I don't own Eyeshield 21
By: Inuyasha'sReincarnation
Summery: When Nick Warren's has to move to Japan, he believes his HS Football career is over, but luck has it he lands a Deimon. But what can one player do for a team, and can he help these flightless bats get to the Christmas Bowl. RnR. Open to suggestions and negative reviews
(AN notes)
'Thinking'
"Talking"
Chapter 1
"Damn it, Dad," a tall teenager mumbled to himself as he walked through the halls of Deimon High, "Couldn't you have waited until the end of May to move over here. Now I got to completely restart tenth grade."
The teen's misery was the result of his father getting a new job at a company opening up in Tokyo, and since his father was a high up in the US version of the company who better to help and control the new one.
In truth it was not even the fact that they moved before the end of the year allowing him to move on. It was the fact they moved to Japan. "Bet they don't even know what real football is," he said angrily, "I might just have to do Sumo to keep in shape."
After a few moments of walking and self-pity, the teen reached the door of the main office. He quickly entered like he owned the place and strode up to the desk. After slapping a piece of paper down and earning a stern glade from the aging secretary the teen stood there waiting to be told what class he to report to.
Without saying a word the secretary grabbed the paper and started pushing buttons on the computer in from of her. As she typed the teen looked around the small office not noticing anything special about it except for a giant poster on the wall right outside the principle's office. The teen cocked his eyebrow looking at it.
The poster was colored red and black with Japanese writing covering it. With his limited knowledge of the writing, the teen could only make out a few words such as 'join', 'Christmas', and 'bowl.' But what really caught his attention was a helmet, football, and a picture of a running back donning the poster.
Luckily for the teen he knew Japanese from a few friends back in the states, he was not fluent yet but he could get what needed to be said, said. Looking back at the short secretary, he spoke up, "What's with the poster?" Jerking his thumb towards it.
The old lady looked at it then back at the big teen. "It's for the American football club we have," the teens eyes widened at hearing this. "Mr. Kobashi is forced to put it up for… personal reasons."
"American football?" the teen asked in disbelief, "Really?"
"Yes," she answered returning to her computer, "They just won their first game if I'm not mistaken, and are…"
"Were do I sign up!" the teen about yelled interrupting the secretary.
The lady glared at him as she picked up a few papers that she printed off and handed them to him. "Take these to your homeroom teacher in room 1-2, and everything else should be fine."
The teen took the papers and stuffed them into his bag. "Yes, but about the club?"
"Just follow the map on the poster."
Quickly looking at the poster again, the teen noticed in the bottom corner there was a small crudely drawn map trying to show directions. But if you had no idea about the school you would not know where to go. An animated sweat drop appeared on the teen's head as he stared at the map. Knowing the map was no help and that the old lady did not look like she was going to help anymore, the teen gave her a quick thanks and exited the office.
The teen walked along the hall quietly trying to find his homeroom. While walking his mind was not on where he was suppose to be but that poster. 'Do they really have a team? What if they already have a full roster or won't let me join cause I wasn't there for the first game?' "Damn all this thinking is giving me a headache," the teen said putting his forehead into the palm of his hand then running his hand through his shaggy brown hair.
While talking to himself the teen almost missed the door he was meant to enter. Quickly regrouping himself, the teen knocked loudly on the door and entered the class without waiting for a reply. Taking the paper back out of his bag he handed them to the shocked teacher. As the teacher read over the papers, the teen scanned over the class. Many of the students were looking him over, especially the girls in the class.
He then saw three of the students that looked like they were trouble. One was a short hair blonde with a scar on his face looking like he wanted to fight someone. The next was a long black haired thug with the same scowl on his face as the first one. And the third one, with long blonde hair that seamed to stand on end, even with his nose buried into a graphic novel, still had a look of not to try to mess with him.
Glancing over the rest of the class no one else caught his attention except a small boy sitting in the back of the class. The boy looked like he was trying to hide where he was from the teens view. The small boy hand a head full of dark brown hair that stood up in a unique pattern and wore a uniform that was just a little to big for him at the moment. If the teen had to guess, he would say the boy's mother got him the uniform hoping he would grow into it.
"Alright," the teacher said snapping the teen out of his thoughts, "everything looks set. So why don't you introduce yourself and tell something about yourself"
Giving a slight nod the teen looked out amongst the class. "Greetings, my name is Nick Warren. I just moved here from the United State due to my father getting a promotion. Hope we can all get along." The teen smiled and gave a slight bow to the class before looking back at the teacher.
