Disclaimer: The characters of Eyeshield 21 do not belong to me.
A/N This story has been edited, not that there is any difference in the story line, but I edited some grammatical errors to the best of my ability!
Kobayakawa Sena suddenly woke up. He wasn't disoriented as usual, which was quite odd by itself. It made him wonder, had anything unusual happened? Ah, yes.
"The end.. of the Christmas Bawl.."
It was odd, saying that out loud. In truth, it didn't feel like anything had been finished. Not at all, not yet. So many things had happened in less than a year. Being dragged into the American Football club house by Huh brothers, drinking tea with Kurita-san and being introduced to the world of American Football, and, and...
..Hiruma-san. That devil quarter back who gave him the name 'Eyeshield 21'. His life had changed so much because of him, and he simply couldn't believe that everything had just...
"Ya-! Sena, I'm here for you again!"
Startled at the sudden voice, Sena hurriedly straightened his body from the bed. His muscles complained painfully. He was about to scream but yet again, the bright voice stopped him.
"Ara, Sena, are you still up there? Can't you move yet? Then I'll help you!"
And that, assuredly made him stop and think. This morning, he was feeling extremely sentimental. Due to that, he had been just laying down in the bed silently and thus was still in his pajama. However, judging from the even-more-lively-than-usual voice of Suzuna-Ah, yes, she didn't play the game, did she- it was highly predictable that he would have to take a ride to the school on that cart of hers. Now he could imagine vividly, and quite painfully what would happen once he arrived at the school wearing nothing but his current, less than adequate clothing: the scolding of teachers, the whispers of the students, and of course, after that his high school would be...
"AAAAH-! W, WAIT JUST A SECOND, SUZUNA!"
With that horrible thought in his mind, he -unnecessarily- pulled his ability to run 40 yard at 4.2 seconds and managed to finish all his preparation in exactly 57 seconds. (And regretted that action almost instantly when the soreness of his muscles came back with vengeance.)
"Wow, when did you get down here? Well, let's go then!"
Sena munched down his last bits of toast and awkwardly climbed up to the cart. In there, there was Monta, his best friend, looking oddly resigned.
"Uh.. Monta, is something wrong?"
"No, I'm simply just accepting my fate as it is."
Even before Sena could ask him to clarify his statement, 'The Death Ride of Suzuna' started to run at the speed of light. Oh, by the way, this thing shook quite terribly..
"Hiick-! I, I forgot, Suzuna, p..please!"
"I KNEW it, ukikk! Pain MAX!"
What a deja-vu, huh.. Sena muttered miserably, trying his best to ignore the sensation traveling through his entire body.
Oh, dear, god. Why must you do this to me?
The neighbors around that house couldn't dare to look out the window due to the immense pity they felt for the owner of such a terrible, terrible scream.
With a movement not unlike zombi, Sena dodged the students who tried to pat him on the back encouragingly, managed to sit down at his desk and became one with that piece of furniture while trying to grasp what his teacher was saying. The school ended in that fashion. That was not the image of 'the ideal student', but Sena could hardly stand, let alone pick up his pencil.
After school had finished, his somewhat recovered body automatically moved to the club. To tell the truth, there was no reason to go down there since the Christmas Bawl had just ended. He could take a rest for once. However, after months of training under certain demon, his body refused to listen to that small logic.
And apparently, it was same for the other members of the team, too.
"It just didn't feel right."
Not quite meeting Sena's eyes, Kuroki replied awkwardly. Looking around, Sena found Kurita and Musashi, too. Only.. they were running toward him with incredible speeds. Don't tell me they are planning to start training this fast?
"What, what's wrong?"
At first, Sena directed his question toward Kurita but looked at Musashi instead as he finished his sentence. Kurita was practically radiating panic. He looked like he would just collapse if someone so much as raised their finger. That blind fear started to creep into Sena's heart, too. What could have happened? He looked into the older man's eyes pleadingly, silently begging him to speak something, anything, fast. After receiving a gaze like that, Musahi looked around the anxious faces of Devilbats and sighed heavily.
"Hiruma.. he's in the hospital."
There was approximately 5 seconds of heavy silence. And then..
"WHAT?"
Everybody started screaming some nonsense noises. According to Musashi, who had just spent about 4 minutes to calm everybody down, he went to the hospital this morning to see his father before going to school. The next room's door was slightly ajar, and he saw familiar blonde head wrapped around with bandages. Apparently, that was because of a car accident. Then he met with Kurita while he ran to the club, trying to tell this very story to his teammates.
After that, all of them simply rushed to the hospital.
AN: So what do you think so far? This is my first fan fic, so please, kindly review after you read. Constructive criticism is welcom.
