Chapter 4 - Vol 4
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Light Novel
Chapter 4
I believe anyone who has experienced it would know how scary it is to walk alone at school in
the dark.
I hung my jacket over my shoulder and walked slowly out of the club room. Like a ninja, I tried
not to make any sound when walking down the stairs. Every time I reached a corner, I would
always take a look around me before moving any further. It sure was exhausting! I had no idea
what date it was in this North High, but it'd be troublesome if I was seen by an on-duty teacher. I
wouldn't even know how to explain this--in fact, I wish someone would explain all this to me
instead!
I walked sweatily under the humid air and finally reached the entrance hall.
"Now, what do we have here..."
After saying that, I opened my shoe locker. Inside were someone else's indoor shoes--I was
pretty sure they weren't mine. I quickly eliminated the possibility of someone opening the wrong
locker and taking my shoes by mistake. It was the middle of summer right now, that means I've
once again leaped into another dimension -- I'm quite amazed I could have such an imagination.
The current owner of this shoe locker wasn't me, but someone from this world or dimension. I
wasn't as surprised as I expected myself to be, either because I was already used to this stuff, or
because I was already numb to such overwhelming events.
"Can't be helped."
Obviously it wouldn't look nice to be wearing indoor shoes outside, but I was left with no other
choice. My priority was to leave the school complex. As expected, the entrance door was locked
tight at night. So I walked to a nearby window, unlocked it and opened it carefully. I slowly
inhaled the fragrant night breeze and leaped out the window and onto the stony steps, where
Haruhi had awoken me when we had been inside the Sealed Dimension.
I stopped for about ten seconds. After making sure no one could see me, I continued onward.
It was just as hot outside the school complex. This was a typical, humid Japanese summer heat. I
just came over from the freezing cold winter, so all my sweat glands were now opening up like
mad. I wiped the sweat off my face with my long sleeved shirt and headed towards the gate.
It was easy once I was outside. I must thank the school's non-existent security--I only needed to
climb over the fence and that was it. After climbing over, I picked up my jacket which I had
thrown across beforehand, and looked up at the starry sky as I pondered my next move.
Right now, I need to know what date and what time it is now. After all, there was a huge time
difference between the past and the future.
Might as well walk down the hill first. There should be a convenience store along the way. If I
walked into a nearby residence and asked, "What year and month is it today?" I'd probably be
treated as a demented high school student and locked up by the authorities. Better to go
somewhere where I could find out the date without having to ask someone.
"Still, it's quite hot..."
I was already hot as I was wearing my winter uniform, but now even my trousers were glued to
my legs by all the sweat. At that moment, I truly hated the inventor of these synthetic fibers. Not
to mention this winter uniform doesn't even keep one warm in winter; it's only designed to look
nice.
The fact that I was mumbling about such stuff meant that my brain was beginning to function
properly again. Instead of freezing in the winter waiting for spring to arrive, I'd rather be
complaining about how hot summer was while waving a fan. Besides, I've had too many
memories of my first summer in high school, though they were all physically and mentally
exhausting, yet once I got them over with, they weren't so bad at all. At least I got to see
Asahina-san in a swimsuit. I don't think we've had any SOS Brigade style activities in winter so
far.
My mind was occupied with the taste of the hot pot I was missing as I walked down the slope.
After fifteen minutes, I finally saw an illuminated sign. It was a convenience store which I
occasionally go to so I can grab a bite on my way home. At least I knew another thing, the
current time was before the store closes for the day.
I couldn't wait for the automatic doors to open, and looked around the wall once I got inside. It
took some time for me to get used to the coolness of the air conditioning. During this time, I
looked heartily at the analogue clock hanging on the wall.
Eight thirty.
As the sun had already set, it should be eight thirty at night.
What about the date? What year was it? There were all kinds of newspapers on the rack. Any one
would do. I randomly picked up a sports daily in the front and browsed very quickly at the
contents. It doesn't matter what was being written; even if it were the wildest imaginations
cooked up by some third-rate tabloid, they wouldn't go so far as to fake the date at the top of the
page, as well, would they?
My gaze stopped on a certain spot, and I saw it.
A set of numbers, which some people would consider lucky, entered my vision.
What year was it? As though I was trying to swallow the paper, I carefully confirmed the year
that was printed on top. The store assistant took a quick glance at me looking annoyed, but I
couldn't care less about that now.
I stared at the four digit number again and again. If I subtracted the year I had arrived from--
where I was still having a cold December--from the year on this sports daily... Even a kid would
know the answer to such a simple math question.
"So that's how it is, Nagato..."
I lifted my head from the newspaper and sighed deeply as I looked at the ceiling.
The joyously romantic Tanabata festival.
Today was the 7th of July of three years ago.
Tanabata, three years ago... Just what happened on this day?
The Tanabata of "this year" was like a rhapsody; after writing our wishes and hanging them out
on a bamboo stick, I had accepted Asahina-san's invitation and traveled back in time to this day.
Afterwards, I met the adult version of Asahina-san, who urged me to go to East Junior High that
night. And so, I came across a seventh-grade Haruhi about to climb over the fence and was
dragged along to help her write a message to outer space on the school's track field with white
chalk.
Thereafter, I brought Asahina-san (small), who lost her time-traveling device called a TPDD, to
Nagato's high-class apartment, and there the two of us slept for three years, allowing us to return
to where we came from...
"That means..."
This was easier than a simple math problem. All I needed to do was trace back what I had done
that day. That's it, I've finally got the gist of it, the essential step needed to restore the twisted
world back to order.
It has to be like that, right?
My legs were trembling hard, not from fear but rather the thrilling sensation from realizing that
something very important needs to be done.
Three years ago. Tanabata. East Junior High. The mysterious signs. John Smith.
As all the seemingly unrelated pieces begin to add up, I finally came to a conclusion. It was a
simple yet clear conclusion, I spoke the same line once again,
"That means..."
"They" are "here".
The seductively charming Asahina-san (big) and the Nagato Yuki in standby mode.
The two helpful people who could assist me were right here in this time period.
I threw down the newspaper and bolted out of the convenience store, thinking as I ran along.
I remember that the first time when I came to three years ago, which was right now, Asahina-san
had woken me up on a bench in the park near Kouyouen Station and told me "It's about nine at
night." If I were to run for about half an hour, I should be able to reach there in time. The only
problem was whether the culprit had also made changes to this time period. If there were
changes, then I would not find my other self there. In any case, I've got to make contact with
Asahina-san (big) or Nagato in her luxury apartment, or I could meet both. That means there
were two places I should go, the question was where to go first.
Nagato would be in her apartment all the time, so I could see her anytime, but I would only find
Asahina-san (big) in that specific time and place.
Dressed as a teacher, this adult Asahina-san was the one who had given me a hint concerning
Snow White and quickly left, hailing from an even farther future than the Asahina-san I knew.
The image of her pinching her younger self's face and smiling cheerfully was still fresh in my
memory.
That Asahina-san must know who I am, there should be no doubt about that.
Though the park wasn't far from the station, there were hardly any people there. Maybe it's
because it's very late now; this is an ideal time for all types of suspicious characters to come out.
Is this the holy land for freaks I wonder... I was thinking the same thing when I first came here
during the last Tanabata visit.
I didn't feel like making a grand entrance, so I had to walk alongside the brick wall of the park in
the dark. Though it's called a wall, it was only as tall as my waist, while on top of it was a large
wire fence, and surrounding it were all sorts of bushes. It was extremely easy to hide without
being seen by anyone inside the park in the daytime, let alone at night, though I'll need to be
careful of any pedestrians outside giving me weird gazes behind my back.
I recalled the position of the bench where I had woken up that time and slowly moved along the
wall to find an ideal hiding spot.
It was nearly nine at night.
I guess what I'm doing can be called voyeurism. After sticking my neck out from within the
bushes, I finally saw what I wanted to see.
"...That's the one."
It feels like watching myself starring in a movie. It also feels like watching myself from a thirdperson's
perspective in a dreamscape.
"But how am I gonna explain this..."
The bench appeared under the illumination of the lamps, as though being showered by the bright
light. Though it was a bit far, I couldn't be mistaken, the two people on top were both wearing
North High uniforms. It was as I remembered.
My past self and Asahina-san were sitting right there.
That other "me" was lying horizontally, resting his head on Asahina-san's lap while sleeping. I'd
be lying if I said I wasn't dreaming of anything worth drooling over. If a person couldn't get
sweet dreams using the world's most precious pillow, then there's no way he could ever sleep in
peace.
Being used as a pillow, Asahina-san would occasionally take a look at me sleeping on her lap, or
blow softly into my ear, or toy around with it. Man, I was feeling jealous already... No, wait, why
was I feeling jealous over myself, anyway?
