Ok. Hey peoples. :] This is the redo of my Eyeshield 21 fanfiction. It follows the actual story line now, and hopefully will make more sense later on. I'll say right now, that the updating will be erratic, unfortunately I'm rather busy and often have writers block. D: But for now, enjoy~!
Stepping out of the loading gate from her flight from America to Japan, Bri Dietrich looked at the signs written in Japanese and let out a sigh of relief. Pulling her blonde hair back into a pony tail, she went to collect her luggage. On the way to the baggage claim, the lanky girl stopped to check the state of her hair in a reflective window. Her critical jade eyes surveyed the damage.
Ugh. Nice hair, Bri. Really working the 'Yes I did just sleep for fourteen hours on a plane' look.
Pulling out her brush she combed through her bangs, fixing the ends so the red tips weren't as mussed. Then she noticed the people on the other side of the window staring. Flushing, she stuffed her brush into her bag and quickly walked away.
Well. You have been back in Japan for the first time in two years and you've already made a fool of yourself. Wonderful.
"Ugh. I hate unpacking . . ."
Bri's apartment was covered in boxes. Some were unpacked, some unopened and others just look like they exploded. And sitting in the middle of it all was a very frustrated, cleaning challenged teenager.
From underneath a pile of cloths an alarm went off. "Shit! I'm gonna be late!" She dug through the pile of cloths to find the alarm so she could turn the incessant beeping OFF. Finally she found it, making more of a mess then there already was, and slammed the 'off' button. Grabbing the keys to her house and her phone Bri ran to get out her door, tripping on boxes on her way, and went to catch her train to get to Deimon High.
Let's see . . . What number was I again?
Rummaging through the pockets of her jeans and zip up hoodie, she finally found the slip of paper with her exam number on it.
That's right! Ju-shi! 14!
She made her way to the board with the accepted applicants' names on them, having to squeeze through some narrow openings and even having to push one obnoxious boy out of the way.
Well, it's good to know the guys are still the same even on the other side of the world.
Sighing internally, she scanned the board looking for her number. Finding it, she let out a
real sigh of relief.
Not really a surprise but it would have sucked if I hadn't gotten in. Well I guess I'd better get home and finish unpacking. Joy.
Just as she turned to leave, something caught her eye; or more specifically, someone. That someone being Hiruma Yoichi, her best friend that she had unfortunately lost touch with when her parents forced her to come back to the US for high school.
Oh my gosh, he's such a creeper.
She was referring to how he was positioned. He was hiding behind a wall, peering out the side at a small brown haired boy. Instead of intervening, she chose to watch whatever he was up too. It had been WAY to long since the last time she had seen the familiar sight of one of his schemes being carried out.
Just as she thought this, Hiruma and another rather rotund boy who she recognized as Kurita, ran at the small boy and tossed him in the air. Her eyes widened a little as she watched the scene unfold. Hiruma then pulled out a phone, let the boy use it for all of ten seconds and then grab it only to dash away, Kurita close behind.
Laughing, she jogged up to Hiruma, as he was stalking off to his next victim. She playfully punched him in the shoulder and said, "Hey, Yoichi! Long time no see!"
He whirled around, clearly intent to see who dared punch him and use his first name. However, once his eyes locked with Bri's, something clicked in his memory.
"Bri?"
Beaming she said, "Yep! The one and only."
Kurita soon realized he was no longer with Hiruma and started back. When he saw Bri, he charged at her and swung her up into a huge bone crushing hug.
"BRIIIII! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU! I never thought I'd see you again!"
"Yeah, I thought your parents were intent on keeping you in America for high school?"
Hiruma skeptically eyed Bri as Kurita set her down, leaving the girl gasping for breath and massaging her ribs. The memory of why she had left America flashed across her mind painfully, her expression showing it for a split second. She pushed it to the recesses of her mind and recited the line she had fabricated on the plane ride here. Simply she said,
"My Oka-san changed her mind and decided an education over here was more beneficial for me."
The partial lie seemed to pass off for truth, because Hiruma shrugged his shoulders and blew a bubble with his gum.
However, he did see the flash, simply choosing to address it later.
