai blinked slowly in astonishment, his mouth hanging open. Yeah, that&#039;s a predictable reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s no problem at all!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cheerful to the point of not being responsible for anything, Haruki smacked Asahina-senpai&#039;s shoulder hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve already thought of the name! That&#039;s the most important part of forming a club!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought gathering members was the most important part… oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I glared at Haruki.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; I said, injecting as much scepticism into my voice as possible, &amp;quot;let&#039;s hear it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don’t want to hear the name, but since I already asked, Haruki took a deep breath, in preparation for the momentous revelation of his grand vision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As everybody knows, it all began as a result of Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s simple and naive vision, and for no other reason. And so... the name of our new club has been decided:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The SOS Brigade!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Save the World by&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Overloading it with Fun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Save the World by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade, abbreviated as SOS Brigade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I give you all permission to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But before I could even do that though, I stood utterly dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Why on earth is it called &amp;quot;Brigade&amp;quot;? It should be &amp;quot;Save the World by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade&amp;quot;, but since the club still hadn&#039;t satisfied the minimum requirements to become an association and no one but Haruki was sure what the club was all about, Haruki simply said &amp;quot;Well then, let&#039;s call it a brigade!&amp;quot; And so the club name was now magnificently born.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Upon hearing the name, Asahina-senpai closed his mouth dejectedly. Nagato Yuuki could be counted as an outsider, and I didn&#039;t know what to say. And so, the motion for the new club name was passed, with one for and three abstentions. The SOS Brigade is now open for business! This is such a wonderful occasion!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why I am involved in a brigade like this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I covered my face with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh… just… do whatever you want!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After saying &amp;quot;Meet here every day after school, or else!” Haruki called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai&#039;s shoulders drooped, his lifeless figure walking along the corridor further giving off an impression of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There’s no way I could put up with seeing something like that, so I called out to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Senpai.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked at me with his innocent face, which didn&#039;t even look older than mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, you don’t have to join a weird club like this if you don’t want to. Don’t worry about Suzumiya; I&#039;ll find a way to explain it to him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He stopped and smiled at me:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s all right. I want to join.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But this might end up being dangerous for you!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That doesn’t matter. Haven’t you joined too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No! Whether I joined or not is not the issue here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I guess this is the absolute outcome on this Temporal Plane...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said with his round eyes staring far off in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Um, what&#039;s that supposed to mean?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Besides, I&#039;m interested in Nagato-san&#039;s presence...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Interested?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;E-eh? No, nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai shook his head in trepidation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then Asahina-senpai smiled, looking embarrassed, and gave me a deep bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I may be of trouble, so please bear with me from now on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You really don&#039;t have to do that...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And please, call me Mitsuuru from now on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aww… he’s so cute!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following is a conversation I had with Haruki the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know what my Brigade needs next?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;…What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;A mysterious transfer student!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What, exactly, defines a “mysterious transfer student”?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Those that get transferred two months after the school term has started are, without exception, mysterious transfer students.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Or maybe it&#039;s just because their parents got a job transfer and they were forced to come along.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bah, that would be too forced and unnatural!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know, I’d really like to know what you of all people considers unnatural.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm, mysterious transfer students… when will they appear?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rumours had started to flow in the school that Haruki and I were plotting something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just what exactly are you up to with Haruki?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taniguchi seems upset.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You’re not (gasp) DATING him, are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way! And if there’s anyone who’d like to know just what we’re doing, it’s me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just don’t do anything too stupid, okay? You&#039;re no longer junior high students, they’ll at least suspend you if you vandalize the sports field!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it were just Haruki acting alone, I could simply ignore him. But now that he’s got Nagato Yuuki-kun and Asahina Mikuru-senpai— I don’t want them getting involved in this madness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is though, Haruki’s strong enough to carry me off anywhere he wants… there’s no way I can stop him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We need a computer!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since the SOS Brigade was founded, the Literature Club room started to have more and more stuff besides the rectangular table, steel chairs and bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the corner now stood a portable hanger cabinet, a flask and cups, a teapot, a CD/MD playing radio, a freezer, sound recorder, cooking pan, bowl, all sorts of cooking utensils, and a PS2. Does he plan to live here or something?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, Haruki is sitting on a desk he managed to nick from who-knows-where. For some reason, a black triangular pyramid with the words &amp;quot;Brigade Commander&amp;quot; stood on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s a tragedy! This is the Age of Information, and a Brigade as important as mine doesn’t even have a computer!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In any case, all the members were here today. Nagato Yuuki was in his usual spot, reading a hardback book about a minor satellite of Saturn falling down, or something like that. Asahina-senpai, who didn&#039;t have to come, had still obediently arrived and was seated on a steel chair, looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki jumped off the desk and ran towards me with a sinister smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Which is why I&#039;m going to obtain one now,&amp;quot; Haruki said, like a hunter looking for its prey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What, you mean a computer? Where from? Please don’t tell me you plan on robbing an electronics store…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, no! Why go all that way when there’s one much closer?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Follow me!&amp;quot; Asahina-senpai and I complied with Haruki&#039;s orders and followed him down the corridor, eventually arriving at the Computer Club two rooms away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’m beginning to see where he’s going with this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Take this.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki handed me an instant camera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Listen up, Kyon! I’ll tell you my brilliant plan, and you must follow it no matter what! There’s only one chance and one chance only!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki bent down and whispered his so-called &amp;quot;plan&amp;quot; in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!? You can&#039;t do that! That’s blackmail!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Does it matter? Besides, this plan is but a small part of my Master Plan!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But… Asahina-senpai…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Silence!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great. Just great. I turned to a puzzled looking Asahina-senpai, trying to warn him by winking at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Run, run, or you’ll be well done!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: I apologize for the Kefka reference. Jintor, feel free to get rid of it if you want.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But Asahina-senpai looked surprised at me and started blushing. Hey, exactly what ideas are you getting?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I was about to run away with Asahina-senpai to avoid certain doom, Haruki had knocked on the Computer Club room door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What’s up, people?! We’ve decided to come and collect a computer from you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The spacing is similar, but compared to our room, this room was narrower. Each of the evenly spaced desks had a desktop computer on it with CD sound effects. The computer fans whirling away were the only sounds heard in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The five girls sitting on their seats typing on their keyboards all stuck their heads out towards the door to see what Haruki was up to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, who’s in charge here!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruhi smiled pompously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A short female student stood up and answered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m the president, can I help you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do I really have to repeat myself? As I said: give me a computer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The nameless Computer Study Group president displayed a &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; expression and violently shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No way! Since the school doesn’t give us enough money, we bought these computers ourselves, with hard-earned cash! We’re not just going to give them to you for free! Do you think we’re idiots?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What does it matter? We only need one, and you have soooo many!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki said this while sweeping his hand across the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That... wait a minute, who are you guys anyway?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am Suzumiya Haruki, Supremely Manly Commander of the SOS Brigade, and these are Subordinate One and Subordinate Two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since when are we your subordinates?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In the name of my SOS Brigade, I demand that you hand over a computer at once! No excuses!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, I have no clue who you guys are, but no way are you getting a computer from us! You go buy your own&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Fine then. We have our… (heh) ways.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki&#039;s eyes blazed with confidence. I’ve got a bad feeling about this…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki walked over to one of the shelves on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve heard about a certain group of girls who are totally into some really nasty, forbidden-in-school stuff. They even produce their own doujinshi manga to sell at Comiket, the major part of it all using a very public school club fund...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki punched the section of wall beneath the shelf, making a box fall down. Many books fell from it with their pages wide open.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I blushed very hard at all those man-on-man images. This is sick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I-I can explain!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president began to protest loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Those are our, um, private, um…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Silence.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki had apparently had enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Here’s how this is going to go down. You’re going to give us a computer, and I won’t tell anyone that you’re making gay porn manga with the school’s money.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you come here just to blackmail us?&amp;quot; One of the members asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No, I came here to extort a computer from you.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That’s the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president had decided to stand up for herself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Even if you tell the administration, we can just get rid of them! You’ll have no proof! What do you say to that?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grinned like the Cheshire Cat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Kyon, take a photo of contents of that box, would you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I reluctantly pressed the shutter. Great, now I’m an accomplice in blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Kyaaaaaah!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That would be the president shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Y-you still don’t have any proof! That photo could have been taken in any room in this building!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still grinning, Haruki swept the hair back out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay, then. We’ll trade. We’ll take your computer, and you can have Mitsuuru-kun as your personal shouta butler. I notice you seem to be into that kinda thing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president blushed slightly and looked sideways at Asahina-senpai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Our personal butler… but how do I know he isn’t just some girl you grabbed and threw into a male uniform?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, that’s easy enough.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki pushed Asahina-senpai, who was standing awestruck next to her, towards the president, and then he grabbed her and put it in Asahina-senpai’s pants.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyaaaaaa!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Whaaaaa!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the sound of the two screaming, I clicked the camera shutter again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grabbed Asahina-senpai, preventing him from escaping, and then shoved the president towards him. Asahina-senpai collapsed, the president on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyon! One more picture!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once again, I pressed the shutter. Asahina-senpai, nameless president, you both have my sincerest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha-what the hell!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president had rolled of Asahina-senpai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki wiggled his finger at the furiously blushing president.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If the photos of your gay porn isn’t enough, this should be enough for the administration to disband your club!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What kind of joke is this!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president protested furiously once again. I feel really sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You forcefully grabbed my hand! I&#039;m innocent this time!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really now? Who’s going to believe you? With the rumours and my photographic evidence, there’s no way you’re getting out of this one.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I turned and looked at Asahina-senpai lying face on the ground paralysed. He must have been in so much shock that all energy had left him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the meantime, the president continued to resist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My members are all witnesses to my innocence! That wasn’t my fault!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The four members who were standing dumbstruck around the room all nodded their heads vehemently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s right!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Our president is innocent!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki wouldn’t be Haruki if he actually listened to you. It’d be easier just to give up the computer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The already wide smile on Haruki’s face got even wider.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right, then I&#039;ll just say you girls gang-raped him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You could have heard a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“T-that’s stupid! Girls can’t rape guys!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Really now? Let me tell you a story. A poor, innocent upperclassman was passing through this hallway, when he happened upon a group of sick, depraved females. These women decided to entice him into their den of evil with candy and other such sweets, but, lo! When he entered, he was set upon by the cruel women, who proceeded to touch him in all sorts of uncomfortable places! Fortunately, I happened along, and managed to get evidence of their crimes before rescuing the helpless upperclassman! Behold, for I am now a hero!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki laughed long and loud.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think this is the point where I should check him into a mental asylum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;S... Suzumiya-san...! T-that’s not what happened…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai desperately looped his arms around Haruki&#039;s legs, but Haruki simply kicked him off. He then inflated his chest and arrogantly said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, what is it then? Are you giving us a computer? Or having your reputation ruined forever?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president&#039;s face went from red to white, finally turning dark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the end, she surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just pick one and get out!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Having said that, the president sat down dejectedly. Her members all rushed towards her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;President!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s going to be all right!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president&#039;s head drooped like a puppet whose strings were broken. Seeing such a broken figure, even if I am Haruki&#039;s companion, I couldn&#039;t help but shed tears of sadness for her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Which one is the latest model?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki! That’s enough! You’re so cold-blooded!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why should we tell you!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The angry members continued their meagre resistance, but Haruhi simply pointed at me and the camera I was still holding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Goddammit… that one.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki looked in the direction the president pointed and inspected the model and serial number of the computer. Then, he took out a piece of paper from his blazer pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went to the electronics store and asked for a list of the latest models. This isn’t one of them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How far ahead has he planned everything out? This is getting to be a bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After inspecting all the other computers, Haruki pointed to one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Give me this one.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W... wait! We just bought that last month!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Camera.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... T-take it, you thieves!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like she said, we were truly thieves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki&#039;s greed truly knew no bounds. After plucking all the cables and wires, he moved all the necessary equipment back to the Literature Club room without any consideration. He then had the Computer Club people reinstall the wires for us and had them lay two Internet cables from their room to ours, so we could use the Internet. He even forced them to set up an Intranet for us. He’s not better than a common criminal!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Senpai.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I was totally helpless in the face of the Lunacy of Suzumiya Haruki, I could only shake the shoulder of a scarred and devastated Asahina-senpai, who was kneeling on the ground, covering his face and sobbing endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Let&#039;s go back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sob...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki, you idiot, aren’t you supposed to be making Asahina-senpai more manly!? Not turning him into a nervous wreck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I comforted poor Asahina-senpai, while mumbling about what on earth Haruki wanted a computer for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Very soon, I would find out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that is to make an SOS Brigade website! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This begs the question: Who should make the website? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You, of course!&amp;quot; Haruki said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You’ve got a lot of free time, so you do it!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What about you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I&#039;m too busy looking for more members!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The computer was placed on the desk with the &amp;quot;Brigade Commander&amp;quot; pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki added while surfing the net with his mouse:&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Complete it within the next day or so. We can’t start doing anything without a web page.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai&#039;s body lay draped over the desk, his shoulders shivering, next to where Nagato Yuuki is sitting, who, as usual just reads a book, ignoring everything. Since it seems like I&#039;m the only one who heard what Haruki was saying, I had no choice but to comply with him. At least, I&#039;m pretty sure that&#039;s what Haruki himself thought. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, even if you say that, I can’t design your website.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What if I get you a nice present then? I promise you&#039;ll like it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...? Is he being generous for once?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I should go ahead and try to make the web page then, although I haven&#039;t ever made one before. Besides, it sounds pretty interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And so, my arduous website design began on the second day. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even having said that, it was much easier than I thought it’d be. Because the Computer Club girls already had installed all the software on the hard drive, all I needed to do was just follow the program’s instructions, do some copy and pasting, and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The problem is, though, what should I put on the website? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now, I still didn&#039;t know what the SOS Brigade is about, so I had absolutely no idea what to write about. After writing &#039;Welcome to the SOS Brigade Home Page!&#039; on the top, I simply stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and finish it, you hear?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki&#039;s words resounded like a curse in between my ears, so I had to spend lunch break in the clubroom designing the rest of the website. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nagato-kun, do you have any ideas on what to write?&amp;quot; I asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato seemed to come here even during lunch break. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Not really.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He didn&#039;t even look up. I know this is none of my business, but does he even pay attention in class? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Turning my eyes from Nagato back to the 17-inch monitor, I fell back into deep thought. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of a problem: what would happen if the school found out that a yet-to-be-recognized association is using their bandwidth to host a website? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, don’t worry!&amp;quot; I imagined Haruki replying, &amp;quot;If they do find out, we’ll just abandon the whole thing. First come, first served, you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Really, in some ways, I&#039;m pretty jealous of Haruki&#039;s happy-go-lucky attitude towards life! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After making some website links and writing the email address— it&#039;s a bit early to set up a forum— I uploaded the website, which only contained a front page without any details on it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That should satisfy him! After making sure the page could load, I switched off the computer. As I was about to stretch, I was startled to find Nagato standing right behind me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird! How come I didn&#039;t hear his footsteps? I didn&#039;t know when Nagato arrived behind me. His face was as white as a mask. He stared at me with his poker face as though I was some eye test chart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Take this.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He handed me a very thick book, which I impulsively took. It sure is heavy!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at the cover, it was the science fiction novel Nagato was reading a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After saying that, Nagato left the room without even turning back; I didn&#039;t even have time to say anything. Why are you lending such a thick book to me? Is this your idea of a confession or something?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that moment, the bell rang signalling the end of lunch break. It seems like there aren&#039;t a lot of people who respect my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After I carried the hardback book back to the classroom and sat down, I felt someone tugging at my ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, is my website done?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki held the edges of the desk and stared at me with a rigid face. I noticed that his notebook was full of scribbles here and there. As I replied, I tried to ignore the stares of my classmates. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, it&#039;s done, but it&#039;s a simple, crappy little website.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good enough! All it needs is an email address!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#039;t you register your own free email address!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That won&#039;t do! What if a lot of people sent their mail in and flooded my inbox?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t get it How a newly registered email address could get flooded with mail so quickly? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That’s top secret!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gave a sinister grin after he said this.  Part of your master plan again, Haruki?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once again, I have a baaaad feeling about this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don’t worry! You’ll find out after school, but until then, it&#039;s classified information.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: I did that on purpose.] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please, I’d rather never find out what it is! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In sixth period, Haruki was nowhere to be seen in class. He couldn&#039;t have gone home, could he? No, that’d be too easy for me. It&#039;s probably just another bad omen. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Very soon, it was the end of class, and I started automatically walking towards the clubroom. Though my footsteps never stopped, I did wonder why I was going there. Finally, I arrived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi there!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As expected, there sat Nagato Yuuki and Asahina-senpai. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I&#039;m not one to criticize, but these two certainly have a lot of free time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing me enter, Asahina-senpai greeted me with a relieved expression. I guess having to spend time alone with Nagato can be exhausting, huh? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, wait a minute! You suffered through Haruki&#039;s evil clutches yesterday, and you&#039;re still coming today? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where&#039;s Suzumiya-san?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God knows. [Editor’s note: In the original. Lawls.] He hasn&#039;t been in the class since sixth period. He probably went off to steal equipment from somewhere again.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Will, um, will I have to do what Suzumiya-san had me do yesterday again...?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Seeing how depressed poor Asahina-senpai looked, I said gently: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t worry! If he tries anything strange again, I&#039;ll do everything in my power to stop him! He can use his own body for blackmail! I may not be as strong as he is, but I’m sure I can get him to listen to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gave me a cute little bow as he said this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really felt like giving him a big hug. I didn’t, though. People would probably get the wrong idea. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then I&#039;m counting on you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s no problem at all!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though I repeatedly assured him, five minutes later, all those reassurances got thrown out the window, into the sea, and evaporated like a water droplet on the surface of the sun. I am -such- an idiot! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, everybody!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki greeted us energetically as he entered the room, carrying with him two paper bags. Oh wait, is that the present he promised me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry guys, I got delayed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like you, isn’t it? For someone as obsessive as Haruki, being considerate of others is probably the last thing on his mind. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Placing the paper bags on the ground, Haruki turned and locked the door. Asahina-senpai reflexively shuddered upon hearing the door click. Is he like a trained animal that’s learned to expect impending doom when hearing that noise?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suzumiya, what are you planning today? I’m putting my foot down, we’re not doing any more stealing or blackmail!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you talking about? I’d never be involved in something like that!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Really now? Then how, exactly, do you explain the computer on the desk!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tribute from my vassals! Anyway, moving on, take a look at THIS!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He pulled out a huge stack of A4 papers with some handwriting on them from one of the paper bags. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;These fliers will spread the Word of the SOS Brigade to everyone! Believe me, it took me a lot of hard work to sneak into the photocopying room and print these 200 fliers!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki handed out the fliers to us. So that&#039;s why you skipped class, huh? Consider yourself lucky that the teachers didn’t catch you. Though I bet they’re wondering what happened to all the paper in the photocopier…&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#039;t the least bit interested in what was written on the fliers, but since I&#039;ve already taken one, I guess I’ll read it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;font-family: impact; background: white; border: 1px solid #999; padding: 1em;&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
The SOS Brigade founding principle: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We, the SOS Brigade, are seeking all sorts of paranormal events in this world. We welcome anyone who has experienced, is experiencing, or senses that they will experience any kind of supernatural or mysterious events to come to us for consultation. We will do our best to answer your questions. Please note, however, that we do not handle normal paranormal events; it must be an abnormal paranormal event for us to even be interested. Our email address is...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m starting to have a faint idea of what the SOS Brigade is all about now. Though, considering what Haruki said way back when, maybe all this just his convoluted way of finding himself a bride?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’m confused now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right then, it’s time to hand out the fliers.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where do we do that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;At the school gate. At this time of day, there are still a lot of students who haven&#039;t gone home yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say, Captain Haruki. Just as I&#039;m about to pick up the paper bag with the fliers, he stopped me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You don&#039;t have to go, just Mitsuuru-kun and myself will do.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai, who was carrying a flier in his small hands, turned his head looking puzzled. I turned and saw Haruki fumbling through the other paper bag, taking out something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Voila!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling as happily as a robotic cat, Haruki pulled out a piece of black leather. Oh, no way! As Haruki finished emptying the contents of the paper bag from the fourth dimension, I understood why he wanted Asahina-senpai to hand out fliers with him. Asahina-senpai, you have my prayers for your soul!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Black leather pants, a bow tie, white cuffs, and a sleeveless white tuxedo shirt. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chippendales!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
