A Day of Training
(Eyeshield 21 one-shot)
The brunette felt his leg muscles burn and his breathing increase. He turned sharply, keeping to his path.
Hiruma's order ran through his mind, "Chase each other!"
Sena re-voiced the quarterback's words another time, trying to occupy himself. He figured that thinking about other things would lessen the pain in his legs. He'd been running with Shin for about an hour now. And I'm growing exhausted by the minute! His head lowered a little at the thought. B-but I can't slow down! Not with Shin chasing after me! I have to try my best! Sena tipped to the side, almost losing balance. I sounded like a little kid just now! 'Not with Shin chasing after me!' I think Mamori might be rubbing off on me... Or maybe Suzuna? Sena became entranced in his thoughts, not realizing that he started to sped up and then slow down... sped up and then slow down.
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Shin Seijuro watched his rival from the back, wondering why he was acting so peculiar today. He saw short running back's head lower then shoot up again. Next, the boy almost toppled over and Shin reached out, mixing in his stretch with his famous Trident Tackle to save him but stopped short when Sena regained his balance. And after another ten minutes, the brunette began to change his speed. Hmmm, thought Shin, his eyebrow lifting at the situation.
Due to his rival's strange pace, Sena was now behind him. I don't think this is correct, Shin thought, halting abruptly.
He blinked, not moving an inch when Sena crashed into him a few seconds later.
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Sena painfully rubbed his nose while taking a few steps back. Turns out running into his idol, Shin, was just as he imagined it'd be. Like running into a brick wall, Sena thought, wincing. " Eyeshield, are you all right?" Shin said, stopping and turning around to look at him. "Eh?" Sena said, a surprised expression on his face. "Why do you ask?" "You've been constantly changing your speed from fast to slow. And you almost tripped," Shin pointed out. "R-really?!" Sena said, his eyes widening a little more. "Yes." "Oh... I-I'm sorry. I didn't notice! But I-I'm fine really-" "Fucking shrimp!"
Sena's sentence was cut off when caught sight of Hiruma just a couple feet away, going ninety in his oxygen capsule in his direction. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Start running!" Hiruma shouted. "Ack!" Sena straightened up his back, hoping that that was enough to evade the vehicle heading his way. He clamped his eyes shut but soon opened them when he felt his feet rise off the ground.
"S-Shin?!" Sena said, his hands gripping onto Shin's shirt to stop himself from falling off his shoulder. Shin stayed silent and watched Hiruma whizz on by. Hiruma did a sharp turn and opened his mouth to curse again.
"Hiruma! The orders for the new jerseys is being delayed until next week!" Mamori called walking onto the field. Hiruma faced her way, growling, "What was that?!" Sena sighed, relaxing in Shin's grip for a moment. I repeat, "for a moment."
Hiruma whipped towards them again. Eep! Sena's head shot up and his body tensed. "When I come back, you'd better be fucking running!" he threatened before making his way to Mamori.
Sena went limp on Shin's shoulder. Thank goodness for Mamori, Sena thought, making a mental note to buy her some cream puffs later.
"Eyeshield..." Shin said, bringing Sena back to earth. "Ah! W-what is it, Shin?" Sena asked. "You can let go of my shirt now," Shin said. "Ack!" Sena immediately let go of Shin's jersery, noticing that Shin had been trying to pry him off for a while now.
A/N: A random one-shot that I came up with! Slight SenaxShin? *taps chin thoughtfully* ... I'm thinking about adding more chapters, too.
(Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21.)