DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Eyeshield 21. :) Credits belong to Riichiro Inagaki and Yusuke Murata. They are such great storytellers! :)
And nothing beats how they told us the story of Eyeshield 21 and the rest of the Deimon devilbats. :)

One of the "what if's?" situation I thought about Hiruma and Mamori. What-if situations that might make them realize or if they already realize, make them admit that there is more to them than just being a tandem in American football, more than being comrades in getting to the Rice Bowl.

Set at third year in Saikyoudai.

What if one day, Mamori wakes up remembering nothing about her or anything?

What will Hiruma do to help her regain her memories? (Oh, will he even help her?)

-First snapshot-

Even in a carefully calculated plan, the little percentage of what could go wrong could ruin everything.

Hiruma Youichi is not much known as a son of a skilled chess player though it would make a lot more sense to know that such kind is his father when one looks at how he uses his schemes to achieve the goals that he has set. With the tricks that he thought about and all analysis of data, he was able to crush his enemies and fulfill his high school dream. To a grade-conscious person, it could mean being the valedictorian; to a young artist, it could mean the first major concert; and to the high school American football clubs of Japan, it would mean the Christmas bowl.

Three years have passed since that dream came to pass and now that they're on a higher level of dreaming, he got to put on some more schemes to win.

Before, the fulfillment of a dream was built on a promise with his two best buddies and had it fulfilled together with them and the rest of the Devilbats who joined them in their dream. Now, he is dreaming bigger dreams with a person he found out to be amusingly unafraid of him and though of much difference from him falls to be one who understands him the most. Yes, Mamori Anezaki had come to be not just somebody lured to work freely for him but a friend, a comrade, a nakama, somebody whom he can count on, somebody who'll stand by his side.

And that was so far what he consciously think of her. Surely, she outstands any other girl because she is just the one who caught his attention because of her unflinching will to defend and care as her given name says so. It didn't escape his notice that she fell into his type-of-girl category for proving to be really useful from tending to minor injuries to tedious brainstorming for strategies to win. Yes, she is the only girl aside from her mother whom he didn't ignore and actually whose presence he acknowledged.

But of how things are going on inside of him as she is his type of girl and that they were mostly, always together, he didn't dare to take a thought upon. No, it would be unwise to check it now that they are on a battle of which he knew that even she is somewhat desperate to win.

So he's gonna stick to his general plan - maximize the use of his manager to crush every opponent that'll come their way. And today is just one of those days.

"Ah, yes Hiruma-kun. I'm on my way there. I've got all the tapes ready. Huh?" Mamori's talking to the quarterback of Saikyodai on the phone was cut off when somebody caught her attention. A girl of around the age of seven as she estimated with black curly hair is walking not really on a sidewalk but more likely on the road itself. Shock and worry filled Mamori's blue eyes as she saw a large truck running in quite a high speed behind the oblivious girl. And being the protector that she is, she quickly made her way to push the girl out of the way even if she knew she could be hit in the girl's stead. Sure enough, though she braced herself for the coming impact, she still felt that kind of pain she never experienced before. And different thoughts as swift as they can be came rushing to her head.

Some were of her mother and father whom she haven't seen for some weeks now; her friends, Sena, Ako, Sara and all of the Devilbats; their hardwork during the death match; the victory they had during her sophomore year on the Christmas season; the bittersweet feeling of their graduation from high school as they were then on to pursue what they really wanted to be.

And the past two years that had been... when she realized that she had found just another special person, one who started as a stranger and not necessarily an enemy but have grown really close to her; he had become a best friend whom she knew she can count on and she would love to support him all the way, till they both see their enemies crushed. In a form of a smirking blonde with pointy ears and teeth - the Hiruma Youichi she had talked to on the phone just a moment ago; the person most people think as a devil but she have known enough to know that he is a real man who keeps his word and fights with all he's got.

And even the thought of her dream ever since - small chibis running around in a small room where she is one of the people who'll play a really crucial role in molding them to be the person they will be in the future. There were two set of these that she saw on her thoughts, the others will be acquainted to her for just some months while the other with fewer children and a figure of a man in a place she can picture, was made out of love, who will be connected to her all their lives.

All of these, is she gonna leave them today? And none of them she's gonna bring with her if ever. She felt kinda sad. She know she's not yet ready for this and...

A loud long sound of a vehicle's whistle echoes throughout the whole street and after a very short while, a screeching sound caused by wheels gaining more friction with the road. People who were there released a sound of shock and gasps as they witnessed what had just happened. "Oh my!"

And the air was filled again with a loud prolonged noise but now from a child whose just gotten up from falling down. She's crying her heart out because of the shock she had when she was suddenly pushed and hit the wall nearby and because of the dread that came over her when she saw a much older female whose hair and upper part of the body was painted red by what she learned as blood.

Author's note:

Weeeeh! It's my first fanfiction published here. :) Feel free to review. :) [How's my grammar? XD]