…I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad in my entire life that I’m not the one getting a present.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W... What are those for?&amp;quot; Asahina-senpai asked timidly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You should know. To dress up as a male stripper!&amp;quot; Haruki said unblushingly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y-You can’t possibly expect me to wear that in public d-do you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course! I even bought one for you!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I... I&#039;m not wearing that!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t worry, it’ll fit perfectly! I know your measurements by heart!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-when did you…! Never mind… y... you wouldn&#039;t want me to wear that at the school entrance, w-would you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Of course! Aren’t you a man!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don&#039;t wanna wear the stripper outfit!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bah! Shut up and put it on!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That’s it. Haruki leapt onto Asahina-senpai, like a tiger preying upon a helpless samba deer, and began ripping of his uniform. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;NOOO...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now be a big boy and don&#039;t move!&amp;quot; Haruki said roughly while swiftly pulling off Asahina-senpai&#039;s blazer and moving onto Asahina-senpai&#039;s pants. Just as I was about to stop Haruki&#039;s insanity, my eyes met Asahina-senpai&#039;s. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;D... DON&#039;T LOOK!!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing his scream, I hurriedly ran towards the door... and damn it! The door&#039;s locked! It took a couple minutes before I could unlock the door and rush out of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before I left, I took one quick look backwards — I saw Nagato reading his book as if nothing had happened. Doesn&#039;t he have anything to say about this!? This is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leaned back on the door, hearing poor Asahina-senpai&#039;s screams from behind it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyaa~~!!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nooo!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;A... at least let me take it off myself... Sob~~!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These are mixed in with Haruki&#039;s yells of victory. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Take that off! Quickly!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You should have done what I said!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really, really don’t want to think about what’s going on inside that room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment later, Haruki&#039;s voice came through the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey! Come back in and check us out!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I sighed, entering the room, I was greeted by the sight of two Chippendale dancers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aggh… their pants are so tight as to show every part of their lower body off in [I]great[/I] detail… &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki, predictable fits the costume like he was born for it, but Asahina-senpai... his personality doesn’t go well with the costume at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I was wondering whether to try to comfort his crying face and say, &amp;quot;The costume suits you,&amp;quot; Haruki said: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, what do you think?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is your skull badly damaged!? What do you think I think!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is going to grab everyone&#039;s attention.” said Haruhi.  “At this rate, people will definitely come to get the flyers! Especially if I do this!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that, Haruhi began slowly unbuttoning his shirt while gyrating his hips and rocking his head from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh my god. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“S-stop it!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was the only thing I could think of to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? You don’t like it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please, just promise me you won’t do that in public…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But that’d destroy the whole point of wearing something like this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If you do such strange things like that out in the open, people are going to look at you funny... Wait a minute, how come Nagato-kun doesn&#039;t need to wear this?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I only bought two sets. Since they come with accessories, they were very expensive.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where&#039;d you buy this stuff anyway?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Internet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Lol Fairly Oddparents.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... Right.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki picked up the paper bag containing the flyers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Let&#039;s go, Mitsuuru-kun.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai hugged himself tightly and looked at me pleadingly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m so sorry, Asahina-senpai. I just couldn&#039;t dredge up any resistance. Besides, Haruki’s stripping nearly killed me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai tried to grab the table and resist, sobbing like a kid, but he was no match for Haruki’s strength. He was dragged away by Haruki, and the two Chippendales disappeared from the room. Just as I sat down dejectedly, feeling really guilty... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato Yuuki pointed on the ground. I looked and saw two male uniforms lying there... Erm, are those heart-patterned boxers I just saw? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thin, spectacled boy pointed at the cabinet at the other side of the room and then went back to reading his book. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#039;t you pick up the clothes yourself!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed and went to pick up their clothes, placing them in the cabinet. Aggh, you could feel their body heat on the clothes! They&#039;re still warm! Ew!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half an hour later, an exhausted Asahina-senpai returned. It looked like he had been crying. Should I say something? I hurriedly gave him a chair, and like last time, he simply sat down and drooped towards the table, his shoulders shivering. Looks like he doesn&#039;t even have the strength to change. In the face of such despair, my maternal instincts kicked in, so I took off my cardigan and draped it across his little shoulders. The presence of a sobbing Chippendale dancer and a bookworm who didn&#039;t care about what was going on, along with me who was utterly at a loss with what to do, had brought the atmosphere of the room to an all-time low. The screams of the Baseball Club could be heard in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I was about to think of what to make for dinner tonight, Haruki returned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first thing he did was grind his teeth angrily: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn them! Damn those teachers! They always get in my way!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not sure why he was so angry, I coolly asked: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There a problem?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I hadn&#039;t even handed out half the fliers and in comes a stupid teacher asking us to stop handing them out! What the hell is wrong with her?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Idiot! If the teachers ignored something like students dressing up as Chippendales and handing out flyers at the school entrance, then that&#039;d be abnormal! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mitsuuru-kun was nearly in tears, I got taken to see the Principal, and then Handball Queen Okabe showed up!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll bet the Principal and Okabe-sensei probably didn&#039;t know where to put their eyes when looking at you dressed in that outfit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Yes, I mistakenly kept the principal as male in my version of Chapter One. I’ll fix that.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Gah, this makes me ANGRY! That&#039;s it! You’re all dismissed!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki slowly took off his cuffs and then proceeded to strip of his shirt. I immediately ran out of the room at top speed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long are you going to cry like that? Where are your balls now, eh? Hurry up and change!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leaned on the corridor wall and waited for them to change. In any case, it doesn’t look like he was doing that to attract women; just that he was trying to attract attention in general. Does he even know how an outfit like that would affect people?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It looks like, at this rate, there&#039;s no way he can experience a normal romantic relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish he could be more considerate of how girls think. At least be considerate for me! Honestly, to hang out with such a crazy person is really exhausting. Besides, I had to wish for that for Asahina-senpai&#039;s sake . Right... Nagato, at least let us know what your opinion is! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A while later, Asahina-senpai emerged from the room, giving a sad expression of someone who had just failed his exams. He needed to support himself on the wall to stop from falling down. I didn’t know what I could possibly say to him, so I just stood there in silence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyon-nee-san...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His voice sounds as insubstantial as one of those ghosts from the haunted sunken cruise ships. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You promised to protect me from Suzumiya-san... Why didn’t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don’t have anything to say… and, why are you calling me Kyon as well!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai returned my cardigan to me in a robotic way, turned, and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poor kid… dammit, Haruki!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, Asahina-senpai took the day off. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki was already famous enough in school, but after the stripper incident, his name and weirdness had become the stuff of school legend. Not that I really mind, since Haruki’s actions are NOT MY FAULT. Not at all! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I do mind though, is that Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s actions have caused everyone to start gossiping about poor Asahina Mitsuuru-senpai as well. That, and the odd glares I received from everyone at school. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Kyon... seems like you&#039;re having a fun time with Suzumiya...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taniguchi said to me in a sarcastic tone after school. &amp;quot;I never thought you’d get that close to him... I guess nothing is really impossible, huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, shut up! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I was so suprised! Seeing some kind of male strippers while I was heading home, I thought I was dreaming!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: That line becomes much funnier genderbended.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kunikida joined in the conversation, carrying a familiar-looking flier with her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note again: I can imagine Kunikida taking a flier from Haruki while drooling copiously.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What’s this “SOS Brigade”? What&#039;s it about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go ask Haruki that question. I don&#039;t know, nor do I want to. Even if I did, I don&#039;t feel like telling you! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It asks us to provide any paranormal events, but it doesn&#039;t define what those are. And, what does it mean by not handling normal paranormal events?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aggh, stop talking! I don’t want to think about it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even Asakura Ryou came to have a word with me. That was when I felt really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You guys seem to be doing some interesting stuff. But if it&#039;s something that&#039;s as overboard as that, I’d suggest you to stop at once. You guys went too far yesterday.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I had known, I would have joined Asahina-senpai in taking the day off… &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki is still mad. On one hand, he&#039;s mad that the teachers stopped him from handing out the fliers; on the other hand, he&#039;s mad that the SOS Brigade email inbox is completely empty. I expected one or two prank mails in the inbox, but it turns out people were more rational than I thought. I guess, after the display yesterday, no one wants to get involved with what appears to be a strip club? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki scowled at the empty inbox, shaking the optical mouse vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is no one sending us any mail?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There wasn&#039;t any yesterday or today. Maybe it’s just that our club looks too shady for everyone to share their paranormal experiences with us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to explain. I don’t think I was very convincing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘Have you experienced any paranormal events?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh, that&#039;s great, then please tell me.’ ‘All right, actually...’ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, please! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Something like would never happen, OK? YOU listen up, Haruki! Those sorts of things would only occur in a cheap light novel series! Real life is very cruel. Things like a conspiracy to destroy the world from a normal prefecture high school, evil demons from another plan of existence, or a spaceship hidden inside a mountain, all these things are impossible. Impossible! You hear me? You understand now, don&#039;t you? All your crazy behaviour is a result of you not being able to find a way to release your unhappy emotions, isn&#039;t that right? But now it&#039;s time for you to wake up! You should settle down and find a girlfriend who would walk with you to school every day and who you could take to the movies on Sundays, or maybe you should join some sports clubs to release all that excess energy. With your abilities, you&#039;d get into the first team you picked in no time, becoming an full-time member. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...I had wanted to say a lot more, but I had only thought up the first five lines when Haruki’s fists started waving at me, so I&#039;d better stop here. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mitsuuru-kun took the day off today?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe he&#039;s not ever coming back. I hope he wasn’t permanently traumatized by what you did yesterday, poor kid...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn, a pity! And I had prepared a new costume for him today too!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Can’t you just wear these things by yourself?!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What? No, this one wouldn’t fit me at all. I did get one for you, though.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You know, the present I promised you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no, no no no. God no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh! Look at the time! I promised to prepare dinner tonight! I gotta go, bye!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dashed out of the clubroom to Haruki’s shouts of ‘Hey, wait!’ Dammit, Nagato, can’t you ever say anything at all? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki’s ‘mysterious transfer student’ had finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Haruki himself told me the ‘great’ news before homeroom the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s awesome, isn’t it? The transfer student&#039;s really here! I&#039;m so happy!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki leaned forward towards me, speaking elatedly. His intense smile was like a kindergarten kid finally getting the toy he’d wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Best. Most Truthful. Analogy. Ever.] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know where he got it from, but the transfer student is apparently going to be in Class 1-9.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Chance! It’s too bad they’re not in our class, but they’re definitely a mysterious transfer student, no mistake about that!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You haven&#039;t even met him or her, so how do you even know if they&#039;re a mysterious transfer student? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh? I already told you. A high percentage of those that get transferred in the middle of the school term are abnormal.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where on earth did you get such a statistic? The Internet? Aren’t 75% percent of statistics on the Internet made up on the spot?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: I love this joke, so I had to use it. Looks like Kyon-chan kinda missed it, though.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Besides, if everyone who gets transferred in the middle of May is abnormal, then there&#039;d be loads of mysterious transfer students all over Japan. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki’s way of thinking, though, cannot be confined by logic. After the first session bell rang, Haruki instantly bolted out of the classroom. He probably went to visit Mysterious Transfer Student in Class 1-9. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just before the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, he returned with a puzzled face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So are they a mysterious transfer student...?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm, doesn&#039;t feel like one.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn’t have expected anything else. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We talked, but I still don&#039;t have enough information. They could just be pretending to be a normal person, that’s a certainty. It’s not like they’d expose themselves on the first day anyway. I&#039;ll go ask again at the next break.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, please don&#039;t go ask again! I can imagine the Class 1-9 students, who had nothing to do with Haruki, being scared to death by his sudden appearance while he grabbed one of the students to ask, &amp;quot;Where&#039;s the mysterious transfer student?&amp;quot;, before he rushed in. That, or he’d barge in when the student was having a conversation with his (or her) friends and interrogate the startled transfer student with questions like &amp;quot;Where are you from? Who are you really? Are you an alien? Will you marry me?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aggh, just thinking about it gives me a headache!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, I thought of something else. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is the transfer student a guy or a girl?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm, though she could be cleverly disguising herself, she appears to be female.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then I’m pretty sure she’s a girl! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it seems like the SOS Brigade has a chance of recruiting another female member besides me. Haruki might just carry that transfer student in the door without hearing her opinion simply because she&#039;s new. Although, it might save me from cosplaying as a bunny girl or something just as horrifying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how strong-willed Haruki is, someone with just as strong a will would just ignore him. Of course, they’d also have to be strong enough to avoid being carried off…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As long as we have the numbers, the &amp;quot;Save the world by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki’s Brigade&amp;quot; would be formed as an association. It doesn’t matter if the school recognizes it or not; the person that will have to do all the menial secretarial tasks is... me! For the next three years, I’ll carry the title of &amp;quot;Subordinate of Suzumiya Haruki&amp;quot; and live my days in despair!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Kyon-chan is in despair! Being Haruki’s subordinate has left her in despair!]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still hadn&#039;t thought of what I want to do when I graduate, but if I wanted to go to a university, I’d have to behave myself. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as long as I&#039;m at Haruki’s side, it seems that this wish could never become true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn&#039;t think of anything. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know that I should have just confronted Haruki, had him dismiss the SOS Brigade, and then tried my best to persuade him to live a normal high school life. Perhaps I could have gotten him to stop thinking about aliens and time travelers, settle down and find a girlfriend, or join some sports club, and be content with these three years of high school. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
…It would have been really great if I had done that! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I&#039;d had stronger willpower, I wouldn&#039;t have gotten sucked so helplessly into the  black hole centred around Suzumiya Haruki. I would have just lived out these three years of high school and graduated in a normal fashion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... Oh how I wish! I wish it could have been like that! If wishes were fishes!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reason I&#039;m saying all this is because of all the strange events that happened to me afterward; everyone understands how I’m thinking, right? &lt;br /&gt;
Where to begin…? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, let&#039;s start from when the mysterious transfer student first arrived in our clubroom.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
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		<title>Suzumiya Haruki no Seitenkan:Volume1 Chapter2</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: just a name thing&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It seemed like my horrible premonition had come true.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After class, Haruki didn&#039;t disappear instantly from the classroom as usual. This time, he picked me up off the ground as though I weighed nothing, and proceeded to carry me (kicking and yelling) through the corridors, up the stairs, and all the way to just in front of the door leading to the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to be swept of my feet by a handsome prince. I don’t even want to think about what the rest of the class must have thought…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The door here is usually locked, and the staircase above the fourth floor seems to have been used as a storage room by the Art Club. Giant canvases, near broken picture frames, statues of war gods with missing noses and such are all piled up in this little staircase, making what is supposed to be a narrow space even narrower.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What is he trying to do to me by bringing me here? Is he going to make me his bride? I’m not an alien! Put me down!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Help me out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...Haruki said with both his hands on my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes. This feels like a confession.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great, now I’m blushing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Help me make my new club!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay, wait a minute. Why on earth should I help you make something you just thought up five minutes ago?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I’ll need to secure a room for the club as well as members, so I’ll need you to find out what paperwork the administration needs.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He wasn&#039;t even listening to me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I grabbed Haruki’s hands and removed them from my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What exactly is this club going to be about?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What does that matter? The most important thing right now is to make the club!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really doubt that the school would agree with you about that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Listen up, Kyon! After school today, you’ll go and find out what needs to be done, and I&#039;ll go and find a room for the club. Okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I had replied with a ‘NO!’ he’d probably have done something horrible to me. While I was hesitating on how to answer, Haruki had already turned and ran down the stairs, leaving a disoriented female student standing all alone on the dust-filled staircase.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... But I haven&#039;t even agreed to help...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh, saying that to a plaster statue is pointless. I could only drag my heavy feet back to the classroom, thinking about how I’d explain the previous scene to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Requirements for organizing an &amp;quot;association&amp;quot;:&lt;br /&gt;
Five members or more. A sponsor teacher, club name, chairperson for the club, and club activities/goals summary are required—which then requires approval from the Student Council Executive Committee. The club&#039;s activities must fit in with the school philosophy of creativity and vivaciousness. Based on the activities&#039; records and results, the Executive Committee would debate on whether to promote the association into a &amp;quot;study group.&amp;quot; Furthermore, as an association, the school will not provide any funding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Searching for the requirements was easy—they’re listed in the back of the student textbook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finding members is easy too; we could just grab anyone to make up the numbers, so that won&#039;t be a problem. A sponsor teacher is harder to find, but I think I can manage that. As for the name, something inoffensive and ordinary would do. And the chairperson for the club is, no doubt, Haruki himself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t think, though, that our club activities are going to fall under the heading of &amp;quot;creativity and vivaciousness.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, it&#039;s not as if Haruki cares about the rules at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As the bell rang for the end of classes, Haruki showed off his ogre-like strength again as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. It took great effort to make sure that I didn&#039;t leave my school bag in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where are we going?!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked because, well, I&#039;m normal after all. That, and I was panicking at being kidnapped in such a way again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Our clubroom!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki, so full of energy that the people in front of us moved out of the way, answered with that short sentence, then shut his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Put me down! Your hand is dangerously close to a place that will get you slapped!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After we exited the first floor hallway, we went into another building and up the stairs. We walked into a dark hallway and at its center, Haruki stopped and finally put me down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a door in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Literature Club&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The above crooked nametag is pasted on the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Here it is!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without even knocking, Haruki opened the door and walked into the classroom without any consideration. I followed him inside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It’s a surprisingly large room. Maybe it just seems that way because it only contains a rectangular table, metal chairs, and a bookshelf? Little cracks on the ceiling and the walls showed how ancient this building is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As if he was included with the room itself, a skinny male student sat alone in a metal chair, reading a big hardcover novel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;From this day forth, this room shall be ours!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki crossed his arms as he announced the above formally. His face was shining with that fiery, energetic smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only he’d show that smile in class...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course, there’s no way I’d say that thought out loud.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wait just a minute. What is this place?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is the Cultural and Arts club building. It has art and music rooms for the Art Club and the Orchestra Club. Clubs and associations without a regular clubroom all hold their activities here in this building, known as the ‘Old Complex’. And this classroom happens to belong the Literature Club.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Did he memorize all that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But then what about the Literature Club?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;After all the third year students graduated this spring, the club had zero members. As no new members were recruited, the club was going to be canceled.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then what about the guy in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“By the way, he&#039;s a first year who&#039;s their only new member.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then they haven&#039;t been canceled yet!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bah, same difference! A club with only one member is the same as a club with none.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You… idiot! We’re going to take over other people&#039;s clubrooms now?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I took a quick look at the Literature Club student.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He had glasses and short hair. Haruki was being very loud, but the student, however, didn&#039;t even lift his head. Apart from occasionally flipping the pages with his fingers, he appeared stationary, completely ignoring our presence. Another strange one…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I lowered my voice and asked Haruki:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So what about him, then?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, him? He said it doesn’t matter!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What? Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I asked him already at lunch time. I said I needed him to lend me the room and he said &#039;go ahead&#039;. He’s fine with it as long as he can read his books here in peace. Now that you mention it, though, he is pretty weird.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You’re one to talk, Haruki!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time, I observed him more carefully.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His skin was pale, his face expressionless. His fingers were moving rhythmically like a machine. He wore very thick, square glasses.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked like some kind of living doll; the ones crazed toy makers bring to life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, he’s definitely a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe he noticed my intrusive observation, because the student suddenly lifted his head and pushed the bridge of his glasses up with his index finger.&lt;br /&gt;
His deep-colored eyes stared at me from under those thick lenses. Neither his eyes nor his lips showed any expression at all, like his face was a mask. He’s quite a bit different from Haruki—his face fundamentally shows no sign of emotion. It’s kind of scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nagato Yuuki.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His tone suggested that most people would forget his name within three seconds of hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato Yuuki stared at me for a moment; then as if losing interest, he turned his attention back to his book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Nagato-kun,&amp;quot; I called out, &amp;quot;Haruki here wants to use your club room for an I-have-no-idea-what-club. Is this all right with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato&#039;s gaze never left his book once.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But, um, we might be trouble for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No matter.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You might even get thrown out.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Feel free.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He answered my questions immediately, but he still showed no expression whatsoever. I guess he really doesn’t care after all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki shrugged at me, then grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right, then it&#039;s decided!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He sounds hyper, which gives me a bad feeling. How much caffeine have you had today, Haruki?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;From now on, we will meet in this room after class. Be sure you show up!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said this with a smile as brilliant as the crescent moon. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I don’t agree, he might just decide to carry me off to a love hotel or something equally horrible. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day after school, due to my newfound duties, I had to turn down Taniguchi and Kunikida&#039;s offer to walk home with them, though I won’t miss their snide remarks about my figure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, I reluctantly dragged my heavy feet and headed towards the clubroom.&lt;br /&gt;
Haruhi had only said, &amp;quot;You go first!&amp;quot; and dashed out of the classroom with a speed that the Track and Field Club so badly needed. He’s really fast… I wondered if he had added rockets to his shoes. Is that speed because he was in a hurry to find new club members, or because he’d taken a step forward to meeting aliens?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can’t possibly match that speed. So, moving slowly, and thanking my stars that he didn’t decide to pick me up again, I headed towards the Literature Club room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I entered the clubroom, I discovered Nagato Yuuki already inside, sitting in the same position, reading his book. I approached him slowly, but just like yesterday his head was completely buried in the book, my presence all but ignored. Was the Literature Club a pure reading club? I guess there’s no other reason why he’d be reading all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing but silence in the clubroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... What are you reading?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked, not being able to stand the silence any longer. Nagato Yuuki answered by raising the book and showing me the cover. My eyes saw a large bunch of dazzling foreign words; it seemed like some sort of science fiction novel, the kind my dad always reads.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it interesting?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato Yuki pushed his glasses upwards effortlessly before replying in an empty tone:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Unique.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess he’d answer anything I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Which part?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;All of it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So you like reading?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Very.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I see...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And we’re back to silence again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I put my bag down on the desk, I wondered if I could just leave and not deal with Haruki. But just as I prepared to sit down on the steel chair, somebody kicked the door open.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi!&amp;quot; Haruki said expansively, striding through the doorway. &amp;quot;Sorry for being late, but it took a while to, heh, catch him!&amp;quot; He dragged a shorter boy into the room, and then turned and closed the door behind him with an ominous finality.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy twitched nervously at the click of the lock. He was small and slim, looking more like a middle school student playing dress-up in a North High uniform. His brown hair was tousled in a sort of childish way, and his large puppy-dog eyes cast around with a silent appeal for help. He reminds me a bit of my little brother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is Haruki&#039;s &amp;quot;chosen candidate&amp;quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-where am I?&amp;quot; the boy said tremulously. &amp;quot;What is this place? Why have you brought me here?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Silence!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy flinched at Haruki&#039;s sudden threatening tone, and gave an involuntary yelp as Haruki pounced on him, a companionable arm around his shoulders, a huge smile beaming on his face. &amp;quot;This is Asahina Mitsuuru,&amp;quot; Haruki said, gesturing with his other hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After announcing the boy’s name, Haruhi stopped talking. Wait, that’s the entire introduction?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence, yet again, engulfed the classroom. Haruki looked satisfied with his &amp;quot;job well done&amp;quot;; Nagato Yuuki, as usual, kept reading his book without any sign of emotion; and the boy called Asahina Mitsuuru was simply scared out of his wits. Why is nobody saying anything?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, I started the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where did you kidnap him from?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had my hands on my hips as I said this. Maybe being more forceful with Haruki will make him stop this insanity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, I didn’t kidnap him! I just forced him to come with me.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;He was off daydreaming in one of the second year classrooms, so I grabbed him from there. I&#039;ve seen him around a lot of times, and I figured that he&#039;d be just perfect for our plans.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Plans? What plans? Wait, so that&#039;s what you&#039;ve been doing during recess time when you&#039;re nowhere to be seen in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, wait again, now isn&#039;t the time to think about this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, doesn&#039;t that make him an upperclassman?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though he doesn’t look like one… but I’m not in any position to talk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“And that matters because…?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked at him in disbelief. He must have been absent the day that they handed out brains. In any case, being more forceful is not working well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed. &amp;quot;Okay then... tell me, why did you need to go out of your way to find, erm, Asahina-senpai, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just take a look!&amp;quot; Haruki slapped Asahina-sempai on the back with some force, causing him to stumble towards me. I took an involuntary step backwards, and Asahina-sempai ended up grabbing the edge of the table for support.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;See how weak he is?&amp;quot; Haruki declared. &amp;quot;See how easily he&#039;s defeated? What he needs is guts! Guts and courage! If you have those, then you&#039;ll never be beaten, but if you lack them, then you&#039;ll never amount to anything! You won&#039;t be worthy of being called a man!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know, that really isn’t very nice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grasped the air with his fist “Therefore, this will be our club’s first project! To turn this runty weakling, this non-man, into a man to be envied by all! A man among men!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My first thought was that Haruki had gone so far off the deep end that he’d come out the other side. He does have a point though… Asahina-senpai is probably the least manly man I’d ever seen. He’d be pretty popular with some girls, though. And at least he’s not as crazy as certain unnamed individuals.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Hey, t-that’s too mean!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina Mitsuuru had gotten up off the ground, and turned to face Haruki.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I-I’m a man too, you know!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh? Is that so?&amp;quot; Haruki draped his arms around Asahina-senpai again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looks like a dangerous kidnapper like that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How much of a man are you, really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no, his eyes look dangerous! Run, Asahina-senpai!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His hand moved down Asahina Mitsuuru’s body, down to...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh. Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#039;t sure who screamed first, but I like to think that it was Asahina-sempai, because it&#039;s less embarrassing for me. Haruki had gone too far this time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Stop that!&amp;quot; I shouted, trying to push the two of them apart. &amp;quot;What the hell do you think you&#039;re doing? That&#039;s sexual harassment!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you want to be sued!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Heh heh, well, what do you know…” Haruhi chuckled without any shame whatsoever. “He is a man after all. You wanna check too?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I flushed immediately.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? No!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki finally let go of Asahina-senpai, who sagged onto the ground, exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You see what I mean, though? If we can turn something like that into the living embodiment of man, the righteousness of our cause shall have been proven to all! All of this, of course, is but a small part of my plan.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This plan of yours seems dangerous, and not something any sane person would want to get involved with.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“So that’s why you kidnapped him? To make him manlier?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai was looking at me with tearful eyes. Maybe he thinks I’m going to save him?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, I thought we could use him to advertise our club too. Kind of like a… mascot character, that’s it. Something like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...It’s official. Haruki’s idiocy has broken the bounds of normality. He could join a freak show as “The Most Dangerous Idiot Ever”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oi, Mitsuru-kun, you in any clubs?&amp;quot; Haruki demanded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Y... Yes... the Home Economics Club...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quit that! Not manly enough. Besides, it’ll get in the way of my club activities.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, Haruki! That’s way too unreasonable!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai focused that puppy-dog stare at me, begging to be rescued, and I had to avert my eyes. He then turned his gaze onto the still silent person sitting in the corner of the clubroom, who didn’t even look his way. But Asahina-senpai&#039;s eyes widened in surprise, and he gasped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I... I understand,&amp;quot; he said, in the tone of voice usually reserved for the utterly defeated. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll quit the Home Economics club, and join your club...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What did he just understand?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He hesitated. &amp;quot;But I&#039;m not sure what the Literature club actually does...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, don’t worry about that. We&#039;re not the Literature club,&amp;quot; Haruki explained.&lt;br /&gt;