The teacher instructed Nick to take a seat so they could begin class. Nick quickly walked to the back of the class and taking an open seat next to the small kid he saw earlier. Looking over at the small kid, Nick stuck his hand out to him. "Hello, I'm Nick as I just said up there."
The small kid took a second before placing his hand into the much bigger hand of Nick's. "I'm Sena," the small boy quietly said.
Nick smiled brightly and gave Sena a firm handshake before letting go. "Good to meet you, Sena."
As the teacher gave his lecture, Nick zoned in and out of listening as he drew in his notebook. What he was drawing caught the interest of Sena, as what Nick was drawing up many football plays as they entered his head. Most of the plays he came up with were on the defensive side of the ball.
"Those are for football, right?" Sena speaking up gave Nick a scare not expecting it from the buy.
"Yes, they are. Do you know Football?"
Sena nodded his head. "Yes I'm the Runn…um.. I'm the manager, just the manager," Sena replied with a nerveless laugh.
Nick completely missed the laugh as he was too excited that he fond someone to help him get onto the team. "Great! Where can I sign up to play?"
"Well… you would have to talk with Hiruma." As soon as the name let his mouth everyone in hearing distance in the room froze and seemed to be scared to death. Their actions did not go unnoticed by Nick. 'Why do I think I won't like meeting this Hiruma guy?'
The rest of the day passes without much incident for Nick. As he walked quietly towards the club house, that he got directions for from Sena, other students could not help but see a slight hop in his step. Though out the walk Nick could not help but think how lucky he was to transfer into a Japanese school that had a football team, even if it was call a club over here.
After a minute of walking he caught sight of Sena walking ahead of him. Sena was not paying attention to things around him as he was scribbling down notes into a notebook. Calling out to the smaller boy, Nick picked up his pace until he caught up. "Hey, headin' to the club room?"
"Yes, I have to find a new schedule," Sena replied holding up a burnt piece of paper, "All I know is the know is our next game is against the Ojo White Knights."
"The White Knights, huh? You guys got any notes on them?"
Sena shook his head, "Not really, just what I know." Sena handed Nick the notebook that was in his hand.
"Hmm…strong, white, distance, and scary," Nick replied reading out of the notebook, "Doesn't really tell me much about them. You know anything else?"
"Only that and Hiruma say that they lost to them last year in a practice match 99 to nothing."
"Eek, that sucks. Well that at least means we can give them a shock due to them underestimating us."
The rest of the walk the two talked quietly about the team. Nick found out that the team only had three true members, Hiruma, the quarterback and safety for the team, who also acted as coach for them. Kurita, the center and nose tackle, and Eyeshield 21, running back, at the moment and two managers, Sena and Mamori.
"So, where do I get my jersey?" Nick asked as they got to the club house, "There's a number I want."
"Inside, but it's a mess. I don't think we could find anything in there."
"Great," was the sarcastic reply, "Guess I get dig around for it."
Sena opened the door and started inside with Nick beside him. Both of them stopped and stared as the room literally glowed from how clean it was. "Whoa," three voices committed as they saw the room.
Hearing the third voice Nick turned and saw a massive body behind him. The figure stood a few inches taller, and way wider, than Nick. The figure has countless bags of snacks hanging off his arm, and not even flinching at the weight. But what caught Nick the most was his head was shaped like a chestnut. 'How'd he sneak up behind us?' Nick thought.
"Oh, hi guys, just thought I'd clean up a little," a feminine voice said interrupting his thoughts. Turning back to the voice, Nick took notice of the girl, who was still cleaning. "If you don't like it, I remember where everything was, I can but it back."
The figure behind Nick pushed forward, saying it was fine and started setting the table full of snacks. Looking over the snacks one caught his eye. "Um…is that a coconut cream pie?"
The massive figure, who had been identified as Kurita, looked up, "Yes, I didn't know what people wanted so I got one of everything." Kurita's eyes widened as he realized it was someone new in the room. "Are you here to join?" the lineman asked with hope in his voice.
"Yes, I am. Now about the pie…" Nick didn't get to finish as Kurita grabbed him in a bear hug and started squeezing the life out of him, crying about a new member.
"Kurita, you might want to let go, or we might lose him," Mamori spoke up seeing Nick's struggle. Kurita quickly released him and started apologizing. Once Nick caught his breath he said it was fine.
"Now, back to the pie…"
"Yes! Yes! Eat! Their for celebrating the new members," Kurita replied happily and before he finished both Nick and Mamori had dug into the pie and a cream puff respectively. It didn't take long before the Kurita to join in with Sena following after. The four at and made small talk, with Nick getting introduced to other two.
