A/N:Before you say anything: shut up. I do what I want. Sorry if that was crabby it's currently 1:36 AM as I'm writing this and I get weirder the later it gets. Anyway I've been wanting to write this for a long time and I started it before but when I went back and reread it I thought it was total crap so I decided to rewrite and make it, you know, better. Man that was a long sentence, shame on me. Anywho, sorry if this gets corny or cliche along the way but sometimes all that comes to mind is something corny so eh*shrugs*. Besides I like corny stuff! It's freaking hilarious to laugh at! Sorry, it's the late night weirdness. Can't control it. Yeah...enjoy or whatever it is you do when you read. Ooh I just remembered I'm taking a poll on who fem Monta will be paired with(I already have Sena's picked out so don't even ask). So it's between Tetsuma from the wild gunmen and Sakuraba from the white knights. I was leaning to Sakuraba because he comes in earlier but Tetsuma is a good choice too. I don't know so that's why I'm leaving it up to you people! Okay so this is really long and its mostly just rambling at this point(or the whole time) so I think I'm gonna sleep and let you guys read or something.

Chapter 1

This was a strange situation. Certainly not one she thought she'd be expierencing so early. The large, well-muscled adolescent blinked his dark, nearly black, eyes at her. She mimiced the action with her own honey-brown ones, watching him with a deep red blush on her face. His face remained stoic and he didn't seem bothered by their perdicament in the least. Sena Kobayakawa blushed even deeper as he continued to stare at his position on top of her, his hands on either side of her head. How had she gotten herself into this? She was just running to her first day at Deimon High, she was late, when she felt a sharp pain in her side and the next thing she knew there he was. Unbothered by his position or her obvious discomfort. She stared back at him, her mouth open but no words coming out. What should she say? She couldn't just tell him to get off, that would be rude. But him tackling her in the middle of the street wasn't exactly polite. So Sena was frozen, unsure of herself and what to do. Luckily she was saved by no other than the object of her inner turmoil.
"You are fast." He said, not moving from his spot.
Sena didn't say anything, just closed her mouth and gave him a slightly confused, scared, and blushing expression.
"But you're incredibly weak." He continued without so much as a blink. Sena wasn't sure whether or not she should be offended. He didn't sound like he was trying to offend her, just as though he was merely stating a fact. So, without anything to say, she merely nodded. She shifted uncomfortably, which turned out to be a bad idea when she felt her skirt rise up. Her face flooded with red and she hastily pushed against the boy's chest as hard as she could. The boy raised his eyebrows slightly but otherwise didn't move. Sena whimpred pitifully,Pathetic. He cocks his head to the side like a dog, his dark hair brushing against his eyes.
"C-could you um, get off please?" Sena stuttered as politely as possible when she realized shoving wasn't going to work. He didn't seem offended, simply garcefully pulling off and away from her. Sena quickly pulled her skirt back down with a sigh of relief, her blush slightly fading. She looked up to thank the boy, but he was already jogging away with his hoodie pulled over his head. She watched him with a bewildered expression. What just happened?, she thought getting to her feet and dusting off her skirt.
HIIIIIEEEE! I'm late!, she remebered, quickly darting off in the direction of Deimon. She was so preoccupied with the boy she had forgotten all about school(typical highschool girl).

When Deimon was finally in sight she allowed herself to slow to a walking pace, fixing her uniform ribbon as she did so.
"Here, let me get that for you." A familar voice commanded, a pair of dainty hands reaching to Sena's ribbon and fixing it correctly. Sena turned to face her childhood friend Mamori who smiled and watched her with round, bright blue eyes. Sena smiled in return,"Good morning Mamo-nee."
"Where were you this morning? I waited for you but you never showed up." Mamori asked, concern riddling her tone. Sena laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck in embarressment.
"Oh. I woke up late then when I tried to rush over here I bumped into this guy." More like he ran into me.
"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?" The sandy haired girl asked worriedly, placing a hand on Sena's shoulder. Yep, that's Mamo-nee, worrying about Sena even when she said it was indeed the young girl's fault.
"Yes, there was no harm done." Sena insisted, smiling encouragingly.
Mamori seemed to accept the younger girl's explanation,"Well that's good, you know I worry about you. Which reminds me I want you to mix with the right people this year Sena." Sena sighed inwardly, she knew that the older girl had the best intentions but she wasn't a kid anymore.
"I-I already have friends!" Sena insisted. Mamori frowned at the honey-gold haired girl.
"Those girls aren't your friends! They just used you as a go-fer and a pashiri."
Sena was reminded of all the years of running back and forth from convience stores and dragging classmates bags to their homes. Straight ahead of them was a group of normal looking students gathered, chatting away idly. Mamori grinned, giving Sena an encouraging pat on the back.
"Look a lively gathering! It's time to make your move! Go join them!"
Sena pouted,"You don't have to tell me, I'm not a kid anymore."
Suddenly something registered in Mamori's gaze, she quickly held a hand in front of Sena's face to get her to wait a moment.
"But...But...! There is one person that you must absolutely avoid!"
Sena's eyes widened in fear, frightened by the panic in Mamori's voice. Her nee-chan's face became deadly serious.
"His name is Hiruma and he is the most devilsh human being! They say when you look into his eyes you will be reduced to nothing but bones!"
Sena gulped audibly, trying to ignore the sound of her rapid heartbeat in her ears.
Can't...Can't forget this!
"What-what's his name again? Hiruma?" The air around them became deadly for a moment before breaking down into chaos.
"Where is Hiruma! Where?"
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeh!"
A random student ran up to Sena, painfully grabbing her arms.
"My life is in danger! He is coming!"
A silent scream built up in Sena's throat, one that became vocal as she turned tail and fled as fast as her legs could carry her.