For a moment, I really felt like shoving off that other "me" and taking his place, but in the end I
decided to suppress that impulse. The "me" in this time did not see my other self then. If I rushed
out now, things would just get complicated... right? The space-time continuum was already
messed up as it is; the last thing I want is to mess it up further myself.
Withholding my body's irrational impulsiveness, I continued my role as a Peeping Tom. The
more I thought about it, the more pleased I was with myself for managing to keep my composure
at such an odd time.
It was under such thoughts that I continued my observation. Asahina-san moved her cherry-red
lips and said something; sleeping on her lap, "I" moved slightly and then slowly woke up. I
couldn't hear anything from where I was hiding, but I remembered clearly that Asahina-san said,
"Oh, you've awakened?"
After conversing for a while with Asahina-san, she then felt tired and rested her head on "my"
shoulder...
The bush behind the bench ruffled, and that person appeared.
Wearing a white long-sleeved blouse and a blue mini-skirt, there's no way I could ever forget
that teacher's outfit.
Just before the end of May, she wrote me a note asking to meet me, and then gave me the hint
about Snow White. She even told me about her star-shaped birthmark, as well. And then on this
day, that is on Tanabata, she made Asahina-san (small) fall asleep, then guided me to where
Haruhi was before disappearing...
The adult version of Asahina-san.
Her height and body had both grown for a couple of years, coming from an even farther future
than Asahina-san the time traveler, this was none other than Asahina-san (big).
It was just like that time.
It's true, I was there myself on Tanabata three years ago, yet what was happening was exactly the
same as I had remembered.
After speaking to "me" for a while, Asahina-san (big) knelt down to pinch Asahina-san's (small)
face and caressed her body, she then stood up to say something to "me" again.
It was her mission to bring you here, yet from here onwards, it would be my mission to guide
you.
Um... Just what is...
I think that's what was being said.
After explaining everything to a wide-jawed "me", Asahina-san (big) then walked away and
disappeared from the illumination of the street lamp. It was now that I noticed that she was
heading towards the exit that was opposite to the one leading to East Junior High.
"I" remained awestruck, staring at the sleeping Asahina-san (small) and thinking about
something. I wanted to recall what it was that "I" had been thinking of, but I abandoned trying to
walk down Memory Lane after a few seconds, as I didn't want to lose track of Asahina-san (big).
I dashed out from the bushes where I was hiding and walked quickly along the edge of the park.
There was no longer any need to hide my presence, as when I was "me", "I" did not notice me.
At that time, "my" attention was not fixed on me who came from another time period, neither did
"I" realize there was another me in this time period. This made sense, as the "me" in the past
could never have realized how messed up the time-space continuum in my time period would
become. There was no time to pay any more attention to "me", who was too busy carrying
Asahina-san on his back to be worried about other things. I decided to walk away.
After passing the next corner I saw her at about a hundred meters away. She was walking with
her back towards me. The tapping sounds made by her high-heeled shoes sounded melodic. She
didn't seem to be in a hurry--suits me as I was in a hurry to see her. If I lose her now, then I
really won't know why I went through all the trouble to come here.
Walking a bit faster, I shortened my distance to her. Under the dim lights at night, her long limbs
and flowing hair seemed to glimmer in the light. Though I could only see her back, I was sure it
was her.
It didn't take me long to catch up and call out to her,
"Asahina-san!"
She stopped. The soft sound of her high-heeled shoes tapping on the ground ended. The soft
brown hair on her back wavered. As if in slow motion, she gradually turned around.
I wondered what she was going to say.
Huh? Didn't we just say goodbye a while ago?
Did you follow me all the way here? You couldn't have.
Hey, where's my other self?
In the end, it was none of the above.
"Good evening, Kyon-kun."
With a beautiful face that was just as I had remembered, she greeted me with a beaming smile.
With a beautiful face that was just as I had remembered, she greeted me with a beaming smile.
"It's been a while. For 'you', that is."
The adult Asahina-san winked after saying that. It was indeed the smile that I last saw five
months ago.
With the expression of a relieved child, Asahina-san (big) said,
"Thank goodness, we get to meet here again. Actually I was a bit worried whether I had made
any mistakes,"
"I'm still pretty clumsy," Asahina-san said and then cutely stuck out her tongue. It was such a
charming move that was enough to soften the bones inside one's body. But if I were to melt into
a pile of dirt right now, then I'll lose everything.
This Asahina-san knew what I was about to do next.
Trying my best to control my tongue, which seemed to have a mind of its own, I spoke,
"Asahina-san, so you knew I'd come here...... You knew I'd return to this time, and in this place,
right?"
"Yes," Asahina-san nodded her head, "Because this is a predetermined fact,"
"On that day of Tanabata, the little Asahina-san would bring me to the Tanabata three years
ago...... Which is today. You must be the one who had arranged for her to bring me here, right?"
"Yes, that is a prerequisite. Otherwise, you would not be here now,"
If I hadn't gone to East Junior High and drawn those graffiti, I wouldn't have told the seventhgrade
Haruhi now that my name was "John Smith". Of course, that would mean that the Haruhi
studying in her first year in Kouyouen School would never have heard of that name. In other
words, I would not have found the link. Because besides that name, there would be no link
whatsoever with me and that Haruhi who I was just with a few hours ago. As a result, the five of
us would not be gathered in the club room, and the Escape Program would not be activated.
At this time, a question arose in my head. That other John Smith...... Could it be!?
"That would be you, Kyon-kun. The current you,"
Asahina-san (big) gave me a smile as pretty as a white rose,
"It's a bit tiring talking while standing up, let's find somewhere to sit down. We still have time,"
The power in her smile and words was enough to dispel all the anxiety and confusion within me.
If Asahina-san (big) was here, that means the future still exists. Not the chaotic future after
December 18th, but the future where I and the Haruhi and Asahina-san I knew came from.
There's got to be a way.
I've obtained a sense of confidence that made me feel relieved. As if to further boost that
confidence, she continued,
"From now on, guiding you will be my mission. But after that, you're on your own. I will only
follow your lead then,"
She then gave me a wink that was enough to cause my knees to go soft.
We returned to the park and sat on the bench where Asahina-san (small) and "I" were sitting a
while ago. Before sitting down, Asahina-san (big) looked as though she were touching an
ancestral relic as she softly caressed the bench. I gradually sat down looking serious as well. The
bench was still warm, it was the body warmth of myself and Asahina-san who five months ago
had traveled back three years ago in time.
I asked quickly,
"Did something happen to the flow of time? I knew that the time period where I came from is
linked to this Tanabata. If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't have arrived here. Then, Asahinasan......
Does that mean there's no connection between the future you're from and the altered
future I came from?"
"I can't tell you the details,"
I thought so, must be one of those classified information, huh?
"No,"
Asahina-san (big) shook her head,
"I cannot explain it in a way you would comprehend. Our STC Theory is built on specific
concepts. It's too difficult to convey it in speech for you to understand. Do you still remember the
time when I first told you my true identity?"
I sure do, sitting by the river bank with the cherry blossom petals falling, I heard Asahina-san,
who I always thought to be just a cute upperclassman, reveal the shocking truth about her being a
time traveler.
"At that time, didn't I say something that you could hardly understand? That's the point. If I had
explained, I would just make you even more confused,"
Asahina-san (big) softly hit the side of her head as though knocking on it while winking at the
same time. Every little thing she does is just so sexy.
"This is a concept that cannot be explained in speech, it can only be conveyed in ways other than
that. Do you understand?"
Nope. As though trying to teach a kindergarten kid calculus, Asahina continued to explain to me,
who was already feeling dizzy,
"Um, but, soon you will understand. You will. That's all I can tell you now,"
Soon you will understand. Where have I heard of that before? That's it, it was Nagato. Nagato
had told me the same thing before...... No, hang on.
A flash of inspiration was triggered by the synapses in my brain as I gave the following reaction,
"Before summer vacation...... The one Nagato mentioned in the giant cave cricket incident......
About how computers in the future aren't like what they are now, could it be......"
"Wow, that's impressive. You still remember that? You're right, the equivalent to computers or
the so-called Internet in this time period, um...... It does not exist in a material sense in our time
period, but rather it exists in a shapeless sense within our brains. The TPDD is also the same,"
The object that wasn't supposed to disappear but has gone missing.
"Is that a time-traveling device?"
"It's a Time Plane Destruction Device,"
Isn't that supposed to be classified information!?
"Well, it was classified for me back then. But for me, the rules have been relaxed a lot. The fact
that I could come here means I've been working very hard,"
Asahina-san proudly puffed up her chest, the buttons on her blouse were close to popping out. A
physically impossible body proportion was revealed before my eyes, normally I would be dazed
by such a sight, but sadly, I wasn't in the mood to satiate the appetite of my eyes with such
scenery. I continued to ask,
"What's the cause of it? I knew the future I'm from had changed, but when did it start to change?"
