Yet another new story from me, huh? Well I've been aching to write a new Eyeshield fanfic for a while now.... I promise this one is better than my Musashi one... This one is Tetsuma-centric, and AU. Um... Please R&E(Read and Enjoy)! :) I really like the idea of this story, and I hope you do, too.

Steady your hand. Keep your eye on the target. Wait until it is in an immobile position. Ready… ready… Almost… NOW!

A shot echoed through the air, and Tetsuma ducked, quickly stuffing his sniper rifle into his briefcase. As he zipped it up, the sound of shattering glass and screaming reached his ears. Ten seconds.

He ran to the other end of the rooftop, jumping onto the top of a neighboring apartment building. There he jumped from the rooftop to the fire escape, climbing down several flights before leaping over the railing and into a pile of garbage bags below. All done in ten seconds.

From there, Tetsuma nonchalantly dusted himself off and walked out from the alley onto the sidewalk, briefcase in hand—not forgetting to pick up an emptied Starbucks coffee cup from the trash pile before doing so. At that point on, he would appear a completely normal businessman returning to work from his lunch break. And certainly nothing like a hit man who just shot a bullet into the back the head of Japan's Secretary of Defense.

He entered a black sedan, so normally it was as if he was just getting into a taxi. Obviously, it wasn't a taxi. He didn't even know where the stranger driving him was going to take him. It was just part of the mission.

The sedan stopped in front of an art gallery, and Tetsuma walked out and entered the building. It was perfectly normal—he was just a man entering an art gallery featuring works that piqued his interest. Upon entering, he then walked to the back of the gallery, and through a door that had a sign saying "Faculty Restroom", but past those doors was anything but a bathroom.

He walked down a flight of stairs leading to the room beneath, where two security guards stood in front of a large wooden door. They bowed slightly to Tetsuma, and took his briefcase and coffee cup, then allowing him to enter.

Dim, multi-colored lights illuminated room within, creating the feeling of being inside a nightclub. The club music being played didn't change that feeling whatsoever. As soon as he entered, he was greeted by his closest and best friend, Kid. That wasn't his real name, but he preferred to be called that.

"Job's done already, huh? I'm telling you, nothing's good going to come from assassinating the Secretary of Defense…" He lowered the fedora he always wore, covering his eyes. He glanced quickly over his shoulder. "Looks like the boss is waiting for you to report back. Well, maybe this time he'll have us team up again, right?" Tetsuma nodded. They were invincible together, after all. Tetsuma looked down at Kid's broken arm.

Mostly, anyway. Kid patted him on the shoulder and then walked to the bar, lowering his hat again.

Tetsuma walked past other hit men seated on couches who were enjoying the booze and gorgeous women that kept them company; some of the men of whom he was familiar with, some he'd never seen in his life. In the back of the room, seated on the most comfortable couch and surrounded by the most women, was Tetsuma's boss.

As Tetsuma approached, his boss noticed him waved the women away. He sat up and grinned at Tetsuma, signaling for him to be seated. Tetsuma quickly complied.

"Good job, you finished the job right on time!" Although the Doc, as all the hit men called him, smiled widely, but his eyes glared in the direction of the bar. Tetsuma suddenly felt uneasy but nodded, nonetheless. The Doc, now directing his full attention toward Tetsuma, looked serious. He took off the sunglasses he always wore, staring straight at the hit man.

"You're probably wondering what your next job is." Tetsuma nodded. "Let me just clarify this first. You have complete loyalty to the Gunmen, don't you?" He hesitated. "Yes?" Finally, he nodded. "Good," the Doc smiled. "So the Gunmen come first, you got that?" Another nod. Tetsuma didn't like the look on his boss's face.

"Come closer." Tetsuma moved his head in closer. "I need you to kill another Gunman." Tetsuma's eyes widened, but he nodded to what the Doc whispered into his ear.

"You know who I'm talking about. Kid." Tetsuma wanted to punch the man right there.

"Ever since getting messed up from that mission—you know the one, when he was supposed to take out that rival leader Marco?" Tetsuma nodded.

"But since he got his arm broken by that bastard bodyguard, Gaou, he's been useless. I'm not blaming you not being able to stop the guy, but…" The Doc shook his head. "I thought Kid was better than that.

"Anyway." The Doc continued. "You have a week to kill him."

Tetsuma moved back, resting his back against a leather cushion. He nodded. And he'd never felt an urge to kill quite as strong as when the stout man before him sat back, smiling evilly in the direction of the bar.

Erm, I hope you liked the story! I also hope everyone understands who the Doc is, by the way, I think he might've been TOO OOC. I hope nobody else was OOC, though. Uhh. Please leave any necessary constructive criticism, or just review if you liked it. Not that you have to. Thanks for reading, please look forward to the rest! (This chapter was a bit rushed due to my eagerness, sorry if you felt it was too lacking!)