The Emergence of Kyonko

Authors notes. About halfway through the story it gets a little confusing because I'm using him/her and himself/herself when trying to distinguish between Kyon and Kyonko. I tried to be careful with my sentences, but it will get a little hard to follow, which, in a way, will make sense. I know that sounds funny now, but it will make sense after you read it, so hang in there.


The Emergence of Kyonko


Again, this day could have been like any other, but, as if fate decided to shake the world form it's normal everyday routine. Fate, named Haruhi.

Kyon could tell Haruhi was acting differently than normal, which usually meant trouble. From the time he entered the club room he could feel Haruhi's eyes glaring at him. He tried to figure out what he did that upset her, but he couldn't come up with anything. He figured then, if it wasn't something he did, it must be something she was planning for him to do. Which for him, meant spending more time, energy, and if Haruhi could find a way, spending more of his money. All of his precious commodities wasted on her random whims, all squandered on meaningless quests for things that had little existence. Kyon's mood went from irritated to muffled rage as his mind feared what she could possibly have him do. Unconsciously, his eyes panned over to see his own personal demon.

As their eyes met, time seemed to forget it was supposed to keep going. As if time was holding it's breath, just like the two, caught in each other's gaze. Haruhi's face turned slightly pinker, then, as time remembered to start ticking again, her eyes went from stunned to annoyed, "What?" She demanded. Kyon averted his gaze. "It's nothing." He said, wondering where all of this anger she had was coming from.

Time ticked by slowly in the club room. Kyon waited carefully, knowing any sudden movements could set her off. Kyon waited and waited, the anticipation grinding deeper into his spine, waiting for her to speak. It never came, everything he was fearing passed as Haruhi stood up, stated, "dismissed," and left the room. Mikuru let out a sigh she had been holding in. "Does anyone sense something is troubling our leader?" Koizumi asked from his seat. Kyon nodded. Koizumi leaned in closer to Kyon, "Well, do you know what might be causing this change in her behavior?" Kyon backed away. "You face is too close." Koizumi smiled deviously, "Sorry, just didn't want her hearing us. Have you noticed anything?" Kyon shook his head, "Nothing in particular, just that she's unhappy about something." The tension from Haruhi was still there, but as each member started packing up there school bags and leaving the room, some of the tension seemed to leave with them. Slightly stunned, Kyon finished clearing out the room, and headed home.

His cell phone rang, making him jump in his bed. God what the hell time is it, he thought as he searched for the item that had awoken him. "Kyon. What are you doing." Haruhi's angry voice clawed at his ears through the ear piece. "I was sleeping..." he replied, slightly annoyed, but he tried to hide it from his voice. The silence was louder than her voice, as he waited for her to explain why she had called him at 3am. Again, it didn't come. "Oh, then I'll see you tomorrow." She said with a tear in her voice. The call ended and Kyon stood there wondering what on earth was going on with her. He crawled back into bed, desperate for sleep, but only thoughts of her filled his mind.

Apparently he had fallen back asleep, because Kyon had awoken to the sound of his alarm. He stretched his arms and tried to shake the sleep from his head. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, fixed his hair, put on his make up, and headed off to school. As he walked to school, he noticed that for some reason, his legs were colder than normal. He wondered why, in such a moder country, they still forced girls to wear skirts to school. He arrived at school earlier than he needed, so he decided to call nature before nature started to call him. He was still to tired due to last night's phone call. His feet carried him to the school bathroom he had always used. The second floor girls bathroom usually had less traffic than the others, and Haruhi never used this one, which, for Kyon, meant he could do his business in peace. Sitting there on the toilet, the cold porcelain slowly woke his tired mind. Why am I sitting down to pee... he pondered. He finished his business and when to the sink to the sink to wash his hands. When he saw a girl.

"What are you doing in here?" He yelled at her, "This is the girls... bathroom." His mind seemed to crumble as he started to recognize the person in the bathroom with him. He started to notice that the girl standing there in the mirror, was him. It was the face he had always had, nothing seemed to be out of place. He had been a girl his whole life, right? He left the bathroom and headed to class.