"For more details you should try asking Nagato-san in this time period. I can only tell you one
thing: the change in the time plane where you came from occurred three years from 'now', on the
morning of December 18th,"
For me, that would be two days ago. So it's the time plane that's changed? In that case...... Once
again I tried to recall the two possibilities that Koizumi suggested. Turns out the non-alternate
world theory was the correct one.
"That's correct. Overnight, the STC files...... I mean, the whole world has changed. Only your
memories remained intact. It was a massive time-quake that could be detected even in the distant
future,"
It's not like I wasn't interested in what the STC or time-quake were, it's just that I didn't have
time to delve into these irrelevant things, as I had more pressing questions to ask,
"Asahina-san, is it because you needed to resolve this huge change in the future that even I got
involved in that you were waiting here?"
"It can't be done by myself alone," her face began to darken, "I would need the assistance of
Nagato-san. Of course, it can't be done without Kyon-kun as well,"
"Who is the culprit? I can only think of Haruhi doing this,"
"No,"
Asahina-san retracted her smile and said seriously,
"It wasn't Suzumiya-san. The culprit is someone else,"
"Is it some new unknown person? Like some out-of-world slider that I've not met or something
like that......"
"No,"
Interrupting me, Asahina-san looked worried for some reason as she said,
"It's someone you know very well."
After looking at her watch, Asahina-san (big) said there's still time and began to think
nostalgically of her memories with the SOS Brigade. For me, all those memories had taken place
this year, yet for her it was many years ago. Being dragged by Haruhi into the club room, forced
to dress up as a bunny girl, making wishes in Tanabata, encountering a murder mystery on a lone
island, wearing yukatas in the O-bon festival, the whole brigade gathering together to work on
our summer vacation homework, the various things that happened while shooting the movie on
location...... As my memories were slowly being rekindled, Asahina-san's (big) voice became
slower and slower.
I was looking forward to hearing what my future would be like, and was waiting for her mouth to
skip. Yet Asahina-san was extremely cautious about that, and kept the topic limited to the usual
chit-chat.
"It may have been rough, but those memories were great."
After making her concluding statement, Asahina-san kept quiet and gazed at me silently.
I was thinking about what to comment on as something soft yet warm landed on my shoulder. It
was Asahina-san's head. What was the meaning behind this action of hers? The weight of her
body leaning against me was worth it's weight in gold - the fragrance and weight stimulated my
nerves and triggered all sorts of wild thoughts in my brain, I just couldn't think properly at all.
What was she trying to convey with that aroma from the cloth of her blouse? Was she trying to
feel something from me? Closing her eyes and leaning her face on my shoulder, Asahina-san
(big) didn't say anything, yet I could feel her cherry-red lips moving. She seems to be whispering
about something, just what was it?
Could it be...... I began to drift into fantasy again. Could this Asahina-san fall asleep as well,
only to have another Asahina-san appear and tell me something enigmatic as well? And so I
remain here forever as I meet numerous Asahina-sans from different time periods...... Damn it,
my thoughts were becoming as mixed as the laundry in a washing machine, going around in the
same circles. Just what was I thinking!? Can someone please bother telling me!?
Asahina-san (big) leaned on me for about another minute or so.
"Hee hee."
As if she could read my thoughts, she smiled and said,
"It's almost time. Let's go."
She stood up as though nothing had happened, though it was a pity, I had no choice but to return
to my senses. She's right, it's time to go. Um...... Where're we going anyway?
The second destination.
The time was ten at night on Asahina-san's watch, that was the time after "I" had completed my
role as an accomplice to Haruhi the seventh grader and finished drawing the graffiti on the track
field of East Junior High. It was the time when "I" held the hand of a sobbing Asahina-san as we
entered Nagato's apartment. It was at this time when time became frozen for "me".
Time to pay Nagato another visit.
"Before that,"
Asahina-san gave a heart-thumping and glittering smile and said,
"Isn't there something else you need to do first?"
After walking a short distance from the park, I came to a residential area.
Following Asahina-san's directions, I turned into an alley.
Ahead in the dark path was a tiny figure dashing like the wind. With a tiny pair of arms and legs
sticking out from the short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, she moved further and further away as her
hair flowed.
"Hey!"
The tiny figure in a T-shirt and shorts slowly turned her head. After making sure she had noticed
me, I cupped my mouth with my hands and shouted without holding back,
"Please take good care of the John Smith who would shake the world!"
After having a quick look at me, the seventh grader turned around looking pissed for some
reason and marched forward.
She was probably thinking she'll be able to find me anyway if she went to North High, so she
turned without hesitation. Looking at that semi-long dark hair, I quietly added,
"Please remember it, Haruhi. You have to remember the name John Smith......"
I prayed with the bottom of my heart to the 12-year-old Haruhi, who would probably continue to
be mischievous in East Junior High for some time to come.
Please don't forget that I was here.
I knew the road to the high class apartment like the back of my hand, so I could practically walk
there with my eyes closed. Walking just ahead of Asahina-san (big), I lifted my head to look at
the building which I had just visited about twenty hours ago. Though we were still outside,
Asahina-san (big) had already hidden her nice figure and stood behind me.
"......Kyon-kun, I have a favor."
Seeing as how she was basically begging me, there was no reason for me to turn her down. No
matter which time period Asahina-san is from, I'm not weird enough to turn down her request.
"I'm sorry, but even now I still feel uneasy when I'm with Nagato-san......"
That reminds me, Asahina-san (small) was like that every time she was in the club room, it was
the same the last time she came here. Besides Haruhi, the only other person to keep his
composure when in the presence of an alien or time traveler was Koizumi.
"That's fine, I understand,"
I said gently as I entered the number 708 on the keypad next to the entrance, I then pushed the
bell button.
A few seconds later, the intercom gave a knocking sound, indicating someone was listening on
the other end.
Silence was greeted by silence and returned to my ear.
"Nagato, it's me."
Silence.
"Sorry about this, I don't know how to explain it myself. In any case, I'm back from the future.
Asahina-san is with me as well, the adult version that is. Oh, that's Differential Temporal Variant
for you."
Silence.
"I need your help. After all, the one who threw me into this time period was you."
Silence.
"Both Asahina-san and I should be in your apartment, right? Sleeping in that time frozen guest
room......"
Beep. The lock to the gate opened.
"Come in."
The voice of Nagato coming through the intercom felt so soothing. It was as calm as usual,
without any exclamation or depression, though she sounded as though she was surprised, but
maybe that's just me. There's nothing Nagato couldn't do. Even in this situation she's sure to find
a way out, otherwise I'm finished.
As if walking into a fortress in her high-heeled shoes, Asahina-san grabbed hold of my belt with
her finger, looking extremely nervous. After opening its door, the elevator began to take us up
vertically once we were inside.
Finally, we have come before the familiar door of Room 708.
There was a doorbell, but it wasn't working yet, so I knocked silently on the door. I could not
sense anyone standing behind the door, yet the metallic door still opened.
"......"
The bespectacled face looked through the gap towards me, she then moved her gaze over onto
Asahina-san (big) before moving it back onto me.
"......"
Being expressionless and silent at the same time, she was so devoid of any emotion that I really
wanted someone to beg her to say something. This was Nagato indeed, the Nagato Yuki that I
first knew. The original Nagato during the beginning of the school term in spring, as well as the
one which "I" had asked help from "three years ago."
"May we come in?"
After a thoughtful silence, Nagato nodded her head for about a centimeter or so, then turned
towards her apartment. I guess I'll take that as a "yes." I said to the beautiful woman standing
right behind me looking anxious,
"Let's go, Asahina-san,"
"Er...... You're right, it'll be fine,"
Sounds as though she was saying it for herself.
By the way, how many times have I visited this place already? According to my biological clock,
this would be my fourth time, but chronologically, this was only my second time here. I've
already been so confused by the order of time that I was impressed that my biological clock
didn't malfunction. Leaping from winter to summer and coming back to three years ago twice, it
would have been normal if something wrong had happened to me, yet right now I'm feeling fine.
Not to mention my thoughts are the clearest they've been since I was born. Maybe I've gotten so
used to all these surreal experiences that I've taken it for granted. If it was someone else, his
mind would have short-circuited already.
When I look at it once again, Nagato's lifeless apartment was as cold as I had remembered it. It
was no different from the "three years ago" which we went to back in May.
What was reassuring was that this Nagato was still the Nagato I knew. She was still
expressionless and emotionless, she wouldn't panic if something were to happen, the ever
reliable alien.
I took off my shoes and walked through the narrow corridor before coming to the living room.
Nagato was there waiting. She stood there all alone, staring silently at me and Asahina-san. Even
if she was surprised at our visit, I could not tell it from her face. Maybe she was already getting
used to me coming to visit her from the future, though I didn't want to keep coming back to this
day again and again myself.
