The Wavering of Haruhi Suzumiya Read Online Free PDF

swearing to work only for the good of the world and humanity henceforth?



… Of course I never said any of that stuff. I only thought it. All I was doing was standing next to Haruhi and looking up at the sky. A mountain breeze blew thin clouds through the sky, as though the school festival itself had triggered the autumn weather.
    Haruhi said nothing. She wore an intentional-looking scowl on her face, but within her head was probably another emotion entirely.
    “What?” Haruhi directed an annoyed glare at me but remained where she was. “You got something to say? Then say it. I’m sure it’s nothing worthwhile, but it’s bad to just stew on things.”
    Her eyes glittered.
    “Not really, no,” I said.
    Haruhi sat up and grabbed a handful of grass to throw at me. But evidently the weather gods were on my side, as a sudden odd gust of wind blew up and set the green blades back into her face.
    “Ugh!”
    Haruhi flopped back down on the grass as she sputtered to get the grass out of her mouth.
    I looked vaguely up at the clubroom building. I could see the brigade room’s window from here. I wondered if a certain slender, short-haired figure would be looking down at us, but there was nobody there. Not surprising, I guessed.
    The silence continued for a bit longer but was eventually broken by Haruhi’s voice.
    “Concerts are fun. I sort of wonder if that was good enough, but… yeah. It was fun. How should I put it? It felt like I was really doing something.”
    If dressing as a bunny girl and getting up onstage to sing lyricsfrom a music stand as a substitute vocalist was her idea of fun, then she had serious guts. Of course, I knew that already.
    “I can see why that injured girl argued so much with the festival committee,” she said.
    “Yeah.”
    I couldn’t help but feel sort of moved. I guess that’s what I get for letting my guard down.
    “Hey!”
    The tranquil mood was shattered when Haruhi suddenly bolted to her feet, then loomed over me ominously. I tried to back away, but my foot slipped.
    The volatile Haruhi smiled brilliantly and spoke in a high, excited voice.
    “Hey, Kyon! Can you play an instrument?”
    “Nope.”
    I shook my head rapidly. I had a very bad feeling about this.
    “Huh. Well, we’ll fix that with practice. We’ve got a whole year, after all.”
    Hey, now.
    “We should perform as a band next year! We don’t have to join the pop music club if we pass the audition, and that’ll be a cinch. I’ll do vocals, Yuki can play guitar, and we’ll give Mikuru a tambourine and put her onstage as decoration!”
    Oh hell no.
    “Of course, we’ve got to make the sequel to the movie too. We’re gonna be busy next year—but you always gotta set more goals, right?”
    Now hang on just a second!
    “All right, Kyon, let’s go!”
    Hey, wait—go where, to do what?
    “To get some instruments! They’ll have some spares in the pop music club room. And I’ll have to ask those three girls about tips for writing songs. Gotta strike while the iron’s hot!”
    Haruhi ignored me as I considered how hesitating before striking was probably the best idea. She grabbed my wrist and began to drag me behind her.
    Her strides were long. Purposeful.
    “Don’t worry; I’ll handle the songwriting and composition. And the arrangement and choreography, of course.”
    Oh, great. The mysterious switch in Haruhi’s head had been flipped, and she was off on some new obsession. Even alien abductors would drag me off more gently than she did. I looked up at the sky for someone to help me.
    No one was standing at the clubroom window. Apparently our own genius-level guitarist/magic-wielding alien was absorbed in a book right now. It was autumn, after all.
    “C’mon, Kyon, walk with your own two feet. Three stairs at a leap, got it?”
    Haruhi turned and looked back, eyes glittering with all she was imagining, and she lengthened her stride into a run.
    There was no helping it. I ran too.
    Why, you