I do not own Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu.

Onward!

Prologue

My father had started to wonder just where my cash flows to from my bank account. He works at a large banking firm, so naturally that is the company we trust with our money. As a result, he is able to keep track of family spending as well as individual spending.

At first, there were no problems. I am given a monthly allowance to cover for my own costs. Clothes, food, and school supplies are provided for by my single father. Anything else, however, is footed by me. Thankfully, I am a frivolous spender and I carefully think about the purchases before I make them.

Of course, that was before I met Suzumiya Haruhi. I am still wary with my money, but with so many bills thrust into my lap for being 'late' or for equipment, money started to be siphoned away from my account. Thankfully, however, the costs had never been high.

The issue, however, was with the frequency. I still get my own bank account statements, and it was not long before I realized I was starting to go into the red zone. I had less and less money each month. At first, the amount of money I saved each month gradually became smaller and smaller. But once I started going into the negatives, I knew that Haruhi's spending was becoming an issue.

It could be said that a journey started with but a single step. Likewise, my father quoted that debt started with owing just one yen.

"You must be careful with your money, you know."

At some point, my father decided that we needed to have a one on one chat about money.

"It may only be a small amount now and you aren't even in debt. But it is a bad habit, and with debt comes interest. Unless taken care of it will reach an uncontrollable size."

Yes, I know. But I can't quite bring myself to tell Haruhi that she's slowly eating away at my money. Her dominant attitude is already difficult to deal with.

"You've spent most of your money at drink café's, it appears. You do know that it's usually more expensive than making it yourself or buying it at a convenience store?"

One of his eyebrows rose a bit as he examined my account transactions.

"The amount per visit, it's too much for just yourself. If you have friends with you, they should be paying for their individual drinks. But… hmm…"

A small smile began to form on his lips.

"Did you get a girlfriend?"

It took a moment for it to register in my mind. But once it did I could feel the heat rise up in my cheeks.

"Excuse me?"

The rest of the conversation was unmemorable. After assuming that it was because I was in a relationship he became a bit more relaxed, believing that he found the cause. Saying that I was 'just like him' when he was young, he told me that it would be an issue I'd have to bring up to my girlfriend.

But I don't have a girlfriend. Kind of. Not officially. We haven't done anything yet. Only kissed once, and that was in our dreams.

Haruhi and I are supposed to have our first date tomorrow after our weekend class. I don't know if it will incur any expenses, but naturally I will be paying for it if there are. I'm not about to call it off but this does throw a significant hurdle into the relationship. It won't ruin it; at least I don't think so. She's not the type of girl that would give up so easily on something just because there's some sort of barrier in the way.

Still, I have to devise a way to tenderly bring up the subject.

It's getting late. I have a big day ahead of me and I need to be ready for it. Going upstairs, I brush my teeth, change, and go to bed.

Except that I don't feel tired. I tend to have difficulty sleeping on the nights before a rather important event. It's most likely anxiety over the first date I have with Haruhi tomorrow. Although it could be said that anyone would… have the same issues. It's just the fact that it's… it's Haruhi that… makes it… makes…

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I see only her and a warm, hazy red mist that hovers around us. I move towards her. She moves towards me. Before long we wrap our arms around the other and kiss. We push our bodies together and feel each other through our uniforms, craving for the other.

I love how her skin feels… the moments where we briefly come in contact with each other with no one around… I cherish those.

Her skin is so soft under my hands… I feel her hands, her wrists…

She's soft all over her body…

All. Over. Her. Body.

But her neck…

I love her neck.

I love it when she wears a ponytail because it reveals more of her neck to me.

I lavish so much attention on it… I caress the base, I lick its front, I kiss and suckle its sides.

I linger on where I can feel her pulse. It tells me that she's alive, that she's there in front of me.

This is my favorite spot. And she knows it.

My hand travels down her side. She shivers and shakily inhales. I can feel the subtle movements of her throat under my lips.