"I guess we can skip the introductions,"
Nagato didn't sit down, so Asahina-san and I remained standing,
"This is the adult version of Asahina-san, I believe you've met each other before," Just as I said
that, I remembered that that was actually three years later, "Sorry, you will meet each other.
Anyway, this here is also Asahina-san, so try not to think too much about it."
Nagato looked at Asahina-san (big) with the eyes of an examiner during the national exam paper
for mathematics. She then looked around the living room before finally fixing her gaze on the
sexy figure behind me once again and said,
"Understood."
She nodded lightly, her hair hardly even flickered.
As I was following Nagato's gaze, I noticed that place - the special room adjacent to the living
room, separated with a paper door.
"Can that be opened?"
Nagato shook her head towards the room that I was pointing at and said,
"Negative. The entire structural composition of that room has been frozen in time."
I felt a sense of both pity and relief at hearing that.
A warm breath was felt on my neck, it was Asahina-san (big) sighing in relief. She was thinking
the same as I was, it seems. If she had seen herself sleeping cozily with me in the same
futon/room, what would Asahina-san (big) have thought? I'd really like to ask, but right now it
was more important to explain what was going on.
"Nagato, I'm really sorry for having to keep visiting you so suddenly. Anyway, can you please
hear our story?"
How much had the "me" in the adjacent room told her already? The history of the SOS Brigade
up to Tanabata, was it? Then I'll just have to continue from there and tell her what happened in
the second half of the year, from the melancholic spring, where I had to put up with Haruhi's
boredom, to the incessant sighs I made while making her movie. Of course, you were there as
well, Nagato. You had always come to the rescue. After all these, the world suddenly changed
when I woke up the day before yesterday. I wanted to know why everyone has lost those
memories of what happened, which was why I came here with the help of the Emergency Escape
Program which Nagato had provided.
It's going to take some time if I go into details, so once again I recited the condensed version
which I told Haruhi. I skipped the minor details and only mentioned the important context of the
story. For this girl, that was more than enough.
"......And that's how it was. So here I am once again, thanks to you."
As evidence was more important than a mere testimony, I took out the crumpled up bookmark
from the pocket of my jacket. Like handing a spell-charm to a phantom, I handed the bookmark
over to Nagato.
"......"
Nagato took the bookmark with her finger tips. She looked past the flowery patterns on the
bookmark and studied the text that was printed on the back like an archaeologist who had just
dug out an LCD television from a Cretaceous-era bedrock. It seems as though she was going to
take forever to study those words, so I interrupted her examination,
"What should I do now?"
"I, I wish to restore this temporal anomaly,"
Asahina-san's (big) voice sounded so nervous as though she was about to confess her love to the
man of her dreams. Whenever she's with Nagato, Asahina-san still remained as jittery as usual
after all these years. That's what I thought, anyway.
"Nagato-san...... Can you please assist us? You're the only person who could restore the altered
time plane to its original state. I beg you......"
Asahina-san (big) put her palms together and closed her eyes as though worshiping a deity. Oh
Great Goddess Nagato, I too am praying for you to show mercy upon us. Please let me return to
the club room where I could see Asahina-san and enjoy the tea that she brews, play board games
with Koizumi, see you sitting like a statue and reading, while Haruhi would always barge into
the room. That's all I wish for.
"......"
Nagato lifted her gaze from the bookmark, and looked straight into the skies. I could understand
why Asahina-san would look so nervous, since there was no chance of winning if she's from a
different faction than Nagato. I mean who in this world could fight even with Nagato? Only
Haruhi perhaps?
The perfect acoustics of this high-class apartment meant that there was no echo made. It was so
quiet that it seemed as though time had stopped. Nagato and I exchanged gazes, and I saw her
nod a few millimeters.
"Let me confirm."
Nagato said. As I was about to ask what she was going to confirm, she closed her eyes.
"......"
Very soon she reopened her eyes and looked at me with her obsidian black eyes,
"Unable to synchronize."
She said quickly, and then stared at me. Her expression has changed a bit, and this time it wasn't
me imagining things. This was the expression she had between spring and summer, even
Koizumi has noticed this change. Ever since she met us, Nagato's expression has gradually
changed, though it wasn't the Nagato by winter time.
Her pale red lips moved again,
"I am unable to gain access to my temporal variant of that time period, because she has set up a
protective barrier which selectively blocks my attempts to access."
Though I didn't understand what that meant, I felt uncomfortable with it. Does that mean there's
nothing you can do?
Nagato disregarded my fears and continued,
"However, I have an idea of the whole situation. It is possible to undergo restoration."
Nagato softly caressed the words on the bookmark. After that, she began to explain with a voice
that begins to accumulate words like a snowball,
"The temporal converter has made full use of Suzumiya Haruhi's ability to create data and altered
part of the world's data."
Her familiar calm voice sounded as serene as a music box I had heard when I was a baby and had
soothed my heart.
"Therefore, the altered Suzumiya Haruhi does not possess the power to create data. In that
dimension, the Integrated Data Sentient Entity is non-existent as well."
I couldn't quite understand, but it sure sounds very serious. Turns out besides myself, everyone,
including Haruhi, has been given a new set of memories; a girls school became a co-ed, part of
the students in North High were moved over to that other school, while all their memories have
been secretly altered; the agent from the 'Organization', Nagato the alien, and Asahina-san the
time traveler now all lived different lives; not to mention Asakura has returned while everyone in
North High has no memory of Haruhi at all. Now it seems even Nagato's boss has been erased.
What a mess.
"Using the powers stolen from Suzumiya Haruhi, the temporal converter was able to alter data
concerning past memories in the range of 365 days."
In other words, everyone's memories from last December - from the time where I came from,
that is - to December 17th this year has been altered completely. Yet for memories concerning
Tanabata three years ago - which is now - there was nothing the culprit could do about that. It
was thanks to Haruhi being able to remember about what happened in Tanabata that I was able to
come here. Just who's the dummy out there doing the same idiotic stuff that Haruhi would do?
Nagato's gaze continues to be fixed on me,
"To restore the world to its original state, one must travel from here to December 18th three
years from now, and activate the Restoration Program just after the temporal converter has
executed the alteration."
So, we'll be traveling to three years in the future next, right? The one who'll be doing the
restoration would be you, right?
"I cannot go."
Why not?
When Nagato pointed to the guest room, I understood at once.
"I cannot leave them alone."
According to Nagato's explanation, in order to allow the time where my other self and Asahinasan
were sleeping to remain frozen, she cannot perform any time travel herself. She then said in a
voice as though reporting the time,
"Activate Emergency Mode."
"What does that mean?" I was getting a bit anxious.
"Harmonization."
I still don't get it.
Nagato slowly took off her glasses and wrapped them with her hands. As if being hung by an
unseen thread, the glasses in her palms began to float. If I saw a normal person doing this, I
would have thought there were some invisible strings attached to that person's fingers. Of course,
Nagato wouldn't do something so normal.
Distortion.
The frame and glass both began to twist and form into a strange whirlpool shape, in an instant
the pair of glasses has turned into another object. I've seen this shape before, it was a shape that
would strike fear into the hearts of any human being.
I hesitantly gave my comment,
"It looks like a very huge syringe."
"That is correct."
A colorless liquid was filled up inside the syringe. Just who was going to get jabbed by that
thing?
"This is the Restoration Program used to inject into the temporal converter's body."
Looking at the sharp needle sticking out from the end of the syringe, I instinctively turned away.
"Um...... Isn't there a more reliable way. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm an amateur when it comes
to this. It'll be pretty disastrous if it were to stab the wrong place."
Nagato's dark eyes, which glittered like an LCD screen, looked at the syringe she was holding,
and said,
"Is that so?"
She widened her hands again, the syringe once again formed into a whirlpool before morphing
into another shape. Seeing the shape of this new object, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Another object that would create a huge ruckus."
This time it's a gun, though it had a small nozzle while its material was made of stainless steel.
Nagato placed the shiny metallic pistol, which looked like a brand new toy-gun onto her palm
and handed it to me.
"The chances of this penetrating clothing is very high, but if possible, it is better for you to
directly shoot the target's skin."
"What about bullets? Does this thing have real bullets in them?"
From its appearance, it looked like an aluminum or plastic gun.
"This is a short-needle gun, the program is infused on the tip of the needle."
I felt more at ease psychologically with this thing than with a giant syringe. I received the gun
and was amazed at how light it was.
"Oh yeah,"
I finally asked the question that I dare not ask a while ago,
"Who is the culprit? Who's the one that altered the world? If it isn't Haruhi, then who is it? Can
you tell me?"
I heard Asahina-san (big) sigh softly.
Nagato slowly opened her mouth, and without any expression she calmly uttered the name of the
culprit to me.
