I haven't done a prompt in awhile so I wrote this, because I love the Agon/Sena paring or whatever. If I do say so myself, I believe this to be completely random. Yeah, that's right, just a couple thousand words of randomness. Whoa, weird.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21, because if I did, someone would had pulled down Sena's pants by now. Alas, no one has :/ I wonder why.
Before a genius, an athlete god, before even 'Agon', he was a leg man. It didn't matter if the face was decent enough, how big the boobs were, or even the hair. If the girl didn't have nice legs, she pretty much didn't exist to Agon. Hotness could always be determined by a simple glance, not too thin but not too fat thighs that led into the perfect knees. No large patella bones should stick out, and then the lower leg should be a long slender curve. Leg ugliness just wasn't to be allowed if a girl had ugly legs, that was her sob story. Wear jeans.
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Agon frowned catching something out in the corner of his eye, again. It was 'them' that odd pair of perfect legs that were running everywhere lately, well everywhere but in front of him. So far he knew that the legs weren't what he would normally classify as perfect legs, but deserved the title none the less. They were shorter than what he normally preferred, but packaged with good muscle tone, tan, and rather slender.
Normally he had no problem finding any girl he fancied, just sat on a bench somewhere and waited for her to gain the guts to walk pass him in a really short miniskirt. However, these legs - and their owner - either were playing 'hard to get', didn't realize they had caught Agon's attention, or didn't care. And since the later two obviously weren't much of possibilities - he was Agon after all – it was safe to say they were playing.
Agon accepted the fact, with some resentment, that for some unfathomable reason the legs (and owner of legs whoever the hell that was) hadn't yet approached him. Even though it had been over a whole week since their first encounter.
It wasn't as if Agon hadn't run into girls with shit loads of that girly self-confidence crap. They somehow thought that they could go and throw Agon for a whirl, but he caught on rather soon and found a simple answer for "Friday? Oh, I don't think I can go…" (Insert hair flip, tugging down of shirt to show more cleavage, fluttering eyelashes.)
"Eh? Really, fine, hey don't you have a sister?" Oh, of course, once and awhile he'd go along with her, she couldn't come Friday? Aw, shucks, too bad, what if he did blah, blah, blah? 'Cause if she wasn't there then he probably wouldn't either. Girls really love it when you pretend to give a shit.
However these legs were becoming fucking annoying and he had already given a truck load of shit.
The first time he saw them it was a few blocks from the school, he had been dumping some girl, Misa or Mina, or whatever, pretending that he had a really heartbreaking reason for dumping her sorry ass. Real reason being that she had a hot friend, and there was no reason to ruin his chances with that chick.
Misa/Mina had just started caught on to what he was saying when he noticed them, the legs. For the first time. They were perfectly tan and golden spread out gracefully on green grass, higher up he could make out a hint of black shorts, but the rest of the body was blocked by a tree and a car parked in front of the tree.
"Oh god Agon you aren't even listening to me!" Misa (it was most likely Misa) snapped drawing back a fraction of his attention; the rest was still focused on those legs. They shifted slightly one shyly rubbing against the other before moving higher into an angle, the knees pressed gently against each other.
Screw the hot friend; he had bigger fish to fry.
Without a backwards glance he walked straight past Misa, intent on introducing his most charming self to the hot legs owner. Misa, being a she-banshee and all, wasn't content yelling at the space he had currently occupied. And followed behind him, her voice raising high enough that if wanted she could strike conversations up with any locale bats.
The legs froze mid-hotness, tensing when the owner realized that the shrill noise was heading in her direction. The golden legs disappeared and Agon grunted displeased, already knowing that by the time he rounded the tree, the legs and owner would be gone, only leaving a slight indent in the grass.
But it wasn't to be the last glimpse of the legs he ever saw of them, it was to be rather irritating actually, he would start to forget about the occurrence, and then, as if on cue he would notice tan thin legs out of the corner of his eye. Yeah, it was pretty fucking annoying.
And when Agon was annoyed, it would often spread around to the people around him like an oil leakage at open sea. The only one who had any resistance against Agon's fowl moods was his lucky twin, Unsui. (Let it also be mentioned, that Unsui didn't have any hair.)
