Slider (SLI) - Street Light Interference
The sporadic and unconscious ability to turn street lights or other sources of electrical lights on and off when near without the aid of a switch or remote. Reports also claim that these people are able to stick metallic items to their body. Some claim this the work of energies in the human body; others credit this mysterious power to physic or physic kinetic (The ability to move things with the power of your mind) powers. Although they have this power, the wielders lack control of it.
“A time loop!” Kyon screamed while Koizumi rested on the concreate park bench, a large grin plastered his face, “You’re telling me we’re stuck in a time loop? Why?” He enunciated and emphasized each word yet it wouldn’t have mattered anyways; you were all at the park in the dead of night. Why was this happening? You sighed and shook your head, “We have no idea Kyon.” “In deeded,” Koizumi spoke up, “If we could solve that we could solve the problem.” He smiled once again; why was he always smiling? Why was that? Ever since you met him, he’d been smiling.
Your mind drifted elsewhere while Nagato explained in excruciating detail about the variations in the time loops. You reminisced about the day you joined the merry SOS brigade; the faithful day you met Itsuki Koizumi.
The sun was blaring, shinning bright in your eyes causing you to be temporarily blind. The air was in a comatose state, completely still as if it were paralyzed. The whole world seemed to be board; that attitude never sat well with Haruhi Suzamiya.
It was your first day of school; although the air was heated, you felt chilled to the bone with fear. You sighed melancholically, you missed your old school dearly, but you could stay there no long, not after the incident.
You held a particular power, one that you didn’t quite understand. Ever since you were born you had the ability to control electrical currents, especially when excited. As a child you were constantly on the move in attempt to hide your strange power, making it extremely difficult to make friends; but that was your life.
You trudged into the school reminding yourself, once again, that you had to start again. The year had already begun, everyone seemed to have everything together while you shook in your dress shoes. You wiped the breakfast crumbs on your skirt with one brisk motion, straightened your tie, and readjusted the baby blue berate in your hair. It was time to go to class.
“Just stay calm,” you repeated over and over to yourself, “It will be alright. Don’t get excited.” You inhaled and shut your eyes, hoping for a moment of tranquility, just one. “Excuse me, miss, you’re in my seat.” The voice was kind and smooth followed by a slight chuckle. Your eyes shot wide open. You fumbled out of the chair as quickly as you could, causing you to land on the floor. “That’s an interesting way to get out of a chair,” a hand was extended in your direction; standing there was the ever cheerful Koizumi.
He then pulled you off the floor, his warm hand clutched yours gently; even when you were off the floor his hand remained, holding yours. “You must be new here,” he shook your hand politely, “My name is Itsuki Koizumi.” You gave him a rare smile, “I’m (y/n). It’s nice to meet you.” Getting a better look at him, you realized he was quite handsome; his short brown hair was neatly combed, his blazer was pressed and clean, his chocolate hazel eyes burned with gentle passion, and his smile was indescribably beautiful.
Class went by without anything significant happening, just a normal usual day. When the bell rang, you dismissed the possibility of anything interesting happening and packed up to go home; that was when the trouble started. “I want her with the SOS brigade,” came a demanding voice. “Suzamiya-san that’s a wonderful idea,” came another voice, gentle, soft, and calming. This voice belonged to none other than the charming boy you had just met; it was Koizumi.
You turned to the owners of the voices to discover a hyper girl with short chocolate hair decorated with two yellow ribbons right in your face. “Mysterious transfer student huh?” She grabbed your chin and examined you thoroughly; you didn’t dare struggle. “Come with me,” without a second to spare she dragged you out of the classroom and down the hall toward another building.
She then stopped at an old door and kicked it open with brute force. “Hey everyone, chiefs here,” she sung out, still pulling you along. “Mikuru-chan, make her some tea,” she directed at a girl petite well-endowed girl wearing a blue and white maid uniform. The girl willfully obeyed. “Haruhi,” came yet another voice, this one clad with disdain and annoyance, “You can’t force a person to come against their will.” The girl, who you supposed was named Haruhi, gave him a scowl and stuck out her tongue, “I didn’t force her Kyon,” Haruhi crossed her arms in a superior manor, “She came on her own free will.” Another girl with short grey hair sat there very still, reading, almost as if she wasn’t alive. “I’ve decided to make her a brigade member,” Haruhi beamed in delight.
Thus, you began your life with the SOS brigade. You faced countless obstacles and tribulations, for example: the near end of the world when Haruhi gave up on it, the movie incident where Mikuru shot a beam from her eye, time traveling, and battling celestials.
“(y/n)-san… (y/n)-san,” a voice beckoned you to return to the present. “Yes,” you blurted out. Koizumi was speaking to you, “We’re leaving now,” he gave you one of his trademark smiles, “I’ll walk you home if you wish.” That was an offer you could refuse, so excitedly (if not too excitedly) you bounced out of your seat and jogged to his side.
Once the others were out of sight the two of you began walking. “What were you thinking about?” Koizumi asked as if he wasn’t prying into anyone’s business. It would be too embarrassing to tell him what you were really thinking about, “Um, a solution to our problem.” “You’re a horrible liar,” he chuckled and put his hands on your shoulder, “tell me the truth”.
You had to change the subject. “Why are you always smiling?” “I believe I asked you a question first,” he said, quite bemused. He waited for your response; you gave no answer. “If you must know why I smile all the time it’s because…” he lingered, leaving you in suspense. “I asked you a question first,” he teased. “Koizumi!” you crossed your arms in disappointment and anger. He snickered, “I smile because I’m with you.” He cupped your chin in his hands, “I smile because I have you around.”
You went completely silent while he remained smiling. “Do you not believe me? I suppose I’ll have to prove it to you.” And, without hesitation, his lips passionately brushed against yours, leaving you wanting more when he pulled away. “Is that enough?” He questioned, his hand caressing your chin. “Do you understand now?” He spoke slowly, making sure you received the message.
“K-Koizumi-San?” You stuttered out causing him to chuckle once more. “Speechless?” He pulled back your hair and leaned in close to your ear, “I love you.” Your hand moved itself into his. “Let me take you home,” he then pulled you along.
Your heart began to race, your cheeks turned red, and large grin appeared on your face. Then the lights flickered on and off. No! No! Not now! Koizumi was an esper; you had no idea what he thought of sliders. Then everything went completely dark.
The world went silent. “A slider?” Came a soft gentle kind voice in the pitch blackness followed by a laugh, “I knew you had to be special, Suzamiya choose you after all.” The lights flickered on again and you were met by the most beautiful hazel eyes in the universe.
“Do you have any ideas on how to get out of this time loop?” You looked up at him, eyes glittering. “I’m don’t believe so. However, it doesn’t matter if we go through this time loop a million times more, as long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll mind it,” he then leaned in close to your face, his warm breath heating your cheeks, “(y/n)-san, we’ll find a way out of this, together,” he snakes his arms around you and pulled you into a sweet soft kiss.