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"Ahhh damn!" cried Haruhi in frustration, tossing her guitar on the floor and stepping on it. "YUKI! You said you could do it!"

The alien stood motionless, looking at the floor, electric guitar in hand. The drummer and bassist kept playing, keeping it cool and professional. The crowd looked on in amazement, and Kyon blinked.

"What could be more refreshing," he muttered to himself sarcastically, hanging his head and sighing.

"I find it fascinating," Itsuki said, perky as usual.

"Why am I not surprised to hear that?" Kyon asked, looking up from his palm and frowning at Itsuki's loving gaze. "And didn't I tell you not to look at me like that?"

"Are you even observing what's taking place upon the stage?" Itsuki giggled.

"Yeah, yeah," sighed Kyon, only then turning around to look at the stage. "HOLY SHIT!" he cried.

"Precisely."

Nagato was on top of Haruhi, pinning her down against the hard stage floor. Guitars and wizard hat discarded, Nagato's cape covered the two like a blanket.

"Hey! Yuki! What are you doing?!" Haruhi screamed angrily.

"It seems I was mistaken. The instrument-related data I've gathered doesn't appertain to this so-called 'guitar.' The only instrument I am capable with would be a 'flute.'"

"I know what's coming," Kyon sighed.

"You read this site too much," prodded Itsuki.