I believe anyone who has experienced it would know how scary it is to walk alone at school in
the dark.
I hung my jacket over my shoulder and walked slowly out of the club room. Like a ninja, I tried
not to make any sound when walking down the stairs. Every time I reached a corner, I would
always take a look around me before moving any further. It sure was exhausting! I had no idea
what date it was in this North High, but it'd be troublesome if I was seen by an on-duty teacher. I
wouldn't even know how to explain this--in fact, I wish someone would explain all this to me
instead!
I walked sweatily under the humid air and finally reached the entrance hall.
"Now, what do we have here..."
After saying that, I opened my shoe locker. Inside were someone else's indoor shoes--I was
pretty sure they weren't mine. I quickly eliminated the possibility of someone opening the wrong
locker and taking my shoes by mistake. It was the middle of summer right now, that means I've
once again leaped into another dimension -- I'm quite amazed I could have such an imagination.
The current owner of this shoe locker wasn't me, but someone from this world or dimension. I
wasn't as surprised as I expected myself to be, either because I was already used to this stuff, or
because I was already numb to such overwhelming events.
"Can't be helped."
Obviously it wouldn't look nice to be wearing indoor shoes outside, but I was left with no other
choice. My priority was to leave the school complex. As expected, the entrance door was locked
tight at night. So I walked to a nearby window, unlocked it and opened it carefully. I slowly
inhaled the fragrant night breeze and leaped out the window and onto the stony steps, where
Haruhi had awoken me when we had been inside the Sealed Dimension.
I stopped for about ten seconds. After making sure no one could see me, I continued onward.
It was just as hot outside the school complex. This was a typical, humid Japanese summer heat. I
just came over from the freezing cold winter, so all my sweat glands were now opening up like
mad. I wiped the sweat off my face with my long sleeved shirt and headed towards the gate.
It was easy once I was outside. I must thank the school's non-existent security--I only needed to
climb over the fence and that was it. After climbing over, I picked up my jacket which I had
thrown across beforehand, and looked up at the starry sky as I pondered my next move.
Right now, I need to know what date and what time it is now. After all, there was a huge time
difference between the past and the future.
Might as well walk down the hill first. There should be a convenience store along the way. If I
walked into a nearby residence and asked, "What year and month is it today?" I'd probably be
treated as a demented high school student and locked up by the authorities. Better to go
somewhere where I could find out the date without having to ask someone.
"Still, it's quite hot..."
I was already hot as I was wearing my winter uniform, but now even my trousers were glued to
my legs by all the sweat. At that moment, I truly hated the inventor of these synthetic fibers. Not
to mention this winter uniform doesn't even keep one warm in winter; it's only designed to look
nice.
The fact that I was mumbling about such stuff meant that my brain was beginning to function
properly again. Instead of freezing in the winter waiting for spring to arrive, I'd rather be
complaining about how hot summer was while waving a fan. Besides, I've had too many
memories of my first summer in high school, though they were all physically and mentally
exhausting, yet once I got them over with, they weren't so bad at all. At least I got to see
Asahina-san in a swimsuit. I don't think we've had any SOS Brigade style activities in winter so
far.
My mind was occupied with the taste of the hot pot I was missing as I walked down the slope.
After fifteen minutes, I finally saw an illuminated sign. It was a convenience store which I
occasionally go to so I can grab a bite on my way home. At least I knew another thing, the
current time was before the store closes for the day.
I couldn't wait for the automatic doors to open, and looked around the wall once I got inside. It
took some time for me to get used to the coolness of the air conditioning. During this time, I
looked heartily at the analogue clock hanging on the wall.
Eight thirty.
As the sun had already set, it should be eight thirty at night.
What about the date? What year was it? There were all kinds of newspapers on the rack. Any one
would do. I randomly picked up a sports daily in the front and browsed very quickly at the
contents. It doesn't matter what was being written; even if it were the wildest imaginations
cooked up by some third-rate tabloid, they wouldn't go so far as to fake the date at the top of the
page, as well, would they?
My gaze stopped on a certain spot, and I saw it.
A set of numbers, which some people would consider lucky, entered my vision.
What year was it? As though I was trying to swallow the paper, I carefully confirmed the year
that was printed on top. The store assistant took a quick glance at me looking annoyed, but I
couldn't care less about that now.
I stared at the four digit number again and again. If I subtracted the year I had arrived from--
where I was still having a cold December--from the year on this sports daily... Even a kid would
know the answer to such a simple math question.
"So that's how it is, Nagato..."
I lifted my head from the newspaper and sighed deeply as I looked at the ceiling.
The joyously romantic Tanabata festival.
Today was the 7th of July of three years ago.
Tanabata, three years ago... Just what happened on this day?
The Tanabata of "this year" was like a rhapsody; after writing our wishes and hanging them out
on a bamboo stick, I had accepted Asahina-san's invitation and traveled back in time to this day.
Afterwards, I met the adult version of Asahina-san, who urged me to go to East Junior High that
night. And so, I came across a seventh-grade Haruhi about to climb over the fence and was
dragged along to help her write a message to outer space on the school's track field with white
chalk.
Thereafter, I brought Asahina-san (small), who lost her time-traveling device called a TPDD, to
Nagato's high-class apartment, and there the two of us slept for three years, allowing us to return
to where we came from...
"That means..."
This was easier than a simple math problem. All I needed to do was trace back what I had done
that day. That's it, I've finally got the gist of it, the essential step needed to restore the twisted
world back to order.
It has to be like that, right?
My legs were trembling hard, not from fear but rather the thrilling sensation from realizing that
something very important needs to be done.
Three years ago. Tanabata. East Junior High. The mysterious signs. John Smith.
As all the seemingly unrelated pieces begin to add up, I finally came to a conclusion. It was a
simple yet clear conclusion, I spoke the same line once again,
"That means..."
"They" are "here".
The seductively charming Asahina-san (big) and the Nagato Yuki in standby mode.
The two helpful people who could assist me were right here in this time period.
I threw down the newspaper and bolted out of the convenience store, thinking as I ran along.
I remember that the first time when I came to three years ago, which was right now, Asahina-san
had woken me up on a bench in the park near Kouyouen Station and told me "It's about nine at
night." If I were to run for about half an hour, I should be able to reach there in time. The only
problem was whether the culprit had also made changes to this time period. If there were
changes, then I would not find my other self there. In any case, I've got to make contact with
Asahina-san (big) or Nagato in her luxury apartment, or I could meet both. That means there
were two places I should go, the question was where to go first.
Nagato would be in her apartment all the time, so I could see her anytime, but I would only find
Asahina-san (big) in that specific time and place.
Dressed as a teacher, this adult Asahina-san was the one who had given me a hint concerning
Snow White and quickly left, hailing from an even farther future than the Asahina-san I knew.
The image of her pinching her younger self's face and smiling cheerfully was still fresh in my
memory.
That Asahina-san must know who I am, there should be no doubt about that.
Though the park wasn't far from the station, there were hardly any people there. Maybe it's
because it's very late now; this is an ideal time for all types of suspicious characters to come out.
Is this the holy land for freaks I wonder... I was thinking the same thing when I first came here
during the last Tanabata visit.
I didn't feel like making a grand entrance, so I had to walk alongside the brick wall of the park in
the dark. Though it's called a wall, it was only as tall as my waist, while on top of it was a large
wire fence, and surrounding it were all sorts of bushes. It was extremely easy to hide without
being seen by anyone inside the park in the daytime, let alone at night, though I'll need to be
careful of any pedestrians outside giving me weird gazes behind my back.
I recalled the position of the bench where I had woken up that time and slowly moved along the
wall to find an ideal hiding spot.
It was nearly nine at night.
I guess what I'm doing can be called voyeurism. After sticking my neck out from within the
bushes, I finally saw what I wanted to see.
"...That's the one."
It feels like watching myself starring in a movie. It also feels like watching myself from a thirdperson's
perspective in a dreamscape.
"But how am I gonna explain this..."
The bench appeared under the illumination of the lamps, as though being showered by the bright
light. Though it was a bit far, I couldn't be mistaken, the two people on top were both wearing
North High uniforms. It was as I remembered.
My past self and Asahina-san were sitting right there.
That other "me" was lying horizontally, resting his head on Asahina-san's lap while sleeping. I'd
be lying if I said I wasn't dreaming of anything worth drooling over. If a person couldn't get
sweet dreams using the world's most precious pillow, then there's no way he could ever sleep in
peace.
Being used as a pillow, Asahina-san would occasionally take a look at me sleeping on her lap, or
blow softly into my ear, or toy around with it. Man, I was feeling jealous already... No, wait, why
was I feeling jealous over myself, anyway?
