Never look down
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Pairings: ? I'm thinking they'll be pretty all over the place in the end
Focus characters: Kongou Agon
Warnings: I dunno what I'm doing very possible ooc, miss spellings, unbetaed, amateur, no football knowledge whatsoever, and possible slash/shounenai/yaoi later on
Summary: Because his pride demanded that trash was always trash and Agon, the closest thing there was to god, never looked down.
Prologue: The step above the rest
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Very few people had ever managed to convince Kongou Agon they weren't trash, when he already decided they were. Everyone was trash if they didn't have talent. If they weren't a genius, if they didn't have superhuman abilities, if they weren't impressive to someone close to a god, like him, all they could be was fucking trash that needed to get out of his way or die.
But there were some people that had surpassed these expectations with pure skill, or tenacity or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. People who through their force of will showed him that others existed in the world worthy of walking along side him. Not that he would ever acknowledge such people as better than the other trash around him. His pride wouldn't accept something like being wrong so easily.
In his lifetime, he had been wrong about three people.
Ikkyuu, someone who he'd met in high school, the other member of the Shinryuuji American football team to be granted entrance into the school through a sports merit scholarship besides himself. Of course he'd thought this guy was trash too when he'd first seen him. He was small, immature and innocent. His dedication pissed Agon off, and his modesty pissed off the other rookies of the team. But something like a dislike of dedication was easily pushed aside by the impressive show Ikkyuu put on for the team. A man who could run the 40 meter dash backwards in 4.9 seconds- who never missed a catch and who had never lost against a receiver whether it be to steal the ball or keep possession.
A guy like that, who could even defeat Agon himself to the ball despite his god-like abilities, was someone he wouldn't have minded playing with. Trash in a world above all the other trash.
As well, Eyeshield 21, Kobayakawa Sena- the runt with nothing but speed. He'd seen him in the trash's second ever match and had thought nothing of him. Trash like that wasn't at a level where anyone of Shinryuuji let alone he would actually have to worry about him. Trash with not talent. The first time he'd actually met the brat too, trying to sweep his legs like an amateur- like he thought Agon wouldn't notice such an obvious attack. The only reason he hadn't massacred that trash was that there was a pretty girl right there and he had a game to get to anyway. But when they'd played against one another, he'd seen something that he had never seen from trash before- he'd seen an improvement of probably twenty times his original expectations within the course of that single game. After defeat, he'd been determined to take the whole team down the next year and he'd watched Sena continue to improve in every game he fought in, waiting for the moment he could put the brat back in his proper place.
It was fascinating for Agon to see a kid like that, some of the lowest trash he'd ever seen trying to take him down grow so much in such a short time. By the time they were playing along side each other in the game against the USA, along with all the other trash that made up the Japan team he was almost relieved he was fighting along side him.
Almost.
It wasn't until the next time that they had battled face to face in the spring tournament of the Kantou regionals, when he had suffered such a complete defeat it wasn't even questionable, that Agon acknowledged Sena as a higher level of trash as well.
By the time the brat was back from his trip to America, Agon had complete faith the only man alive that could possible match Sena was himself. No one else was even close to the same level.
The last- no the very first man to ever gain even a shred of respect from Agon, was Hiruma Youichi. Hiruma was a piece of trash with no abilities whatsoever. He was a weed that could be blown away in the wind when they'd first met, and by the time they were adversaries instead of allies in mischief, he was at best an average piece of trash that was neither fast nor strong. The only thing that fucking slimy piece of trash had going for him was his brain. A guy who Agon wasn't even able to read, not completely anyway, the best he could do was be aware of what Hiruma wanted him to see, and know that that wasn't what the spiky haired trash was actually thinking. That was better than normal trash could even recognize. He'd watched Hiruma since middle school, watched him evolve from the weed who could only sit back and rely on Agon to do the dirty work, to the trash that was considered the best fucking quarterback in Japan. The only real adversary Agon truly felt he had, the one battle with him to prove that trash could never beat true talent was one he had been fighting since the moment he began playing American football. And thanks to the slimy trash himself, he still wasn't finished fighting that battle.
Of course, Agon would never consider trash to be something other than it was- talentless pieces of shit that could never measure up. But of all the trash out there, Hiruma had stepped above as well, to that higher level of trash that Agon could even try to respect. He had been the first.
And for a long time, he'd been positive that Hiruma, the person given the special name 'slimy trash' for his special place a little above all the other pieces for trash, would be the only one Agon ever met that would reach that level of expectation. For a long time Hiruma had been the only person Agon respected. He might even have been fond of the trash once upon a time.
But that was something Agon would never say aloud.
Because his pride demanded that trash was always trash and Agon, the closest thing there was to god, never looked down.
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A little something I'm doing to get it off my chest. There really isn't enough of this fandom out there, and I need a way to pass the time.
I hope someone enjoys this, and the chapters following will likely be longer. A warning that I don't know how long this will keep going of when updates will come.
Constructive criticism, or feedback of any kind is welcome as well as suggestions- though not much of the concept I have in mind can be seen in this chapter.