The Genderbending Of Haruhi Suzumiya

Chapter 5 -- Is... Is That You?

Chapter 5. “Is… Is That You?”

It seems lady luck has smiled upon me for once.

“There is something I got to do!” the new Haruhi exclaimed before blasting out of the classroom after the final bell sounded. I didn’t know what it was he had to do. Nor did I care. I would have time to figure out whatever the hell is going on in the meantime. Or I would at least have the opportunity to have Nagato explain things. That was all that mattered. And I was sure that I would find out what Haruhi left the class ever so expeditiously for eventually. Whatever it was, judging by his enthusiasm I could infer that I would end up suffering for it.

 I began my routine of marching down to the SOS BRIGADE clubroom. Though this time, the stroll was different for obvious reasons. Everything seemed different. The buildings' layout weren’t changed or anything. But I was used to walking past the different people that occupied the hall every day. The clubs that occupied the rooms stayed the same for the most part, except for a few of them. But, obviously, the members that occupied them where… different. Or I guess I should say they were the same people. Because they were. They just looked different. Completely different. Like Haruhi, Taniguchi, and Kunikida however, none of them seemed to notice and continued to act as though it had always been this way.

I was tempted to just grab someone and attempt to convince them that this wasn’t the way things had always been. Maybe I could unlock some hidden key to the old world like the last time something like this happened? No. That’s stupid. This isn’t some RPG where I can fulfill quests and beat challenges to win items or something like that. I would just come across as the student who finally cracked under Haruhi’s constant pressures.

That reminds me.

What was Haruhi’s name? In this new world I mean.

 Certainly it wasn’t Haruhi. I’m sure it had to be something different to match the new male persona. I mean even my nickname changed, so why wouldn’t Haruhi or any other member of the SOS BRIGADE’s names change? It’s not like I could just walk up to him and go “Hey, I forgot. What’s your name again?”

No, definitely not. That would bring nothing more to me then the infamous “Death Penalty”. I’m sure of it.

Nagato would be able to help me there. If I needed any information that wasn’t already perplexingly described to me by Koizumi in his infinite and annoying wisdom, I’m sure she would be happy to offer it to me. This brings me back to another topic. Nagato and Ms. Asahina.

To be honest, I really didn’t want to imagine it. The thought of either Nagato or Ms. Asahina as a man made me want to curl up under a rock and die. The thought wasn't gross or anything, but it was disturbing to say the least. But my curiosity had me in a choke hold and left me with no other option but to picture it. I was surprised to find my mind drawing a huge blank. I was so used to Nagato and Ms. Asahina the way they always are, I couldn’t imagine them looking any different. It didn’t matter anyway. I would see them soon enough. But the thought of what the new Ms. Asahina had to go through rocked me to the core along with giving me the unexplainable urge to punch Haruhi in the face. Would she be forced to wear maid outfits like always? But now that would be considered cross-dressing…

I wouldn’t put it past Haruhi to do that. Maybe she forced Ms. Asahina to be the club’s butler?

…

Now that I wouldn’t mind seeing.

Then the most terrifying, gut wrenching, blood curdling thought came to mind. What if I was forced to be the one who cosplayed in class? AHHHH! Hell no! There was no way I would let something like that happen to me! Not now! Not ever! The idea made me want to scream! That was it! I had to get to the club room now just stop myself from going insane dreaming up all this crazy scenarios. I bolted up the final flight of stairs and stopped in front of the clubroom door. This was the moment of truth. I took a deep inhale, and twisted the door handle. Ever so slowly, I pushed the door open as to reveal the room’s contents. In the back of the room, by the window, sitting in a fold up chair reading a book of whose title I will never be able to pronounce, was a teenage boy with gray hair, glasses, and an expressionless face.