For a moment, I really felt like shoving off that other "me" and taking his place, but in the end I
decided to suppress that impulse. The "me" in this time did not see my other self then. If I rushed
out now, things would just get complicated... right? The space-time continuum was already
messed up as it is; the last thing I want is to mess it up further myself.
Withholding my body's irrational impulsiveness, I continued my role as a Peeping Tom. The
more I thought about it, the more pleased I was with myself for managing to keep my composure
at such an odd time.
It was under such thoughts that I continued my observation. Asahina-san moved her cherry-red
lips and said something; sleeping on her lap, "I" moved slightly and then slowly woke up. I
couldn't hear anything from where I was hiding, but I remembered clearly that Asahina-san said,
"Oh, you've awakened?"
After conversing for a while with Asahina-san, she then felt tired and rested her head on "my"
shoulder...
The bush behind the bench ruffled, and that person appeared.
Wearing a white long-sleeved blouse and a blue mini-skirt, there's no way I could ever forget
that teacher's outfit.
Just before the end of May, she wrote me a note asking to meet me, and then gave me the hint
about Snow White. She even told me about her star-shaped birthmark, as well. And then on this
day, that is on Tanabata, she made Asahina-san (small) fall asleep, then guided me to where
Haruhi was before disappearing...
The adult version of Asahina-san.
Her height and body had both grown for a couple of years, coming from an even farther future
than Asahina-san the time traveler, this was none other than Asahina-san (big).
It was just like that time.
It's true, I was there myself on Tanabata three years ago, yet what was happening was exactly the
same as I had remembered.
After speaking to "me" for a while, Asahina-san (big) knelt down to pinch Asahina-san's (small)
face and caressed her body, she then stood up to say something to "me" again.
It was her mission to bring you here, yet from here onwards, it would be my mission to guide
you.
Um... Just what is...
I think that's what was being said.
After explaining everything to a wide-jawed "me", Asahina-san (big) then walked away and
disappeared from the illumination of the street lamp. It was now that I noticed that she was
heading towards the exit that was opposite to the one leading to East Junior High.
"I" remained awestruck, staring at the sleeping Asahina-san (small) and thinking about
something. I wanted to recall what it was that "I" had been thinking of, but I abandoned trying to
walk down Memory Lane after a few seconds, as I didn't want to lose track of Asahina-san (big).
I dashed out from the bushes where I was hiding and walked quickly along the edge of the park.
There was no longer any need to hide my presence, as when I was "me", "I" did not notice me.
At that time, "my" attention was not fixed on me who came from another time period, neither did
"I" realize there was another me in this time period. This made sense, as the "me" in the past
could never have realized how messed up the time-space continuum in my time period would
become. There was no time to pay any more attention to "me", who was too busy carrying
Asahina-san on his back to be worried about other things. I decided to walk away.
After passing the next corner I saw her at about a hundred meters away. She was walking with
her back towards me. The tapping sounds made by her high-heeled shoes sounded melodic. She
didn't seem to be in a hurry--suits me as I was in a hurry to see her. If I lose her now, then I
really won't know why I went through all the trouble to come here.
Walking a bit faster, I shortened my distance to her. Under the dim lights at night, her long limbs
and flowing hair seemed to glimmer in the light. Though I could only see her back, I was sure it
was her.
It didn't take me long to catch up and call out to her,
"Asahina-san!"
She stopped. The soft sound of her high-heeled shoes tapping on the ground ended. The soft
brown hair on her back wavered. As if in slow motion, she gradually turned around.
I wondered what she was going to say.
Huh? Didn't we just say goodbye a while ago?
Did you follow me all the way here? You couldn't have.
Hey, where's my other self?
In the end, it was none of the above.
"Good evening, Kyon-kun."
With a beautiful face that was just as I had remembered, she greeted me with a beaming smile.
With a beautiful face that was just as I had remembered, she greeted me with a beaming smile.
"It's been a while. For 'you', that is."
The adult Asahina-san winked after saying that. It was indeed the smile that I last saw five
months ago.
With the expression of a relieved child, Asahina-san (big) said,
"Thank goodness, we get to meet here again. Actually I was a bit worried whether I had made
any mistakes,"
"I'm still pretty clumsy," Asahina-san said and then cutely stuck out her tongue. It was such a
charming move that was enough to soften the bones inside one's body. But if I were to melt into
a pile of dirt right now, then I'll lose everything.
This Asahina-san knew what I was about to do next.
Trying my best to control my tongue, which seemed to have a mind of its own, I spoke,
"Asahina-san, so you knew I'd come here...... You knew I'd return to this time, and in this place,
right?"
"Yes," Asahina-san nodded her head, "Because this is a predetermined fact,"
"On that day of Tanabata, the little Asahina-san would bring me to the Tanabata three years
ago...... Which is today. You must be the one who had arranged for her to bring me here, right?"
"Yes, that is a prerequisite. Otherwise, you would not be here now,"
If I hadn't gone to East Junior High and drawn those graffiti, I wouldn't have told the seventhgrade
Haruhi now that my name was "John Smith". Of course, that would mean that the Haruhi
studying in her first year in Kouyouen School would never have heard of that name. In other
words, I would not have found the link. Because besides that name, there would be no link
whatsoever with me and that Haruhi who I was just with a few hours ago. As a result, the five of
us would not be gathered in the club room, and the Escape Program would not be activated.
At this time, a question arose in my head. That other John Smith...... Could it be!?
"That would be you, Kyon-kun. The current you,"
Asahina-san (big) gave me a smile as pretty as a white rose,
"It's a bit tiring talking while standing up, let's find somewhere to sit down. We still have time,"
The power in her smile and words was enough to dispel all the anxiety and confusion within me.
If Asahina-san (big) was here, that means the future still exists. Not the chaotic future after
December 18th, but the future where I and the Haruhi and Asahina-san I knew came from.
There's got to be a way.
I've obtained a sense of confidence that made me feel relieved. As if to further boost that
confidence, she continued,
"From now on, guiding you will be my mission. But after that, you're on your own. I will only
follow your lead then,"
She then gave me a wink that was enough to cause my knees to go soft.
We returned to the park and sat on the bench where Asahina-san (small) and "I" were sitting a
while ago. Before sitting down, Asahina-san (big) looked as though she were touching an
ancestral relic as she softly caressed the bench. I gradually sat down looking serious as well. The
bench was still warm, it was the body warmth of myself and Asahina-san who five months ago
had traveled back three years ago in time.
I asked quickly,
"Did something happen to the flow of time? I knew that the time period where I came from is
linked to this Tanabata. If that wasn't the case, I wouldn't have arrived here. Then, Asahinasan......
Does that mean there's no connection between the future you're from and the altered
future I came from?"
"I can't tell you the details,"
I thought so, must be one of those classified information, huh?
"No,"
Asahina-san (big) shook her head,
"I cannot explain it in a way you would comprehend. Our STC Theory is built on specific
concepts. It's too difficult to convey it in speech for you to understand. Do you still remember the
time when I first told you my true identity?"
I sure do, sitting by the river bank with the cherry blossom petals falling, I heard Asahina-san,
who I always thought to be just a cute upperclassman, reveal the shocking truth about her being a
time traveler.
"At that time, didn't I say something that you could hardly understand? That's the point. If I had
explained, I would just make you even more confused,"
Asahina-san (big) softly hit the side of her head as though knocking on it while winking at the
same time. Every little thing she does is just so sexy.
"This is a concept that cannot be explained in speech, it can only be conveyed in ways other than
that. Do you understand?"
Nope. As though trying to teach a kindergarten kid calculus, Asahina continued to explain to me,
who was already feeling dizzy,
"Um, but, soon you will understand. You will. That's all I can tell you now,"
Soon you will understand. Where have I heard of that before? That's it, it was Nagato. Nagato
had told me the same thing before...... No, hang on.
A flash of inspiration was triggered by the synapses in my brain as I gave the following reaction,
"Before summer vacation...... The one Nagato mentioned in the giant cave cricket incident......
About how computers in the future aren't like what they are now, could it be......"
"Wow, that's impressive. You still remember that? You're right, the equivalent to computers or
the so-called Internet in this time period, um...... It does not exist in a material sense in our time
period, but rather it exists in a shapeless sense within our brains. The TPDD is also the same,"
The object that wasn't supposed to disappear but has gone missing.
"Is that a time-traveling device?"
"It's a Time Plane Destruction Device,"
Isn't that supposed to be classified information!?
"Well, it was classified for me back then. But for me, the rules have been relaxed a lot. The fact
that I could come here means I've been working very hard,"
Asahina-san proudly puffed up her chest, the buttons on her blouse were close to popping out. A
physically impossible body proportion was revealed before my eyes, normally I would be dazed
by such a sight, but sadly, I wasn't in the mood to satiate the appetite of my eyes with such
scenery. I continued to ask,
"What's the cause of it? I knew the future I'm from had changed, but when did it start to change?"
