Headphones 21
Genre: Romance, Humor, Adventure
Summary: Sena's gotten himself hooked into signing his life away in the devil's contract aka a music contract! Why, because he wanted to be close to someone he admires, but… he didn't expect to become a secretary to the DEVIL himself, nor did he expect to sing while X DRESSING! Then surprise surprise he has another job… thanks to his acrobatic act he's now a spy all under the name TWENTY ONE!
Disclaimer: Eyeshield 21 © Inagaki Riichiro and Murata Yusuke
Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
KH: (This is a note for people who usually wait for my other stories.)
Um, let me just say, I wrote this a long time ago, so it's not like I'm not writing Sena's life or Speak Your Mind, I just felt like posting something! If not I'll feel dirty! Why, I've been cramming and gorging on tacos…
So enjoy this, I'm not sure if I should continue or not… but I have the first three chapters done… about two months ago…
Chapter 1: Dream come true
(All of this is said in Japanese)
"Hm, hm~ hm, hm, hm~ I haven't checked my email in a long time huh…?" A boy in a striped grey and blue jacket, with a cup of instant ramen in his left hand, thought aloud as opened a door to a darken room. Flipping on the light switch he entered the small room with only a desk, a computer, and a bookcase in it; probably once a closet made into a make shift computer room…
"Let's see, password… what was it again…?" he thought as he pressed his finger against his lip, that's when something rubbed against his leg, he looked down.
Nya
"Pitt? That's right, it's Pitt, good girl Pitt" he petted her, she ogled the cup…
"Huh, oh no, no, this is mine. You already ate, besides it's spicy" he lectured his cat, but she just sat there and stared at him as he typed in the password. While he waited for the screen to pop up, he used his chopsticks to slurp the noodles that floated in the lava colored liquid…
"Okay, let's see… Oh… there's only two e-mails… it's so depressing how I only have a few friends… and two are faraway, so the only way I talk to them is by e-mail. Why can't I make more friends, huh Pitt?" he asked as he slurped his noodles again almost teary-eyed.
"Mm…*chew* let's read this Shin-san's first…*swallow* though how did she ever use a computer without breaking it is beyond me…" he smiled remembering Shin, a short black haired stoic girl, as she held a game-boy and then moments later completely destroying it with one snap.
'Kobayakawa-san, how are you? I'm having Sakuraba write this… I'm doing fine; I sent you a copy of the CD our company produced… I hope you got it, sincerely Shin Seiko'
"Ah, so that's how…" though he was happy she sent him emails, he didn't like the fact she was so close to her co-worker… "Oh there's more. P. S: don't eat only ramen…" he looked down at the empty cup in his hand… "Ugh, too late for that… well it's good to hear she's doing well, huh Pitt?" he looked down at his cat who's is now curled up and napping.
"Yoshi (pronounced Yosh, meaning: Alright)" he got up to throw the cup away, his hair fluttered as he walked, and he started to reminisce…
(FLASHBACK!)
Two thirteen year old boys walked up to a young Sena "Oi Sena"
"Hm?" the nine year old turned around; they were a good foot taller.
"You know, you look like Tsunade", the short straight black haired and black eyed one stated…
"…W-what?" Sena asked confused, his brown hair was spiky but long and straight in the back which he tied into two ponytails…
"Minus the big boobs, of course" the brunette with the black eyes stated and grinned.
"… That… doesn't make me any better…" Sena lamented, wanting to cry, but held back the tears for pride sake, the other boys shrugged.
"Leave Sena alone! He's just keeping it long for Shin" a fourteen year old girl with short red hair and blue eyes shouted.
"Ah Anezaki, oh right, that short haired kick boxing girl who moved to America in the third grade" the short black haired thought out loud.
"Ah right, so what Sena, you like her or something, is that why you're keeping your hair long?" the brunette asked towering over the boy.
"N-no" Sena blushed.
"Shin-chan couldn't keep her hair long, it got in the way when she kick boxed… so Sena promised to keep his hair long in her stead, isn't he sweet?" Anezaki smiled at Sena as she patted his head.
"Yeah, he's adorable" they snickered.
"What a sissy" they laughed as they left,
"Hey, he's not a-" Mamori looked over at Sena who was crying softly to himself…
"Sena are you okay, are you hurt anywhere?"
'My pride…' he cried even more as Mamori babied him…
(FLASHBACK OVER)
'Just thinking about it…' a tear slipped past his defense… he quickly wiped it away with both hands, "No more crying, I'm a man now!" he puffed out his chest and stomped back with his ponytails fluttering behind him…
Once more he sat down on his swivel chair and clicked open the other email
"Dear Sena, I hope you've stopped crying, I mean you are nineteen now…"
'It's like they're here!' his eyes widened as he looked around 'Or… am I just that predictable…? *sigh*' he thought solemnly to himself (depressed).
"I'm just joking. Hahaha" he continued reading…
"It didn't sound like a joke…" he muttered to himself pouting…
"Well it's been four years since we've seen each other, hasn't it? I was wondering if you're still interested in the music industry?"
'Of course!' he looked over at the bookcase it was filled to the ceiling with CDs from different artists from different countries, but most were Shin's…
'Sigh… that's where all my allowance went, but I can't help it!' he mental yelled as he shook a fist in the air.
"Her voice… it's so …beautiful" Sena smiled softly to himself "If only… I could… tell her…" he wanted to cry for his stupidity.
"She's an international star now, I'd never be able to see her…" he tilted his head back on his chair, staring up at the ceiling and he closed his eyes for a moment to take in a breath. The last he had seen her was when he was four and back then he didn't even know he had liked her…because he was so young… but as the years went on the more he wrote to her and the more he listened to her voice, the more he fell in love… now he is smitten…
"And telling her in an email is just not the same…" he pouted, he wanted to speak to her face to face!