"Oh, so your all here." Was the only warning they got before the table was violently kicked, sending the food flying. Nick watched as Sena and Mamori ducked for cove and Kurita acted like it happened all the time.
Nick looked at the new person and sized him up. Tall, blonde hair, and pointed ears. 'And with how he acts of owning the place…must be the QB.' "You know your lucky that I was finished that pie," Nick calmly stated catching the quarterback's attention. The answer to he statement was a shotgun barrel shoved into his face.
With pump of the shotgun, Hiruma asked, "And just who the hell are you?"
"He's a new player," Kurita spoke happily, "His name is Nick Warren from America."
"Really now?" Hiruma said with an evil grin, "So, ya damn foreigner, what position?"
"Defensive end," Nick replied leaning back in his chair kicking his feet up on the table, "and you'd be scarier if ya took the safety."
Hiruma flipped the gun back and rested it on his shoulder. "Mmmm, I think I'm gonna like you," He spoke before turning back to the rest and quickly setting up the table with small wooden figurines, "Now for the game plan for Ojo." Grabbing the Eyeshield figurine, he swiped it across the board. "All we're gonna do is run it down their throats the whole damn day."
"Even on 3rd 'n long?"
"Wouldn't matter no one can catch."
Sena held a look of confusion as the two talked, and after a minute of silence asked about what they were talking about. Mamori handed him a book, saying just to read it and that she finished it last night.
"Ha, as if you could learn it all in one night," Hiruma said.
"I did so."
The two faced each other and quickly set a bet between them. Kurita asked Nick if he wanted to help teach Sena the rules.
"No thanks, I think this is gonna be good," Nick said then pointing towards the other two. Hiruma staring down the sights of his gun and Mamori holding a broom like a sword the broom head towards Hiruma, "Just wish I had some popcorn."
Nick could not help but laugh as he watch Hiruma failing against Mamori, and would have kept laughing if it was not for a bullet grazing by his head. "Damn Foreigner, get you're jersey. Time for practice."
"Sure, but where do I get it?"
"Ask the damn secretary," he said walking out of the room ignoring Mamori's cry about the last question, "Pipsqueak, Fatty, come with me." Kurita and Sena followed the quarterback without question.
Once she calmed down, Mamori opened one of the closets and showed Nick were the jerseys were. Quickly rummaging though the pile, Nick found the number he wanted.
"Perfect." Nick said holding up the jersey. The blood red jersey hung in his hands with 93 in white block letters. Throwing off the school issued jacket and buttoned down shirt and tie, Nick through on the jersey over the skin tight under shirt he had on under his cloths.
Looking back at Mamori, who had a light blush on her face, Nick asked, "Y know a place I could get shorts?"
Mamori pointed to a drawer and squeaked out a 'there' before stepping out of the club house. Nick changed into a pair of shorts and left is cloths, as he walked out, hoping Mamori didn't leave, because he had no idea of where he was to go. Luckily for him Mamori was still out side.
"Alright, ready."
"Good, Hiruma said that today their just lifting cause of yesterday's game."
"Cool, fine by me," Nick replied, "So lead the way."
It did not take long for the two to make it to the weight room. The room was relatively small with only a few different stations and not very much in free weights. One the lone bench in the room, Sena was seemingly pinned beneath the bar, as Kurita quickly picked it off him. Mamori shot over to Sena checking him over like a mother hen.
As the rest of the team took their turns maxing out on the bench, Nick warned up curling a 20kg dumbbell. As Kurita went, Nick could not help but be impressed. 'With a lineman that strong, no wonder we want to run.'
Realizing it was his turn, Nick walked up the bench. Grabbing a few of the weight Kurita left, Nick pulled them off. "Take it down to 295 pounds." Nick commanded to Kurita who was helping on the other side. Kurita gave a look of confusion at Nick's command.
"He means 135 kilograms," Mamori spoke up seeing the confusion.
After that the two quickly got the bar set, Nick laid down on the bench. Placing his hands on the bar he lifted it off the rack and held it in the air for a moment. Lowering the bar slowly until it touched his chest, Nick then push hard upward. Breathing out as he push Nick managed to fuller extend his arms and rack the bar.
Sitting up on the bench and panting a bit, Nick smiled, "Haven't done that in awhile."
"Ya ha, those damn knights won't know what hit them," Hiruma stated.
Nick smiled as he looked at the other four in the room. 'This could be fun.'
To Be Continued….
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