"For more details you should try asking Nagato-san in this time period. I can only tell you one
thing: the change in the time plane where you came from occurred three years from 'now', on the
morning of December 18th,"
For me, that would be two days ago. So it's the time plane that's changed? In that case...... Once
again I tried to recall the two possibilities that Koizumi suggested. Turns out the non-alternate
world theory was the correct one.
"That's correct. Overnight, the STC files...... I mean, the whole world has changed. Only your
memories remained intact. It was a massive time-quake that could be detected even in the distant
future,"
It's not like I wasn't interested in what the STC or time-quake were, it's just that I didn't have
time to delve into these irrelevant things, as I had more pressing questions to ask,
"Asahina-san, is it because you needed to resolve this huge change in the future that even I got
involved in that you were waiting here?"
"It can't be done by myself alone," her face began to darken, "I would need the assistance of
Nagato-san. Of course, it can't be done without Kyon-kun as well,"
"Who is the culprit? I can only think of Haruhi doing this,"
"No,"
Asahina-san retracted her smile and said seriously,
"It wasn't Suzumiya-san. The culprit is someone else,"
"Is it some new unknown person? Like some out-of-world slider that I've not met or something
like that......"
"No,"
Interrupting me, Asahina-san looked worried for some reason as she said,
"It's someone you know very well."
After looking at her watch, Asahina-san (big) said there's still time and began to think
nostalgically of her memories with the SOS Brigade. For me, all those memories had taken place
this year, yet for her it was many years ago. Being dragged by Haruhi into the club room, forced
to dress up as a bunny girl, making wishes in Tanabata, encountering a murder mystery on a lone
island, wearing yukatas in the O-bon festival, the whole brigade gathering together to work on
our summer vacation homework, the various things that happened while shooting the movie on
location...... As my memories were slowly being rekindled, Asahina-san's (big) voice became
slower and slower.
I was looking forward to hearing what my future would be like, and was waiting for her mouth to
skip. Yet Asahina-san was extremely cautious about that, and kept the topic limited to the usual
chit-chat.
"It may have been rough, but those memories were great."
After making her concluding statement, Asahina-san kept quiet and gazed at me silently.
I was thinking about what to comment on as something soft yet warm landed on my shoulder. It
was Asahina-san's head. What was the meaning behind this action of hers? The weight of her
body leaning against me was worth it's weight in gold - the fragrance and weight stimulated my
nerves and triggered all sorts of wild thoughts in my brain, I just couldn't think properly at all.
What was she trying to convey with that aroma from the cloth of her blouse? Was she trying to
feel something from me? Closing her eyes and leaning her face on my shoulder, Asahina-san
(big) didn't say anything, yet I could feel her cherry-red lips moving. She seems to be whispering
about something, just what was it?
Could it be...... I began to drift into fantasy again. Could this Asahina-san fall asleep as well,
only to have another Asahina-san appear and tell me something enigmatic as well? And so I
remain here forever as I meet numerous Asahina-sans from different time periods...... Damn it,
my thoughts were becoming as mixed as the laundry in a washing machine, going around in the
same circles. Just what was I thinking!? Can someone please bother telling me!?
Asahina-san (big) leaned on me for about another minute or so.
"Hee hee."
As if she could read my thoughts, she smiled and said,
"It's almost time. Let's go."
She stood up as though nothing had happened, though it was a pity, I had no choice but to return
to my senses. She's right, it's time to go. Um...... Where're we going anyway?
The second destination.
The time was ten at night on Asahina-san's watch, that was the time after "I" had completed my
role as an accomplice to Haruhi the seventh grader and finished drawing the graffiti on the track
field of East Junior High. It was the time when "I" held the hand of a sobbing Asahina-san as we
entered Nagato's apartment. It was at this time when time became frozen for "me".
Time to pay Nagato another visit.
"Before that,"
Asahina-san gave a heart-thumping and glittering smile and said,
"Isn't there something else you need to do first?"
After walking a short distance from the park, I came to a residential area.
Following Asahina-san's directions, I turned into an alley.
Ahead in the dark path was a tiny figure dashing like the wind. With a tiny pair of arms and legs
sticking out from the short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, she moved further and further away as her
hair flowed.
"Hey!"
The tiny figure in a T-shirt and shorts slowly turned her head. After making sure she had noticed
me, I cupped my mouth with my hands and shouted without holding back,
"Please take good care of the John Smith who would shake the world!"
After having a quick look at me, the seventh grader turned around looking pissed for some
reason and marched forward.
She was probably thinking she'll be able to find me anyway if she went to North High, so she
turned without hesitation. Looking at that semi-long dark hair, I quietly added,
"Please remember it, Haruhi. You have to remember the name John Smith......"
I prayed with the bottom of my heart to the 12-year-old Haruhi, who would probably continue to
be mischievous in East Junior High for some time to come.
Please don't forget that I was here.
I knew the road to the high class apartment like the back of my hand, so I could practically walk
there with my eyes closed. Walking just ahead of Asahina-san (big), I lifted my head to look at
the building which I had just visited about twenty hours ago. Though we were still outside,
Asahina-san (big) had already hidden her nice figure and stood behind me.
"......Kyon-kun, I have a favor."
Seeing as how she was basically begging me, there was no reason for me to turn her down. No
matter which time period Asahina-san is from, I'm not weird enough to turn down her request.
"I'm sorry, but even now I still feel uneasy when I'm with Nagato-san......"
That reminds me, Asahina-san (small) was like that every time she was in the club room, it was
the same the last time she came here. Besides Haruhi, the only other person to keep his
composure when in the presence of an alien or time traveler was Koizumi.
"That's fine, I understand,"
I said gently as I entered the number 708 on the keypad next to the entrance, I then pushed the
bell button.
A few seconds later, the intercom gave a knocking sound, indicating someone was listening on
the other end.
Silence was greeted by silence and returned to my ear.
"Nagato, it's me."
Silence.
"Sorry about this, I don't know how to explain it myself. In any case, I'm back from the future.
Asahina-san is with me as well, the adult version that is. Oh, that's Differential Temporal Variant
for you."
Silence.
"I need your help. After all, the one who threw me into this time period was you."
Silence.
"Both Asahina-san and I should be in your apartment, right? Sleeping in that time frozen guest
room......"
Beep. The lock to the gate opened.
"Come in."
The voice of Nagato coming through the intercom felt so soothing. It was as calm as usual,
without any exclamation or depression, though she sounded as though she was surprised, but
maybe that's just me. There's nothing Nagato couldn't do. Even in this situation she's sure to find
a way out, otherwise I'm finished.
As if walking into a fortress in her high-heeled shoes, Asahina-san grabbed hold of my belt with
her finger, looking extremely nervous. After opening its door, the elevator began to take us up
vertically once we were inside.
Finally, we have come before the familiar door of Room 708.
There was a doorbell, but it wasn't working yet, so I knocked silently on the door. I could not
sense anyone standing behind the door, yet the metallic door still opened.
"......"
The bespectacled face looked through the gap towards me, she then moved her gaze over onto
Asahina-san (big) before moving it back onto me.
"......"
Being expressionless and silent at the same time, she was so devoid of any emotion that I really
wanted someone to beg her to say something. This was Nagato indeed, the Nagato Yuki that I
first knew. The original Nagato during the beginning of the school term in spring, as well as the
one which "I" had asked help from "three years ago."
"May we come in?"
After a thoughtful silence, Nagato nodded her head for about a centimeter or so, then turned
towards her apartment. I guess I'll take that as a "yes." I said to the beautiful woman standing
right behind me looking anxious,
"Let's go, Asahina-san,"
"Er...... You're right, it'll be fine,"
Sounds as though she was saying it for herself.
By the way, how many times have I visited this place already? According to my biological clock,
this would be my fourth time, but chronologically, this was only my second time here. I've
already been so confused by the order of time that I was impressed that my biological clock
didn't malfunction. Leaping from winter to summer and coming back to three years ago twice, it
would have been normal if something wrong had happened to me, yet right now I'm feeling fine.
Not to mention my thoughts are the clearest they've been since I was born. Maybe I've gotten so
used to all these surreal experiences that I've taken it for granted. If it was someone else, his
mind would have short-circuited already.
When I look at it once again, Nagato's lifeless apartment was as cold as I had remembered it. It
was no different from the "three years ago" which we went to back in May.
What was reassuring was that this Nagato was still the Nagato I knew. She was still
expressionless and emotionless, she wouldn't panic if something were to happen, the ever
reliable alien.
I took off my shoes and walked through the narrow corridor before coming to the living room.
Nagato was there waiting. She stood there all alone, staring silently at me and Asahina-san. Even
if she was surprised at our visit, I could not tell it from her face. Maybe she was already getting
used to me coming to visit her from the future, though I didn't want to keep coming back to this
day again and again myself.
