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[The last thing Haruhi remembers is falling to the pavement and the horrific feeling of Raziel being ripped from him. And as his eyes slowly open, he is aware that Raziel is back with him--but how long has it been?
[Late Tuesday night, Haruhi vanished from the Shimano apartments.
Today, deep in the inner districts, Haruhi is draped over a bench in the backyard of a very nice summer estate that he may have bought on Sunday evening. Since he was living in a small apartment, there isn't much to move in, and he's managed to convince the maids and butler he doesn't need anything.
So, for those of you who manage to get access to Haruhi's secret files, Rin, this is a run-down of what he'd keep in that flashdrive of doom. Vagueries are vague in case of need to retcon/handwave various things as asked, but Haruhi is creepy stalker, so.
[Two broken ribs. Another three cracked. Severe burns and cuts along most of Haruhi's body. A broken leg, and his hip fractured. Internal bleeding. A severe concussion. Bruises. Curiously, some signs of damage from drowning. Haruhi's been through hell, and he looks it. But he's stable, and now, he's starting to wake up.
[He's gone too far. He never intended for things to be this way...but when he thinks about it, it was only a matter of time, wasn't it?
He hadn't been doing a thing to help. And while it might have been too late to repair the damage, he could, perhaps, start over. It wasn't really for his brother's sake...it had never been for his brother's sake. It had been his own guilt and pride...
He'd tried to kill someone for pointing out he'd been helpless to stop so much. When had he become so fragile to snap at something like that?
Haruhi stared down at his suitcase, sighing. It wasn't permanent...he just needed to go somewhere else. He just needed to sort things out.]