As Asahina-senpai looked puzzled, I cut in to explain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&#039;re just temporarily borrowing this room for our club activities. The club you have joined is actually a new association that Suzumiya Haruki will create in the near future. We don&#039;t know what activities there will be; we don&#039;t even have a name.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;...I’m sorry, what...?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, and that guy sitting over there is the real and only Literature Club member.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai blinked slowly in astonishment, his mouth hanging open. Yeah, that&#039;s a predictable reaction.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s no problem at all!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cheerful to the point of not being responsible for anything, Haruki smacked Asahina-senpai&#039;s shoulder hard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve already thought of the name! That&#039;s the most important part of forming a club!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought gathering members was the most important part… oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I glared at Haruki.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; I said, injecting as much scepticism into my voice as possible, &amp;quot;let&#039;s hear it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don’t want to hear the name, but since I already asked, Haruki took a deep breath, in preparation for the momentous revelation of his grand vision.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As everybody knows, it all began as a result of Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s simple and naive vision, and for no other reason. And so... the name of our new club has been decided:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The SOS Brigade!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Save the World by&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Overloading it with Fun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Save the World by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade, abbreviated as SOS Brigade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I give you all permission to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But before I could even do that though, I stood utterly dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Why on earth is it called &amp;quot;Brigade&amp;quot;? It should be &amp;quot;Save the World by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s Brigade&amp;quot;, but since the club still hadn&#039;t satisfied the minimum requirements to become an association and no one but Haruki was sure what the club was all about, Haruki simply said &amp;quot;Well then, let&#039;s call it a brigade!&amp;quot; And so the club name was now magnificently born.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Upon hearing the name, Asahina-senpai closed his mouth dejectedly. Nagato Yuuki could be counted as an outsider, and I didn&#039;t know what to say. And so, the motion for the new club name was passed, with one for and three abstentions. The SOS Brigade is now open for business! This is such a wonderful occasion!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why I am involved in a brigade like this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I covered my face with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sigh… just… do whatever you want!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After saying &amp;quot;Meet here every day after school, or else!” Haruki called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai&#039;s shoulders drooped, his lifeless figure walking along the corridor further giving off an impression of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There’s no way I could put up with seeing something like that, so I called out to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Senpai.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked at me with his innocent face, which didn&#039;t even look older than mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, you don’t have to join a weird club like this if you don’t want to. Don’t worry about Suzumiya; I&#039;ll find a way to explain it to him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He stopped and smiled at me:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&#039;s all right. I want to join.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But this might end up being dangerous for you!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That doesn’t matter. Haven’t you joined too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No! Whether I joined or not is not the issue here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I guess this is the absolute outcome on this Temporal Plane...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He said with his round eyes staring far off in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Um, what&#039;s that supposed to mean?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Besides, I&#039;m interested in Nagato-san&#039;s presence...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Interested?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;E-eh? No, nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai shook his head in trepidation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then Asahina-senpai smiled, looking embarrassed, and gave me a deep bow.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I may be of trouble, so please bear with me from now on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You really don&#039;t have to do that...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And please, call me Mitsuuru from now on.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aww… he’s so cute!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following is a conversation I had with Haruki the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know what my Brigade needs next?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;…What?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;A mysterious transfer student!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What, exactly, defines a “mysterious transfer student”?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Those that get transferred two months after the school term has started are, without exception, mysterious transfer students.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Or maybe it&#039;s just because their parents got a job transfer and they were forced to come along.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bah, that would be too forced and unnatural!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You know, I’d really like to know what you of all people considers unnatural.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm, mysterious transfer students… when will they appear?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why don’t you ever listen to me?!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rumours had started to flow in the school that Haruki and I were plotting something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just what exactly are you up to with Haruki?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taniguchi seems upset.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You’re not (gasp) DATING him, are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No way! And if there’s anyone who’d like to know just what we’re doing, it’s me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just don’t do anything too stupid, okay? You&#039;re no longer junior high students, they’ll at least suspend you if you vandalize the sports field!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it were just Haruki acting alone, I could simply ignore him. But now that he’s got Nagato Yuuki-kun and Asahina Mikuru-senpai— I don’t want them getting involved in this madness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thing is though, Haruki’s strong enough to carry me off anywhere he wants… there’s no way I can stop him!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We need a computer!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since the SOS Brigade was founded, the Literature Club room started to have more and more stuff besides the rectangular table, steel chairs and bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the corner now stood a portable hanger cabinet, a flask and cups, a teapot, a CD/MD playing radio, a freezer, sound recorder, cooking pan, bowl, all sorts of cooking utensils, and a PS2. Does he plan to live here or something?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, Haruki is sitting on a desk he managed to nick from who-knows-where. For some reason, a black triangular pyramid with the words &amp;quot;Brigade Commander&amp;quot; stood on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s a tragedy! This is the Age of Information, and a Brigade as important as mine doesn’t even have a computer!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In any case, all the members were here today. Nagato Yuuki was in his usual spot, reading a hardback book about a minor satellite of Saturn falling down, or something like that. Asahina-senpai, who didn&#039;t have to come, had still obediently arrived and was seated on a steel chair, looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki jumped off the desk and ran towards me with a sinister smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Which is why I&#039;m going to obtain one now,&amp;quot; Haruki said, like a hunter looking for its prey.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What, you mean a computer? Where from? Please don’t tell me you plan on robbing an electronics store…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No, no! Why go all that way when there’s one much closer?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Follow me!&amp;quot; Asahina-senpai and I complied with Haruki&#039;s orders and followed him down the corridor, eventually arriving at the Computer Club two rooms away.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’m beginning to see where he’s going with this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Take this.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki handed me an instant camera.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Listen up, Kyon! I’ll tell you my brilliant plan, and you must follow it no matter what! There’s only one chance and one chance only!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki bent down and whispered his so-called &amp;quot;plan&amp;quot; in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What!? You can&#039;t do that! That’s blackmail!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Does it matter? Besides, this plan is but a small part of my Master Plan!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But… Asahina-senpai…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Silence!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Great. Just great. I turned to a puzzled looking Asahina-senpai, trying to warn him by winking at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Run, run, or you’ll be well done!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: I apologize for the Kefka reference. Jintor, feel free to get rid of it if you want.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But Asahina-senpai looked surprised at me and started blushing. Hey, exactly what ideas are you getting?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I was about to run away with Asahina-senpai to avoid certain doom, Haruki had knocked on the Computer Club room door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What’s up, people?! We’ve decided to come and collect a computer from you!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The spacing is similar, but compared to our room, this room was narrower. Each of the evenly spaced desks had a desktop computer on it with CD sound effects. The computer fans whirling away were the only sounds heard in the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The five girls sitting on their seats typing on their keyboards all stuck their heads out towards the door to see what Haruki was up to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, who’s in charge here!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruhi smiled pompously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A short female student stood up and answered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;m the president, can I help you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Do I really have to repeat myself? As I said: give me a computer.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The nameless Computer Study Group president displayed a &amp;quot;What the hell?&amp;quot; expression and violently shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;No way! Since the school doesn’t give us enough money, we bought these computers ourselves, with hard-earned cash! We’re not just going to give them to you for free! Do you think we’re idiots?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What does it matter? We only need one, and you have soooo many!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki said this while sweeping his hand across the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That... wait a minute, who are you guys anyway?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I am Suzumiya Haruki, Supremely Manly Commander of the SOS Brigade, and these are Subordinate One and Subordinate Two.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since when are we your subordinates?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In the name of my SOS Brigade, I demand that you hand over a computer at once! No excuses!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, I have no clue who you guys are, but no way are you getting a computer from us! You go buy your own&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Fine then. We have our… (heh) ways.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki&#039;s eyes blazed with confidence. I’ve got a bad feeling about this…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki walked over to one of the shelves on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&#039;ve heard about a certain group of girls who are totally into some really nasty, forbidden-in-school stuff. They even produce their own doujinshi manga to sell at Comiket, the major part of it all using a very public school club fund...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki punched the section of wall beneath the shelf, making a box fall down. Many books fell from it with their pages wide open.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I blushed very hard at all those man-on-man images. This is sick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I-I can explain!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president began to protest loudly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Those are our, um, private, um…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Silence.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki had apparently had enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Here’s how this is going to go down. You’re going to give us a computer, and I won’t tell anyone that you’re making gay porn manga with the school’s money.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Did you come here just to blackmail us?&amp;quot; One of the members asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No, I came here to extort a computer from you.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That’s the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“No.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president had decided to stand up for herself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Even if you tell the administration, we can just get rid of them! You’ll have no proof! What do you say to that?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grinned like the Cheshire Cat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Kyon, take a photo of contents of that box, would you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I reluctantly pressed the shutter. Great, now I’m an accomplice in blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Kyaaaaaah!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That would be the president shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Y-you still don’t have any proof! That photo could have been taken in any room in this building!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still grinning, Haruki swept the hair back out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Okay, then. We’ll trade. We’ll take your computer, and you can have Mitsuuru-kun as your personal shouta butler. I notice you seem to be into that kinda thing.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president blushed slightly and looked sideways at Asahina-senpai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Our personal butler… but how do I know he isn’t just some girl you grabbed and threw into a male uniform?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh, that’s easy enough.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki pushed Asahina-senpai, who was standing awestruck next to her, towards the president, and then he grabbed her and put it in Asahina-senpai’s pants.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyaaaaaa!!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Whaaaaa!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Click!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At the sound of the two screaming, I clicked the camera shutter again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grabbed Asahina-senpai, preventing him from escaping, and then shoved the president towards him. Asahina-senpai collapsed, the president on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyon! One more picture!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once again, I pressed the shutter. Asahina-senpai, nameless president, you both have my sincerest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wha-what the hell!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president had rolled of Asahina-senpai.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki wiggled his finger at the furiously blushing president.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If the photos of your gay porn isn’t enough, this should be enough for the administration to disband your club!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What kind of joke is this!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president protested furiously once again. I feel really sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You forcefully grabbed my hand! I&#039;m innocent this time!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This time?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really now? Who’s going to believe you? With the rumours and my photographic evidence, there’s no way you’re getting out of this one.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I turned and looked at Asahina-senpai lying face on the ground paralysed. He must have been in so much shock that all energy had left him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the meantime, the president continued to resist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;My members are all witnesses to my innocence! That wasn’t my fault!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The four members who were standing dumbstruck around the room all nodded their heads vehemently.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s right!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Our president is innocent!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki wouldn’t be Haruki if he actually listened to you. It’d be easier just to give up the computer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The already wide smile on Haruki’s face got even wider.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right, then I&#039;ll just say you girls gang-raped him!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You could have heard a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“T-that’s stupid! Girls can’t rape guys!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Really now? Let me tell you a story. A poor, innocent upperclassman was passing through this hallway, when he happened upon a group of sick, depraved females. These women decided to entice him into their den of evil with candy and other such sweets, but, lo! When he entered, he was set upon by the cruel women, who proceeded to touch him in all sorts of uncomfortable places! Fortunately, I happened along, and managed to get evidence of their crimes before rescuing the helpless upperclassman! Behold, for I am now a hero!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki laughed long and loud.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think this is the point where I should check him into a mental asylum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;S... Suzumiya-san...! T-that’s not what happened…&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai desperately looped his arms around Haruki&#039;s legs, but Haruki simply kicked him off. He then inflated his chest and arrogantly said:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, what is it then? Are you giving us a computer? Or having your reputation ruined forever?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president&#039;s face went from red to white, finally turning dark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the end, she surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Just pick one and get out!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Having said that, the president sat down dejectedly. Her members all rushed towards her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;President!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s going to be all right!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The president&#039;s head drooped like a puppet whose strings were broken. Seeing such a broken figure, even if I am Haruki&#039;s companion, I couldn&#039;t help but shed tears of sadness for her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Which one is the latest model?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki! That’s enough! You’re so cold-blooded!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why should we tell you!?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The angry members continued their meagre resistance, but Haruhi simply pointed at me and the camera I was still holding.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Goddammit… that one.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki looked in the direction the president pointed and inspected the model and serial number of the computer. Then, he took out a piece of paper from his blazer pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went to the electronics store and asked for a list of the latest models. This isn’t one of them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How far ahead has he planned everything out? This is getting to be a bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After inspecting all the other computers, Haruki pointed to one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Give me this one.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W... wait! We just bought that last month!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Camera.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... T-take it, you thieves!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like she said, we were truly thieves.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki&#039;s greed truly knew no bounds. After plucking all the cables and wires, he moved all the necessary equipment back to the Literature Club room without any consideration. He then had the Computer Club people reinstall the wires for us and had them lay two Internet cables from their room to ours, so we could use the Internet. He even forced them to set up an Intranet for us. He’s not better than a common criminal!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Senpai.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since I was totally helpless in the face of the Lunacy of Suzumiya Haruki, I could only shake the shoulder of a scarred and devastated Asahina-senpai, who was kneeling on the ground, covering his face and sobbing endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Let&#039;s go back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sob...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki, you idiot, aren’t you supposed to be making Asahina-senpai more manly!? Not turning him into a nervous wreck!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I comforted poor Asahina-senpai, while mumbling about what on earth Haruki wanted a computer for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Very soon, I would find out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that is to make an SOS Brigade website! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This begs the question: Who should make the website? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You, of course!&amp;quot; Haruki said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You’ve got a lot of free time, so you do it!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What about you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“I&#039;m too busy looking for more members!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The computer was placed on the desk with the &amp;quot;Brigade Commander&amp;quot; pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki added while surfing the net with his mouse:&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Complete it within the next day or so. We can’t start doing anything without a web page.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai&#039;s body lay draped over the desk, his shoulders shivering, next to where Nagato Yuuki is sitting, who, as usual just reads a book, ignoring everything. Since it seems like I&#039;m the only one who heard what Haruki was saying, I had no choice but to comply with him. At least, I&#039;m pretty sure that&#039;s what Haruki himself thought. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look, even if you say that, I can’t design your website.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki sighed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What if I get you a nice present then? I promise you&#039;ll like it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...? Is he being generous for once?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I should go ahead and try to make the web page then, although I haven&#039;t ever made one before. Besides, it sounds pretty interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And so, my arduous website design began on the second day. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even having said that, it was much easier than I thought it’d be. Because the Computer Club girls already had installed all the software on the hard drive, all I needed to do was just follow the program’s instructions, do some copy and pasting, and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The problem is, though, what should I put on the website? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right now, I still didn&#039;t know what the SOS Brigade is about, so I had absolutely no idea what to write about. After writing &#039;Welcome to the SOS Brigade Home Page!&#039; on the top, I simply stopped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hurry up and finish it, you hear?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki&#039;s words resounded like a curse in between my ears, so I had to spend lunch break in the clubroom designing the rest of the website. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nagato-kun, do you have any ideas on what to write?&amp;quot; I asked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato seemed to come here even during lunch break. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Not really.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He didn&#039;t even look up. I know this is none of my business, but does he even pay attention in class? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Turning my eyes from Nagato back to the 17-inch monitor, I fell back into deep thought. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I suddenly thought of a problem: what would happen if the school found out that a yet-to-be-recognized association is using their bandwidth to host a website? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh, don’t worry!&amp;quot; I imagined Haruki replying, &amp;quot;If they do find out, we’ll just abandon the whole thing. First come, first served, you know?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Really, in some ways, I&#039;m pretty jealous of Haruki&#039;s happy-go-lucky attitude towards life! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After making some website links and writing the email address— it&#039;s a bit early to set up a forum— I uploaded the website, which only contained a front page without any details on it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That should satisfy him! After making sure the page could load, I switched off the computer. As I was about to stretch, I was startled to find Nagato standing right behind me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird! How come I didn&#039;t hear his footsteps? I didn&#039;t know when Nagato arrived behind me. His face was as white as a mask. He stared at me with his poker face as though I was some eye test chart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Take this.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He handed me a very thick book, which I impulsively took. It sure is heavy!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at the cover, it was the science fiction novel Nagato was reading a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;For you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After saying that, Nagato left the room without even turning back; I didn&#039;t even have time to say anything. Why are you lending such a thick book to me? Is this your idea of a confession or something?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that moment, the bell rang signalling the end of lunch break. It seems like there aren&#039;t a lot of people who respect my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After I carried the hardback book back to the classroom and sat down, I felt someone tugging at my ponytail. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, is my website done?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki held the edges of the desk and stared at me with a rigid face. I noticed that his notebook was full of scribbles here and there. As I replied, I tried to ignore the stares of my classmates. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, it&#039;s done, but it&#039;s a simple, crappy little website.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Good enough! All it needs is an email address!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#039;t you register your own free email address!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That won&#039;t do! What if a lot of people sent their mail in and flooded my inbox?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t get it How a newly registered email address could get flooded with mail so quickly? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That’s top secret!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gave a sinister grin after he said this.  Part of your master plan again, Haruki?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once again, I have a baaaad feeling about this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don’t worry! You’ll find out after school, but until then, it&#039;s classified information.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: I did that on purpose.] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please, I’d rather never find out what it is! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In sixth period, Haruki was nowhere to be seen in class. He couldn&#039;t have gone home, could he? No, that’d be too easy for me. It&#039;s probably just another bad omen. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Very soon, it was the end of class, and I started automatically walking towards the clubroom. Though my footsteps never stopped, I did wonder why I was going there. Finally, I arrived. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi there!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As expected, there sat Nagato Yuuki and Asahina-senpai. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know I&#039;m not one to criticize, but these two certainly have a lot of free time on their hands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing me enter, Asahina-senpai greeted me with a relieved expression. I guess having to spend time alone with Nagato can be exhausting, huh? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, wait a minute! You suffered through Haruki&#039;s evil clutches yesterday, and you&#039;re still coming today? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where&#039;s Suzumiya-san?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;God knows. [Editor’s note: In the original. Lawls.] He hasn&#039;t been in the class since sixth period. He probably went off to steal equipment from somewhere again.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Will, um, will I have to do what Suzumiya-san had me do yesterday again...?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Seeing how depressed poor Asahina-senpai looked, I said gently: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t worry! If he tries anything strange again, I&#039;ll do everything in my power to stop him! He can use his own body for blackmail! I may not be as strong as he is, but I’m sure I can get him to listen to me!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gave me a cute little bow as he said this. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really felt like giving him a big hug. I didn’t, though. People would probably get the wrong idea. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Then I&#039;m counting on you.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It’s problem at all!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though I repeatedly assured him, five minutes later, all those reassurances got thrown out the window, into the sea, and evaporated like a water droplet on the surface of the sun. I am -such- an idiot! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, everybody!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki greeted us energetically as he entered the room, carrying with him two paper bags. Oh wait, is that the present he promised me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry guys, I got delayed.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just like you, isn’t it? For someone as obsessive as Haruki, being considerate of others is probably the last thing on his mind. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Placing the paper bags on the ground, Haruki turned and locked the door. Asahina-senpai reflexively shuddered upon hearing the door click. Is he like a trained animal that’s learned to expect impending doom when hearing that noise?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Suzumiya, what are you planning today? I’m putting my foot down, we’re not doing any more stealing or blackmail!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What are you talking about? I’d never be involved in something like that!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Really now? Then how, exactly, do you explain the computer on the desk!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Tribute from my vassals! Anyway, moving on, take a look at THIS!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He pulled out a huge stack of A4 papers with some handwriting on them from one of the paper bags. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;These fliers will spread the Word of the SOS Brigade to everyone! Believe me, it took me a lot of hard work to sneak into the photocopying room and print these 200 fliers!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki handed out the fliers to us. So that&#039;s why you skipped class, huh? Consider yourself lucky that the teachers didn’t catch you. Though I bet they’re wondering what happened to all the paper in the photocopier…&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#039;t the least bit interested in what was written on the fliers, but since I&#039;ve already taken one, I guess I’ll read it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;div style=&amp;quot;font-family: impact; background: white; border: 1px solid #999; padding: 1em;&amp;quot;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;
The SOS Brigade founding principle: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We, the SOS Brigade, are seeking all sorts of paranormal events in this world. We welcome anyone who has experienced, is experiencing, or senses that they will experience any kind of supernatural or mysterious events to come to us for consultation. We will do our best to answer your questions. Please note, however, that we do not handle normal paranormal events; it must be an abnormal paranormal event for us to even be interested. Our email address is...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m starting to have a faint idea of what the SOS Brigade is all about now. Though, considering what Haruki said way back when, maybe all this just his convoluted way of finding himself a bride?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’m confused now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Right then, it’s time to hand out the fliers.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where do we do that?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;At the school gate. At this time of day, there are still a lot of students who haven&#039;t gone home yet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say, Captain Haruki. Just as I&#039;m about to pick up the paper bag with the fliers, he stopped me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You don&#039;t have to go, just Mitsuuru-kun and myself will do.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai, who was carrying a flier in his small hands, turned his head looking puzzled. I turned and saw Haruki fumbling through the other paper bag, taking out something. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Voila!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling as happily as a robotic cat, Haruki pulled out a piece of black leather. Oh, no way! As Haruki finished emptying the contents of the paper bag from the fourth dimension, I understood why he wanted Asahina-senpai to hand out fliers with him. Asahina-senpai, you have my prayers for your soul!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Black leather pants, a bow tie, white cuffs, and a sleeveless white tuxedo shirt. &lt;br /&gt;