Sena sat at her desk, rifling through flyers for various clubs and activities. The day had been going pretty well by her standards, she hadn't had to run to the convience store once. She flipped through the papers in her hands idly. What club should I join?, she asked herself. She stopped on the flyer for tea ceremony.
'You're taking part in tea ceremony? How cute!,' That's what nee-chan would say, Sena thought with a sweatdrop. She heard the distict chime of her new cell, fishing it out of her pocket.
Hey, kid, pay up for the janken bet. Tell us when you're gonna get it to us.
Sena read the text with a frown, Just like Mamo-nee said...really, I'm not a kid anymore.

"Sena, did you bring us what we told you to get?" The bleach blond girl asked, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke out in one big cloud.
Sena chuckled nervously,"U-um...t-that bet.."
"Huh?"
"Huuh?"
"Huuuuuuuh?" The dark haired male barked, blowing his smoke stained stench into her face.
"You have five minutes." The boy on the ground reading manga said.
"Don't be late." The dark haired one commanded with a smirk. Sena squealed, desperate tears brimming her eyes.

"No! Its true, they were all sold out! I've been your pashiri since kindergarten, I promise I'll be faster!" Sena promised as the bleach blond girl dragged her to an abandoned looking shed with the two boys leading the way.
Oh, why did all of the it have to be out on the day she needed it! Why did this always happen to her! The boys slid open the door, revealing a messy storage room, filled with American football supplies.
The American football club..., Sena thought, momentarily forgeting about her upcoming beating. The girl tossed her like a ragdoll against a pile of gear, some of it tumbling down and hitting her.
"So this is the American football club?"
"Hey check me out!" The dark haired boy told his friends, decked out in American football gear.
"Suits you." The blond commented.
Suddenly the door burst open, revealing a large boy with a chestnut shaped head. They were all silent for a moment as they stared at each other. The large boy's eyes filled with a passionate fire. Uh oh.
"You guys...could it be! You guys want to join the club!" He almost demanded, pointing an accusing finger at them.
"Hey, knock him out or something." The blond girl ordered with a nonchalant wave of her hand.
"Tackle him! Give him all you've got!" The blond boy cheered.
The darkhaired male ran forward, thrusting his shoulder into the much larger boy's gut. Sena blinked owlishly when the large boy didn't so much as flinch. The smaller boy dug his heels in, desperately trying to topple the giant.
"Oh, you guys wanna do tryouts now?" He asked goodnaturedly, seemingly unbothered by the constant pushing against his stomach. The blonds shared a look, the girl rolling up her sleeves and joining the darkhaired boy followed closely by the boy. All three struggled together, pushing but unable to move the hulk of a boy.
"This...big fat...b*****d!" The girl grunted, her face smushing against the boy's round belly.
"Oh! So you want to be linemen! Remember when blocking push with the palm of your hand." The fire suddenly blazed with new beginning in the giant's eyes.
"Like this!" He effortlessly lifted the three above his head, hefting them out of the clubhouse and throwing them with barbaric strength.
"This is how its done!"
Sena watched the scene with a slack jaw and round, wide eyes as her three tormentors ran off with their tails tucked inbetween their legs. The giant boy frowned sadly, his shoulders sagging and tears streaming down his face.
"Oh and that's the first time we had new recruits." He said sadly, glumly walking back into the room and collecting the fallen equitment. He looked up, his gaze catching Sena's. She laughed nervously, sending him a sheepish wave. He instantly brightened.
"There's still someone left!" He cheered. He quickly hefted Sena to her feet, placing her in a seat and clearing a table of all its garbage.
"Here you go. Don't mind these. Sit here." He spoke hurriedly, as if she might disappear.
"Coffee? Tea?" He asked happily, fiddling with the coffee maker.
She shook her head,"No that's okay. Y-you see...I'm not actually here to be a new recruit...".
The large boy let out a strangled cry that took Sena back. He banged his head against the table, holding it there and holding out a cup to her.
"...want some tea?" He mumbled into the hard wood table.
He's taking this a little...