Unlike oil leakage though, Agon's attitude had one of three effects; either the person became just as pissed off as he was, or they realized that Agon's 'I'll kill you' threats were suddenly extra violent and felt a sudden desire to move to Alaska. Or in Unsui's case they ended up living like it was the federal time period never ended.
During practice, much to his teammates' horror, Agon would brood out in the stands yelling and swearing every time thought they did something stupid.
Which was actually the majority of the time, however it was better than the streets. At least during practice he wouldn't have to worry about any super hot legs wandering by. Part of Agon wanted to just give it up, it wasn't like he getting any, and anyway he was Agon, he had been dating older woman since he was twelve.
Below Unsui frowned tossing a distressed look in his brother's direction.
It wasn't usually like Agon to brood, well, wait, it actually was, but never about another human being. It was rather unnatural, practically against his genetic makeup. Being the only person who could stand within ten feet of Agon during the time being, Unsui realized melancholy that, yet again, it would be he who fixed his brother's dilemma.
He passed through his fellow teammates, most of who were acting as if on death roll, straight to his brother, standing in front of the bleachers and looking up. "So?" He asked and waited calmly for his brother to stop cussing at him and answer the question.
"This… person, can't get them out of my head." Agon admitted gruffly, very nearly giving Unsui a heart attack. Since when did his brother about people other than himself? Let alone girls!
Actually, the only time he ever saw Agon sulk about something involving someone instead of something, was right after the match against Deimon.
For the first time, Agon had actually trained, and for a rather long time period too. Losing in a match against Kobayakawa, Sena had really done a number on his ego. Something that Unsui had almost been positive to never happen, or at least around the Apocalypse.
A light bulb of sorts (more like some drippy wax candle) lit up inside of Unsui's brain.
Did Agon say person? Person as in didn't define gender? And if that person were to actually be Kobayakawa Sena, this might mean that Agon could possibly be training again and not miss any games.
A holy light flowed around Unsui at the thought, despite Agon's claims about naturally being perfect, Unsui noticed that his twin's performance on the field had improved greatly just by two weeks of practice. Compared to his own ten years of constant struggle, Agon could be in the NFL with just a few months of practice.
"What the hell do you look so damm happy about?" Agon growled, he didn't like to admit it - Agon didn't ever want anything to do with other people - but he could easily read Unsui's mostly expressionless face like a picture book.
Just by the slightest shifting, Agon could tell how Unsui's mood was changing and would even read body language well enough to predict what Unsui was thinking, a tool extremely useful of headed for work in the police field.
"Please don't tell me your thinking about careers or shit again, stay on topic Unko-chan." Agon growled and Unsui frowned, see? Predicting body language, perfect for a career as a police officer.
"Sorry, Agon, however…relationships aren't exactly my area of expertise." He pointed out, only to get snorted at and given a dirty look. As if he didn't have relationships on purpose, just to annoy Agon on that particular day.
"Sure you've had at least one, what about that one chick you use to hang out with, what's-her-name, purple hair, real irritating. Bitch always use to hang around the house, ate all our food." Agon described half-mindedly repetitively cracking his knuckles, one at a time.
"That was Aya, she's our cousin." Unsui pointed out with a sigh, why was it that Agon never bothered to remember these slightly important aspects to life? "Sure, why not." Agon grunted and stood up, headed down the bleachers.
"Where are you going now?" Unsui was about to ask but swallowed his words when he noticed Agon's determined look. Suddenly he wished deeply for the person to not be Kobayakawa, Sena. From what he seen of the boy so far he was already well into the phobic-category.
One glance at Agon would surely send the anxious boy into a frantic, and, like most people, the last thing Unsui wanted was a meeting with Hiruma.
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Humming to himself Sena headed to the bathhouse, practically walking on the heels of Mamori and Suzuna. The two girls had put in an effort to be better friends only to awkwardly realizing that the only thing they had in common was Sena. Mamori felt like his older sister or a motherly figure, while Suzuna was the cool younger sister.
Why people seemed to enjoy placing themselves into his family tree, Sena would never know, but at least his friends cared. Which, counted for something. Monta was suppose to join too, but had gotten sick the night before and brokenheartedly told Sena that he wouldn't be able to join Mamori.
