A new series about Sena, I might make a longer one if any of these drabbles peak my interests. First in line is Agon, number one, I plan to make a better one later, since this one seems to only review what happens after they meet.
Chapter 1- What if Sena met Agon first?
The game between the Deimon Devilbats and the Shinryūji Nagas came as a complete surprise. Instead of being crushed in a way that would make all fans become haters, the Deimon Devilbats actually stood their ground and made two goals on them, out of pure luck in the beginning when Agon had not played, despite hating Hiruma to the pits of hell where they both belonged. When Agon finally joined, he was disturbed by the fact that the Deimon Devilbats was only trailing behind with ten points.
"Che, I'm sick of this, Unko-chan, let's do the Titanium Dragonfly."
Unsui froze; Agon had actually decided to go straight to such a risky play, even before the middle of the game started. He snuck a look at the tiny frame of the boy sitting on the bench which everyone had passed as a benchwarmer, but how wrong they were.
Before long, Agon deliberately pushed a player into one of their own, and he was too injured to do much else.
"Agon, that was just cruel." Unsui muttered, but Agon just sneered in response. "Player swap, 21."
The boy lifted his head at that number and slowly got up from the bench and joined the players on the field, surprising Hiruma.
'Underestimating us? Or...' Hiruma thought to himself before just passed it as a bluff. That was when the man he knew so well five years before, Agon had formed a play that he didn't recognize.
"T-This is...? The Titanium Dragonfly?!" The announcer's voice roared over the few screams of the crows that seemed to recognize it. 'Ho, so he has more cards to use, fucking dreads,' Hiruma chuckled, thinking that he could beat it the same way he beat the Golden Dragonfly.
But, of course, he was wrong.
Instead of their usual play of Unsui just passing to Agon, he threw it skilfully to the boy, who, as soon as those tiny fingers touched that ball, ran.
The speed was incredible.
If Hiruma hadn't seen him take off, he wouldn't even realize that in three seconds he had managed to cover almost forty yards and Hiruma yelled: "Get that fucking shrimp!"
But he seemed to be experienced in fighting, despite never shining in the spotlight before. When he didn't dodge them skilfully with sharp turns, he blocked them with his arms like a dagger fighting a sword.
It was frightening to know that they would never catch up- could never catch up to that speed.
When Hiruma managed to deceive that mysterious boy inside that Eyeshield, he froze and passed it to Agon, who was even more of an impossible target, as if they were taunting him, taunting the fact that he had nothing but his tactics to do rely on. Through gritted teeth, for the first time, first time, even after defeating numerous opponents, he had nothing, no clever things to say, no bluffs, no tactics.
Nothing.
It was pathetic.
Hiruma did nothing but stare at the clock that passed by quickly until nothing was left, all those dreams shattered by one mistake.
He didn't have a runner.
As soon as the siren passed, there were cheering from the Shinryūji side, although the players didn't look that surprised, as if they expected it to happen this way, so smoothly.
"Kukuku, see this, fucking trash? We're going to win the Christmas Bowl." Agon chuckled, his dark eyes staring from behind his sunglasses with a look that was more sinister than Hiruma's own stare.
Hiruma said nothing.
There was an emotion that stood out between the happiness spread amongst the team, the boy stood out, seemingly not as happy as he was supposed to be when one of them asked: "Ne, Sena-chan, you want to join us for a drink?" The boy shook his head while taking off his mask to reveal his pale feminine face, drenched in sweat.
Hiruma was still just standing there.
The boy, smiling and nodding to what the other said, suddenly seemed to notice Hiruma and he snuck a look at Agon before sneaking his way towards the frozen gargoyle.
"It was a good match." His voice slipped out, slightly more feminine than his face. "I was fooled by them more than once, and maybe, maybe if you found a runner, you would have a chance."
There was no way Hiruma would find a runner that could even match his speed and motivation.
Then Agon interrupted: "Ah, fucking brownie, get over here. What the fuck are you doing talking to that trash?"
Brownie, Hiruma scoffed, so he was above trash, then?
It was frightening; maybe things would've been different if he found Sena first.