A sports club huh? Not for me at all. Sena looked around the small, messy room, looking to and from the various gear and equitment.
Seems pretty cool...but it's impossible for me. I'm so frail and on top of that I'm a girl. I'd get eaten alive. I can't even play dodgeball as a sport, she thought selfconsciously.
"Even after all of that we still only have 2 members and the tryouts are coming up soon." The boy said sadly, speaking around his piece of cake. Sena took a sip of her tea.
"You can't play rugby with just two people?"
He smiled goodnaturedly,"It's not rugby, it's American football."
"You need at least 11 people to play a game." He dug around in a box, cheering as he pulled out a tape.
"Here's a clip from last year to show you how much fun America football is."
Sena nearly spit out her tea as an image of a person getting tackled and paramedics rushing him away.
"Two of our helpers got knocked out cold but it was just our first loss."
Sena's hands shook, spilling her tea onto her hands. There's no way in h*** I'm playing this sport!
He placed his chin on the table sadly,"But at the rate we're going the christmas bowl is just wishful thinking."
"Christmas bowl?"
"It's the finals. The game is played only once a year every Christmas! The strongest of all teams clash there! It's fantastic! It's played at Tokyo Stadium with replays being shown on it's Aurora vision!"
Sena watched the boy explain his passion with a faint smile.
"It's the ultimate battlefield for war! Someday, we will also stand on that field don't you agree? Even though we lost our first battle, we will all make it to the tournament together. We will definintely clash heads with our opponents." He finished with a genuine smile.
Something caught Sena's eye in the corner of the room.
"What does a team manager do?" Sena asked, turning her honey gaze onto the boy.
"Hmm? A team manager is responsible for scouting and for analyzing other team's plays. He is also responsible for setting up the games with other teams."
Sena imagined herself with glasses and a slicked back ponytail.
'Coach, I've discovered a weakness in the enemy's plays.'
'You've seen through the enemy?'
'As expected from Sena-chan!'
'We're going to the Christmas bowl thanks to you.'
'You're so cool, Sena-chan!'
Sena's fantasy faded out of her mind as she turned to the boy.
"Can-can I be your team manager?" She asked, somewhat nervously.
"O-of course!" He exclaimed a bit too loudly.

Sena gazed at her cell's screen, smiling happily at the the name of her new friend. Pain flooded into her cheek, sending her flying to the ground. She moaned at the pain, looking up into the face of her assailant. The blond girl stared down at her dispassionately, grinding her cigarette into the ground.
"We've been waiting for you."
The blond glared down at her,"You seem to have gotten chumy with that fat kid. Renraku-sama has to teach her pashi a lesson. Don't even dare try to run away like last time."
Sena looked up with horrified eyes, her heart slamming wickedly against her ribcage as pain flooded her jaw. What could she do? She was outnumbered and outmatched. Slowly she slide down to the ground, bowing down in a submissive manner.
"Ye...yes."
The darkhaired boy pulled a baseball bat seemingly out of nowhere.
"But to use a bat...is it alright? Seems like overkill."
The girl shrugged disinterestedly,"It's not the best, since we already have a records with the police." She stated with a smirk.
"Police?"
"But if we can come up with a good reason to use it...let's say the fat kid attacked us with it. That'd put an end to the American football team."
Sena watched the three converse in horror, wiping away the tears collecting on her cheeks. Kurita was nothing but nice. He had shared his passion with her, he had been kind even though he didn't know her. Why was this happening? It wasn't fair! She clenched her fist against the pavement, an unfamiliar emotion building in her chest.
"No...never...I will never do that for you..." Sena began, much to the shock of the other three around her.
"You can hurt me however you want but I will never cooperate with you!" She yelled, warm trails of tears streaming down her face. The three shared a look and Sena thought for a moment that maybe she had gotten them to back off. When she felt herself being hefted up by her armpits she knew that idea was out the window.
"Guess we'll have to find a new body." The girl stated, catching the bat that was thrown at her by the darkhaired boy and taking a few practice swings. Sena squealed, struggling against the hold of the blond boy.
"Oh, what's this? A cellphone?" He asked smugly, yanking it from her grip.
"Give it back!" She demanded, only to be held back by a strong hand against her face.
"Hey there's a girl's number in here."
"That Kurita guy's number is also in here."
"Maybe we should leave the girl a message?" The two boys snickered together, causing the blond girl to roll her eyes. Something snapped in Sena and she didn't think. She lunged forward, digging her teeth into the blond girl's hand, who was holding her cell. She ignored the taste of smoke and the peircing scream as she bite down on her phone and grabbed her bag, quiickly fleeing the scene.
"S**t!"
"She's getting away!"
Sena tried to ignore the sounds of them yelling and chasing after her, instead focusing on the heavy smack of her feet against the ground and the open paths before her. Her eyes widened as she slid to a stop, gawking at the crowded scene before her. Why did things always happen to her?
Can I lose them in the crowd? No...any detours? S**t, which way should I take to the station?
"Stop her!" Sena jumped,searching frantically for an escape route, taking a quick glance at her cell. She gazed at the names written there, something fierce settled in her heart. She widened her stance, erasing all thought from her mind. Her head snapped up, watching the crowd with a calculating eye, her path mapped out perfectly before her. She heard the shuffle of movement behind her but it was too late. She was gone.