"But you would have known that if you hadn't broken your phone only a couple of months after I left. Baka."
She flicked him on the forehead as she said this, generating an audible gasp from the crowd that had gathered at the strange sight of a girl willingly talking to the demonic highschooler. Popping another gum bubble, he said, "Yeah well, whatever. Can't be helped."
Turning his attention to Kurita, he switched his attitude drastically from the neutral one he had while talking to Bri to his trademarked demonic one. "Hey, fucking fatass! There are still recruits out there. Get moving. I'll be with you in a minute. C'mon, fucking American."
Kurita took off on his new mission, and Bri, laughing, jogged once again to catch up to Hiruma who had already started walking. "Still using those nicknames then?" This guy hasn't changed one bit Bri thought.
"Eh. He's a fucking fatass, you're a fucking American. No way around it." He cracked a grin as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"So what are the posters for?" Bri asked casually, trying to hide her curiosity, as they walked through the crowd together. She noticed that the crowds no longer seemed to be a problem. They all parted ways to make sure there was plenty of room for the two of them.
Hiruma glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
"An American football club; I told you I was starting one right before I broke my phone."
"Oh, so that's what those are for? And I still can't believe you broke it. I would have expected you to at least remember my number, dummy."
Bri noticed the frightened stares from the surrounding people, as well as the parting of the way effect and said, "Glad to see you still have that reputation of yours in high school. How's the threat notebook coming along?"
A glint appeared in Hiruma's eyes that would scare most people away, but one Bri was accustomed to seeing, he said,
"Fantastically; I've made this whole school into my personal slaves." Laughing his signature laugh Bri shook her head in exasperation.
"Well to tell you the truth I wasn't really expecting anything else." She laughed. "You know . . . I continued on with football in America after I left. I've improved quite a bit."
Hiruma stopped walking and looked at her, unable to believe that this slight girl could survive on the field. "Really."
"Really!" Bri said smiling brightly, having to back track a little because Hiruma had stopped so suddenly. "And you, ya know, seem to be short on members seeing as you're going through such desperate attempts to recruit so . . ."
Hiruma continued looking at her, face expressionless. "What. You wanna try out or something?"
"Actually, yeah! Can I?"
Hiruma blinked a few times, not expecting that response.
"I can't send you onto the field. Not in a real game. You would get destroyed. This isn't middle school anymore, with teams filled with little kids who were unwilling to tackle a girl. These guys wouldn't care. You'd get taken down."
"You don't need to be concerned about my safety, you know. I can handle myself just fine." Bri said stubbornly.
Hiruma looked warily at the obstinate blonde. "You really play?"
As he was saying this, his eyes studied her. For the first time he noticed she was at eye level with him. When did she get to be as tall as me?
"Yes, I do." She said, annoyed. "I forced my high school sports administrator to let me have a try out. Took a leaf out of your book on that one, actually. I got on the second string team as a freshman. Sure, we were a bit desperate, but still. I beat out guys two and three years older than me, not to mention my entire grade of guys."
Thinking about it for a little Hiruma asked,
"What was your position?"
"Quarterback, number 41."
"Well the position of quarterback is already taken so looks like you're outta luck."
Bri glared at her friend.
"I can play other positions! Please, let me try out, Yoichi." She switched her facial expression from glare to pleading, hoping the change would sway her long time friend.
It did.
Popping another bubble, he studied her face for a moment.
Dammit. I can't say no to her.
"Fine. There's a field in the back of the school. Meet me and the fucking fatty there in a few hours."
Bri's face lit up with a huge smile, radiating joy.
"Yay! Thank you Yoichi!" She jumped on him, giving him a hug.
"Yeah whatever, get off." Laughing Bri got off him and started back to her apartment to get ready for the try out.
"See you then, fucking hair gel!" She turned back around to continue home she wondered, Was he . . . blushing? Shaking the thought off, she set her mind to the task ahead, getting onto the Deimon football team, and lead by who was sure to be a tougher coach then her last one.
Oh dear. What have I gotten myself into?
Ta da! First chapter, revised. :] Review please, I know my grammar isn't the greatest. I only have Microsoft Word for correcting, so I'm sorry. T_T Please bear with me.