I absolutely love Hiruma. I wrote this on my blackberry, so if there are any spelling mistakes please let me know. Thank you very much. I hope you enjoy. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.

Vacation was always boring in the States. I never had one good vacation. Although I loved what I did, it was always the same thing. Usain had stopped training me two months ago but I didn't lose my touch in the slightest bit. Of course I tried harder and harder to make my legs go faster but it seems like it was just not possible. People would already say that my speed was inhuman. However I kept trying. I took up so many martial arts classes and even meditation for control but nothing made me faster.

People say it ran in the blood. My uncle is the most famous of us all I suppose. Joe Montana. He's one of the greats. My brother aspires to be just like him especially after my father died in a crazy football accident. Last quarter, 6 seconds left, more than enough time to run 5 yards. He's running and making it, next thing you know five linemen tackle him all at once. His helmet flies off and his neck snaps back. Died almost two minutes later and recorded for the whole world to see. I would know, I watched the tape. They lost the game and their Quarterback. My brother is now a QB as well. Me? Well I could never be a real football player. I'm a girl and pretty small. Around five foot three, I guess my small stature makes me go faster although I'm sure if I had long legs they would carry me even further, make me feel like a jet. For right now I feel like I'm just a plane in cruising mode.

I was in my backyard, the breeze bellowing through my hair. I had let it grow just as my mother wished. She loved my running talent and we often used it to make money. Although my uncle is rich we don't contact him, same for my brother. It was like they never existed to be honest. It's the moving out of the house phase for my brother. He was scouted immediately when they heard our history and saw his talent. My brother is the type of person that if you saw him anywhere you'd turn around and walk the other way. Six foot seven inches and way over 300 pounds of muscle.
My hair was untangling itself from my huge messy bun atop my head. I decided to pull it down and take a break because I'd been out here since dawn. A routine for me, however I had just noticed how high up the sun was now. I began fiddling with my chest strap and the stinging doubled. My legs burned, throbbed, it felt like my skin was ripping.

"Atlanta!" I glanced over at my gate seeing an ever so familiar head pop up. It was Panther. I'd met him by chance when passing by a park some years ago. His grandmother made the best oatmeal! He jumped down from the top and unlocked my gate. I admired his long legs. I figured he was letting in Watt and Homer until I saw a collage of unfamiliar faces. I immediately stopped fumbling with my chest strap through my shirt. A girl rubbing her chest is awkward in any situation.

"Panther who are these guys?" I asked before he could speak. It was a lot of them. Twelve in total. Thank goodness I had a huge property, about the size of a football field. My mother insisted for both my brother and I to practice.
"Sorry for barging in Atlanta, I wanted you to meet my friends that I told you about." My face lit up. Panther had told me all about his trip to Japan and how he met an amazing group of players. Especially someone named Sena, a boy of lightning speed, but that was a while ago.
I narrowed it down. Sena was short, but didn't look like a Monkey so that kid was out and he wasn't a pudgy guy so the shortest was also out. I walked up to the brown haired boy and he backed up. Giving him my best smile I put out my hand. "You must be Sena!" His eyes widened as he quickly took my hand and began shaking it. I leaned over giving him a kiss on the cheek like I would do to anyone around my age. Just a regular greeting, although once I did that everyone in the yard gave a big gasp. Different customs I guess.

A gun landed on my hand pushing me away from Sena. I followed the trail up to a devilish looking guy with a huge smirk. "There are to be no guns or weaponry on my property." The devilish boy threw the gun over the gate and kept his gaze on me with a big smirk.

"Let me see your legs." He stated. I was taken back at his sudden statement.
"Ha?" Ha?" "HAAAA?"
"Hiruma that's, you can't just ask that to a stranger!" The largest boy tried to intervene.

I narrowed my eyes and began leaning down. My wind breakers had zippers on them to make them capris. I unzipped them. From my peripheral vision I could still see the smirk on his lips. I continued rolling up my pants until they were up to the middle of my thigh.
The one known as Hiruma blew a bubble with his gum as he kept his gaze on my legs.

"She's perfect isn't she?" Panther said excitedly.
"Panther what is this all about?" The pain in my legs had almost subsided by now.
"Well I told them that I knew you and about how fast-"
Hiruma interrupted Panther, "Run."
I glared at him. I was not going to listen to his orders anymore.
"Why should I?" I grabbed his turtle neck pulling him down towards me. To wear a turtle neck in this heat this guy must've been crazy.
Panther grabbed my hand. "He's not the bad guy Atlanta; well he is a bad guy, but not. Oh, okay! They want you to train Sena!"