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Chippendales!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
…I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad in my entire life that I’m not the one getting a present.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W... What are those for?&amp;quot; Asahina-senpai asked timidly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You should know. To dress up as a male stripper!&amp;quot; Haruki said unblushingly. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Y-You can’t possibly expect me to wear that in public d-do you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course! I even bought one for you!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I... I&#039;m not wearing that!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&#039;t worry, it’ll fit perfectly! I know your measurements by heart!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;W-when did you…! Never mind… y... you wouldn&#039;t want me to wear that at the school entrance, w-would you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Of course! Aren’t you a man!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don&#039;t wanna wear the stripper outfit!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Bah! Shut up and put it on!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That’s it. Haruki leapt onto Asahina-senpai, like a tiger preying upon a helpless samba deer, and began ripping of his uniform. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;NOOO...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now be a big boy and don&#039;t move!&amp;quot; Haruki said roughly while swiftly pulling off Asahina-senpai&#039;s blazer and moving onto Asahina-senpai&#039;s pants. Just as I was about to stop Haruki&#039;s insanity, my eyes met Asahina-senpai&#039;s. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;D... DON&#039;T LOOK!!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing his scream, I hurriedly ran towards the door... and damn it! The door&#039;s locked! It took a couple minutes before I could unlock the door and rush out of the room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Before I left, I took one quick look backwards — I saw Nagato reading his book as if nothing had happened. Doesn&#039;t he have anything to say about this!? This is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leaned back on the door, hearing poor Asahina-senpai&#039;s screams from behind it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyaa~~!!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nooo!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;A... at least let me take it off myself... Sob~~!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These are mixed in with Haruki&#039;s yells of victory. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&#039;s great!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Take that off! Quickly!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You should have done what I said!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really, really don’t want to think about what’s going on inside that room. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A moment later, Haruki&#039;s voice came through the door. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey! Come back in and check us out!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I sighed, entering the room, I was greeted by the sight of two Chippendale dancers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aggh… their pants are so tight as to show every part of their lower body off in [I]great[/I] detail… &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki, predictable fits the costume like he was born for it, but Asahina-senpai... his personality doesn’t go well with the costume at all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as I was wondering whether to try to comfort his crying face and say, &amp;quot;The costume suits you,&amp;quot; Haruki said: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, what do you think?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is your skull badly damaged!? What do you think I think!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;This is going to grab everyone&#039;s attention.” said Haruhi.  “At this rate, people will definitely come to get the flyers! Especially if I do this!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At that, Haruhi began slowly unbuttoning his shirt while gyrating his hips and rocking his head from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh my god. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“S-stop it!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was the only thing I could think of to say.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“What? You don’t like it?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Please, just promise me you won’t do that in public…”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“But that’d destroy the whole point of wearing something like this!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;If you do such strange things like that out in the open, people are going to look at you funny... Wait a minute, how come Nagato-kun doesn&#039;t need to wear this?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I only bought two sets. Since they come with accessories, they were very expensive.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where&#039;d you buy this stuff anyway?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Internet.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Lol Fairly Oddparents.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... Right.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki picked up the paper bag containing the flyers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Let&#039;s go, Mitsuuru-kun.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai hugged himself tightly and looked at me pleadingly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m so sorry, Asahina-senpai. I just couldn&#039;t dredge up any resistance. Besides, Haruki’s stripping nearly killed me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai tried to grab the table and resist, sobbing like a kid, but he was no match for Haruki’s strength. He was dragged away by Haruki, and the two Chippendales disappeared from the room. Just as I sat down dejectedly, feeling really guilty... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nagato Yuuki pointed on the ground. I looked and saw two male uniforms lying there... Erm, are those heart-patterned boxers I just saw? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The thin, spectacled boy pointed at the cabinet at the other side of the room and then went back to reading his book. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#039;t you pick up the clothes yourself!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sighed and went to pick up their clothes, placing them in the cabinet. Aggh, you could feel their body heat on the clothes! They&#039;re still warm! Ew!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Half an hour later, an exhausted Asahina-senpai returned. It looked like he had been crying. Should I say something? I hurriedly gave him a chair, and like last time, he simply sat down and drooped towards the table, his shoulders shivering. Looks like he doesn&#039;t even have the strength to change. In the face of such despair, my maternal instincts kicked in, so I took off my cardigan and draped it across his little shoulders. The presence of a sobbing Chippendale dancer and a bookworm who didn&#039;t care about what was going on, along with me who was utterly at a loss with what to do, had brought the atmosphere of the room to an all-time low. The screams of the Baseball Club could be heard in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I was about to think of what to make for dinner tonight, Haruki returned.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing he did was grind his teeth angrily: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn them! Damn those teachers! They always get in my way!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not sure why he was so angry, I coolly asked: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There a problem?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I hadn&#039;t even handed out half the fliers and in comes a stupid teacher asking us to stop handing them out! What the hell is wrong with her?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Idiot! If the teachers ignored something like students dressing up as Chippendales and handing out flyers at the school entrance, then that&#039;d be abnormal! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mitsuuru-kun was nearly in tears, I got taken to see the Principal, and then Handball Queen Okabe showed up!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll bet the Principal and Okabe-sensei probably didn&#039;t know where to put their eyes when looking at you dressed in that outfit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Yes, I mistakenly kept the principal as male in my version of Chapter One. I’ll fix that.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Gah, this makes me ANGRY! That&#039;s it! You’re all dismissed!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki slowly took off his cuffs and then proceeded to strip of his shirt. I immediately ran out of the room at top speed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;How long are you going to cry like that? Where are your balls now, eh? Hurry up and change!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I leaned on the corridor wall and waited for them to change. In any case, it doesn’t look like he was doing that to attract women; just that he was trying to attract attention in general. Does he even know how an outfit like that would affect people?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It looks like, at this rate, there&#039;s no way he can experience a normal romantic relationship. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish he could be more considerate of how girls think. At least be considerate for me! Honestly, to hang out with such a crazy person is really exhausting. Besides, I had to wish for that for Asahina-senpai&#039;s sake . Right... Nagato, at least let us know what your opinion is! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A while later, Asahina-senpai emerged from the room, giving a sad expression of someone who had just failed his exams. He needed to support himself on the wall to stop from falling down. I didn’t know what I could possibly say to him, so I just stood there in silence. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Kyon-nee-san...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His voice sounds as insubstantial as one of those ghosts from the haunted sunken cruise ships. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You promised to protect me from Suzumiya-san... Why didn’t you?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really don’t have anything to say… and, why are you calling me Kyon as well!? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Asahina-senpai returned my cardigan to me in a robotic way, turned, and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Poor kid… dammit, Haruki!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, Asahina-senpai took the day off. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki was already famous enough in school, but after the stripper incident, his name and weirdness had become the stuff of school legend. Not that I really mind, since Haruki’s actions are NOT MY FAULT. Not at all! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I do mind though, is that Suzumiya Haruki&#039;s actions have caused everyone to start gossiping about poor Asahina Mitsuuru-senpai as well. That, and the odd glares I received from everyone at school. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Kyon... seems like you&#039;re having a fun time with Suzumiya...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taniguchi said to me in a sarcastic tone after school. &amp;quot;I never thought you’d get that close to him... I guess nothing is really impossible, huh?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, shut up! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I was so suprised! Seeing some kind of male strippers while I was heading home, I thought I was dreaming!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: That line becomes much funnier genderbended.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Kunikida joined in the conversation, carrying a familiar-looking flier with her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note again: I can imagine Kunikida taking a flier from Haruki while drooling copiously.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What’s this “SOS Brigade”? What&#039;s it about?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go ask Haruki that question. I don&#039;t know, nor do I want to. Even if I did, I don&#039;t feel like telling you! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It asks us to provide any paranormal events, but it doesn&#039;t define what those are. And, what does it mean by not handling normal paranormal events?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aggh, stop talking! I don’t want to think about it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even Asakura Ryou came to have a word with me. That was when I felt really guilty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You guys seem to be doing some interesting stuff. But if it&#039;s something that&#039;s as overboard as that, I’d suggest you to stop at once. You guys went too far yesterday.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I had known, I would have joined Asahina-senpai in taking the day off… &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki is still mad. On one hand, he&#039;s mad that the teachers stopped him from handing out the fliers; on the other hand, he&#039;s mad that the SOS Brigade email inbox is completely empty. I expected one or two prank mails in the inbox, but it turns out people were more rational than I thought. I guess, after the display yesterday, no one wants to get involved with what appears to be a strip club? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki scowled at the empty inbox, shaking the optical mouse vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Why is no one sending us any mail?!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;There wasn&#039;t any yesterday or today. Maybe it’s just that our club looks too shady for everyone to share their paranormal experiences with us?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to explain. I don’t think I was very convincing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
‘Have you experienced any paranormal events?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Oh, that&#039;s great, then please tell me.’ ‘All right, actually...’ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, please! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Something like would never happen, OK? YOU listen up, Haruki! Those sorts of things would only occur in a cheap light novel series! Real life is very cruel. Things like a conspiracy to destroy the world from a normal prefecture high school, evil demons from another plan of existence, or a spaceship hidden inside a mountain, all these things are impossible. Impossible! You hear me? You understand now, don&#039;t you? All your crazy behaviour is a result of you not being able to find a way to release your unhappy emotions, isn&#039;t that right? But now it&#039;s time for you to wake up! You should settle down and find a girlfriend who would walk with you to school every day and who you could take to the movies on Sundays, or maybe you should join some sports clubs to release all that excess energy. With your abilities, you&#039;d get into the first team you picked in no time, becoming an full-time member. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...I had wanted to say a lot more, but I had only thought up the first five lines when Haruki’s fists started waving at me, so I&#039;d better stop here. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mitsuuru-kun took the day off today?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Maybe he&#039;s not ever coming back. I hope he wasn’t permanently traumatized by what you did yesterday, poor kid...&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Damn, a pity! And I had prepared a new costume for him today too!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Can’t you just wear these things by yourself?!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What? No, this one wouldn’t fit me at all. I did get one for you, though.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki grinned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“You know, the present I promised you?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no, no no no. God no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
“Oh! Look at the time! I promised to prepare dinner tonight! I gotta go, bye!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dashed out of the clubroom to Haruki’s shouts of ‘Hey, wait!’ Dammit, Nagato, can’t you ever say anything at all? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki’s ‘mysterious transfer student’ had finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Haruki himself told me the ‘great’ news before homeroom the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It’s awesome, isn’t it? The transfer student&#039;s really here! I&#039;m so happy!&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki leaned forward towards me, speaking elatedly. His intense smile was like a kindergarten kid finally getting the toy he’d wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Best. Most Truthful. Analogy. Ever.] &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#039;t know where he got it from, but the transfer student is apparently going to be in Class 1-9.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Chance! It’s too bad they’re not in our class, but they’re definitely a mysterious transfer student, no mistake about that!” &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You haven&#039;t even met him or her, so how do you even know if they&#039;re a mysterious transfer student? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Eh? I already told you. A high percentage of those that get transferred in the middle of the school term are abnormal.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where on earth did you get such a statistic? The Internet? Aren’t 75% percent of statistics on the Internet made up on the spot?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: I love this joke, so I had to use it. Looks like Kyon-chan kinda missed it, though.]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Besides, if everyone who gets transferred in the middle of May is abnormal, then there&#039;d be loads of mysterious transfer students all over Japan. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Haruki’s way of thinking, though, cannot be confined by logic. After the first session bell rang, Haruki instantly bolted out of the classroom. He probably went to visit Mysterious Transfer Student in Class 1-9. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just before the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, he returned with a puzzled face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So are they a mysterious transfer student...?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm, doesn&#039;t feel like one.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn’t have expected anything else. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We talked, but I still don&#039;t have enough information. They could just be pretending to be a normal person, that’s a certainty. It’s not like they’d expose themselves on the first day anyway. I&#039;ll go ask again at the next break.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, please don&#039;t go ask again! I can imagine the Class 1-9 students, who had nothing to do with Haruki, being scared to death by his sudden appearance while he grabbed one of the students to ask, &amp;quot;Where&#039;s the mysterious transfer student?&amp;quot;, before he rushed in. That, or he’d barge in when the student was having a conversation with his (or her) friends and interrogate the startled transfer student with questions like &amp;quot;Where are you from? Who are you really? Are you an alien? Will you marry me?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aggh, just thinking about it gives me a headache!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At this moment, I thought of something else. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is the transfer student a guy or a girl?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mm, though she could be cleverly disguising herself, she appears to be female.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then I’m pretty sure she’s a girl! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then it seems like the SOS Brigade has a chance of recruiting another female member besides me. Haruki might just carry that transfer student in the door without hearing her opinion simply because she&#039;s new. Although, it might save me from cosplaying as a bunny girl or something just as horrifying. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No matter how strong-willed Haruki is, someone with just as strong a will would just ignore him. Of course, they’d also have to be strong enough to avoid being carried off…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As long as we have the numbers, the &amp;quot;Save the world by Overloading it with Fun: Suzumiya Haruki’s Brigade&amp;quot; would be formed as an association. It doesn’t matter if the school recognizes it or not; the person that will have to do all the menial secretarial tasks is... me! For the next three years, I’ll carry the title of &amp;quot;Subordinate of Suzumiya Haruki&amp;quot; and live my days in despair!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[Editor’s note: Kyon-chan is in despair! Being Haruki’s subordinate has left her in despair!]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still hadn&#039;t thought of what I want to do when I graduate, but if I wanted to go to a university, I’d have to behave myself. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as long as I&#039;m at Haruki’s side, it seems that this wish could never become true. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn&#039;t think of anything. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know that I should have just confronted Haruki, had him dismiss the SOS Brigade, and then tried my best to persuade him to live a normal high school life. Perhaps I could have gotten him to stop thinking about aliens and time travelers, settle down and find a girlfriend, or join some sports club, and be content with these three years of high school. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
…It would have been really great if I had done that! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I&#039;d had stronger willpower, I wouldn&#039;t have gotten sucked so helplessly into the  black hole centred around Suzumiya Haruki. I would have just lived out these three years of high school and graduated in a normal fashion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... Oh how I wish! I wish it could have been like that! If wishes were fishes!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The reason I&#039;m saying all this is because of all the strange events that happened to me afterward; everyone understands how I’m thinking, right? &lt;br /&gt;
Where to begin…? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Right, let&#039;s start from when the mysterious transfer student first arrived in our clubroom.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Zero_no_Tsukaima_Registration&amp;diff=19622</id>
		<title>Zero no Tsukaima Registration</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Zero_no_Tsukaima_Registration&amp;diff=19622"/>
		<updated>2007-08-12T20:18:14Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: /* Volume 2 - Albion of the Wind / 風のアルビオン */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;To re-iterate the registration procedure:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
please register your intended chapters here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*This is not some Binding Contract of &amp;quot;I must do the work I put down here&amp;quot;. Choices put down here are negotiable between translators (including their own selves who signed up for it).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== List ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Volume 1 - The Zero&#039;s Familiar/ゼロの使い魔===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Kingdom of Magic&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Insert &amp;amp; Back Cover - Kuroneko - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[user:Yuko|Yuko]] &amp;amp; [[user:Cala-kun|Cala-kun]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 2 - Kuroneko &amp;amp; [[user:Cala-kun|Cala-kun]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039; &lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 3 - [[user:Sushi-Y|Sushi-Y]] &amp;amp; [[user:Cala-kun|Cala-kun]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Gandalfr&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 4 - [[user:Cala-kun|Cala-kun]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 5 - [[user:Claies|Claies]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 6 - [[user:Claies|Claies]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 7 - [[user:Claies|Claies]] [[user:TheDefend|(TheDefend ~Preview~)]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 8 - [[user:christof|christof]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Volume 2 - Albion of the Wind / 風のアルビオン===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 1 - [[user:christof|christof]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 2 - [[user:Claies|Claies]] - &#039;&#039;&#039;Completed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 3 - [[user:GDsMDDLFNGR|GDsMDDLFNGR]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 4 - [[user:christof|christof]]--&amp;gt;Will start soon...&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 5 - [[user:naturesbless|naturesbless]] - Working on it&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 6 - [[user:Claies|Claies]] - Target Completion Date:  8/15/2007&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 7 - ([[Darknemo2000|Darknemo2000]] ~Preview~)&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 8 - [[user:Magus|Magus]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Series Overview ==&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 1 - Zero&#039;s Familiar / ゼロの使い魔&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 2 - Albion of the Wind / 風のアルビオン&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 3 - The Founder&#039;s Prayer Book / 始祖の祈祷書 &lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 4 - The Contract Water Spirit / 誓約の水精霊&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 5 - Tristania&#039;s Holiday / トリスタニアの休日&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 6 - The Ruby of Atonement / 贖罪の炎赤石&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 7 - The Silver Pentecost / 銀の降臨祭&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 8 - The Serenade of Nostalgia / 望郷の小夜曲&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 9 - The Ball of Twin Moons / 双月の舞踏会&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 10 - The Hero of Ivaldi / イーヴァルディの勇者&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Registration Page]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Suzumiya_Haruhi&amp;diff=19247</id>
		<title>Suzumiya Haruhi</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Suzumiya_Haruhi&amp;diff=19247"/>
		<updated>2007-07-26T23:45:54Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: /* Volume 9 - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Dissociation of Suzumiya Haruhi&amp;#039;&amp;#039; / 第九巻: 涼宮ハルヒの分裂 */&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The Suzumiya Haruhi series is available in the following languages:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[SPA_Suzumiya_Haruhi|Español (Spanish)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%28version_fran%C3%A7aise%29|Français (French)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%7E_Vietnamese_version|Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%7E_Italian_Version|Italiano (Italian)]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_PT-br|Português do Brasil (Brazilian Portuguese)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%7E_Indonesian_Version|Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Note: Translation progress varies for each version.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Story Synopsis ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not your average Japanese High School Story! Kyon is a first year student at North High. Sitting behind him is an intelligent, energetic and very bored Suzumiya Haruhi who introduces herself as having no interest in &amp;quot;normal humans&amp;quot; and that any aliens, time travelers, sliders, or espers should come forward and join her. Why is she so particular about non-humans? &amp;quot;Because humans are no fun at all!&amp;quot; Kyon is soon wrapped up in this unusual girl&#039;s attempts to make life more interesting, and quickly discovers the world is a lot more amazing than Haruhi could ever be allowed to know.&lt;br /&gt;
== Translation ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Format Standards ===&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Every Chapter (after editing) must conform to the agreed points highlighted in the below guidelines&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Format_guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Guideline|Project Specific translation and format conventions]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some of these chapters are translations of the &#039;&#039;&#039;Chinese edition&#039;&#039;&#039; of the novels, which are known to have some minor mistakes compared to the original Japanese text. If you have access to the originals and you spot an error, &#039;&#039;&#039;please feel free to make the corrections yourself&#039;&#039;&#039; - this is a Wiki which means it&#039;s meant for anyone to fix things (and if you screw up, we can revert back your changes if all deem necessary). We can see the corrections you make, so just go ahead instead of hiding or waiting for permission.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strato (of #a.f.k. translator fame) is currently translating the novels on his own terms, from &#039;&#039;&#039;Japanese to English&#039;&#039;&#039;. If you would like to view that [http://www12.brinkster.com/stratoct/haruhi.htm translation], you are more than welcome to do so. However, please keep in mind that this does not mean you can simply replace the current translations as is. If there were details that were missed in our Translation Teams scripts that should be changed, feel free to make the changes. Replacing the entire script immediately is a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a [[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Timeline|story timeline]] available which organizes the stories in the novels in chronological order, should you want to read everything ordered by date. =)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Updates ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*June 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;
**Translation of Chapter 2 of Volume 9 complete.&lt;br /&gt;
**Translation of Haruhi Theater act.2 complete.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*July 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;
**Translation of Chapter 3 of Volume 9 complete.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Older updates can be found [[Update|here]].&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== The &#039;&#039;Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; series, by [[Tanigawa Nagaru]] ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Full Text|Volume 1 - &#039;&#039;The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第一巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱]]===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter4|Chapter 4]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter5|Chapter 5]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter6|Chapter 6]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter7|Chapter 7]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Editor&#039;s Notes|Editor&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Translator&#039;s Notes|Translator&#039;s Notes and References]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Full Text|Volume 2 - &#039;&#039;The Sighs of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第二巻: 涼宮ハルヒの溜息]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Prologue|Prologue]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter2|Chapter 2]]  &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter4|Chapter 4]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter5|Chapter 5]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Author&#039;s notes|Author&#039;s notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Full Text|Volume 3 - &#039;&#039;The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第三巻: 涼宮ハルヒの退屈]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi|The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Bamboo_Leaf_Rhapsody|Bamboo Leaf Rhapsody]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Mystérique Sign|Mystérique Sign]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Lone Island Syndrome|Lone Island Syndrome]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume4 Full Text|Volume 4 - &#039;&#039;The Disappearance of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第四巻: 涼宮ハルヒの消失]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter4|Chapter 4]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter5|Chapter 5]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter6|Chapter 6]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Full Text|Volume 5 - &#039;&#039;The Rampage of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第五巻: 涼宮ハルヒの暴走]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume5_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Prologue - Summer|Prologue - Summer]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Endless Eight|Endless Eight]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Prologue - Autumn|Prologue - Autumn]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 The Day of Sagittarius|The Day of Sagittarius]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Prologue - Winter|Prologue - Winter]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Snow Mountain Syndrome|Snow Mountain Syndrome]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume6 Full Text|Volume 6 - &#039;&#039;The Wavering of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第六巻: 涼宮ハルヒの動揺]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume6 Live A Live|Live A Live]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6 Asahina Mikuru&#039;s Adventure Episode 00|Asahina Mikuru&#039;s Adventure Episode 00]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6_Charmed at First Sight LOVER|Charmed at First Sight LOVER]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6 Where did the Cat Go?|Where did the Cat Go?]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6_The_Melancholy_of_Asahina_Mikuru|The Melancholy of Asahina Mikuru]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume7 Full Text|Volume 7 - &#039;&#039;The Intrigues of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第七巻: 涼宮ハルヒの陰謀]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 4|Chapter 4]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 5|Chapter 5]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 6|Chapter 6]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 7|Chapter 7]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Translator&#039;s_Notes|Translator&#039;s Notes and References]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Full Text|Volume 8 - &#039;&#039;The Indignation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第八巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憤慨]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Editor in Chief★Straight Ahead!|Editor in Chief★Straight Ahead!]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Wandering Shadow|Wandering Shadow]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9 Full Text|Volume 9 - &#039;&#039;The Dissociation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第九巻: 涼宮ハルヒの分裂]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume9_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Chapter_1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Chapter_2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Chapter_3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume9_Translator&#039;s_Notes|Translator&#039;s Notes and References]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Haruhi Theater / ハルヒ劇場 ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Haruhi_Theater_act.1|&#039;&#039;Haruhi Theater act.1&#039;&#039; / ハルヒ劇場 act.1]] (44% Completed)&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Haruhi_Theater_act.2|&#039;&#039;Haruhi Theater act.2&#039;&#039; / ハルヒ劇場 act.2]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===[[Interview with Tanigawa Nagaru|Interview with Tanigawa Nagaru]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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== Project Staff ==&lt;br /&gt;
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*Project Administrator: [[User:thelastguardian|thelastguardian]]&lt;br /&gt;
*Project Supervisor: [[user:Onizuka-gto|Onizuka-gto]]&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Translators ===&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;ACTIVE&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:An_Engrish_speaker|An Engrish Speaker]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:BaKaFiSh|BaKaFiSh]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Canthelpit|Canthelpit]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Deskoh91|Deskoh91]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:GDsMDDLFNGR|GDsMDDLFNGR]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:HolyCow|HolyCow]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Kinny Riddle|Kinny Riddle]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Magus|Magus]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Shiratoriryuuko|Shiratoriryuuko]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;A.W.O.L&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Harunako|Harunako]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;M.I.A&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*&#039;&#039;None&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;K.I.A&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:arcticphoenix16|arcticphoenix16]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Freak Of Nature|Freak Of Nature]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;Scripts Partially Contributed&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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We would like to thank these users for contributing portions of translated script:&lt;br /&gt;
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*[[user:skythewood|skythewood]]&lt;br /&gt;
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Note: Please [[User_talk:Thelastguardian|contact thelastguardian]] if you are planning to contribute a significant amount of script.&lt;br /&gt;
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User who wish to contribute partially translated scripts but wish not to continue with the whole chapter i.e. become a fully fledged Project Translator therefore expected to contribute regularly.&lt;br /&gt;
