1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

disclaimer: i don't own melancholy of haruhi suzumiya and don't make profit from the fic.

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russian roulette

haruhi entered the room exactly when kyon needed two more moves to kick koizumi's ass in checkers for the thirteenth time.

"

igade!" she called, slamming the door shut. "i have a mission for us!"

nagato turned a page of her new book, mikuru pressed the tea tray to her ample

east and koizumi turned to the recently arrived with a smile even more sunny than usual. "what is it?" he asked happily.

kyon had a sudden foreboding.

"we'll play the russian roulette!"

...he was quite right with the foreboding. an uneasy hush fell over the room. haruhi, maybe having taken the silence for an agreement (or, more likely, not caring about her subordinates' opinion), pulled a big carton box from behind the wardrobe and placed it on the table with a groan, shoving the boys' unfinished checkers to the floor. kyon was too distracted with his conscience examination to care about the scattered pieces. yuki raised her head from her book for the occasion.

the

igade

eathed with relief when their chief pulled a roulette wheel and a pack of chips out of the box. kyon looked at it closely and sure enough, near the bar code were the magical words: "made in russia".

"why do you want to play this?" he inquired, because the sense of foreboding hasn't completely disappeared.

"we don't have any clients, so we have to kill time somehow. the loser will be the winner's slave for a week!"

out of the corner of his eye kyon saw that mikuru started trembling. he sighed heavily and held back the comment that suzumiya treated all

igade members like slaves, anyway.