Deciding not to be offended by the lack of the mention of Suzuna or himself, Sena just followed after his two friends, probably the only girls he knew. They had already been to this certain bathhouse before, and since alone this time, Sena prayed not to met anyone he knew from a rival team.
He became rather unsociable when only wearing a small towel.
"Gah! Look Sena-kun's blushing? What's up?" Suzuna asked skating backwards to inspect his every action. "N-nothing, isn't that kind of dangerous?" Sena asked worried and Suzuna frowned easily weaving around people, still facing Sena.
"What's dangerous?"
"Never mind, I guess."
Suzuna raised an eyebrow, but didn't press until noticing that just because Sena was holding their stuff didn't mean that he had any of his own. "Sena you dope, you didn't bring anything did you?" She asked in a sing-song voice shaking a finger at him.
In reply Sena turned to Mamori who frowned, stopping short. "Oh Sena, I totally forgot to get any of your extra stuff either. I wonder how I could have possibly forgotten, that's so odd." Mamori mused, tapping a finger to her lips.
Sena withheld a sigh, he had a perfect idea to how Mamori had forgotten, and it smelled of Hiruma. Lately, Sena's latest task for the blond was to trail after a certain hazardous football player. It didn't matter what he had been doing at the moment; homework, supper, chores, practice, class, bathing. (3D: Just had to throw something perverted in there :3)
Hiruma would waltz in with that determined air of his and whisk Sena away to pretty much stalk Kongo Agon.
It was a deadly for most, completely suicide for Sena. Agon had almost caught him a dozen times already; the older boy seemed to have some sort of sixth sense along with whatever powers he already possessed.
Not one to cease without a cause, Sena had tensely asked Hiruma once why he was in pursuit for a possible killer. "Sources had informed me that lately the fucking dreads been training; you are to figure out why." Hiruma informed in a bland tone as if this was common knowledge easily found in newspapers and Google.
And it looked as if now was 'Risk-You-Life time.
"I'll go back to the clubhouse to look for it; I think I left it in my locker."
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There they were.
Well, the legs, of course.
Just there for the taking, and there was no way in hell that Agon was going to let them get away this time. With purposeful steps Agon stride carried him quickly to the chick that somehow had been able to inflect herself into his mind without even freaking trying.
It was his first real look at her, she was short, he had expected that, but since she was facing the opposite direction he couldn't really tell if she was completely hot, or just her legs. He could tell it was her not some random chick for two reasons, one he would recognize those legs anywhere, and two he remembered seeing that hat also in the quick glances he would sometimes get.
Without a second thought he grabbed both her shoulders and spun her around, kissing her right away. It wasn't good to think about one chick for so long, so it was better just to get one kiss, than nothing at all for months on time.
Anyway it was always fun to piss off hot chicks.
He had definitely caught her off-guard and took advantage, deepening the kiss, but frowned inwardly, since probably still in shock she wasn't reacting at all. Not wanting it to get boring so quickly he deepened the kiss and smirked when he felt thin arms wrap around his neck and into his hair.
Chick wasn't that bad after all.
"Fuck, chibi, that wasn't what I meant by 'figuring out'." Recognizing the trash's voice, Agon turned to glare, meaning that his kiss ended, damn. Hiruma wasn't looking at him though, instead at his chick, what the hell since when did Hiruma go after his- oh, shit.
Chibi, as in, that chibi, something-or-another Sena, yep, that chibi.
Hmm, shit.
"Hiruma-san! This isn't, I didn't, what the, um, eh?" Sena stuttered weakly looking back from Hiruma to Agon fast enough to get whiplash. "Agon-san?" He asked with wide chocolate eyes, oh shit. Yeah, shit, Hiruma-styled.
Meh, oh well, after all before all else, Agon was a leg man right?
"I'll bring him back by midnight." Agon grunted before grabbing Sena by the arm and dragging the confused Sena. Screw Hiruma, with his blackmail or whatever, even if Sena wasn't a chick, he would do fine, in some shorts. Short shorts.
"Wh-where are we going?" Sena asked watching as Hiruma saluted them already writing in his black notebook.
"Shopping."
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Haha, if you don't get the ending, don't worry, that's just because it kind of sucks. I couldn't think of enough words, their all hiding somewhere. Anyway, I don't have time to search for them, my Nowhere muse is nagging me, I have other things to write!