Please inform [[user:onizuka-gto|onizuka-gto]] before submitting, this includes both Anonymous &amp;amp; Registered Users.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;Translators are asked to [[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they&#039;re working on&#039;&#039;&#039; (see [[Format_guideline#Translators|the Guideline page]] for usage rules).&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Editors ===&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the Project Editorial Team.&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;ACTIVE&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:The naming game|The naming game]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:Bicube|Bicube]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:Darkoneko|Darkoneko]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:Nutcase|Nutcase]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:Smidge204|Smidge204]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Molitar|Molitar]] (PDF Editor)&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Velocity7|velocity7]] (Image Editor)&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;A.W.O.L&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:BlckKnght|BlckKnght]]&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;R&amp;amp;R&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[user:Da~Mike|Da~Mike]]&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;M.I.A&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:keito|keito]]&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;K.I.A&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Adelina|Adelina]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Ryukaiser|Ryukaiser]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Baltakatei|Baltakatei]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[User:Psieye|Psieye]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Eleutheria|Eleutheria]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Series Overview ==&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 1 - &#039;&#039;The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第一巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱 (Published June 6, 2003, ISBN 4-04-429201-9)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 2 - &#039;&#039;The Sighs of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第二巻: 涼宮ハルヒの溜息 (Published September 30, 2003, ISBN 4-04-429202-7)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 3 - &#039;&#039;The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第三巻: 涼宮ハルヒの退屈 (Published December 27, 2003, ISBN 4-04-429203-5)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 4 - &#039;&#039;The Disappearance of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第四巻: 涼宮ハルヒの消失 (Published July 31, 2004, ISBN 4-04-429204-3)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 5 - &#039;&#039;The Rampage of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第五巻: 涼宮ハルヒの暴走 (Published September 30, 2004 ISBN 4-04-429205-1)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 6 - &#039;&#039;The Wavering of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第六巻: 涼宮ハルヒの動揺 (Published March 31, 2005, ISBN 4-04-429206-X)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 7 - &#039;&#039;The Intrigues of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第七巻: 涼宮ハルヒの陰謀 (Published August 31, 2005, ISBN 4-04-429207-8)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 8 - &#039;&#039;The Indignation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第八巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憤慨 (Published May 1, 2006, ISBN 4-04-429208-6)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 9 - &#039;&#039;The Dissociation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第九巻: 涼宮ハルヒの分裂 (Published April 1, 2007, ISBN 978-4-04-429209-6)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 10 - &#039;&#039;The Astonishment of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第十巻: 涼宮ハルヒの驚愕 (To be announced, ISBN N/A)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Magus&amp;diff=18805</id>
		<title>User:Magus</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Magus&amp;diff=18805"/>
		<updated>2007-07-13T01:15:49Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: Ah ma meh.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It&#039;s Magus!!!!! NOT magus!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DIFFERENCE IS LIKE PUMPKIN AND SQUASH!!!! GOT THAT?&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Magus&amp;diff=18804</id>
		<title>User:Magus</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Magus&amp;diff=18804"/>
		<updated>2007-07-13T01:12:20Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: Ah meh......&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It&#039;s Magus!!!!! NOT magus!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE DIFFERENCE IS LIKE PUMPKIN AND PUMPKING!!!! GOT THAT?&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Suzumiya_Haruhi&amp;diff=18646</id>
		<title>Suzumiya Haruhi</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Suzumiya_Haruhi&amp;diff=18646"/>
		<updated>2007-07-07T04:35:28Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: /* Volume 9 - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Dissociation of Suzumiya Haruhi&amp;#039;&amp;#039; / 第九巻: 涼宮ハルヒの分裂 */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The Suzumiya Haruhi series is available in the following languages:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[SPA_Suzumiya_Haruhi|Español (Spanish)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%28version_fran%C3%A7aise%29|Français (French)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%7E_Vietnamese_version|Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%7E_Italian_Version|Italiano (Italian)]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_PT-br|Português do Brasil (Brazilian Portuguese)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi_%7E_Indonesian_Version|Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)]]&lt;br /&gt;
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(Note: Translation progress varies for each version.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
== Story Synopsis ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not your average Japanese High School Story! Kyon is a first year student at North High. Sitting behind him is an intelligent, energetic and very bored Suzumiya Haruhi who introduces herself as having no interest in &amp;quot;normal humans&amp;quot; and that any aliens, time travelers, sliders, or espers should come forward and join her. Why is she so particular about non-humans? &amp;quot;Because humans are no fun at all!&amp;quot; Kyon is soon wrapped up in this unusual girl&#039;s attempts to make life more interesting, and quickly discovers the world is a lot more amazing than Haruhi could ever be allowed to know.&lt;br /&gt;
== Translation ==&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Format Standards ===&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;Every Chapter (after editing) must conform to the agreed points highlighted in the below guidelines&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Format_guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Guideline|Project Specific translation and format conventions]]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Some of these chapters are translations of the &#039;&#039;&#039;Chinese edition&#039;&#039;&#039; of the novels, which are known to have some minor mistakes compared to the original Japanese text. If you have access to the originals and you spot an error, &#039;&#039;&#039;please feel free to make the corrections yourself&#039;&#039;&#039; - this is a Wiki which means it&#039;s meant for anyone to fix things (and if you screw up, we can revert back your changes if all deem necessary). We can see the corrections you make, so just go ahead instead of hiding or waiting for permission.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strato (of #a.f.k. translator fame) is currently translating the novels on his own terms, from &#039;&#039;&#039;Japanese to English&#039;&#039;&#039;. If you would like to view that [http://www12.brinkster.com/stratoct/haruhi.htm translation], you are more than welcome to do so. However, please keep in mind that this does not mean you can simply replace the current translations as is. If there were details that were missed in our Translation Teams scripts that should be changed, feel free to make the changes. Replacing the entire script immediately is a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is a [[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Timeline|story timeline]] available which organizes the stories in the novels in chronological order, should you want to read everything ordered by date. :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
== Updates ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*May 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;
**Translation of the interview with Tanigawa Nagaru complete.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*June 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;
**Volume 9 - Chapter 2 Translation complete.&lt;br /&gt;
**Haruhi Theater act.2 Translation complete.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Older updates can be found [[Update|here]].&lt;br /&gt;
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== The &#039;&#039;Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; series, by [[Tanigawa Nagaru]] ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Full Text|Volume 1 - &#039;&#039;The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第一巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱]]===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter4|Chapter 4]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter5|Chapter 5]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter6|Chapter 6]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Chapter7|Chapter 7]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Editor&#039;s Notes|Editor&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume1_Translator&#039;s Notes|Translator&#039;s Notes and References]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Full Text|Volume 2 - &#039;&#039;The Sighs of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第二巻: 涼宮ハルヒの溜息]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Prologue|Prologue]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter2|Chapter 2]]  &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter4|Chapter 4]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Chapter5|Chapter 5]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume2_Author&#039;s notes|Author&#039;s notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Full Text|Volume 3 - &#039;&#039;The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第三巻: 涼宮ハルヒの退屈]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi|The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Bamboo_Leaf_Rhapsody|Bamboo Leaf Rhapsody]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Mystérique Sign|Mystérique Sign]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Lone Island Syndrome|Lone Island Syndrome]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume3_Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume4 Full Text|Volume 4 - &#039;&#039;The Disappearance of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第四巻: 涼宮ハルヒの消失]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter4|Chapter 4]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter5|Chapter 5]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Chapter6|Chapter 6]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume4_Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Full Text|Volume 5 - &#039;&#039;The Rampage of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第五巻: 涼宮ハルヒの暴走]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume5_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Prologue - Summer|Prologue - Summer]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Endless Eight|Endless Eight]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Prologue - Autumn|Prologue - Autumn]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 The Day of Sagittarius|The Day of Sagittarius]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Prologue - Winter|Prologue - Winter]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Snow Mountain Syndrome|Snow Mountain Syndrome]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume5 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume6 Full Text|Volume 6 - &#039;&#039;The Wavering of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第六巻: 涼宮ハルヒの動揺]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume6 Live A Live|Live A Live]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6 Asahina Mikuru&#039;s Adventure Episode 00|Asahina Mikuru&#039;s Adventure Episode 00]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6_Charmed at First Sight LOVER|Charmed at First Sight LOVER]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6 Where did the Cat Go?|Where did the Cat Go?]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6_The_Melancholy_of_Asahina_Mikuru|The Melancholy of Asahina Mikuru]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume6 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
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===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume7 Full Text|Volume 7 - &#039;&#039;The Intrigues of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第七巻: 涼宮ハルヒの陰謀]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 1|Chapter 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 3|Chapter 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 4|Chapter 4]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 5|Chapter 5]] &lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 6|Chapter 6]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Chapter 7|Chapter 7]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Epilogue|Epilogue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume7_Translator&#039;s_Notes|Translator&#039;s Notes and References]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Full Text|Volume 8 - &#039;&#039;The Indignation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第八巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憤慨]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Editor in Chief★Straight Ahead!|Editor in Chief★Straight Ahead!]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Wandering Shadow|Wandering Shadow]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume8 Author&#039;s Notes|Author&#039;s Notes]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*Translator&#039;s Notes and References&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9 Full Text|Volume 9 - &#039;&#039;The Dissociation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第九巻: 涼宮ハルヒの分裂]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Illustrations|Color Illustrations]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume9_Prologue|Prologue]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Chapter_1|Chapter 1]] (30% Completed)&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Chapter_2|Chapter 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya Haruhi:Volume9_Chapter_3|Chapter 3]] (34% Completed)&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Suzumiya_Haruhi:Volume9_Translator&#039;s_Notes|Translator&#039;s Notes and References]]&lt;br /&gt;
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=== Haruhi Theater series / ハルヒ劇場 ===&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Haruhi_Theater_act.1|&#039;&#039;Haruhi Theater act.1&#039;&#039; / ハルヒ劇場 act.1]] (31% Completed)&lt;br /&gt;
::*[[Haruhi_Theater_act.2|&#039;&#039;Haruhi Theater act.2&#039;&#039; / ハルヒ劇場 act.2]]&lt;br /&gt;
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===[[Interview with Tanigawa Nagaru|Interview with Tanigawa Nagaru]] ===&lt;br /&gt;
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== Series Overview ==&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 1 - &#039;&#039;The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第一巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱 (Published June 6, 2003, ISBN 4-04-429201-9)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 2 - &#039;&#039;The Sighs of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第二巻: 涼宮ハルヒの溜息 (Published September 30, 2003, ISBN 4-04-429202-7)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 3 - &#039;&#039;The Boredom of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第三巻: 涼宮ハルヒの退屈 (Published December 27, 2003, ISBN 4-04-429203-5)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 4 - &#039;&#039;The Disappearance of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第四巻: 涼宮ハルヒの消失 (Published July 31, 2004, ISBN 4-04-429204-3)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 5 - &#039;&#039;The Rampage of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第五巻: 涼宮ハルヒの暴走 (Published September 30, 2004 ISBN 4-04-429205-1)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 6 - &#039;&#039;The Wavering of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第六巻: 涼宮ハルヒの動揺 (Published March 31, 2005, ISBN 4-04-429206-X)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 7 - &#039;&#039;The Intrigues of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第七巻: 涼宮ハルヒの陰謀 (Published August 31, 2005, ISBN 4-04-429207-8)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 8 - &#039;&#039;The Indignation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第八巻: 涼宮ハルヒの憤慨 (Published May 1, 2006, ISBN 4-04-429208-6)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 9 - &#039;&#039;The Dissociation of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第九巻: 涼宮ハルヒの分裂 (Published April 1, 2007, ISBN 978-4-04-429209-6)&lt;br /&gt;
* Volume 10 - &#039;&#039;The Astonishment of Suzumiya Haruhi&#039;&#039; / 第十巻: 涼宮ハルヒの驚愕 (To be announced, ISBN N/A)&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>User:Setherzam</title>
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		<updated>2007-06-22T01:49:22Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: /* Gasai Yuno */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Psycho-Loli&#039;&#039;&#039; (サイコ-ロリ) is a Baka-Tsuki term for a female character that display sudden signs of violence and mental instability. It is a character archetype in many Japanese anime, games and manga. The term is exclusive only for women (who are usually under the age of consent), while the term ‘Psycho-shota’ may be applied, in rare cases, to male characters who display similar traits. Like nekomimi and tsunderekko, Psycho-Lolis are considered to be moe-inspiring characters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The term ‘Psycho-Loli’ is not to be mixed up with the term Yandere, which has a similar meaning. While ‘Psycho-Loli’ applies to any female character that displays signs of mental instability, ‘Yandere’ only applies to characters who appear kind and loving on the outside but is actually brutal and psychotic on the inside. As such, ‘Psycho-Loli’ could be considered to be a more general term.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Famous Psycho-Lolis:==&lt;br /&gt;
Note: This is not a complete list. Additional characters may be added over time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Ryuugu “Rena” Reina===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Rena.jpg|thumb|right|Ryuugu Reina in the horror mystery anime, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Often seen wielding a large cleaver, Ryuugu “Rena” Reina is one of the most famous examples of a ‘Psycho-Loli’. While she appears to be generally nice and friendly on the outside, all it takes is a mention of a Shrine God named ‘Oyashiro-sama’ for her to start displaying signs of psychoticness. She is a fervent believer of Oyashiro-sama and his so-called curse, one which affects any villager who dares leave their village of Hinamizawa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She also appears to have an insatiable liking for things cute and sweet, including (but not limited to) stuffed bears, dolls, broken rice cookers, old tires and broken figures of the Colonel. &lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Smashing all the windows in her school with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Apologizing in the middle of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Taking an entire school hostage with a home-made time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Chopping up her dad’s girlfriend with a cleaver&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* USO DA!! (You Liar!!)&lt;br /&gt;
:* “… kana, kana?”&lt;br /&gt;
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===Dokuro-chan===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Dokuro.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime Series: Bokusatsu Tenshi: Dokuro-chan&lt;br /&gt;
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Dokuro-chan is an angel from the future who has come to the present to protect a certain boy named Sakura. She brandishes the large spiked club named Excalibolg, which she uses to protect Sakura from harm. The club also doubles as an excellent tool for punishment, and more often than not it is used to bash Sakura to death. In addition, it allows Dokuro-chan to transmogrify annoying people (such as the class representative) into various animals (like monkeys or dogs).&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing Sakura during the first 5 minutes of any given episode&lt;br /&gt;
:* Having explosive diarrhea as her halo is removed&lt;br /&gt;
:* Turning the class rep into a monkey&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Pipiru piru piru Pipiru Pi!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Oh no, Sakura-kun’s brains are going down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;
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===Suigintou A.K.A Gin-sama===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Suigintou.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Suigintou with her wings extended&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Rozen Maiden&lt;br /&gt;
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The first doll of the Rozen Maiden collection. Her desire to win the Alice Game is the strongest of all the dolls, and is primarily driven by her wish to gain the attention of &amp;quot;Father&amp;quot;. Sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant (all as a result of her spectacular inferiority complex), Suigintou has no inhibitions in the Alice Game. She will use any method possible, regardless of how brutal, to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the Anime Suigintou is missing her stomach section and a Rosa Mystica but through sheer desire to meet her father she is still able to move. Later she is granted a Rosa Mystica but was still missing a middle section which leads to Shinku believing that Suigintou still wasn&#039;t a Rozen Maiden. This sparked the intense hatred that Suigintou has fro Shinku which will be played on the rest of the series. In the manga she is complete but utterly miserable without her father. She derives a sadistic pleasure from causing pain and suffering to her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is a cold, spiteful doll to everyone but her medium Megu, a hospitalized girl who suffers a terminal heart disease. Megu wants Suigintou to drain her of everything leaving her dead but Suigintou refuses saying she does not need a medium.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Protecting Shinku from Barasuihou&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing her sister Souseiseki&lt;br /&gt;
:* Destroying a field of roses&lt;br /&gt;
:* Holding Souseiseki&#039;s grandmother and grandfather hostages&lt;br /&gt;
:* Ripping her own servant dolls apart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* JUNK! I&#039;LL TURN YOU ALL INTO JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Have your Lactic Acid bacteria yet?&lt;br /&gt;
:* Father!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Now I can say it proudly. I am Suigintou, the first Rozen Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;
:* The one who will become Alice ... is me! Me, who loves Father more then anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;
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===Morino Yoru===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Yoru.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Morino Yoru from the GOTH Manga&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Novel Series: GOTH&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;NOTE: Do not update this section with descriptions regarding details that haven&#039;t been translated in the wiki in order to minimize spoilers.&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Morino Yoru is a high school student obsessed with death. She has shown deep interests in torture devices and execution methods, and is seen frequently discussing these matters with the narrator of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Morino dresses in nothing but black. When asked for her reason for enrolling in her school, her reply was that it was &#039;the only school that had a black uniform&#039;. She has jet black hair that extends till her waist. On the other hand, her skin is deathly white, juxtaposing with her black outfits.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has also been the target of several criminals, none of which she was actually aware of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Slashing her own wrist in order to vent out her frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Dressing up as the murdered Nanami Miguchi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Could you teach me how to make that expression too?&lt;br /&gt;
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===Flandre Scarlet===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Flandre.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Flandre from Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Game Series: Touhou Project: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&lt;br /&gt;
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The younger sister of Remilia Scarlet (who is also the last boss of the game), Flandre Scarlet serves as the game&#039;s secret boss, one that can only be unlocked by beating the game in Normal mode or higher without using any continues.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like her sister, Flandre is also a vampire. However, she is almost always locked in the cellar due to her insanity. Although she is somewhat docile in nature, her psychoticness makes it hard for others to comprehend her.&lt;br /&gt;
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When vampires attack humans, they usually try not to kill their prey in order to feast on their blood later. However, since Flandre has always been fed with cooked dishes, she has no idea how to attack humans, which often results in her releasing all her power and blasting her prey to bits, without leaving a single drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flandre could also be considered an example of Yandere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with an insane amount of bullets (Danmaku)&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with more Danmaku&lt;br /&gt;
:* Waving the apocalyptic wand Lävatein.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I&#039;ve been in the basement for about 495 years&lt;br /&gt;
:* (A Shrine Maiden is impossible for you)&lt;br /&gt;
:* She died by the bullet, and then there were none ♪~&lt;br /&gt;
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===Gasai Yuno===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Mirainikkicover.jpg|thumb|right|Gasai Yuno]]&lt;br /&gt;
Manga Series: Mirai Nikki/未来日記 (Future Diary) by Esuno Sakae&lt;br /&gt;
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Cute, smart, honor student and stalker. She is the second person who&#039;s being granted a Future Diary and is also the protagonist&#039;s classmate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unlike the other Diarys, Yuno&#039;s Diary does not tell her own feature but gives her a update of the protagonist&#039;s future every 10mins instead. She is some what fearless and will do anything for the sake of the protagonist. Also skilled in using bladed weapons for some reason.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Runs from the teachers during the terrorist bombings to activate the motion sensors on the bombs.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Cutting off the 6th&#039;s hand.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Choped though the 12th head with a axe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I will do anything for Yuki!&lt;br /&gt;
:* This means Yuki&#039;s future...... belongs to Yuno.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>User:Setherzam</title>
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		<updated>2007-06-22T01:35:57Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: /* Gasai Yuno */&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Psycho-Loli&#039;&#039;&#039; (サイコ-ロリ) is a Baka-Tsuki term for a female character that display sudden signs of violence and mental instability. It is a character archetype in many Japanese anime, games and manga. The term is exclusive only for women (who are usually under the age of consent), while the term ‘Psycho-shota’ may be applied, in rare cases, to male characters who display similar traits. Like nekomimi and tsunderekko, Psycho-Lolis are considered to be moe-inspiring characters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The term ‘Psycho-Loli’ is not to be mixed up with the term Yandere, which has a similar meaning. While ‘Psycho-Loli’ applies to any female character that displays signs of mental instability, ‘Yandere’ only applies to characters who appear kind and loving on the outside but is actually brutal and psychotic on the inside. As such, ‘Psycho-Loli’ could be considered to be a more general term.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Famous Psycho-Lolis:==&lt;br /&gt;
Note: This is not a complete list. Additional characters may be added over time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Ryuugu “Rena” Reina===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Rena.jpg|thumb|right|Ryuugu Reina in the horror mystery anime, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Often seen wielding a large cleaver, Ryuugu “Rena” Reina is one of the most famous examples of a ‘Psycho-Loli’. While she appears to be generally nice and friendly on the outside, all it takes is a mention of a Shrine God named ‘Oyashiro-sama’ for her to start displaying signs of psychoticness. She is a fervent believer of Oyashiro-sama and his so-called curse, one which affects any villager who dares leave their village of Hinamizawa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She also appears to have an insatiable liking for things cute and sweet, including (but not limited to) stuffed bears, dolls, broken rice cookers, old tires and broken figures of the Colonel. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Smashing all the windows in her school with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Apologizing in the middle of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Taking an entire school hostage with a home-made time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Chopping up her dad’s girlfriend with a cleaver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* USO DA!! (You Liar!!)&lt;br /&gt;
:* “… kana, kana?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dokuro-chan===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Dokuro.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime Series: Bokusatsu Tenshi: Dokuro-chan&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dokuro-chan is an angel from the future who has come to the present to protect a certain boy named Sakura. She brandishes the large spiked club named Excalibolg, which she uses to protect Sakura from harm. The club also doubles as an excellent tool for punishment, and more often than not it is used to bash Sakura to death. In addition, it allows Dokuro-chan to transmogrify annoying people (such as the class representative) into various animals (like monkeys or dogs).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing Sakura during the first 5 minutes of any given episode&lt;br /&gt;
:* Having explosive diarrhea as her halo is removed&lt;br /&gt;
:* Turning the class rep into a monkey&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Pipiru piru piru Pipiru Pi!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Oh no, Sakura-kun’s brains are going down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Suigintou A.K.A Gin-sama===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Suigintou.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Suigintou with her wings extended&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Rozen Maiden&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first doll of the Rozen Maiden collection. Her desire to win the Alice Game is the strongest of all the dolls, and is primarily driven by her wish to gain the attention of &amp;quot;Father&amp;quot;. Sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant (all as a result of her spectacular inferiority complex), Suigintou has no inhibitions in the Alice Game. She will use any method possible, regardless of how brutal, to win.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the Anime Suigintou is missing her stomach section and a Rosa Mystica but through sheer desire to meet her father she is still able to move. Later she is granted a Rosa Mystica but was still missing a middle section which leads to Shinku believing that Suigintou still wasn&#039;t a Rozen Maiden. This sparked the intense hatred that Suigintou has fro Shinku which will be played on the rest of the series. In the manga she is complete but utterly miserable without her father. She derives a sadistic pleasure from causing pain and suffering to her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is a cold, spiteful doll to everyone but her medium Megu, a hospitalized girl who suffers a terminal heart disease. Megu wants Suigintou to drain her of everything leaving her dead but Suigintou refuses saying she does not need a medium.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Protecting Shinku from Barasuihou&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing her sister Souseiseki&lt;br /&gt;
:* Destroying a field of roses&lt;br /&gt;
:* Holding Souseiseki&#039;s grandmother and grandfather hostages&lt;br /&gt;
:* Ripping her own servant dolls apart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* JUNK! I&#039;LL TURN YOU ALL INTO JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Have your Lactic Acid bacteria yet?&lt;br /&gt;
:* Father!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Now I can say it proudly. I am Suigintou, the first Rozen Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;
:* The one who will become Alice ... is me! Me, who loves Father more then anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Morino Yoru===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Yoru.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Morino Yoru from the GOTH Manga&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Novel Series: GOTH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;NOTE: Do not update this section with descriptions regarding details that haven&#039;t been translated in the wiki in order to minimize spoilers.&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Morino Yoru is a high school student obsessed with death. She has shown deep interests in torture devices and execution methods, and is seen frequently discussing these matters with the narrator of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Morino dresses in nothing but black. When asked for her reason for enrolling in her school, her reply was that it was &#039;the only school that had a black uniform&#039;. She has jet black hair that extends till her waist. On the other hand, her skin is deathly white, juxtaposing with her black outfits.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has also been the target of several criminals, none of which she was actually aware of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Slashing her own wrist in order to vent out her frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Dressing up as the murdered Nanami Miguchi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Could you teach me how to make that expression too?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Flandre Scarlet===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Flandre.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Flandre from Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Game Series: Touhou Project: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The younger sister of Remilia Scarlet (who is also the last boss of the game), Flandre Scarlet serves as the game&#039;s secret boss, one that can only be unlocked by beating the game in Normal mode or higher without using any continues.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like her sister, Flandre is also a vampire. However, she is almost always locked in the cellar due to her insanity. Although she is somewhat docile in nature, her psychoticness makes it hard for others to comprehend her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When vampires attack humans, they usually try not to kill their prey in order to feast on their blood later. However, since Flandre has always been fed with cooked dishes, she has no idea how to attack humans, which often results in her releasing all her power and blasting her prey to bits, without leaving a single drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Flandre could also be considered an example of Yandere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with an insane amount of bullets (Danmaku)&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with more Danmaku&lt;br /&gt;
:* Waving the apocalyptic wand Lävatein.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I&#039;ve been in the basement for about 495 years&lt;br /&gt;
:* (A Shrine Maiden is impossible for you)&lt;br /&gt;
:* She died by the bullet, and then there were none ♪~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Gasai Yuno===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Mirainikkicover.jpg|thumb|right|Gasai Yuno]]&lt;br /&gt;
Manga Series: Mirai Nikki/未来日記 (Future Diary) by Esuno Sakae&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cute, smart, honor student and stalker. She is the second person who&#039;s being granted a Future Diary and is also the protagonist&#039;s classmate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unlike the other Diarys, Yuno&#039;s Diary does not tell her own feature but gives her a update of the protagonist&#039;s future every 10mins instead. She is some what fearless and will do anything for the sake of the protagonist. Also skilled in using bladed weapons for some reason.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Runs from the teachers during the terrorist bombings to activate the motion sensors on the bombs.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Cutting off the 6th&#039;s hand.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Choped though the 12th head with a axe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I will do anything for Yukikun&#039;s sake!&lt;br /&gt;
:* This means Yuki&#039;s future...... belongs to Yuno.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Setherzam&amp;diff=17953</id>
		<title>User:Setherzam</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Setherzam&amp;diff=17953"/>
		<updated>2007-06-22T01:34:22Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Psycho-Loli&#039;&#039;&#039; (サイコ-ロリ) is a Baka-Tsuki term for a female character that display sudden signs of violence and mental instability. It is a character archetype in many Japanese anime, games and manga. The term is exclusive only for women (who are usually under the age of consent), while the term ‘Psycho-shota’ may be applied, in rare cases, to male characters who display similar traits. Like nekomimi and tsunderekko, Psycho-Lolis are considered to be moe-inspiring characters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The term ‘Psycho-Loli’ is not to be mixed up with the term Yandere, which has a similar meaning. While ‘Psycho-Loli’ applies to any female character that displays signs of mental instability, ‘Yandere’ only applies to characters who appear kind and loving on the outside but is actually brutal and psychotic on the inside. As such, ‘Psycho-Loli’ could be considered to be a more general term.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Famous Psycho-Lolis:==&lt;br /&gt;
Note: This is not a complete list. Additional characters may be added over time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Ryuugu “Rena” Reina===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Rena.jpg|thumb|right|Ryuugu Reina in the horror mystery anime, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Often seen wielding a large cleaver, Ryuugu “Rena” Reina is one of the most famous examples of a ‘Psycho-Loli’. While she appears to be generally nice and friendly on the outside, all it takes is a mention of a Shrine God named ‘Oyashiro-sama’ for her to start displaying signs of psychoticness. She is a fervent believer of Oyashiro-sama and his so-called curse, one which affects any villager who dares leave their village of Hinamizawa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She also appears to have an insatiable liking for things cute and sweet, including (but not limited to) stuffed bears, dolls, broken rice cookers, old tires and broken figures of the Colonel. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Smashing all the windows in her school with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Apologizing in the middle of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Taking an entire school hostage with a home-made time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Chopping up her dad’s girlfriend with a cleaver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* USO DA!! (You Liar!!)&lt;br /&gt;