"Ah speaking of emails, I haven't finish reading Mamori-neechan's yet"
"Okay, where was I… oh right here… w-what? Oh-Oh my god, of course! YOSHA!" he jumped up and hit his knee on the desk.
"O-Ow… I-I have to tell the folks!" he ran out of the room screaming and limping "I'm going to America!"
Pitt watched her master run out screaming like a lunatic, she jumped up to the desk and stared at the screen as though she could read it… (She couldn't but we can!)
'Sena, how would you like to come to America and work with me, the music company is hiring, and well it's not much of a paycheck, but you'll get to meet many stars and singers. You might even get to see Shin-chan again, think about and reply as soon as possible, sincerely Mamori'
That's when a ping sound made Pitt jump, clicking the mouse accidentally as she jumped off the desk. The new email clicked open.
'Sena! About that offer, there's a new boss who took over… I'll warn you if you come, don't do anything to upset the new boss, if you do, well I'll try my best to protect you, but be careful around him… he's evil! So consider it wisely before deciding…' Pitt who glared at the computer on the desk slowly crept back up and clicked the mouse again because she like the sound and closed the email. Sena came back into the room after calming down,
"I forgot to turn this off, well I better get packing, hehehe America, I can't wait to share my ideas" Sena smiled brightly (Oh boy…)
Later that night…
Sena was skimming through his notebook looking at the lyrics he had come up with through the years, he laughed at some of the childish ones as he held the phone to his ear.
"H-hello, Mamori-neechan?" someone had picked up on the other end of the line,
"Sena?" Mamori sounded surprised.
"Yes it's-it's me, um I read your email this morning" Sena looked back and forth between the wall and the floor.
"Oh you did… well if you don't want to come, I understand-" Mamori was cut off,
"What, no, I want to take the job, um is that okay?" he asked hugging his notebook and talking at the phone. He placed the phone back to his ear.
"Are you sure?" Mamori asked questioning.
"Yes, nothing will stop me from my dreams!" Sena stated happily, and then blushed for actually saying something so cheesy.
"Sena… you've- you've grown up haven't you, you're not that once scared little boy anymore" she giggled.
"Oh, t-thanks" Sena blushed even more for getting complemented scratching the back of his head.
"Okay, when you get here, go to…" Sena took out a pen from the desk, which the telephone sat on.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh" he jotted it down on the notebook.
"Be here by the end of the month, if not, I can't guarantee the positions will be available anymore… okay?"
"Hai, thank-you so much Mamori-neechan, you don't know how much this means to me" he stated with tears sliding down his cheeks, Mamori could hear his sniffling.
"Oh Sena… you're still a crybaby" he could just see her smile.
"Am not…" he pouted.
"Hahaha, alright then, I'll see you, call me when you get here, I'll pick you up, okay?"
"Hai~" he couldn't help smiling; Mamori was just how he remembered her… mothering…
"Bye-bye" "Bye" and with that he hung up the phone …
"YES!" he danced around and jumped for joy, his parents who were hiding behind a wall…peered over at their grown (not really) son dancing like a child at a candy shop. (He's 5' 4" though he is 19…)
Two weeks later he was at the airport
He and his parents are saying their goodbyes; he was wearing an orange t-shirt with three white and blue stripes at the top, he wore an open red tartan button up shirt and had on baggy navy blue jean shorts, he had his earphones (which look like the ones they use at recording studios) marked with 21 on the side, around his neck on. His red carryon bag is set beside him on the ground.
"Are you sure Sena, you'll be alone…" his mother blacked hair woman with large eyes (that's where he got it from) in a blue blouse and a flowery long skirt asked worried about her only child.
"Yes Okaa-san, I'm positive I heard the company owner was a very nice old man, who looks a lot like Santa Claus" that didn't convince his mom, "besides Mamori-neechan will be there… it'll be fine" he smiled, (Hahaha Sena's Life reference, if you don't know what I'm talking about ignore this…)
"Okay…" she looked at the ground and then shot up "Remember to call, okay!" she grabbed his shirt.
"Yes I will" he smiled at his mother's antics.
"Okay and-" she was about to carry on,
"Mom you worry too much, nothing bad is going to happen" he told her as he picked up his bag when the strap broke and it fell to the ground landing on his foot.
"Ow!" he hopped while spinning in a circle as he held onto his foot (it's full of CDs… Sena says "No worries I packed them in indestructible casing, they're fine!" What about your foot…)
"S-See you're injured! You can't go, let's get you to the hospital!" she pulled her son's arm (they are the same height…)
"M-Mom, c-calm down, s-stop please, everyone is watching" he tried to keep from getting dragged off.
"Let them watch, my son is injured, I have to help him!" she lectured the people staring.
"Honey… stop, Sena is fine, he's a grown boy, he can take care of himself" her husband calmed her down, he was always like that, very calm and collected.
"O-okay… I understand, it's just-"
"It's fine. Sena… Take care of yourself now, okay son?" he looked over at his son.
"I will Otou-san, goodbye, bye Okaa-san" he smiled at his father then at his mother and left to get on the plane,
"B-bye…" she sobbed, Sena looked back and waved one last time before going pass inspection and with that the boy's journey had begun…
TBC…
Well how is it? If you don't like it, well I apologize for wasting your time… but if you like it, please continue onto the next few chapters! And if you still like it then after that please review! If you hate my guts, please review still~
Oh little newsflash... Shin's a girl in this fic~! But it doesn't necessarily mean Sena's gonna be paired with her, didn't I say one-sidedness! Well it's gonna stay that way, unless people pressure me...