Breakdown
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Kyon was sitting next to him in the quiet light of the club room, for once working on homework and not playing a game. The other club members were trying to distribute flyers, or something of the sort which they had been left out of, and so it was only the two of them in the room. His smile had dropped and his face was serious, if a bit forlorn.
He took a breath.
"It's not a big deal, but I like you." There was no blush to his cheeks, no quickening of his pulse, no hesitation. As if he were stating the time of day. His fellow club member looked at him with distrust and Itsuki didn't blame him. He had already told him once that his smile was too plastic, and that his harmless teasing was too annoying. But the esper had known the boy long enough to make up his mind on the subject. "I just wanted you to know. I'm sorry, this isn't in jest." He added as an afterthought.
He wasn't worried about how their friendship would be affected, for you could hardly call them friends. Kyon would continue to talk to him, in the same minimal amount that he did now, and that wouldn't change because without their daily conversations the Earth might simply cease to exist. They wouldn't act any differently to each other in front of anyone else, lest their club Chief hear the rumors, because Suzumiya would be affected if their relationship became completely strained. And Kyon probably thought this was a joke, even with the reassurance.
He could neither move forward nor backward. If the two of them got two close, if there seemed even a hint of a romantic relationship, Haruhi would become jealous or depressed. If they seemed to not like each other at all, she would become sad because she wanted everyone to get along in the merry little gang she had formed. Itsuki was still, writing idly on his paper on his side of the table. Kyon was quiet too, and suddenly he had an inspiration.
“I will teach you.” The boy looked at him warily. Considering his last statement and Kyon’s own temperament , he wasn’t surprised at the reaction.
“Teach me what?”
“Philosophy. So you can understand me.” The words were simple, yet he felt as if he had revealed something. A part of himself, the fake, the enigmatic esper was offering something up in return for a little company. For a friend. For, maybe, more.
“Give me a break.” Kyon muttered, talking to himself. No doubt he was still processing the information that had been presented to him. Itsuki didn't know if he received confessions of that nature often, but he hoped that the answer was a no. He didn't want Kyon to be the sort of person who, from years of constantly fending off admirers, had grown completely cold when such things were brought to light.
“Well,” he spoke, running a finger along the edge of the desk in front of them. “I won’t do anything strange to you, if that’s your fear.” The wood was smooth. There were little engravings on it, done by bored children with pocket knives or steadily worn into the desk with a pen, and he read them with silent interest.
I hate school. A chorus of “me too”s surrounded it.
1999. The end of the world.
Are you E?
Inside jokes, complains, initials. He glanced upwards to see his schoolmate staring at him, and continued on in spite of the silence. “Philosophy is asking why things are the way they are.” He shifted, and muffled his words against the warm fabric of his sleeve. His fellow club member was standing there, horribly motionless in the oppressive warmth of the room, and he knew that it would be worth it even if he simply stayed to listen.
“So tell me. Why?” Kyon interjected his musings, almost embarrassed to even be asking.
Koizumi took a breath, dragged out the time forever and ever, and everything was as still as death as he repeated his words. “Why?”
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First chapter for this ongoing story! It won't really have a plot, just Itsuki trying to get closer to Kyon and tidbits of philosophy used as an excuse. I'll try to do it on chronological order. I'll try to start off easy, maybe with Buddha first because Kyon would be most familiar with him... But~, Itsuki's going to be able to twist things, you know. Don't expect everything I write to be true in these matters... It's not as if I'm an expert myself, too. >.>;
Breakdown: The Basics
Posted December Twenty-Ninth, 2007
Posted December Twenty-Ninth, 2007
Kyon was sitting next to him in the quiet light of the club room, for once working on homework and not playing a game. The other club members were trying to distribute flyers, or something of the sort which they had been left out of, and so it was only the two of them in the room. His smile had dropped and his face was serious, if a bit forlorn.
He took a breath.
"It's not a big deal, but I like you." There was no blush to his cheeks, no quickening of his pulse, no hesitation. As if he were stating the time of day. His fellow club member looked at him with distrust and Itsuki didn't blame him. He had already told him once that his smile was too plastic, and that his harmless teasing was too annoying. But the esper had known the boy long enough to make up his mind on the subject. "I just wanted you to know. I'm sorry, this isn't in jest." He added as an afterthought.
He wasn't worried about how their friendship would be affected, for you could hardly call them friends. Kyon would continue to talk to him, in the same minimal amount that he did now, and that wouldn't change because without their daily conversations the Earth might simply cease to exist. They wouldn't act any differently to each other in front of anyone else, lest their club Chief hear the rumors, because Suzumiya would be affected if their relationship became completely strained. And Kyon probably thought this was a joke, even with the reassurance.
He could neither move forward nor backward. If the two of them got two close, if there seemed even a hint of a romantic relationship, Haruhi would become jealous or depressed. If they seemed to not like each other at all, she would become sad because she wanted everyone to get along in the merry little gang she had formed. Itsuki was still, writing idly on his paper on his side of the table. Kyon was quiet too, and suddenly he had an inspiration.
“I will teach you.” The boy looked at him warily. Considering his last statement and Kyon’s own temperament , he wasn’t surprised at the reaction.
“Teach me what?”
“Philosophy. So you can understand me.” The words were simple, yet he felt as if he had revealed something. A part of himself, the fake, the enigmatic esper was offering something up in return for a little company. For a friend. For, maybe, more.
“Give me a break.” Kyon muttered, talking to himself. No doubt he was still processing the information that had been presented to him. Itsuki didn't know if he received confessions of that nature often, but he hoped that the answer was a no. He didn't want Kyon to be the sort of person who, from years of constantly fending off admirers, had grown completely cold when such things were brought to light.
“Well,” he spoke, running a finger along the edge of the desk in front of them. “I won’t do anything strange to you, if that’s your fear.” The wood was smooth. There were little engravings on it, done by bored children with pocket knives or steadily worn into the desk with a pen, and he read them with silent interest.
I hate school. A chorus of “me too”s surrounded it.
1999. The end of the world.
Are you E?
Inside jokes, complains, initials. He glanced upwards to see his schoolmate staring at him, and continued on in spite of the silence. “Philosophy is asking why things are the way they are.” He shifted, and muffled his words against the warm fabric of his sleeve. His fellow club member was standing there, horribly motionless in the oppressive warmth of the room, and he knew that it would be worth it even if he simply stayed to listen.
“So tell me. Why?” Kyon interjected his musings, almost embarrassed to even be asking.
Koizumi took a breath, dragged out the time forever and ever, and everything was as still as death as he repeated his words. “Why?”
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First chapter for this ongoing story! It won't really have a plot, just Itsuki trying to get closer to Kyon and tidbits of philosophy used as an excuse. I'll try to do it on chronological order. I'll try to start off easy, maybe with Buddha first because Kyon would be most familiar with him... But~, Itsuki's going to be able to twist things, you know. Don't expect everything I write to be true in these matters... It's not as if I'm an expert myself, too. >.>;