:* “… kana, kana?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dokuro-chan===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Dokuro.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime Series: Bokusatsu Tenshi: Dokuro-chan&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dokuro-chan is an angel from the future who has come to the present to protect a certain boy named Sakura. She brandishes the large spiked club named Excalibolg, which she uses to protect Sakura from harm. The club also doubles as an excellent tool for punishment, and more often than not it is used to bash Sakura to death. In addition, it allows Dokuro-chan to transmogrify annoying people (such as the class representative) into various animals (like monkeys or dogs).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing Sakura during the first 5 minutes of any given episode&lt;br /&gt;
:* Having explosive diarrhea as her halo is removed&lt;br /&gt;
:* Turning the class rep into a monkey&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Pipiru piru piru Pipiru Pi!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Oh no, Sakura-kun’s brains are going down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Suigintou A.K.A Gin-sama===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Suigintou.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Suigintou with her wings extended&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Rozen Maiden&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first doll of the Rozen Maiden collection. Her desire to win the Alice Game is the strongest of all the dolls, and is primarily driven by her wish to gain the attention of &amp;quot;Father&amp;quot;. Sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant (all as a result of her spectacular inferiority complex), Suigintou has no inhibitions in the Alice Game. She will use any method possible, regardless of how brutal, to win.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the Anime Suigintou is missing her stomach section and a Rosa Mystica but through sheer desire to meet her father she is still able to move. Later she is granted a Rosa Mystica but was still missing a middle section which leads to Shinku believing that Suigintou still wasn&#039;t a Rozen Maiden. This sparked the intense hatred that Suigintou has fro Shinku which will be played on the rest of the series. In the manga she is complete but utterly miserable without her father. She derives a sadistic pleasure from causing pain and suffering to her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is a cold, spiteful doll to everyone but her medium Megu, a hospitalized girl who suffers a terminal heart disease. Megu wants Suigintou to drain her of everything leaving her dead but Suigintou refuses saying she does not need a medium.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Protecting Shinku from Barasuihou&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing her sister Souseiseki&lt;br /&gt;
:* Destroying a field of roses&lt;br /&gt;
:* Holding Souseiseki&#039;s grandmother and grandfather hostages&lt;br /&gt;
:* Ripping her own servant dolls apart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* JUNK! I&#039;LL TURN YOU ALL INTO JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Have your Lactic Acid bacteria yet?&lt;br /&gt;
:* Father!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Now I can say it proudly. I am Suigintou, the first Rozen Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;
:* The one who will become Alice ... is me! Me, who loves Father more then anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Morino Yoru===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Yoru.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Morino Yoru from the GOTH Manga&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Novel Series: GOTH&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&#039;&#039;&#039;NOTE: Do not update this section with descriptions regarding details that haven&#039;t been translated in the wiki in order to minimize spoilers.&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Morino Yoru is a high school student obsessed with death. She has shown deep interests in torture devices and execution methods, and is seen frequently discussing these matters with the narrator of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Morino dresses in nothing but black. When asked for her reason for enrolling in her school, her reply was that it was &#039;the only school that had a black uniform&#039;. She has jet black hair that extends till her waist. On the other hand, her skin is deathly white, juxtaposing with her black outfits.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She has also been the target of several criminals, none of which she was actually aware of.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Slashing her own wrist in order to vent out her frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Dressing up as the murdered Nanami Miguchi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Could you teach me how to make that expression too?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Flandre Scarlet===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Flandre.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Flandre from Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Game Series: Touhou Project: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The younger sister of Remilia Scarlet (who is also the last boss of the game), Flandre Scarlet serves as the game&#039;s secret boss, one that can only be unlocked by beating the game in Normal mode or higher without using any continues.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like her sister, Flandre is also a vampire. However, she is almost always locked in the cellar due to her insanity. Although she is somewhat docile in nature, her psychoticness makes it hard for others to comprehend her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When vampires attack humans, they usually try not to kill their prey in order to feast on their blood later. However, since Flandre has always been fed with cooked dishes, she has no idea how to attack humans, which often results in her releasing all her power and blasting her prey to bits, without leaving a single drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Flandre could also be considered an example of Yandere.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with an insane amount of bullets (Danmaku)&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with more Danmaku&lt;br /&gt;
:* Waving the apocalyptic wand Lävatein.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I&#039;ve been in the basement for about 495 years&lt;br /&gt;
:* (A Shrine Maiden is impossible for you)&lt;br /&gt;
:* She died by the bullet, and then there were none ♪~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Gasai Yuno===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Image:Mirainikkicover.jpg|thumb|right|Gasai Yuno]]&lt;br /&gt;
Manga Series: Mirai Nikki/未来日記 (Future Diary) by Esuno Sakae&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cute, smart, honor student and stalker. She is the second person who&#039;s being granted a Future Diary and is also the protagonist&#039;s classmate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unlike the other Diarys, Yuno&#039;s Diary does not tell her own feature but gives her a update of the protagonist&#039;s future every 10mins instead. She is some what fearless and will do anything for the sake of the protagonist. Also skilled in using bladed weapons for some reason.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Runs from the teachers during the terrorist bombings to activate the motion sensors on the bombs.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Cutting off the 6th&#039;s hand.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Choped though the 12th head with a axe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I will do anything for Yukikun&#039;s sake!&lt;br /&gt;
:* This means Yuki&#039;s future...... belongs to Yuno.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Setherzam&amp;diff=17951</id>
		<title>User:Setherzam</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=User:Setherzam&amp;diff=17951"/>
		<updated>2007-06-22T01:31:02Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: Yuno added :3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Psycho-Loli&#039;&#039;&#039; (サイコ-ロリ) is a Baka-Tsuki term for a female character that display sudden signs of violence and mental instability. It is a character archetype in many Japanese anime, games and manga. The term is exclusive only for women (who are usually under the age of consent), while the term ‘Psycho-shota’ may be applied, in rare cases, to male characters who display similar traits. Like nekomimi and tsunderekko, Psycho-Lolis are considered to be moe-inspiring characters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The term ‘Psycho-Loli’ is not to be mixed up with the term Yandere, which has a similar meaning. While ‘Psycho-Loli’ applies to any female character that displays signs of mental instability, ‘Yandere’ only applies to characters who appear kind and loving on the outside but is actually brutal and psychotic on the inside. As such, ‘Psycho-Loli’ could be considered to be a more general term.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Famous Psycho-Lolis:==&lt;br /&gt;
Note: This is not a complete list. Additional characters may be added over time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Ryuugu “Rena” Reina===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Rena.jpg|thumb|right|Ryuugu Reina in the horror mystery anime, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Higurashi no Naku Koro ni&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Often seen wielding a large cleaver, Ryuugu “Rena” Reina is one of the most famous examples of a ‘Psycho-Loli’. While she appears to be generally nice and friendly on the outside, all it takes is a mention of a Shrine God named ‘Oyashiro-sama’ for her to start displaying signs of psychoticness. She is a fervent believer of Oyashiro-sama and his so-called curse, one which affects any villager who dares leave their village of Hinamizawa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She also appears to have an insatiable liking for things cute and sweet, including (but not limited to) stuffed bears, dolls, broken rice cookers, old tires and broken figures of the Colonel. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Smashing all the windows in her school with a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Apologizing in the middle of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Taking an entire school hostage with a home-made time bomb.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Chopping up her dad’s girlfriend with a cleaver&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* USO DA!! (You Liar!!)&lt;br /&gt;
:* “… kana, kana?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===Dokuro-chan===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Dokuro.jpg|thumb|right]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime Series: Bokusatsu Tenshi: Dokuro-chan&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dokuro-chan is an angel from the future who has come to the present to protect a certain boy named Sakura. She brandishes the large spiked club named Excalibolg, which she uses to protect Sakura from harm. The club also doubles as an excellent tool for punishment, and more often than not it is used to bash Sakura to death. In addition, it allows Dokuro-chan to transmogrify annoying people (such as the class representative) into various animals (like monkeys or dogs).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing Sakura during the first 5 minutes of any given episode&lt;br /&gt;
:* Having explosive diarrhea as her halo is removed&lt;br /&gt;
:* Turning the class rep into a monkey&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Pipiru piru piru Pipiru Pi!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Oh no, Sakura-kun’s brains are going down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;
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===Suigintou A.K.A Gin-sama===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Suigintou.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Suigintou with her wings extended&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Anime series: Rozen Maiden&lt;br /&gt;
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The first doll of the Rozen Maiden collection. Her desire to win the Alice Game is the strongest of all the dolls, and is primarily driven by her wish to gain the attention of &amp;quot;Father&amp;quot;. Sadistic, spiteful, and arrogant (all as a result of her spectacular inferiority complex), Suigintou has no inhibitions in the Alice Game. She will use any method possible, regardless of how brutal, to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the Anime Suigintou is missing her stomach section and a Rosa Mystica but through sheer desire to meet her father she is still able to move. Later she is granted a Rosa Mystica but was still missing a middle section which leads to Shinku believing that Suigintou still wasn&#039;t a Rozen Maiden. This sparked the intense hatred that Suigintou has fro Shinku which will be played on the rest of the series. In the manga she is complete but utterly miserable without her father. She derives a sadistic pleasure from causing pain and suffering to her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is a cold, spiteful doll to everyone but her medium Megu, a hospitalized girl who suffers a terminal heart disease. Megu wants Suigintou to drain her of everything leaving her dead but Suigintou refuses saying she does not need a medium.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Protecting Shinku from Barasuihou&lt;br /&gt;
:* Killing her sister Souseiseki&lt;br /&gt;
:* Destroying a field of roses&lt;br /&gt;
:* Holding Souseiseki&#039;s grandmother and grandfather hostages&lt;br /&gt;
:* Ripping her own servant dolls apart&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* JUNK! I&#039;LL TURN YOU ALL INTO JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Have your Lactic Acid bacteria yet?&lt;br /&gt;
:* Father!&lt;br /&gt;
:* Now I can say it proudly. I am Suigintou, the first Rozen Maiden.&lt;br /&gt;
:* The one who will become Alice ... is me! Me, who loves Father more then anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;
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===Morino Yoru===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Yoru.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Morino Yoru from the GOTH Manga&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Novel Series: GOTH&lt;br /&gt;
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&#039;&#039;&#039;NOTE: Do not update this section with descriptions regarding details that haven&#039;t been translated in the wiki in order to minimize spoilers.&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;br /&gt;
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Morino Yoru is a high school student obsessed with death. She has shown deep interests in torture devices and execution methods, and is seen frequently discussing these matters with the narrator of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Morino dresses in nothing but black. When asked for her reason for enrolling in her school, her reply was that it was &#039;the only school that had a black uniform&#039;. She has jet black hair that extends till her waist. On the other hand, her skin is deathly white, juxtaposing with her black outfits.&lt;br /&gt;
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She has also been the target of several criminals, none of which she was actually aware of.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Slashing her own wrist in order to vent out her frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Dressing up as the murdered Nanami Miguchi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Could you teach me how to make that expression too?&lt;br /&gt;
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===Flandre Scarlet===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Flandre.jpg|thumb|&#039;&#039;Flandre from Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&#039;&#039;]]&lt;br /&gt;
Game Series: Touhou Project: Embodiment of Scarlet Devil&lt;br /&gt;
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The younger sister of Remilia Scarlet (who is also the last boss of the game), Flandre Scarlet serves as the game&#039;s secret boss, one that can only be unlocked by beating the game in Normal mode or higher without using any continues.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like her sister, Flandre is also a vampire. However, she is almost always locked in the cellar due to her insanity. Although she is somewhat docile in nature, her psychoticness makes it hard for others to comprehend her.&lt;br /&gt;
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When vampires attack humans, they usually try not to kill their prey in order to feast on their blood later. However, since Flandre has always been fed with cooked dishes, she has no idea how to attack humans, which often results in her releasing all her power and blasting her prey to bits, without leaving a single drop of blood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flandre could also be considered an example of Yandere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with an insane amount of bullets (Danmaku)&lt;br /&gt;
:* Filling the screen with more Danmaku&lt;br /&gt;
:* Waving the apocalyptic wand Lävatein.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I&#039;ve been in the basement for about 495 years&lt;br /&gt;
:* (A Shrine Maiden is impossible for you)&lt;br /&gt;
:* She died by the bullet, and then there were none ♪~&lt;br /&gt;
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===Gasai Yuno===&lt;br /&gt;
[[Image:Mirainikkicover.jpg]]&lt;br /&gt;
Manga Series: Mirai Nikki/未来日記 (Future Diary) by Esuno Sakae&lt;br /&gt;
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Cute, smart, honor student and stalker. She is the second person who&#039;s being granted a Future Diary and is also the protagonist&#039;s classmate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike the other Diarys, Yuno&#039;s Diary does not tell her own feature but gives her a update of the protagonist&#039;s future every 10mins instead. She is some what fearless and will do anything for the sake of the protagonist. Also skilled in using bladed weapons for some reason.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* Runs from the teachers during the terrorist bombings to activate the motion sensors on the bombs.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Cutting off the 6th&#039;s hand.&lt;br /&gt;
:* Choped though the 12th head with a axe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorable Psychotic Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;
:* I will do anything for Yukikun&#039;s sake!&lt;br /&gt;
:* This means Yuki&#039;s future...... belongs to Yuno.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
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		<title>Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 03</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: &lt;/p&gt;
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Close to a week has passed since I started staying in Ryougi&#039;s room.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With both me and Ryougi going out during the day, a strange state of affairs continues where we only see each other when we go to sleep at night. Even so it was inconvenient not knowing each other&#039;s names after a week or so had passed, so we told each other our names.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Her name is Ryougi Shiki. Surprisingly enough she really is a high school student. I don&#039;t know anything more than that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi calls me Enjoh. Maybe because of that, I call Ryougi Shiki Ryougi. Ryougi herself dislikes being called by her family name, but I can&#039;t bring myself to call her Shiki.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason is simple. Quite simply, I don&#039;t have that strong a resolve. I don&#039;t want to become friendlier than necessary with someone I will one day part from forever. If I come to call her Shiki, it will definitely become more difficult to leave this girl. I thought that such a relationship would only be a hindrance to someone like me, who might be caught at any time by the police.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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***&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Enjoh, don&#039;t you have a girl?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On a night no different from any other, sitting on the bed with the gabuza &#039;&#039;&#039;(? - TN: What the hell is this?)&#039;&#039;&#039; on, Ryougi threw an unexpected question at me without any warning.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi&#039;s questions, they always begin abruptly like this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;A girl... Well, if I had one I wouldn&#039;t come rolling into a place like this.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh. You look like you would be popular.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hearing such an empty compliment doesn&#039;t make me happy at all. I&#039;m sick of girls anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Oho, how come?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi must have felt some interest in the story as she pushed her head out towards me rolling around on the floor. From my position lying right beside the bed it looks like only the head is popping out and it&#039;s somehow cute.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Are you gay?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... What I said before, forget it. That this brat could be cute, I must have briefly been out of mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;There&#039;s no particular reason. To put it simply, it was just annoying. I tried dating for real, and it wasn&#039;t very fun.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I never really liked those of the opposite sex. There was a time in high school when I went out with a girl for 3 months, but that isn&#039;t a sweet memory and I think all we did was fight a lot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I knew it I was haltingly telling her about my recollections.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It wasn&#039;t that I wanted very much. But she wanted too much from me. At first I thought &#039;well I guess that&#039;s how it goes&#039; and I put up with it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah. I bought her anything she wanted and if she wanted to be fancy I paid for it. Probably, there wasn&#039;t an instance when I couldn&#039;t meet her high expectations.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She was happy every time, but on the other hand I was cooling off towards her. Sex wasn&#039;t as great as everyone thought either.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... It felt like Ryougi was listening properly to my soliloquy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;After a while I started getting sick of her. It&#039;s not just the surrounding environment. Time, money, even emotions, it felt like a waste to give them to her. I did kind of like her, but satisfying your sexual appetite is something you can do alone (Okay... I&#039;ll remove this later but WTF?)&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
--- If I was a normal student, I would have had too much time on my hands. But I didn&#039;t have any free time. The more time I spent with her the less sleep I got. For someone like me without even a minute to spare something like a girlfriend was an impossibility from the start.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However I didn&#039;t try to break up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She looked happy, and I didn&#039;t want to put her in tears by issuing an absolute statement like &#039;let&#039;s break up&#039;. ... I didn&#039;t want to inflict any wounds, and I didn&#039;t like receiving a wound either.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;But you still broke up. How did you dump her?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You know, stop treating me like some criminal. I was the one that got dumped. She told me suddenly after we did everything to do at a hotel. That &#039;you never looked at me.  You just looked at my body and never saw my mind&#039;. Honestly speaking it was a bit of a shock.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As I told the story&#039;s conclusion with a shrug, Ryougi rudely burst into laughter.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Amazing, you don&#039;t look at my mind! Haha, you got caught by some fussy woman didn&#039;t ya Enjoh!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The springs in the bed creak in protest. This brat, she&#039;s rolling around on top of the bed laughing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What, was there something strange about my story? It&#039;s my bitter memories of youth you know.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I get angry and bolt upright. Ryougi then stopped laughing and stared at me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It&#039;s weird. The only thing humans can see is the outward appearance. But that girl said that you who only looked at that wasn&#039;t needed, to say that you don&#039;t like someone because they can&#039;t see something invisible like the mind, that kind of girl isn&#039;t normal. Not being normal means you are abnormal. See, it&#039;s funny. That girl, if she wanted you to see her mind she could have written a letter. Enjoh, you did well to break up with that girl.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Coldly making fun of me, Ryougi lay back on the bed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Like a cat she stared at me blankly from that position, then Ryougi opened her mouth as if it was difficult for her to say what followed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... Well, it&#039;s not something for me to say, but. If you speak out loud about an uneasiness that &#039;cannot be seen&#039; it becomes a lie. I can&#039;t know myself but love is believing in something. The blindness of love, isn&#039;t that it&#039;s meaning?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#039;s something I heard from another though, Ryougi added and fell asleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ending the conversation as usual in an abrupt manner like splitting bamboo, I also went to bed with a troubled mind.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Turning off the light, I though as I fell into sleep. I&#039;m a complete dunderhead when it comes to those people that I have feelings for called &#039;women&#039; but, I think that if it was this girl there wouldn&#039;t be any such unilateral demands. No, if it was Ryougi, wouldn&#039;t I be able to take even such annoying things with a smile on my face?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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***&lt;br /&gt;
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A night of the second week.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I opened the door with my key and went inside Ryougi was already asleep. ... As if she thinks of me as some sort of cat she doesn&#039;t show any signs of waking up even when she hears me rambling around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But today that&#039;s fortunate.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hiding my pummeled cheek, I plonk myself down on the floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ticktickticktick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The bedside clock goes around. Both the hands are pointing to the 12.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... For some reason, I hate clock faces. Digital displays are my preference. A feeling comes to me that there&#039;s no place for me inside the spinning clock I I get afraid.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ow.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My bruised leg suddenly throbbed with pain and I screamed before I could stop myself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi is sleeping like the dead. There&#039;s no signs that she will wake up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That profile of her face, I unthinkly stared at it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- In the 2 weeks that we&#039;ve lived together I&#039;ve come to know only one thing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl, really was a doll.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She&#039;s always asleep on the bed like a corpse. This girl doesn&#039;t wake up in the morning, instead she is resurrected from death to like when she has something to do.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At first I thought it was to go to school, but I don&#039;t think that&#039;s the reason. Because whenever she receives a phone call from somewhere Ryougi regains her vitality.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It goes without saying that I sense that the subject matter of those calls was suspicious.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However Ryougi is waiting for that. In it&#039;s absence, this girl remains here like some doll.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ticktickticktick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That image was too beautiful. There was nothing as inconsequential as sadness. Ryougi delights only in the things she must do and comes back to life.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is perfection without fault. For the first time, I met the &#039;genuine item&#039; that I had concluded I would never see. That which I had believed was like that. That which I wanted  to be. That pure strength, which took no notice of what others did as long as you had yourself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Shiki.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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From my mouth, Ryougi&#039;s name leaked out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quieter than a whisper, an utterance that was like an expelled breath.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But Ryougi&#039;s eyes came wide open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What the, you are bruised all over again?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as she opened her eyes Ryougi wrinkled her brow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I couldn&#039;t help it. The other side kept provoking me for no reason.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell it as it was. While coming back today I got tangled up with 2 people I didn&#039;t know and we beat each other up. Of course I laid them out, but I&#039;m also unskilled at fighting and get a lot of wounds.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You did something didn&#039;t you? To be so weak even with that. Do you like being hit?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi says as she sits up on the bed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You did something, does that mean something like martial arts or judo?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t draw any unquantified conclusions. I don&#039;t know anything about martial arts. Although it it&#039;s just fighting I can do it as well as the next guy.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh? I definitely thought you would since you used your palm when fighting. --- Then how did you know to use the palm of your hand?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, I should have guessed. Now that I think about it I was once congratulated about that. When hitting someone a person who hasn&#039;t trained his fist will just hurt his hand, and after a few hits their own bones get damaged. So it&#039;s better for half-baked amateurs like me to use our palms to hit with. No, there are martial arts where the palm is more effective instead.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I don&#039;t know anything like that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Your palm is harder. Doesn&#039;t everyone use their palms to crush cans. There probably aren&#039;t many who would do it with their fists.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s because it&#039;s easier with the palm of you hand.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Although Ryougi replied coldly, it seemed like she was admiring me in truth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She cautiously looks at my face. Getting embarrassed by her scrutiny I struggled and kept talking.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So what did you do some of Ryougi? Aikido?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Aikido is just for fun. There&#039;s only one thing I&#039;ve done since I was young.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Since you were young eh. I thought you were strong. It was you who let loose a high kick at the back of a fleeing opponent&#039;s head. I thought how you acted was different. It was because of that. So do you have anything like a finishing move?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I ask the lamest questions. But Ryougi goes mmm, and falls into serious thought.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I suppose I have something along those lines. I train with taking down everything using that as my premise, so if you call it a finishing move it is one. But we aren&#039;t of that school. And it&#039;s originally a self-created style as well.&amp;quot;(This part could be reworked).&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing you train is your mindset, Ryougi adds.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You remake your body. From your breathing to the placement of your feet, awareness, thoughts, to be able to remake all such things for combat. Even the way of using your muscles changes, so it might feel like you become a different person.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I suppose tensing your body and mind as a fight starts and while you are fighting is the foundation of all martial arts. However we followed only that too much and as a result our path went too far.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In response to this dialog that seemed to scorn oneself I couldn&#039;t do anything but cock my head.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What, if you are strong that&#039;s that. There wont be any instances where you go around getting bashed up like me. And you finished off those three guys in an instant. That is an incredible self-created style, that.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I speak remembering that refreshing instant of when I met this girl, Ryougi seems a bit surprised.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s different. I only copied what I had seen. More than that, there&#039;s never been an instance where I&#039;ve used out house&#039;s school of fighting.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She nonchalantly spat out that frightening statement, than Ryougi collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Steam is rising from somewhere.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sheek, sheek, and a noise that seems like something from a picture book can be heard.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#039;s no light, and the room is dark.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This place, is hot.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Only the sound of the burning iron plate, and that magma-like light were my unique supports.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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On the walls around me, huge bottles are lined up neatly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are long and thin cords scattered all over the floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#039;s no one.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Only the sound of steam, and the noise of the water boiling. .............................. It was night, and I suddenly opened my eyes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Because, I had a bad dream.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ticktickticktick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The clock said it was still 3 at dawn, there was still a while to go before it was time to wake up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I turned to look at the bed Ryougi wasn&#039;t there. ... As it so happens that girl occasionally takes walks at night. Even so, to go and wander about at dawn when even the vegetation is asleep...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I go out and greet her --- Although I knew that not getting involved in each other&#039;s private lives under any circumstances was an unspoken condition for using this place as an abode, I had that thought.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I hesitated for a while then thought, fine, and got straight up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter how strong she is, it doesn&#039;t change the fact that Ryougi is a girl of the same age as me. On top of that her appearance is more than enough for those idiots who go around in packs at night to fall for her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just when I made up my mind and went out into the corridor, the front door opened noiselessly to admit the girl in her normal attire of a red jumper over a kimono.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As expected Ryougi closes the door without making a sound.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What, you&#039;ve come back?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt like I had taken a blow for some reason and that remark popped out of my mouth.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A glance, and Ryougi turned to look at me ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that instant, I thought that I was going to be killed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The lights are off and the corridor is dark. In that darkness only Ryougi&#039;s eyes are shining with a blue light.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#039;t do anything. Can&#039;t breath, can&#039;t think properly, I can only stand there like a post.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- you too, won&#039;t do.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I heard a noise. When I regained my wits Ryougi had breezed past me and angrily thrown her leather jacket on the bed as if she was in a temper.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi sat down on the bed then leaned back on the wall to stare at the ceiling.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Withstanding the chill that still ran down my back I came back into the room, and sat down on the floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A period of silence passes that makes me wonder if we won&#039;t drift off into sleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, the girl started talking.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I, went out to kill a person.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Those words, how am I supposed to respond to them. All I could do was go, oh is that so, and nod.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But it was all for nothing. Since I couldn&#039;t find anyone I wanted to kill today either. A moment ago when you were in the corridor, I thought I might be satisfied if it was you, but as expected it wasn&#039;t to be. Even if I did it there&#039;s no meaning to it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... I thought I was totally dead.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I speak honestly and Ryougi replies, that&#039;s why it wouldn&#039;t work.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I want to feel that I&#039;m alive. But there&#039;s no meaning to just killing people. I am wondering around at night without even an objective. That&#039;s no different from being a ghost. Someday --- I will meaninglessly kill someone.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may seem like Ryougi is speaking to Enjoh Tomoe, but in fact she isn&#039;t talking to anyone. ... She&#039;s as blank as a drug addict suffering from withdrawl symptoms.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sort of thing had never happened till now. The Ryougi from around that time when I first met her may have wandered about at night but there had never been an instance when she returned with such murderous intent.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oi, what&#039;s wrong with you Ryougi. It&#039;s unlike you. Wake up!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Funnily enough --- I was grabbing onto her shoulder which I hadn&#039;t even brushed against before.