"Kyonko, you're late." Haruhi said to him as he entered the room. "Yeah, well I didn't get much sleep last night..." He told her. "Why is that?" She questioned. "Well, someone decided to call me last night, at 3am." He said, dancing dangerously around accusing her. "Who would do something like that, maybe a telemarketer from another country. Or maybe it's an alien trying to make contact with us." Haruhi said, getting excited. Kyon couldn't believe his ears, did she really not remember. "Well, let me check my cell, maybe I can find the number of who called me." Kyon said with a hint of sarcasm that Haruhi didn't seem to notice. Nothing, nothing at all. The last call that his cell show was yesterday at 5:13pm. That was strange, really strange. How did Haruhi... The school bell rang, stopping his train of thought.

Hours ticked by like ice moving though maple syrup... slowly. Kyon prayed for class to end, even though he knew that club room awaited him. It didn't matter, he just wanted out. The club room seemed a little more cheerful than normal. Haruhi seemed to be smiling a little more than normal, even humming to herself from time to time. Everyone else seemed to watch Haruhi, watching for something, Kyon couldn't tell what. "Kyonko. Make us some tea." Haruhi commanded Kyon stood up before knowing he was standing. "Doesn't Mikuru chan normally do this?" He hinted under his breath. Haruhi happened to notice. "Well she serves the tea, but you are the one who makes it." Haruhi stated blankly. Somehow that made sense to Kyon, and he made his way to make the tea.

The time in the club room went by faster than normal, Haruhi didn't even come up with anything crazy for them to do. But for some reason, she seemed to be all over Kyon today. When Haruhi got bored, sometimes she would braid Mikuru's hair, today, she decided to braid Kyon's. Not something he was used to. Haruhi really seemed to get lost in Kyon's long brown hair, slowly pausing to take in the smell of his shampoo. The smell drove Haruhi in to a state of unknowing, and pure wild passion. And, with Haruhi's nature of taking anything and everything she want she buried her face in his hair. "Hay... what are you!?" She softly shushed him and nibbled on the spot where his neck met his shoulders. He moaned in simple pleasure, but stood up in a panic. "Why did you..." He stopped as Haruhi got up and left the room, the sound "dismissed." trailing after her. Mikuru seemed embarrassed from the display she just saw, and made her way after Haruhi. As Kyon stood up to leave, Koizumi stopped him. "Well, that was unexpected." Koizumi said as he leaned in towards Kyon. "Your face is too close," Kyon stated flatly.

"Well something really is different with Haruhi." Koizumi said. The remaining club members had met after school on the bleachers. Koizumi continued, "I felt something last night, Haruhi must have changed something in this world, but none of my colleagues or I have been able to figure out what it was." Kyon paced back and forth. "Well I thought she had called me last night, but I couldn't find any proof of it in my cell phone this morning. I didn't know what to make of it though, but things really have felt weird today." Koizumi nodded and added, "Well it would make sense that she could have been able to change the events of last night. Something as little as a phone call might have slipped past my colleagues and I. But that really doesn't seem likely. I mean, why could changing whether or not a phone call went through, shouldn't really have altered her mood so much. Do you remember what the phone call was about?" Koizumi asked. Kyon shook his head, "No, not really. I don't think she even said anything." The quiet member of the club sitting by herself on the bleachers coughed. For some reason, Kyon thought that Nagato might just have stifled a giggle, but he had never ever heard her giggle or even come close to laughing. He must have just heard something. "Nagato, have you noticed anything different with Haruhi lately?" Kyon asked her. "Yes," she nodded slightly, her glasses glaring with the sun. "Do you have any idea what might be causing this resent change?" Koizumi chipped in. "Well, I believe it might be due to Kyon's resent change in gender. Last night this world reset, and the only significant change seems to be..." Kyon cut her off, "What! My resent what? Change in gender? Haven't I always been a guy..." Looking down at his chest his mind seemed to realize it before he did. On his chest was slight out line of things that he had known had always been there, but for some reason, he knew that, they shouldn't. His eyes trailed lower, down his skirt. It was something he had always worn, right? It felt familiar, but for some reason felt out of place. His hands went up to his head, expecting the short hair cut that he remembered getting about a month ago, but what he found was hair that went past his shoulders. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong. For some reason, the body that he knew all his life, was wrong. "Yes," Nagato continued, "last night the world reset itself and you became female. Not just you outer features, but your memories, your past, everything that needed to change in order for this world to exist with you as a female. Besides you, everything you own, everything you have come in contact with has changed to accommodate. Everyone you know, their memories and emotions have been altered to fit this new worlds version of you." Kyon didn't know what to do, "If everyones memory has changed, how can you know all of this, how can this be true?" Nagato starred at him, and said blankly, "Because I am not part of this world. And to answer your second question, this all happened because of Suzumiya Haruhi's will."