I push up underneath her shirt, stopping short of her breast. I linger momentarily before reversing and slipping down the side of her skirt.

Her heart is beating faster, I can feel it... Her body is trembling... She doesn't resist me…

I take my hand and move it to the front of her before slipping it below her panties…

And…

… And…

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It hurts…

There's this… continuous… continuous something, a ringing… It's getting louder… it hurts…

And she's gone.

Everything… everything is… it's such a… a thick blue fog… and cold…

I can't think… can't see… can't breathe… the air freezes me from the inside…

My legs… something around my legs… need… need to get free…

… I hit something… the floor… my body… it hurts so much…

I see something… a soft glow… golden… soothing…

It's in some sort of… container… sloshing around…

I reach for it…

It moves away. Come back! I vigorously stretch and reach and claw for it… I must have it!

It continues to scurry, but eventually I grab it. It fights back, but a swift hit silences it.

There is no visible opening. I vigorously pry at it and golden beads begin to spill onto the ground. I lift it to my lips and begin to drink.

It's warm and sweet. It goes down smoothly. The ringing begins to die down and the pain fades away. I suck at it, needing more of the water of life. I lap up the droplets from the ground. The foggy blue starts to disappear, being replaced slowly with natural colors. It's no longer cold now.

Was it a dream?

My breathing is heavy, but relieved. The ringing is still there, but it's nothing special. Looking around, it's coming from my clock. I get up from the ground and walk to it.

It's a bit after seven in the morning. Time to get ready for school. I shut it off.

When I pull my hand back from it, I leave a bloody hand print on it.

My heart jumps and I scream a bit. I look at my palm and it's smeared with blood. I look at the other and realize that it's no different. I turn around and see a furry, bloody mess on the ground next to my tangled sheets.

It's Shamisen. It has a vicious opening near its neck and its head lay dangling at a disgusting angle. I can feel something rising in the back of my throat.

"Kyon-kun!"

I turn to see the door burst open. It's my sister.

"Kyon-kun, it's time to-" she stops and stares at me. The blood on my hands, my clothes, my lips. I can feel her staring into my eyes, surprised. Her mouth hangs wide for a moment…

Before twisting into a happy, fanged smile. She runs out the door and quickly goes down the stairs.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Fangs?

"It's happened! Kyon-kun can-"

I feel sick.

"Kyon-kun can drink blood now!" She sounds so delighted at the fact. "He's one of us!"

…One of us?

That feeling, that sick feeling, it gets worse. I stumble towards the bathroom door, leaving smears of blood on everything I touch. I hastily force it open and enter, moving towards the toilet.

But I can't get there in time. I opt for the next best thing: the sink.

I barely make it. A stream of red leaves my mouth, tasting disgustingly sweet and sour at the same time. More comes out, again and again until it's only dry heaves.

I look up into the mirror and wish I didn't. There's blood all over the front of my clothes. My lips are stained a deep red.

I can see a pair of sharp, elongated fangs.

My legs start to give away and I begin to move away from the sink. I try to regain my balance, but the whole room is seems to spin. I hear footsteps coming through the hallway.

Eventually I fall to my knees. I see my sister again, still widely smiling like it's the best day of her life. After that my vision fades.

I hear my father's voice. It's a bit… happy.

…

He says that if I faint, I will be 'just like him' when he was younger.

Like father like son they say. I suppose I'm no different. For the second time this morning, the floor delivers a harsh greeting to my face, except this time I won't be getting up for a while.

Hello again, everyone. I don't exactly know how this came about, but I do know that I enjoy writing darker stories. Not everything is bright and green, nor will it work itself out in the end, which is why it seems so appealing at times. It's more challenging to write, and I've never exactly done something along this genre before. I intend for this to be a horror/humor/romance type of story so I don't know what I'm getting into; it's unfamiliar territory for me. But it's still enjoyable.

Until next time.