"Yep! We got a new recruit just yesterday!" Kurita boasted happily, walking beside his best friend. The other boy grinned, revealing his sharp, pointed teeth.
"Hey! I got someone too!"
He peeked at his friend through the gapes in his spiky blond hair,"Well, this person will be our golden legs. She was so full of energy I had to make sure she joined!"
She?, Kurita thought but quickly waved it off. Sena-chan was a girl after all. A recruit was a recruit and he was happy either way. Surely Sena-chan would be happy too!
"That's great I can't wait to meet her, Hiruma!"
Hiruma gazed at his friend with sharp emerald eyes, grinning and revealing his gun from its cloth casing as he slid the door to the clubhouse with his foot.
"Follow me. I've arranged a meeting." Kurita could barely contain himself when a volley of bullets was shot around the room, narrowly missing Sena, who was tied up and gagged to a chair.
"Here she is. Get the recruitment papers!" Hiruma yelled evilly, continuing his barrage of bullets.
"Sena-chan!?"

Sena didn't know how it happened but somehow she was dressed in a red and black uniform, a helmet with a green eyeshield over her head. She looked down at herself, her gaze settling on the number 21 posistioned on her chest. Well this was...odd.
"Ooh! Number 21! The eyeshield looks cool!" Kurita said, trying to be encouraging.
Hiruma nodded,"And the padding covers up her...female parts. Not that there was much to cover. This look in the game, surely her hidden talents will rise up."
Sena's head snapped up to the demon-looking boy.
"Game? No, I'm going to be team manager." Her response was cut short but the intimadating sound of a gun cocking. She cringed.
"Listen here, during games you will not be Kobayakawa Sena. Instead you will be known as Eyeshield 21!"
Sena felt her lowqer lip quiver even though she tried to fight it back. Why did these things always happen to her!
"But I wanna be team manager!"She cried, tears streaming down her face.
"You can be both!" Hiruma grinned evilly.

In another area of the school the three deliqiuents were rethinking their life choices as they stared at a particularly encripting photo, the blond girl especially appaled as a group of rowdy boys complained about the censored picture.

A/N:Chapter one complete! That's right, its okay to admit my amazingness I know. Okay I'll admit that this chapter is pretty much the canon but with two gender flips (Jumonji is a girl if you didn't notice. I felt bad about making a girl getting picked on by a bunch of guys so making him a girl and tormenting Sena physically while the other two basically keep watch made more sense...that's a really messed up sentence) but I promise it will start to move away from the canon version. Starting next chapter! That's right your wait is basically over! Well when I post the chapter that is. Anyway I'm just gonna push up the meeting of a certain character since he's one of my favorites and I can't wait to write him so you can deal with it! Sorry, it's 2:04 in the morning. The crazy is seeping into my brain. So watch out for him, though he might not be in the form you expect. On a totally unrelated note I need votes for who Fem Monta should be paired with:Tetsuma or Sakuraba so review and tell me what you think or I'm just going to pick Sakuraba out of pure laziness. This is your chance Tetsuma fans!
* These little star thingys(I know what they're called but I don't know how to spell that word so you can deal with it) are because I don't like to curse and thanks to Hiruma be prepared to see a lot more of these guys. It makes it funnier for me cause I imagine them as beeps. So yeah...that's basically it...go on! Get out of here! The chapter's over!*whispered* You freeloaders...