Ok, he was a girl. Well, it would be more accurate to say, she was a girl. Kyonko lay there in her bed, wondering how on earth he had gotten herself in to this mess. The moon light shown softly through the window. It fell upon her like a light dew in the night. Looking down he saw proof that she was actually a girl. His mind raced as his hands moved towards the two bits of proof that rested on her chest. As his hands met her own flesh, she let out a slow breath. This must be wrong, he thought to himself as his hands explored her chest. This was the first time he had ever felt a womans breast, but they felt familiar, like she had had them all of her life. Slowly his hands and fingers moved causing her own heart to start beating faster. Slowly, one of his hands made it's way lower, tracing circles on her stomach, feeling how smooth and soft her own skin was. He felt wrong, like he shouldn't be doing this, but why she was all alone in her room. His hand traveled even lower, reaching for something that wasn't there anymore. This caused him to panic, but she calmed himself down by reminding himself that he was a girl now. He let his hand explore, trying to imagine what it was he was touching for the first time in his life. He touched and prodded, feeling strange and excited. This went on for a while before he realized that he really had no idea what he was supposed to be doing. He let out a slow breath and let the girl in him take over. His finger seemed to be guided by muscle memory. Something he had never done became easy as he realized this was something she had done for years. Her heart started beating faster, her breathing became erratic. Her hands sped up, changing places. Touching, rubbing, feeling, groping. Her body rocking back and forth in her bed, drifting up and down. She bit down on her lip as not to let out a scream, as her fingers drove her over the edge of pleasure.

Shaking in her bed, she lay there, wondering if it had always felt that good. Kyonko couldn't remember why she had been so upset by what Nagato had told her. She didn't remember being a guy, and after what she just felt, she didn't know if she wanted to be changed back.

Her alarm clock rang and Kyonko sat up to meet the world. She finished up her morning routine and headed off to school. Class went by without a hitch, school ending before she even noticed. In the club room things went smoothly even after all that had happened the day before. But this happy state couldn't last, and it wasn't long before Haruhi stood up and exclaimed, "We're going out tomorrow, anyone late will face penalties." Kyonko was the first to ask, "Would you like to add anything on where or when we will be going or what it is we will be doing?" Haruhi smiled at her, "Silly girl, if I tell you any of that, then it would be a surprise anymore, right?" Kyonko sighed under her breath, another weekend lost to Haruhi's shenanigans.

A phone call at 5am let Kyonko know when they would be meeting. She cursed the universe as she stumbled her way to the park before fully waking up. The rest of the club seemed to be in a better state than Kyonko, as if they all had some way of knowing the future or knowing what Haruhi was planning. "You're late! Penalty" Haruhi shouted at Kyonko. Damn them, Kyonko thought under her breath. They headed in to the park, not knowing where there fearless leader was taking them. Deeper and deeper, higher and higher they hiked, and of course, Kyonko was carrying all of Haruhi's things as well as her own. The tree's thinned out as they reached the top, a lone old tree stood there with them. Kyonko dropped her bags and tried to catch her breath, but was stopped by the sound of Mikuru gasping. "What is it?" Kyonko started to ask her, but stopped as she saw what her fellow club member was looking at. Over the horizon, the sun peeked out from the Earth, and golden rays filled the morning sky. The sky looked as it had caught ablaze from the the ball of flame that illuminated it, pink and blue clouds bleed away to deep red then to overwhelming orange as the sun started to rise. The light faded out the clouds color and the pure blue sky emerged out from behind them. It took almost an hour before the sun had fully risen, by which time Kyonko remembered to breath. It was the single most powerful instance in time she had ever witnessed. Time itself seemed impressed and stopped to watch. As the club members recovered from shock, they laid there in the grass, watching the wind toss around the clouds. Kyonko felt something warm and heavy as Haruhi laid down next to her, her head on Kyonko's stomach. "Do you think this world knows we are here?" Haruhi asked softly. Kyonko was taken aback by just how deep Haruhi's question was. "What do you mean by know we are her?" Kyonko asked back. Haruhi snuggled closer to Kyonko, Haruhi's head now resting on Kyonko's breasts. "I mean," she said softly, "compared to the world, we are so small. But the world made that sunrise just for, us here on this mountain." Kyonko wondered why Haruhi hesitated when she said the word, us. "I don't know," Kyonko answered.