"I guess we can skip the introductions,"
Nagato didn't sit down, so Asahina-san and I remained standing,
"This is the adult version of Asahina-san, I believe you've met each other before," Just as I said
that, I remembered that that was actually three years later, "Sorry, you will meet each other.
Anyway, this here is also Asahina-san, so try not to think too much about it."
Nagato looked at Asahina-san (big) with the eyes of an examiner during the national exam paper
for mathematics. She then looked around the living room before finally fixing her gaze on the
sexy figure behind me once again and said,
"Understood."
She nodded lightly, her hair hardly even flickered.
As I was following Nagato's gaze, I noticed that place - the special room adjacent to the living
room, separated with a paper door.
"Can that be opened?"
Nagato shook her head towards the room that I was pointing at and said,
"Negative. The entire structural composition of that room has been frozen in time."
I felt a sense of both pity and relief at hearing that.
A warm breath was felt on my neck, it was Asahina-san (big) sighing in relief. She was thinking
the same as I was, it seems. If she had seen herself sleeping cozily with me in the same
futon/room, what would Asahina-san (big) have thought? I'd really like to ask, but right now it
was more important to explain what was going on.
"Nagato, I'm really sorry for having to keep visiting you so suddenly. Anyway, can you please
hear our story?"
How much had the "me" in the adjacent room told her already? The history of the SOS Brigade
up to Tanabata, was it? Then I'll just have to continue from there and tell her what happened in
the second half of the year, from the melancholic spring, where I had to put up with Haruhi's
boredom, to the incessant sighs I made while making her movie. Of course, you were there as
well, Nagato. You had always come to the rescue. After all these, the world suddenly changed
when I woke up the day before yesterday. I wanted to know why everyone has lost those
memories of what happened, which was why I came here with the help of the Emergency Escape
Program which Nagato had provided.
It's going to take some time if I go into details, so once again I recited the condensed version
which I told Haruhi. I skipped the minor details and only mentioned the important context of the
story. For this girl, that was more than enough.
"......And that's how it was. So here I am once again, thanks to you."
As evidence was more important than a mere testimony, I took out the crumpled up bookmark
from the pocket of my jacket. Like handing a spell-charm to a phantom, I handed the bookmark
over to Nagato.
"......"
Nagato took the bookmark with her finger tips. She looked past the flowery patterns on the
bookmark and studied the text that was printed on the back like an archaeologist who had just
dug out an LCD television from a Cretaceous-era bedrock. It seems as though she was going to
take forever to study those words, so I interrupted her examination,
"What should I do now?"
"I, I wish to restore this temporal anomaly,"
Asahina-san's (big) voice sounded so nervous as though she was about to confess her love to the
man of her dreams. Whenever she's with Nagato, Asahina-san still remained as jittery as usual
after all these years. That's what I thought, anyway.
"Nagato-san...... Can you please assist us? You're the only person who could restore the altered
time plane to its original state. I beg you......"
Asahina-san (big) put her palms together and closed her eyes as though worshiping a deity. Oh
Great Goddess Nagato, I too am praying for you to show mercy upon us. Please let me return to
the club room where I could see Asahina-san and enjoy the tea that she brews, play board games
with Koizumi, see you sitting like a statue and reading, while Haruhi would always barge into
the room. That's all I wish for.
"......"
Nagato lifted her gaze from the bookmark, and looked straight into the skies. I could understand
why Asahina-san would look so nervous, since there was no chance of winning if she's from a
different faction than Nagato. I mean who in this world could fight even with Nagato? Only
Haruhi perhaps?
The perfect acoustics of this high-class apartment meant that there was no echo made. It was so
quiet that it seemed as though time had stopped. Nagato and I exchanged gazes, and I saw her
nod a few millimeters.
"Let me confirm."
Nagato said. As I was about to ask what she was going to confirm, she closed her eyes.
"......"
Very soon she reopened her eyes and looked at me with her obsidian black eyes,
"Unable to synchronize."
She said quickly, and then stared at me. Her expression has changed a bit, and this time it wasn't
me imagining things. This was the expression she had between spring and summer, even
Koizumi has noticed this change. Ever since she met us, Nagato's expression has gradually
changed, though it wasn't the Nagato by winter time.
Her pale red lips moved again,
"I am unable to gain access to my temporal variant of that time period, because she has set up a
protective barrier which selectively blocks my attempts to access."
Though I didn't understand what that meant, I felt uncomfortable with it. Does that mean there's
nothing you can do?
Nagato disregarded my fears and continued,
"However, I have an idea of the whole situation. It is possible to undergo restoration."
Nagato softly caressed the words on the bookmark. After that, she began to explain with a voice
that begins to accumulate words like a snowball,
"The temporal converter has made full use of Suzumiya Haruhi's ability to create data and altered
part of the world's data."
Her familiar calm voice sounded as serene as a music box I had heard when I was a baby and had
soothed my heart.
"Therefore, the altered Suzumiya Haruhi does not possess the power to create data. In that
dimension, the Integrated Data Sentient Entity is non-existent as well."
I couldn't quite understand, but it sure sounds very serious. Turns out besides myself, everyone,
including Haruhi, has been given a new set of memories; a girls school became a co-ed, part of
the students in North High were moved over to that other school, while all their memories have
been secretly altered; the agent from the 'Organization', Nagato the alien, and Asahina-san the
time traveler now all lived different lives; not to mention Asakura has returned while everyone in
North High has no memory of Haruhi at all. Now it seems even Nagato's boss has been erased.
What a mess.
"Using the powers stolen from Suzumiya Haruhi, the temporal converter was able to alter data
concerning past memories in the range of 365 days."
In other words, everyone's memories from last December - from the time where I came from,
that is - to December 17th this year has been altered completely. Yet for memories concerning
Tanabata three years ago - which is now - there was nothing the culprit could do about that. It
was thanks to Haruhi being able to remember about what happened in Tanabata that I was able to
come here. Just who's the dummy out there doing the same idiotic stuff that Haruhi would do?
Nagato's gaze continues to be fixed on me,
"To restore the world to its original state, one must travel from here to December 18th three
years from now, and activate the Restoration Program just after the temporal converter has
executed the alteration."
So, we'll be traveling to three years in the future next, right? The one who'll be doing the
restoration would be you, right?
"I cannot go."
Why not?
When Nagato pointed to the guest room, I understood at once.
"I cannot leave them alone."
According to Nagato's explanation, in order to allow the time where my other self and Asahinasan
were sleeping to remain frozen, she cannot perform any time travel herself. She then said in a
voice as though reporting the time,
"Activate Emergency Mode."
"What does that mean?" I was getting a bit anxious.
"Harmonization."
I still don't get it.
Nagato slowly took off her glasses and wrapped them with her hands. As if being hung by an
unseen thread, the glasses in her palms began to float. If I saw a normal person doing this, I
would have thought there were some invisible strings attached to that person's fingers. Of course,
Nagato wouldn't do something so normal.
Distortion.
The frame and glass both began to twist and form into a strange whirlpool shape, in an instant
the pair of glasses has turned into another object. I've seen this shape before, it was a shape that
would strike fear into the hearts of any human being.
I hesitantly gave my comment,
"It looks like a very huge syringe."
"That is correct."
A colorless liquid was filled up inside the syringe. Just who was going to get jabbed by that
thing?
"This is the Restoration Program used to inject into the temporal converter's body."
Looking at the sharp needle sticking out from the end of the syringe, I instinctively turned away.
"Um...... Isn't there a more reliable way. I'm sorry to say this, but I'm an amateur when it comes
to this. It'll be pretty disastrous if it were to stab the wrong place."
Nagato's dark eyes, which glittered like an LCD screen, looked at the syringe she was holding,
and said,
"Is that so?"
She widened her hands again, the syringe once again formed into a whirlpool before morphing
into another shape. Seeing the shape of this new object, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Another object that would create a huge ruckus."
This time it's a gun, though it had a small nozzle while its material was made of stainless steel.
Nagato placed the shiny metallic pistol, which looked like a brand new toy-gun onto her palm
and handed it to me.
"The chances of this penetrating clothing is very high, but if possible, it is better for you to
directly shoot the target's skin."
"What about bullets? Does this thing have real bullets in them?"
From its appearance, it looked like an aluminum or plastic gun.
"This is a short-needle gun, the program is infused on the tip of the needle."
I felt more at ease psychologically with this thing than with a giant syringe. I received the gun
and was amazed at how light it was.
"Oh yeah,"
I finally asked the question that I dare not ask a while ago,
"Who is the culprit? Who's the one that altered the world? If it isn't Haruhi, then who is it? Can
you tell me?"
I heard Asahina-san (big) sigh softly.
Nagato slowly opened her mouth, and without any expression she calmly uttered the name of the
culprit to me.
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