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#039;t believe it. That this, the shoulder of the girl who seemed so detached... was so, slender.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... My mind&#039;s fine. I had this kind of feeling during summer too. At that time as well ---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As if she remembered something unpleasant, Ryougi stopped talking.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I take my hand off Ryougi and come down from the bed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi gives up leaning on the wall and lies back on the bed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, Ryougi.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I try calling her name but there&#039;s no response. That brat said it before. That the mind is something that cannot be seen. Therefore a problem that is invisible is something that must never be confessed to another person.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s right --- Ryougi is a loner.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am also like that, but I at least have a few friends that I meet casually for a change of mood.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That&#039;s me but, this girl probably doesn&#039;t have any such person. Since this girl who is perfect even in the smallest details unlike me doesn&#039;t have the need for something like that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--- Hey, Ryougi. Do you have any friends?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried not to look at the girl&#039;s face and asked the question with my back facing the bed. Ryougi thought briefly and then replied, I have one.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What? You have one? You? A friend?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In complete opposition to the surprised me Ryougi calmly said, yes, and nodded.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In that case the story&#039;s simple. When you feel down, it doesn&#039;t matter if it&#039;s pointless, just try hanging out with them. Just changing the scenery will ease your mind. Forgetting things like your problems and talking about insignificant things will make you feel better.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--- I don&#039;t have one right now. That creep&#039;s gone far away.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I became unable to say anything at her words. Because Ryougi&#039;s voice sounded so lonely.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe that was just my opinion, as Ryougi started to slam the bed with her fists as she worked herself up into a rage.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;!-- This part annoys me as I have to put in the &#039;he&#039;, whereas the korean and japanese use a unisexual term - easy to sort out! :)! --&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That creep just does what it wants! It comes over to our house whenever it feels like it and all it gives me is a phone number. It was sick for a month in summer too, why do I have to be anxious about something like that!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Phwock, phwock, there were some violent sounds.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This time I really can&#039;t trust my eyes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The indomitable Ryougi is waving her arms and legs around on the bed and throwing a tantrum.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No, the reality might not be something so simple, she could be stabbing the pillow with her knife. Whatever it was, the sound is changing from a whacking noise to a ripping noise.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was afraid to check out the situation so I didn&#039;t turn around to look at Ryougi.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She continued to cause a commotion for a time then Ryougi went quiet.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In any case I envy that friend or whatever who can drive Ryougi so crazy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I found I wanted to know more about that person.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, Ryougi.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As if she&#039;s still upset Ryougi doesn&#039;t answer. I ignore the silence and continue.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That person you said is a friend. What your relationship with them? A friend from high school?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Yeah, he&#039;s a high school friend but he&#039;s like a poet.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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What&#039;s like a poet, if their age is similar, if he&#039;s a guy or a girl, I decide to leave for another day. There&#039;s not much point to me knowing anyhow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Okay, so your wandering around at night, is that person the cause?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi thinks briefly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nah. Walking at night is my hobby, and my murder impulse is mine along. No one else is involved. The problem is mine, so I know what kind of state I&#039;m in right now. ... Hmm, in short, I&#039;m so unbalance right now that I make even you feel uneasy around me.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryougi speaks serenely as if describing someone else&#039;s affairs.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Uneasy --- I&#039;m not particularly uneasy.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;When you told me that you felt like you were going to be murdered by me?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A pretty voice comes flying at my throat.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... A feeling like a cold snake coiling itself around my neck comes to me. Very briefly, I questioned if the thing rolling around behind me was really human.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;See, you thought that again now as well. But that&#039;s a misplaced uneasiness. The reason I kill is because I can&#039;t feel that I&#039;m alive. You can&#039;t be a target.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... What does that mean? Is Ryougi saying that even if she kills me --- Enjoh Tomoe, she won&#039;t enjoy it?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;But --- okay. You still need to find another place to stay Enjoh. I only can&#039;t feel that I&#039;m alive --- but Ryougi Shiki definitely likes to kill.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Abruptly Ryougi murmurs that as if confessing something.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The subsided tone of her voice. That voice that seems about to break, as if laying bare the troubles of her heart. ... Damn it. A woman who is already far away seems even further off.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that I realised. That as much as I feared this girl --- no, I was even more strongly attracted to her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Idiot, where in the world is that kind of thing.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At any rate I continue the conversation because I want to refute Ryougi&#039;s words.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All it is is that your heart&#039;s uneasy. Quickly call in that friend or whatever of yours and let out everything even if you don&#039;t feel like it. Friends are there for that reason, if you don&#039;t you drift far off from each other ---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Pouring out everything in my heart up to that point I cut off my words. In the same way as Ryougi did before, swept up by my emotions I talked as I liked and only realised after the fact that I did something wrong.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- That&#039;s all I&#039;m trying to say. Good night.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I spat out those words as if chewing bugs, and lay down to sleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi said something, but I ignore and decide to sleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonight, I&#039;m not confident of being able to speak any further normally with Ryougi.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason is simple. I pricked my heart with the words I had poured out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, no matter what I do.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That friend&#039;s role will never come around to me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<title>Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 02</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: &lt;/p&gt;
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Click, a noise. It&#039;s the room beside mine.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it getting around 10 o&#039;clock? Only a few minutes have passed since, tired from work, I entrusted my body to my bedsheets. Woken from my shallow sleep I was suddenly dozing off again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The noise from the other side of the door only came once.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The door opens. It connects to the room next door. A square light enters my dark room with its switched off light.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it mother? I sneak a peek in that direction with half closed eyes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point I always have a thought.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That, this kind of scene, it would have been better had I not seen it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The one who opened the door is my mother. Because of the light coming from behind her I can&#039;t tell anything about her but that she&#039;s standing there. That image isn&#039;t important as my eyes see nothing but the dreadful image visible though the open door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The image of my dad lying slumped over the dinner table.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The cheap table which should be brown is dyed red, and my fallen father keeps dripping red blood onto the floor. ... It just seemed like a broken tap.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tomoe, please die,&amp;quot; says the standing shadow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I only knew that the shadow was my mother after I had been stabbed in the chest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother stabs me over and over with the kitchen knife, lastly she stabs her own throat with it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Its a nightmare to end all nightmares.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My nights, always finish in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;
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***&lt;br /&gt;
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Click, click, click.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... When woke up to the sound in my ears Ryougi had already gone out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lifting up my body which is bruised all over from the beating I got I look around the room.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stuck in the corner of the second floor in a four storey apartment, this is the house of the kimono girl. Or, would it be more appropriate to call it a room than a house. The hallway stretches 1m from the front door to the lounge, and on the way is a door leading to the bathroom.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As if the lounge doubles as a bedroom, the bed upon which the woman was sleeping till a moment ago is there. There&#039;s another room next to the lounge but it seems that it is not being used.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- Last night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After following her for an hour the place I arrived at was this room. Seeing as the mailbox at the apartment entrance bore the name Ryougi, it seems that the woman&#039;s last name is Ryougi.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That woman --- even after Ryougi brought me into the room she didn&#039;t say anything but instead stripped off her leather jacket and crawled into bed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even indifference should have a limit. I started to get angry and honestly thought about assaulting her. But, if I did so and caused a commotion a crowd would gather and I would be in trouble. After pondering what to do for a long time I used a cushion that was rolling around on the floor as a pillow and just decided to sleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And, this morning, when I opened my eyes, that woman was nowhere to be seen.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What the hell is she thinking,&amp;quot; I mumble absent-mindedly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thinking back after regaining my cool, Ryougi appears to be the same age as me. It seems more suitable to call her a girl than a woman.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If she&#039;s seventeen she&#039;s a student. In that case has she gone to school? I don&#039;t think that&#039;s correct, this room is too bleak to accept that. The only things in this room are a bed, fridge, phone, four leather jackets hanging on the coat hanger and a wardrobe, which feels like it would contain clothing. There&#039;s no TV or even a radio. There are no magazines that were carelessly dropped after being read and there isn&#039;t even a table.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All of a sudden, I remember her words from last night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I said that I had killed someone Ryougi had replied that she had done the same. ... Ryougi&#039;s words hadn&#039;t seemed real then but they might be true after all. Because this room is a fugitive&#039;s room. The sense that someone lives here is lacking to the point of morbidity. Thinking up to there I get a chilling feeling. I thought I had picked up an ace of spades but have I picked up a joker instead? ... Whatever the case I didn&#039;t intend to stay long. I wanted to at least say goodbye but since the person in question isn&#039;t here there&#039;s no helping it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking carefully like a thief who has broken in, I decided to leave the unfamiliar girl&#039;s room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming outside I wandered aimlessly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At first I hesitantly went around the road beside the mansion, but regardless of my situation the world was no different from usual. Like a hand on a clock going round and round it was just repeating its daily routine with no change at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So its like this in the end, and depressed I came out to the main road.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The road is the same as always. There are no police looking for Enjoh Tomoe, and there are no looks holding me in contempt for being a murderer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For some reason it seems the bodies haven&#039;t been found yet. Yes, there&#039;s no way the world could change so much due to something a half-wit like me did. I don&#039;t seem to be a fugitive yet. Even so I didn&#039;t feel like going back home.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Past noon and I&#039;ve come to the plaza with the bronze statue of a dog. Draping myself onto a suitable bench I look up at the big neon sign set up on a near-by building.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In that state I spent a few blank hours.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though its a weekday this place is booming with people. The side-walks are overflowing with people and when the pedestrian lights turn green a tide of humanity flows out with a force that seems set to knock the cars out of the way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The majority of the crowd are humans that aren&#039;t so different in age from me. On the whole they walk foward with smiling faces or iron visages. There&#039;s no hesitation there. No --- they&#039;ve probably never even thought of hesitating. On their faces there isn&#039;t even the letter &#039;life&#039;, I can&#039;t see these faces as living for a hope-filled future or a dream they wish to fulfil. Everyone walks on with faces that say they know everything about the world. But amongst all that, how much truth is there?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it everyone, or is it just a portion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Real and fake.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I kept looking from within the crowds that cannot be reconciled to try and find a real one, but couldn&#039;t distinguish them at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it obvious? --- As originally the only one who would know such a thing is yourself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned my eyes from the crowds of humanity up towards the sky.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes --- to that point I wasn&#039;t real. I may have thought I was real but then I hopelessly revealed my true nature.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Until I entered high school Enjoh Tomoe was a well known name in the track and field world. Hating to lose, I didn&#039;t once see the backs of other athletes during junior high. I was confident of shortening my record still further, and there was no reason to suspect my intelligence either.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides, I liked to run more than anything else.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In that at least I was genuine. I even had a conviction that I wouldn&#039;t let any obstacle get in my way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But I stopped running.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Our family was never rich. My father lost his job when I was in elementary school so our household was always barren. My mother was born in a distinguished family and it was said that she broke off all ties with her family to marry my father. My dad who lost his job and didn&#039;t work, and my mother who grew up ignorant of the world and didn&#039;t know how to do anything.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In that crumbling family I think I grew up faster than other children. I lied about my age to do part-time work and I was at least earning my school fees in any way I could.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#039;t know anything of what was going on with our family. I was too busy just living my life.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to school with the money I earnt, and entered high school through my efforts alone. My parents whom I already could not think of as parents, and the problem of money with which to live on. To me who bore those two burdens, running was my unique salvation.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So no matter how tired I was I continued club activities and was able to enter high school as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But then My dad caused an accident. He hit a person with a car. That wasn&#039;t the only problem. Dad didn&#039;t even have a driver&#039;s license ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I think mother obtained the indemnity for the victim&#039;s family but borrowing money from her relations with her head bowed. At that time I was depressed and didn&#039;t want to think about anything so I can&#039;t be sure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Waiting for me after all the strife was over was the change in my surroundings. There was no longer any connection between me and my parents, but for just the reason that I was their child there was a sudden change in the school community&#039;s attitude towards me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The track team coaches who had always been helpful till then began to openly ignore me. The seniors who had supported me saying that a prodigy had joined the club pressured me to quit the track team.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But I was already used to that sort of thing so it wasn&#039;t really a problem.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My problem was my family. Because of the accident, my dad lost the little income he had and no longer had the strength to support a family. My mother started doing unfamiliar part-time work, but that kind of thing could only cover the heating and lighting bills.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Already unable to obtain a proper job from a few years back, to make us more miserable my dad killed a person while driving without a license. That rumour spread and spread until my dad could no longer go outside. My mother braved the insults to go and find work but she could never stay in one place for long. It got so bad that if I just took a walk somebody would throw a rock at me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... The criticism from those around us got worse daily, but I didn&#039;t feel any anger about it. What my father did was real. I thought of the persecution and contempt as a natural reaction. After all the one at fault wasn&#039;t the world but my dad.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And yet, it wasn&#039;t as if the object of my anger was my parents either.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that time I hated everything. Everything that surrounded me became annoying.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what you did or how hard you tried, the result would be the same. No matter how fast you ran, if that annoying thing called family followed along the future was as clear as a flame at night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was definitely then that I stopped fighting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We chase after the so-called natural life and undergo painful experiences as a result. If I accept that my life is like this anyway, there&#039;s no reason to think myself unfortunate.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#039;s just like when we are young. Exchanging reality for a fantasy, I decided to live on by myself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything seemed to be of no import after I made that choice and school was the first thing I quit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No, if I didn&#039;t work all day I couldn&#039;t support my family. If you are young there are plenty of jobs available regardless of experience.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Awkwardly for me I possessed that useless thing called a conscience, and I couldn&#039;t throw away my family. Yet I did not talk to them at all after I quit school.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Acting in this manner --- I woke up one day to find that I had clean forgotten about the running I had liked so much.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was something I had enjoyed so much. Something that had been such a source of relief. But it had been something I could give up because of so trifling a misfortune as that occuring, that realisation shocked even me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The people who had praised me disappeared, and I didn&#039;t have time to run anymore. How could such excuse-like things break me of my enjoyment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If I was real --- if running was something that I could never have exchanged for anything else, if running was the heart of the human called Enjoh Tomoe, things wouldn&#039;t have turned out like that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... When I was young, I followed my parents to a ranch and saw a horse. Seeing that horse that I didn&#039;t even know the name of, I broke down and cried. Seeing that being whose only act in life was to run, I couldn&#039;t stop my tears from pouring out. If there were such things as past lives I would have been one of them. That was how strong my belief was, that was how much I admired the very act of running itself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But I was a fake.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes. It was only that I had a firm belief of my reality, I was actually nothing more than a fake ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- You even killed a person in the end.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Heehee, I laugh. To be laughing when I&#039;m not happy at all, humans are so flawed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even looking at the sky gets tedious, so I look around the street.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... The flood of humanity doesn&#039;t cease at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Those people going on by with smiling or cold faces can&#039;t be real. If they were living with some goal in mind there&#039;s no way they would be in a pleasure area like this. Or rather, if you were to say that their objective in life was to play --- that kind of &#039;real&#039; I can&#039;t accept.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Clickclickclick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I came back to my senses from there onwards. For me --- as self-righteous as my thoughts are, there&#039;s nothing like a meaning in my position.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at the clock, it was becoming night time without me having noticing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#039;t stay here for hours on end. I left the overflowing tide of humanity behind and left that place.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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***&lt;br /&gt;
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The light from a weak streetlight is illuminating the street by an unfamiliar residence.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After the autumn sun fell I walked for three hours.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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While pondering where to spend the night, I recollected my wits and found that I was close to Ryougi&#039;s apartment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Humans, if we crash once do we become so unable to act like men?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was always prideful of the fact that the merit of the guy called Enjoh Tomoe was the rapidity with which my feelings changed. But if I&#039;m like this its not fast or slow. Am I still unable to cut those lingering attachments after all?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I look up I don&#039;t see a light on in Ryougi&#039;s room. It seems that she is absent.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Fine. Since I&#039;ve come here I may as well look.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I go up the stairs. Let&#039;s confront the harsh reality, the reason for my actions was that I wanted to guide that self of mine that still clung to an unique salvation.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Going up the iron stairway that clangs with every step, I arrived at the room on the end of the second floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The paper that was here when I came out this morning isn&#039;t there. It looks like Ryougi came back once. There&#039;s no response even when I knock on the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;See, she&#039;s not there.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After I just wait for a bit I try turning the handle.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- It moves.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The door opens easily.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The inside is dark. With the handle in my hand I froze. My mind is blank.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How long am I going to stand here like this? The moment I thought that --- I shoved my body through the opening and went inside.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gulp, I swallow my saliva.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#039;t believe this, I can&#039;t believe this, I can&#039;t believe I would do something like this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I am imitating a rebel now, but I always hated anything like crime. Since I was young I disliked cowardly acts. Yet, after committing murder I am now trespassing. --- No, this is force majeur. Anyway, that girl said so as well, that I could use this place as I liked.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Clickclickclick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Repeating incoherent excuses in the bottom of my heart I walk in. From the front door to the corridor, from the corridor to the lounge.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The light&#039;s aren&#039;t on so the room&#039;s dark. Within the darkness, I gasp for breath and kill the noise of my footsteps.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- Damn it, under these circumstance I may as well be a thief. Lights, I have to turn on the lights. You get suspected because its dark. Ah, but where&#039;s the switch ---?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I pat the wall looking for the light switch for the flourescent light.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that moment I hear the door open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi&#039;s come back, before I could think that fix my position, the owner of the house turned on the light and opened the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She opens it, and stares at my trespassing self with blank eyes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What, you came today as well? What are you doing, not even turning the lights on.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking coldly as if berating a classmate, Ryougi closes the door to the room and sheds her leather jacket.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Straddling the edge of the bed in that state, she put her hand into the convenience store plastic bag she was holding in one hand and rustled around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do you want it? I hate cold things.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hwik, she throws me a cup of ice-cream. The label says Haagen-Daaz&#039;s strawberry. That she doesn&#039;t care about an invader like me isn&#039;t the only puzzling thing about her, buying something she doesn&#039;t like is a riddle as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding the cold cup in both hands, I fully mobilised my reasoning power.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl doesn&#039;t care about me at all. Even tough she knows ... well I can&#039;t be sure how sincerely she takes it... that I&#039;m a murderer. Does the fact that she still offered her room as a refuge mean that this girl is someone the police is after too ... ?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;... Oi. You. You are a suspicious person aren&#039;t you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I asked such a thing ignoring all the things I had done, the kimono girl started laughing, &amp;quot;Ahahahaha!&amp;quot; loudly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are a weird one, you are. Oho --- suspicious, you say I&#039;m suspicious! That&#039;s a really good expression, it really captures the feel, really!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ryougi was earnestly laughing. As the black hair that she had cut as she liked became scattered, I couldn&#039;t see her anything but a suspicious person.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Haha, ahahahaha, ha --- Mmm, yeah. There&#039;s no one in this area who kicks up a fuss like me. But didn&#039;t you kick up quite a fuss yourself? In that case it shouldn&#039;t matter what&#039;s happened, should it? For that sort of thing? Is that all you have to say?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wearing a meaningful smile, the kimono girl looks up at me. .... That pose with its air of somewhat fragile tranquility, it was similar to a child holding a new toy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No.... just one more question. Why, are you helping me?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You asked me to help you. I helped you since I didn&#039;t have anything else to do. You don&#039;t have a place to sleep do you? You can use this place for a while. It&#039;s not as if Mikiya is coming anytime soon anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... You helped because you had nothing better to do? What the hell is that, however relaxed you may be what kind of stupid reason is that. My mind may be upside down, but its not mangled so badly as to blindly accept that. With this as evidence I can at least figure out if this girl is lying or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I glare at the girl in the kimono. She doesn&#039;t pay any attention at all. It&#039;s different from disregard, it&#039;s and imposing candidness. ... What is this paradox. Distressingly, there is no reason to suspect that Ryougi is not speaking sincerely.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If it&#039;s not that, could it be that this person does not need a beneficial reason. If you took it as granted that this girl didn&#039;t think of easy to understand reasons like, because you are a friend or, because I can get money.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But, even then ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Are you for real? You are going to hid a suspicious guy like me without wanting anything in return? You haven&#039;t taken any drugs have you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What a rude guy. I hate drugs, and I&#039;m extremely normal. I don&#039;t even report anything to the police. Although I will if you tell me to.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, I also do not worry about such a thing. Who could picture this girl contacting the police. What I worried about was something more basic than that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Look. I&#039;m a guy and you are a girl. Letting someone you don&#039;t even know sleep over is a bit... I&#039;m asking if it&#039;s still okay, that&#039;s what I&#039;m saying!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;What? Don&#039;t guys go somewhere different if they want to hug a girl?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At this reply spoken with a preposterous face, I didn&#039;t know what to say.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&#039;m saying since ---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, just shut up. If this place isn&#039;t to your liking you can just find another place to stay. Why are you stubbornly sounding out what I think?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Harshly cutting off my words the girl puts her hand back into the plastic bag. What she took out was a triangular tomato sandwich.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... It really seems like there&#039;s no one like me in her vicinity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;In that case I will use this place as my sleeping place. Is that okay?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Although I shouted because of my frustration the other party didn&#039;t bat an eyelid and nodded assent.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Fine. I&#039;ll tell you its annoying if it gets annoying,&amp;quot; Ryougi says while chewing the sandwich.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that my strength left me and I sat myself down plumply onto the floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And time flowed by.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However it was, I decided to go along boldly. As if to try and regain that conceit that the merit of Enjoh Tomoe is the quick change in feelings, I think about my days to come.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;ve obtained a sleeping place for now. As for meals the 30000 yen I&#039;ve got on me should last me for a month. In that time I have to find a way to live without being caught by the police.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;--- Eh?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden, a question formed. Why was it that tonight the front door hadn&#039;t been locked?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, why didn&#039;t you lock the door?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Isn&#039;t it obvious, I don&#039;t have a key so I don&#039;t lock it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing that I almost fainted.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl Ryougi, apparently she didn&#039;t have a key to the house. The only time she locked the door was when she slept, when she went out she just closed the door. The position of the person in question being, even if a thief was to come in while she was away there would be no harm done to her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the reason I was able to trespass wasn&#039;t a coincidence or anything. It could be that the reason for the absence of any household items in this room is because a burglar broke in.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You idiot, at least take a key around! Normally, you go and borrow a spare key from the owner if you don&#039;t have one.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I lost the spare too. So what? It&#039;s nothing that would trouble you, and if you stole these kind of things it would just weigh you down.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Damn it, if I talk one way she&#039;s the type to rebut my words in that manner. Even so I can&#039;t relax if she doesn&#039;t have a key. There&#039;s the safety of one&#039;s own self to think of, but is it that there is that bad a problem in Ryougi&#039;s life.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I put aside the undescribable repulsion I had been holding towards Ryougi until a moment ago, and truly worried about this immature kid.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t say something so stupid. What kind of house doesn&#039;t have a key. Wait... Since it&#039;s become like this, I&#039;ll replace the whole thing with a new one for you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... That&#039;s fine but, do you have the money?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t think so lowly of me. I can do this much at least. I&#039;ll do it all tonight, so from tomorrow take a key around properly!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And, I stood up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I worked at a moving company. I learnt enough about repairing things around a house that I can easily repair something like an apartment door. At the storage facility of the company I had worked at until 2 days ago there should at least be something like a stock door handle.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With a vigor I could scarcely credit, I was running out into the night-time streets.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How do I secretly enter the building when the police could catch me at any moment, I earnestly wonder, I realise that I&#039;m on an extremely dangerous adventure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Really, I can&#039;t say anything about Ryougi.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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To be breaking into the company I had worked at for a girl I didn&#039;t even properly know the name of, I&#039;m a pretty crazy person too.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
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		<title>Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 02</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: &lt;/p&gt;
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Click, a noise. It&#039;s the room beside mine.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it getting around 10 o&#039;clock? Only a few minutes have passed since, tired from work, I entrusted my body to my bedsheets. Woken from my shallow sleep I was suddenly dozing off again.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The noise from the other side of the door only came once.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The door opens. It connects to the room next door. A square light enters my dark room with its switched off light.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it mother? I sneak a peek in that direction with half closed eyes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At this point I always have a thought.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That, this kind of scene, it would have been better had I not seen it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The one who opened the door is my mother. Because of the light coming from behind her I can&#039;t tell anything about her but that she&#039;s standing there. That image isn&#039;t important as my eyes see nothing but the dreadful image visible though the open door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The image of my dad lying slumped over the dinner table.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The cheap table which should be brown is dyed red, and my fallen father keeps dripping red blood onto the floor. ... It just seemed like a broken tap.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tomoe, please die,&amp;quot; says the standing shadow.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I only knew that the shadow was my mother after I had been stabbed in the chest.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother stabs me over and over with the kitchen knife, lastly she stabs her own throat with it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Its a nightmare to end all nightmares.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My nights, always finish in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;