My face fell as I let go of Hiruma's shirt.
"I do not have time for that." I really did have time but I was not going to tell them that.
"My book would beg to differ. Every vacation for you is uneventful. Boring. Nothing special."
I glared at Panther. Hiruma would not know that unless Panther had told him.
Panther shook his hands and head. "This guy has an infinite amount of information on everyone." I could see his team mates nodding their heads as Hiruma snickered.
"Your mother makes you wear dresses and go to parties so that you can attract a man. She tells you to stu-"
I blushed.

"Alright that's enough!" I interrupted him.
"Your information is outdated by the way." I continued. Everyone gasped. He gave me a once over. "Not anymore." He laughed as he scribbled excessively in his little notebook, the bubble increasing in size.
"If you know so much, then you know how fast I run."
"Maybe it's all talk and you can't run worth a damn."
"Oh, you're so funny. I'm known all around the world!"
"Rumors spread fast, don't they?"
"I have nothing to prove to you."
I turned towards Panther only to see Sena. "Please run against me!" Sena pleaded.
Panther pleaded right along with Sena but instead using his eyes.

I sighed. "Okay. We'll stop at the 40 yard mark, is that okay with you?"
Sena turned to me. "Please do not go easy on me."
Hiruma piped in, "Go to the end and back."
"Hiruma that's too much!"
"Shut up fatty!" He pushed his gun in the big guys face.
"240 yards huh? I like your style. Are you okay with that Sena?"
He nodded.
I tied my hair back into a bun putting it directly on the top of my head.
I leaned forward.
I heard Hiruma fire his gun and I immediately took off. Sena was keeping up with me. He went a little past me but I kicked it into high gear.
'I guess I didn't need to go easy on him.' It was amazing running with Sena. I had never felt this determined. It was like I was flying. The air whipped at my face. I turned to Sena; he was maybe two centimeters behind me. There was no way he was giving up. It reminded me of my races with Panther. Sena's expression, his whole disposition was different then when I had first saw him a few minutes ago.

My feet dug into the dirt leaving deep indentations. I couldn't even feel my legs. I couldn't feel my body. I felt like I was being thrusted to the finish line. He couldn't beat me. He knew that, I knew that, everyone knew that. But for a split second he passed me. The feeling of losing in a race was something I never faced except to my trainer but even then it didn't mean much. I wonder what it would feel like to lose in an epic battle.
I guess I wouldn't find out as I skid across the line back towards the group. My long hair had come loose and I saw Sena in front of me.

Hiruma stopped the clock.
"That was...amazing! I should've joined!" Panther piped in.

I leaned over catching my breath. It took only a few seconds to finally calm my breathing.
I walked over to Sena. My legs were burning with delight. It was an enjoyable pain. I leaned my hand on his shoulder.
"You're absolutely amazing."
He caught his breath and looked at me.
"You're fast." His eyes were hard as he said that. He swallowed as the team mates came around us.
"Sena, you were right behind her. You're incredible! You beat her! You should be the one coaching her!"
"What was the time difference Hiruma?" Sena asked eyeing me and ignoring the comments.
He blew his bubble as he said, ".5."
"See Sena!"
"Thanks Monta."
I smiled.
"No." Hiruma turned to me stopping the smiling faces of his team mates.
"Take them off."
I narrowed my eyes. I slid off my lightly weighted wrist bands. Everyone looked at me.
"Keep going," Hiruma ordered. I kept to his orders this time so that Sena would be able to see just how much I surpassed him. He needed to know.
I took off the light ankle weights being hidden my by socks.
Hiruma's bubble popped as he kept staring.
I sighed. I turned around so that no one could see me. Lifting up my shirt I undid the straps holding the thin weights around my torso and dropped them. They made a thud.

"Show them your 40-yard dash." Both I and Hiruma stared at each other. "He needs to see and learn that no matter how good you are, there is always someone better."
"No one is better than me."
"Show them perfection."

I walked to the 40 yard line and waited for Hiruma to give me the signal.
"Her running style is called superluminosity. Light can't touch her." Hiruma stated bringing his gun up over his head.
BANG.

"3.89 seconds. There's your difference Eyeshield 21."