As they made their way down the mountain, Kyonko felt Nagato tug on her shirt sleeve. "Meet us by the train station after Haruhi goes home." She instructed Kyonko in a blank voice. Kyonko didn't even have a chance to nod before being whisked away by Haruhi.

The Koizumi and Nagato were waiting for Kyonko when she finally arrived. "Well, what's going on?" Koizumi walked up to Kyonko leaned in and whispered in a sultry, "Well, it's about you." Kyonko slid back, "Your face is too close. And if this is a love confession, why is Nagato here?" Koizumi made a dramatic motion with his arm and said, "Well, well. You are observant." Kyonko rolled her eyes. Koizumi continued on, "well, this is about you, you and Haruhi. You have noticed her resent change in behavior, and you resent change gender right." Kyonko put her hands on her now shapely hips, "... and?" she asked. "Well recently there has been a shift in negative space, and gaps in the flow of time." Kyonko blinked over at Nagato, "But I thought that only happened when Haruhi was mad or bored?" Nagato nodded, but added, "Well, that has been true in the past, but the resent anomalies with negative space are most likely caused by Suzumiya Haruhi's current mental state. She seems to be trapped between two things, two things that she has to choose between, but so far, she has not been able to." Kyonko absent mindedly walked closer Nagato, completely lost in the conversation. "What two things?" She asked desperately. "Between her memories of you as a man, and her love for you as a woman." Nagato stated. Kyonko's world tilted by about 15 degrees, making it hard for her to keep standing. "She's in love with me? Me, as a girl?" Koizumi made a dramatic entrance into Kyonko's attention, "Yes, our mother hen has fallen for one of her own little chicks. And such a cute little chick." Kyonko almost hit him, "Your face is too close..." Nagato didn't seem to notice what Koizumi was doing, and she continued, "It's seems likely that the most likely cause of the anomalies in the time continuum is being caused by Haruhi's memories of you. When this world was recreated with you as a female, everybody's minds were altered, allowing for you to exist in their minds and memories as a female. But Suzumiya Haruhi's memories are so hard set that they conflict with how she sees you. Her mind believes you are female, but there is a sense of something missing in her feelings. The fact that she recreated the world with with you as a female is most likely that she loves you, but can only see herself with a woman, so she recreated you as a woman to make this possible. But the problem is that the love she felt for you was based around feelings set in her heart, feelings that were set when you were male. This conflict in her mind is causing negative space to spread into our world. The sunrise this morning is evidence of this. The sky itself was ripped apart, and for a eleven minutes and twenty four seconds, time came to a stop. If Suzumiya Haruhi's mind doesn't resolve this conflict, the occurrences of these anomalies will increase. This world and time itself are in danger of being riped apart."

Kyonko paced back and forth in her room. The world might end because of Haruhi and she was to blame. It was all up to her to stop this from happening, but she didn't have any clue how. Damn it, if Haruhi wasn't so impulsive, Kyonko cursed to herself. She could try and make Haruhi stop loving her, but that would probably make the world explode or something. She could try make Haruhi want to turn her back into a man, but that didn't seem likely to happen, and she had no idea how to do that. The only other option seemed to be to try and make Haruhi forget all about the memories of Kyon. But that seemed impossible. How do you make a woman forget about the one she loves, even if that person is you. And how do you make her forget about you, the one she loves, and still have her love you when it's all over. Kyonko didn't know how to answer any of these questions, so like a blind man at night with a gun, she took a shot in the dark, she called Haruhi.

to be continued.

Authors notes.

Thanks to megadeth425 and everyone who reviewed my other stories. Feedback is the fuel that keeps writers writing.

Sorry there wasn't much in the way of sex in this chapter, I'm too tired to finish this tonight, but depending on how I feel tomorrow and on the reception of this first chapter, maybe I'll get more of it up soon. So if you want more, let me know. If you want to see something specific, let me know. If you want to see Kyonko and Haruhi having sex on top of an elephant, in the back of an airplane that is transporting circus supplies, let me know, and I'll try and work it in. These stories meant to be enjoyed by the reader, so I need to know what the readers want to read. Or, I can just keep pumping out this crap.

And I'm sorry to all the Mikuru fans out there, I really don't know her well enough to write anything with her in it. But if ya'll want I can add something with her.

I apologize for any typos in this story.