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***&lt;br /&gt;
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Click, click, click.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... When woke up to the sound in my ears Ryougi had already gone out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Lifting up my body which is bruised all over from the beating I got I look around the room.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Stuck in the corner of the second floor in a four storey apartment, this is the house of the kimono girl. Or, would it be more appropriate to call it a room than a house. The hallway stretches 1m from the front door to the lounge, and on the way is a door leading to the bathroom.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As if the lounge doubles as a bedroom, the bed upon which the woman was sleeping till a moment ago is there. There&#039;s another room next to the lounge but it seems that it is not being used.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- Last night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After following her for an hour the place I arrived at was this room. Seeing as the mailbox at the apartment entrance bore the name Ryougi, it seems that the woman&#039;s last name is Ryougi.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That woman --- even after Ryougi brought me into the room she didn&#039;t say anything but instead stripped off her leather jacket and crawled into bed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even indifference should have a limit. I started to get angry and honestly thought about assaulting her. But, if I did so and caused a commotion a crowd would gather and I would be in trouble. After pondering what to do for a long time I used a cushion that was rolling around on the floor as a pillow and just decided to sleep.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And, this morning, when I opened my eyes, that woman was nowhere to be seen.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What the hell is she thinking,&amp;quot; I mumble absent-mindedly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thinking back after regaining my cool, Ryougi appears to be the same age as me. It seems more suitable to call her a girl than a woman.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If she&#039;s seventeen she&#039;s a student. In that case has she gone to school? I don&#039;t think that&#039;s correct, this room is too bleak to accept that. The only things in this room are a bed, fridge, phone, four leather jackets hanging on the coat hanger and a wardrobe, which feels like it would contain clothing. There&#039;s no TV or even a radio. There are no magazines that were carelessly dropped after being read and there isn&#039;t even a table.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All of a sudden, I remember her words from last night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I said that I had killed someone Ryougi had replied that she had done the same. ... Ryougi&#039;s words hadn&#039;t seemed real then but they might be true after all. Because this room is a fugitive&#039;s room. The sense that someone lives here is lacking to the point of morbidity. Thinking up to there I get a chilling feeling. I thought I had picked up an ace of spades but have I picked up a joker instead? ... Whatever the case I didn&#039;t intend to stay long. I wanted to at least say goodbye but since the person in question isn&#039;t here there&#039;s no helping it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Walking carefully like a thief who has broken in, I decided to leave the unfamiliar girl&#039;s room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming outside I wandered aimlessly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At first I hesitantly went around the road beside the mansion, but regardless of my situation the world was no different from usual. Like a hand on a clock going round and round it was just repeating its daily routine with no change at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So its like this in the end, and depressed I came out to the main road.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The road is the same as always. There are no police looking for Enjoh Tomoe, and there are no looks holding me in contempt for being a murderer.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For some reason it seems the bodies haven&#039;t been found yet. Yes, there&#039;s no way the world could change so much due to something a half-wit like me did. I don&#039;t seem to be a fugitive yet. Even so I didn&#039;t feel like going back home.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Past noon and I&#039;ve come to the plaza with the bronze statue of a dog. Draping myself onto a suitable bench I look up at the big neon sign set up on a near-by building.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In that state I spent a few blank hours.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even though its a weekday this place is booming with people. The side-walks are overflowing with people and when the pedestrian lights turn green a tide of humanity flows out with a force that seems set to knock the cars out of the way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The majority of the crowd are humans that aren&#039;t so different in age from me. On the whole they walk foward with smiling faces or iron visages. There&#039;s no hesitation there. No --- they&#039;ve probably never even thought of hesitating. On their faces there isn&#039;t even the letter &#039;life&#039;, I can&#039;t see these faces as living for a hope-filled future or a dream they wish to fulfil. Everyone walks on with faces that say they know everything about the world. But amongst all that, how much truth is there?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it everyone, or is it just a portion.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Real and fake.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I kept looking from within the crowds that cannot be reconciled to try and find a real one, but couldn&#039;t distinguish them at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Is it obvious? --- As originally the only one who would know such a thing is yourself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I turned my eyes from the crowds of humanity up towards the sky.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes --- to that point I wasn&#039;t real. I may have thought I was real but then I hopelessly revealed my true nature.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Until I entered high school Enjoh Tomoe was a well known name in the track and field world. Hating to lose, I didn&#039;t once see the backs of other athletes during junior high. I was confident of shortening my record still further, and there was no reason to suspect my intelligence either.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides, I liked to run more than anything else.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In that at least I was genuine. I even had a conviction that I wouldn&#039;t let any obstacle get in my way.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But I stopped running.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Our family was never rich. My father lost his job when I was in elementary school so our household was always barren. My mother was born in a distinguished family and it was said that she broke off all ties with her family to marry my father. My dad who lost his job and didn&#039;t work, and my mother who grew up ignorant of the world and didn&#039;t know how to do anything.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In that crumbling family I think I grew up faster than other children. I lied about my age to do part-time work and I was at least earning my school fees in any way I could.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#039;t know anything of what was going on with our family. I was too busy just living my life.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to school with the money I earnt, and entered high school through my efforts alone. My parents whom I already could not think of as parents, and the problem of money with which to live on. To me who bore those two burdens, running was my unique salvation.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So no matter how tired I was I continued club activities and was able to enter high school as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But then My dad caused an accident. He hit a person with a car. That wasn&#039;t the only problem. Dad didn&#039;t even have a driver&#039;s license ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I think mother obtained the indemnity for the victim&#039;s family but borrowing money from her relations with her head bowed. At that time I was depressed and didn&#039;t want to think about anything so I can&#039;t be sure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Waiting for me after all the strife was over was the change in my surroundings. There was no longer any connection between me and my parents, but for just the reason that I was their child there was a sudden change in the school community&#039;s attitude towards me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The track team coaches who had always been helpful till then began to openly ignore me. The seniors who had supported me saying that a prodigy had joined the club pressured me to quit the track team.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But I was already used to that sort of thing so it wasn&#039;t really a problem.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My problem was my family. Because of the accident, my dad lost the little income he had and no longer had the strength to support a family. My mother started doing unfamiliar part-time work, but that kind of thing could only cover the heating and lighting bills.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Already unable to obtain a proper job from a few years back, to make us more miserable my dad killed a person while driving without a license. That rumour spread and spread until my dad could no longer go outside. My mother braved the insults to go and find work but she could never stay in one place for long. It got so bad that if I just took a walk somebody would throw a rock at me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... The criticism from those around us got worse daily, but I didn&#039;t feel any anger about it. What my father did was real. I thought of the persecution and contempt as a natural reaction. After all the one at fault wasn&#039;t the world but my dad.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And yet, it wasn&#039;t as if the object of my anger was my parents either.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that time I hated everything. Everything that surrounded me became annoying.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No matter what you did or how hard you tried, the result would be the same. No matter how fast you ran, if that annoying thing called family followed along the future was as clear as a flame at night.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was definitely then that I stopped fighting.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We chase after the so-called natural life and undergo painful experiences as a result. If I accept that my life is like this anyway, there&#039;s no reason to think myself unfortunate.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#039;s just like when we are young. Exchanging reality for a fantasy, I decided to live on by myself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything seemed to be of no import after I made that choice and school was the first thing I quit.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No, if I didn&#039;t work all day I couldn&#039;t support my family. If you are young there are plenty of jobs available regardless of experience.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Awkwardly for me I possessed that useless thing called a conscience, and I couldn&#039;t throw away my family. Yet I did not talk to them at all after I quit school.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Acting in this manner --- I woke up one day to find that I had clean forgotten about the running I had liked so much.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was something I had enjoyed so much. Something that had been such a source of relief. But it had been something I could give up because of so trifling a misfortune as that occuring, that realisation shocked even me.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The people who had praised me disappeared, and I didn&#039;t have time to run anymore. How could such excuse-like things break me of my enjoyment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If I was real --- if running was something that I could never have exchanged for anything else, if running was the heart of the human called Enjoh Tomoe, things wouldn&#039;t have turned out like that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... When I was young, I followed my parents to a ranch and saw a horse. Seeing that horse that I didn&#039;t even know the name of, I broke down and cried. Seeing that being whose only act in life was to run, I couldn&#039;t stop my tears from pouring out. If there were such things as past lives I would have been one of them. That was how strong my belief was, that was how much I admired the very act of running itself.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But I was a fake.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes. It was only that I had a firm belief of my reality, I was actually nothing more than a fake ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- You even killed a person in the end.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Heehee, I laugh. To be laughing when I&#039;m not happy at all, humans are so flawed.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even looking at the sky gets tedious, so I look around the street.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... The flood of humanity doesn&#039;t cease at all.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Those people going on by with smiling or cold faces can&#039;t be real. If they were living with some goal in mind there&#039;s no way they would be in a pleasure area like this. Or rather, if you were to say that their objective in life was to play --- that kind of &#039;real&#039; I can&#039;t accept.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Clickclickclick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, I came back to my senses from there onwards. For me --- as self-righteous as my thoughts are, there&#039;s nothing like a meaning in my position.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at the clock, it was becoming night time without me having noticing.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#039;t stay here for hours on end. I left the overflowing tide of humanity behind and left that place.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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***&lt;br /&gt;
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The light from a weak streetlight is illuminating the street by an unfamiliar residence.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After the autumn sun fell I walked for three hours.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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While pondering where to spend the night, I recollected my wits and found that I was close to Ryougi&#039;s apartment.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Humans, if we crash once do we become so unable to act like men?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was always prideful of the fat that the merit of the guy called Enjoh Tomoe was the rapidity with which my feelings changed. But if I&#039;m like this its not fast or slow. Am I still unable to cut those lingering attachments after all?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I look up I don&#039;t see a light on in Ryougi&#039;s room. It seems that she is absent.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Fine. Since I&#039;ve come here I may as well look.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I go up the stairs. Let&#039;s confront the harsh reality, the reason for my actions was that I wanted to guide that self of mine that still clung to an unique salvation.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Going up the iron stairway that clangs with every step, I arrived at the room on the end of the second floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The paper that was here when I came out this morning isn&#039;t there. It looks like Ryougi came back once. There&#039;s no response even when I knock on the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;See, she&#039;s not there.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After I just wait for a bit I try turning the handle.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- It moves.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The door opens easily.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The inside is dark. With the handle in my hand I froze. My mind is blank.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How long am I going to stand here like this? The moment I thought that --- I shoved my body through the opening and went inside.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gulp, I swallow my saliva.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#039;t believe this, I can&#039;t believe this, I can&#039;t believe I would do something like this.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course I am imitating a rebel now, but I always hated anything like crime. Since I was young I disliked cowardly acts. Yet, after committing murder I am now trespassing. --- No, this is force majeur. Anyway, that girl said so as well, that I could use this place as I liked.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Clickclickclick.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Repeating incoherent excuses in the bottom of my heart I walk in. From the front door to the corridor, from the corridor to the lounge.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The light&#039;s aren&#039;t on so the room&#039;s dark. Within the darkness, I gasp for breath and kill the noise of my footsteps.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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--- Damn it, under these circumstance I may as well be a thief. Lights, I have to turn on the lights. You get suspected because its dark. Ah, but where&#039;s the switch ---?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I pat the wall looking for the light switch for the flourescent light.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At that moment I hear the door open.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi&#039;s come back, before I could think that fix my position, the owner of the house turned on the light and opened the door.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She opens it, and stares at my trespassing self with blank eyes.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What, you came today as well? What are you doing, not even turning the lights on.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking coldly as if berating a classmate, Ryougi closes the door to the room and sheds her leather jacket.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Straddling the edge of the bed in that state, she put her hand into the convenience store plastic bag she was holding in one hand and rustled around.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Do you want it? I hate cold things.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hwik, she throws me a cup of ice-cream. The label says Haagen-Daaz&#039;s strawberry. That she doesn&#039;t care about an invader like me isn&#039;t the only puzzling thing about her, buying something she doesn&#039;t like is a riddle as well.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Holding the cold cup in both hands, I fully mobilised my reasoning power.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl doesn&#039;t care about me at all. Even tough she knows ... well I can&#039;t be sure how sincerely she takes it... that I&#039;m a murderer. Does the fact that she still offered her room as a refuge mean that this girl is someone the police is after too ... ?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... Oi. You. You are a suspicious person aren&#039;t you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When I asked such a thing ignoring all the things I had done, the kimono girl started laughing, &amp;quot;Ahahahaha!&amp;quot; loudly.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You are a weird one, you are. Oho --- suspicious, you say I&#039;m suspicious! That&#039;s a really good expression, it really captures the feel, really!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ryougi was earnestly laughing. As the black hair that she had cut as she liked became scattered, I couldn&#039;t see her anything but a suspicious person.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Haha, ahahahaha, ha --- Mmm, yeah. There&#039;s no one in this area who kicks up a fuss like me. But didn&#039;t you kick up quite a fuss yourself? In that case it shouldn&#039;t matter what&#039;s happened, should it? For that sort of thing? Is that all you have to say?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Wearing a meaningful smile, the kimono girl looks up at me. .... That pose with its air of somewhat fragile tranquility, it was similar to a child holding a new toy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No.... just one more question. Why, are you helping me?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You asked me to help you. I helped you since I didn&#039;t have anything else to do. You don&#039;t have a place to sleep do you? You can use this place for a while. It&#039;s not as if Mikiya is coming anytime soon anyway.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
... You helped because you had nothing better to do? What the hell is that, however relaxed you may be what kind of stupid reason is that. My mind may be upside down, but its not mangled so badly as to blindly accept that. With this as evidence I can at least figure out if this girl is lying or not.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I glare at the girl in the kimono. She doesn&#039;t pay any attention at all. It&#039;s different from disregard, it&#039;s and imposing candidness. ... What is this paradox. Distressingly, there is no reason to suspect that Ryougi is not speaking sincerely.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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If it&#039;s not that, could it be that this person does not need a beneficial reason. If you took it as granted that this girl didn&#039;t think of easy to understand reasons like, because you are a friend or, because I can get money.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But, even then ---.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Are you for real? You are going to hid a suspicious guy like me without wanting anything in return? You haven&#039;t taken any drugs have you?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What a rude guy. I hate drugs, and I&#039;m extremely normal. I don&#039;t even report anything to the police. Although I will if you tell me to.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, I also do not worry about such a thing. Who could picture this girl contacting the police. What I worried about was something more basic than that.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Look. I&#039;m a guy and you are a girl. Letting someone you don&#039;t even know sleep over is a bit... I&#039;m asking if it&#039;s still okay, that&#039;s what I&#039;m saying!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;What? Don&#039;t guys go somewhere different if they want to hug a girl?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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At this reply spoken with a preposterous face, I didn&#039;t know what to say.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, I&#039;m saying since ---.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Ah, just shut up. If this place isn&#039;t to your liking you can just find another place to stay. Why are you stubbornly sounding out what I think?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Harshly cutting off my words the girl puts her hand back into the plastic bag. What she took out was a triangular tomato sandwich.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... It really seems like there&#039;s no one like me in her vicinity.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In that case I will use this place as my sleeping place. Is that okay?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Although I shouted because of my frustration the other party didn&#039;t bat an eyelid and nodded assent.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Fine. I&#039;ll tell you its annoying if it gets annoying,&amp;quot; Ryougi says while chewing the sandwich.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With that my strength left me and I sat myself down plumply onto the floor.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And time flowed by.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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However it was, I decided to go along boldly. As if to try and regain that conceit that the merit of Enjoh Tomoe is the quick change in feelings, I think about my days to come.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#039;ve obtained a sleeping place for now. As for meals the 30000 yen I&#039;ve got on me should last me for a month. In that time I have to find a way to live without being caught by the police.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- Eh?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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All of a sudden, a question formed. Why was it that tonight the front door hadn&#039;t been locked?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Hey, why didn&#039;t you lock the door?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Isn&#039;t it obvious, I don&#039;t have a key so I don&#039;t lock it.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;--- What?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing that I almost fainted.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This girl Ryougi, apparently she didn&#039;t have a key to the house. The only time she locked the door was when she slept, when she went out she just closed the door. The position of the person in question being, even if a thief was to come in while she was away there would be no harm done to her.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So the reason I was able to trespass wasn&#039;t a coincidence or anything. It could be that the reason for the absence of any household items in this room is because a burglar broke in.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You idiot, at least take a key around! Normally, you go and borrow a spare key from the owner if you don&#039;t have one.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I lost the spare too. So what? It&#039;s nothing that would trouble you, and if you stole these kind of things it would just weigh you down.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Damn it, if I talk one way she&#039;s the type to rebut my words in that manner. Even so I can&#039;t relax if she doesn&#039;t have a key. There&#039;s the safety of one&#039;s own self to think of, but is it that there is that bad a problem in Ryougi&#039;s life.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I put aside the undescribable repulsion I had been holding towards Ryougi until a moment ago, and truly worried about this immature kid.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t say something so stupid. What kind of house doesn&#039;t have a key. Wait... Since it&#039;s become like this, I&#039;ll replace the whole thing with a new one for you.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... That&#039;s fine but, do you have the money?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Don&#039;t think so lowly of me. I can do this much at least. I&#039;ll do it all tonight, so from tomorrow take a key around properly!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And, I stood up.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I worked at a moving company. I learnt enough about repairing things around a house that I can easily repair something like an apartment door. At the storage facility of the company I had worked at until 2 days ago there should at least be something like a stock door handle.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With a vigor I could scarcely credit, I was running out into the night-time streets.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How do I secretly enter the building when the police could catch me at any moment, I earnestly wonder, I realise that I&#039;m on an extremely dangerous adventure.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Really, I can&#039;t say anything about Ryougi.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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To be breaking into the company I had worked at for a girl I didn&#039;t even properly know the name of, I&#039;m a pretty crazy person too.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<id>https://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Kara_no_Kyoukai:Chapter03_12&amp;diff=17050</id>
		<title>Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter03 12</title>
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		<updated>2007-06-08T00:14:29Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Magus: &lt;/p&gt;
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Broad Bridge is distorted like it has been squeezed by a giant hand. After coming here in the storm in Tohko-san&#039;s buggy and arguing with the guard, Shiki shows up from under the bridge with a blood-soaked arm. The guard runs up to Shiki, but she tackles him and knocks him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yo. For some reason, I thought you would be here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiki says this with a pale face. There were were many things I wanted to say but, they all disappear when I see how weak she is. I run to help her, but Shiki refuses and does not even let me support her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So you managed with just one arm, huh, Shiki?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tohko-san seems surprised. Shiki glares in discontent.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Tohko, She came up with Clairvoyance in the end. She&#039;ll have a ridiculous amount power if you leave her be.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Clairvoyance, huh? Certainly, if you add that to her power, she&#039;ll be invincible. She would be able to make a fulcrum even if you are hiding... Huh? If you leave her be...?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;She returned to pain insensitivity at the very end. That&#039;s cheating. Asagami Fujino in that state can&#039;t be my target. I couldn&#039;t do anything else so I just killed the disease in her stomach. She might make it if you hurry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiki did not kill Asagami Fujino. Understanding that, I quickly call the hospital. I&#039;m not sure if they would be willing to come in this storm, but if they won&#039;t, I&#039;ll just take her myself. Fortunately, her doctor agrees to come. He was worried when Fujino disappeared, and it seemed he was crying over the phone. There may not be many, but Fujino still has people on her side. I am moved. Behind me, those two are having a dangerous conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Did you stop the bleeding on that arm? It doesn&#039;t seem to be, at least.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah, I killed it &#039;cause it was useless. You can make an arm, right? You&#039;re a puppet master after all.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;All right. That will be your pay for this job. I always thought that your body was too normal in contrast to you eyes. I can make that left arm able to grab spirits and such.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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... I don&#039;t want them talking about such things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;An ambulance is going to come here. It&#039;ll be lots of trouble to stay here, so do you want to get away?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tohko-san nods but Shiki is silent. ... She probably wants to make sure that Asagami Fujino does get taken away safely.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Since I contacted them, I&#039;ll stay here. I&#039;ll tell you what happened, so you can go back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;In this strong rain? You sure are strange. All right, let&#039;s go back, Shiki.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiki refuses Tohko-san&#039;s offer. Tohko-san makes a mean smile and gets in her off-road buggy, which seems totally illegal.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shiki. Don&#039;t kill Kokuto just because you couldn&#039;t kill Asagami Fujino.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tohko-san says so seriously and drives off. In the summer rain, Shiki and I end up seeking shelter in the nearby warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;
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---&lt;br /&gt;
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The ambulance comes in no time and carries off Asagami Fujino. In this storm, I cannot see her face. I cannot make sure that she&#039;s the girl from that one night, but I think that&#039;s for the best. Shiki blankly stares into the night, wet from the rain. She was glaring at Fujino all this time. I inquire as to her feelings amid the sound of rain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Shiki, you still can&#039;t forgive Asagami Fujino?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;...... I don&#039;t care about the one I already killed.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiki declares so. There&#039;s no hate or anything there. For Shiki, Fujino must be someone she does not know anymore. ... It&#039;s sad but that might be the best for these two. Shiki casts a glance at me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;How about you? You say murder is wrong no matter what the reason is.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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She seems like she&#039;s asking herself the question.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... Yeah, but I sympathize with her. To be honest, I could care less about Fujino killing the guys who violated her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That&#039;s unexpected. I was hoping for your popular opinion.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Do you want to be blamed, Shiki? You didn&#039;t kill anyone. I close my eyes and listen to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Really? But that is my opinion. Because, Shiki, even though she lost herself, Asagami Fujino is a normal girl. She will take in what she&#039;s done without changing the facts to suit her. Even if she does give herself up to the police, no one can prove what she&#039;s done and she won&#039;t be socially responsible for her sins. That&#039;s what makes it more difficult.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;...... I think sins are things people willingly burden themselves with. A burden that one casts on themselves according to their views, that is what a sin is. The more compassion you have, the heavier a burden your sin becomes. The more common sense you have, the heavier a burden your sin becomes. Asagami Fujino&#039;s sins become heavier and more painful as she gets happier.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiki tells me I&#039;m too good-natured.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Then does that mean those without compassion have no sense of what sin is?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I don&#039;t think anyone exists without a sense of sin. It just means that their sins are lighter to bear, but they are still there. A small sin within their small scope of compassion. For us it might seem trivial, like tripping on a road; but for that person, it becomes a burden. Even the small pain for us becomes an unpleasant feeling for those with small compassion. No matter the weight, the meaning of a sin is the same.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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... Yes. For example, Minato Keita was probably frightened to the point of insanity because of the realization of his sins. He cannot atone for his regret, sense of guilt, fear, or impatience; but all he can do is &#039;&#039;try&#039;&#039; to atone for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Certainly, it must be easier to not be responsible for your sins socially. But if no one punishes you for your sins, you have to carry them yourself. A guilty conscience is not something that goes away, right? You have memories of it. Since no one forgave you for it, you cannot forgive it yourself. The wound in your heart never heals and will continue to hurt. Like her sense of pain remaining, the wound would never heal. As you say, a soul does not have a physical form...... so I don&#039;t think a wound on it can be treated.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shiki is listening silently. Maybe because I looked up Fujino&#039;s past, I&#039;m unusually poetic. Shiki suddenly leaves the cover of the warehouse and goes out into the rain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;So you&#039;re saying this. The more common sense you have, the more sense of sin you have. That&#039;s why there&#039;s no bad people in this world. But I have no such thing. Could you let such a person run unbounded??&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that she says so, that is indeed true. Before you can call Shiki good or bad, she has a small concept of common sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I see. Then I guess it can&#039;t be helped. I&#039;ll have to burden all your sins then.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Those are my true feelings. They seem to have caught Shiki off guard, as she stands there dumbfounded. After being struck by the rain for a while, Shiki murmurs uncomfortably.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;... I finally remember... You say those kinds of jokes with a straight face.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest, Shiki found it hard to deal with such things.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;...... *Sigh* I see. I do think I can at least carry one girl on me, you know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I argue timidly, and Shiki laughs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I&#039;ll confess one more thing, I think I&#039;ve borne another sin with this thing today. But I found out something in return. What my life is, and what I want. It&#039;s vague and fragile, but I will have to follow it for now. It turns out that what I&#039;m following isn&#039;t as ugly as I thought it was. I&#039;m a bit happy. A bit... A killing impulse that is slightly leaning towards your view...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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... I can only frown at her last sentence, but Shiki is beautiful as she smiles against the rain. The storm should go away by morning. &lt;br /&gt;
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I keep staring at Shiki, surrounded by the summer rain. Come to think of it, the is the first true smile she&#039;s ever shown me since she recovered from the coma...&lt;br /&gt;
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Remaining Sense of Pain&lt;br /&gt;
Fin&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Magus</name></author>
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