The next day, Mikuru came to school, looking a little odd for her preppy self. Sheesh, I knew this would happen. Damn Kyon. Well, I took my usual seat in homeroom, having a nice view of Kyon's head. It seemed for hours until class was over, but when I finally heard the passing bell ring, I felt relieved. I ran down to the lunch room, and quickly found a seat next to Mikuru.
"Hey Mikuru... what's the problem?" I asked.
"I've done something wrong..." She said softly.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. She let Kyon in her pants, didn't she?
"What is it, Mikuru-kun?"
"I shouldn't..."
"Yeah yeah yeah. It's classified?"
"No, but... I shouldn't have serious relationships with someone from this time..." she sounded like she was about to cry. Typical Mikuru-kun.
"God. First of all, anything having to do with Kyon isn't serious. Second, whatever. Just stop crying."
"Huh? who said anything about Kyon-kun?" Mikuru sounded surprised.
Oh shit. Was she with someone else??
"Uhrm, nothing?"
"o-okay..." she stuttered.
"Well, nice chatting with you... I'm gonna go, kay?"
"I'll see you at the clubroom, Suzumiya-san."
I got up quickly and walked to the clubroom. When I finally reached the room, I saw Yuki reading her usual book. Well, a book. She doesn't read the same one every day if that's what you're thinking.
I sat at the computer and tapped my foot on the end of the desk. Suddenly, I heard the door open, and guess who? Kyon. Wonderful.
"Hey Nagato, Suzumiya." he waved at us, and sat down at the table.
"So, what's the plan today?" He asked.
"just whatever comes up I guess. Sheesh, where's Mikuru?"
"Don't ask me", Kyon leaned back in his chair. God, I hope he falls on his ass. Jerkwad.
Then as if on cue, Mikuru bounced her way into the clubroom. Kyon automaticly walked out, waiting for Mikuru to dress into her usual maid outfit. Once she was finished, he walked back in, sat back down, and waited for his tea. God damn, does he think he's a prince or something?
Mikuru made the tea, and handed a cup to me, then to Kyon.
"Where's Itsuki?" Kyon asked. Sheesh, why did he care?
"I dunno," I said as I chugged my tea.
Today, had to have been the longest day of my life. School finally ended a while later, and Idon't think Itsuki even came to school. Odd.
"Hey Mikuru... what's the problem?" I asked.
"I've done something wrong..." She said softly.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. She let Kyon in her pants, didn't she?
"What is it, Mikuru-kun?"
"I shouldn't..."
"Yeah yeah yeah. It's classified?"
"No, but... I shouldn't have serious relationships with someone from this time..." she sounded like she was about to cry. Typical Mikuru-kun.
"God. First of all, anything having to do with Kyon isn't serious. Second, whatever. Just stop crying."
"Huh? who said anything about Kyon-kun?" Mikuru sounded surprised.
Oh shit. Was she with someone else??
"Uhrm, nothing?"
"o-okay..." she stuttered.
"Well, nice chatting with you... I'm gonna go, kay?"
"I'll see you at the clubroom, Suzumiya-san."
I got up quickly and walked to the clubroom. When I finally reached the room, I saw Yuki reading her usual book. Well, a book. She doesn't read the same one every day if that's what you're thinking.
I sat at the computer and tapped my foot on the end of the desk. Suddenly, I heard the door open, and guess who? Kyon. Wonderful.
"Hey Nagato, Suzumiya." he waved at us, and sat down at the table.
"So, what's the plan today?" He asked.
"just whatever comes up I guess. Sheesh, where's Mikuru?"
"Don't ask me", Kyon leaned back in his chair. God, I hope he falls on his ass. Jerkwad.
Then as if on cue, Mikuru bounced her way into the clubroom. Kyon automaticly walked out, waiting for Mikuru to dress into her usual maid outfit. Once she was finished, he walked back in, sat back down, and waited for his tea. God damn, does he think he's a prince or something?
Mikuru made the tea, and handed a cup to me, then to Kyon.
"Where's Itsuki?" Kyon asked. Sheesh, why did he care?
"I dunno," I said as I chugged my tea.
Today, had to have been the longest day of my life. School finally ended a while later, and Idon't think Itsuki even came to school. Odd.