This choice: Rolled up in Haruhi’s sock in her dirty laundry at home. • Go Back... I wake to see that I’m still in darkness. Despite that, I notice that the smell has changed slightly. Before I blacked out, all I could smell was sweat but now, there’s a hint of another musty scent that I can’t pin down. Feeling the surface, I can tell that I am still near her sweaty sock. Listening carefully, I manage to hear the shower water running. Putting one and one together, I quickly come to the conclusion that I have ended up in Haruhi’s laundry basket, trapped in her sock, and surrounded by her used underwear that give off strong feminine scent. Even so, the odour coming off the sock is too strong, and I also realized that I smell like her feet as well!
Oh crap. I sure hope she doesn’t have a dryer at home, otherwise she would be able to wash her clothes at this supposedly late hour. And that wouldn’t be too good at my size. Without being able to see, I tried to stretch the sock and create enough gap for me to get out. However, it seemed impossible as I’m no where near strong enough, and all I am rewarded is Haruhi’s fresh sweat on my palm.
Come on, think of something Kyon. That’s it! I will bite my way through this sock! I should be able to still tear the sock at a microscopic level and nibble my way out!
Such simple tactic.
Or not. As I took a bite, I couldn’t help but to pull the horrible stuff away from my mouth and yell out profanities. It tasted like vinegar mixed with sand! It probably was! Maybe it’s easier drowning in the washing machine?
I can’t stop now! If I die, who’s going to keep Haruhi in check, making sure she doesn’t destroy the whole world? What a tough role I have. Next thought that pops up in my mind is whether it’s possible to bite off my tongue, without dying. That would be so convenient right about now. While I’m having these philosophical thoughts, I hear the water go off, meaning that Haruhi has finished her shower.
With increased urgency, I close my eyes and clench my teeth over the same place that I took the first taste in. As I bite hard into it and pull, I can practically feel the Haruhi’s sweat being squeezed out and fall onto my accursed tongue. Ignoring the searing pain, I keep at it, and with almost no noise, the sock rips enough for my fist to get through.
But with that small gap, I easily enlarged it enough for me to slip through. As I jump out the sweaty hole, light streams into my eyes, blinding me.
By the time I open my eyes, my eye level’s on the same level as a blue cotton wall of some kind. As I look up, squinting, it all sinks in as Haruhi’s standing over the laundry basket, with some red towels in her hand. She could have fooled me as a colossal ancient water monster, who just came out of the sea! Her face was so radiant and her shiny black hair was hanging down at all places. Each hair bombarded cold water drops at me. While I’m stunned from the view, Haruhi ...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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