Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21.
It started off as a rather ordinary day at Deimon High School. Sena Kobayakawa and Taro Raimon A.K.A. Monta were sitting side-by-side, writing down notes like crazy. Since the next football game wasn't going to be for a month, they decided to take some of their time and catch up on their studies.
Tapping the blackboard several times with a ruler, the teacher explained, "...And that, class, is why Wailords and Skittys shouldn't be breeding-compatible..."
However, neither Sena nor Monta were sure exactly how this kind of information will be useful in real life.
Suddenly, the classroom door swung open, and Mamori Anezaki stepped inside. Oddly enough, dangling in her right hand, was one of Hiruma's many beloved submachine guns.
"Excuse me, miss, but exactly what do you think you're doing, interrupting my class?!" the teacher snapped, swinging the ruler around dangerously.
Standing up, Sena exclaimed, "M-Mamori-san...is...is something the matter?"
Without a word, Mamori lifted the gun, and aimed the barrel at the teacher's face. "...Bang."
At that single moment, she fired, and the poor man's head exploded into pieces, covering the young high school girl that had just murdered him in pounds of wet blood. With bits of skull, skin and brains covering the floor, the body of the ex-teacher shook violently before crashing to the ground. Licking her lips, Mamori raised her head...and her eyes were devoid of emotion, devoid of life itself.
No one said anything, and then-
"EEEEEEEEEEYYYYAAAAAAEEEAAAAAA!!!"
Desks and chairs clattered and smashed onto the ground as the students scrambled for the door, all of them screaming and crying hysterically. Only Sena and Monta did not move, they just stood there, staring at Mamori in disbelief.
"M...Mamori...you...you..." Sena could barely speak.
Mamori pressed her warm lips against the edge of her cold, murderous weapon. Then, her whole body still dripping with the teacher's blood, she purred, "Ahh...it's coming. Don't you sense it, Sena, Monta? The coming of Agi...the harbinger of total and complete hell...the coming of a new age...the great fall that will destroy everything, and then rebuild it..."
Taking a step forward, Monta screamed, his voice growing louder and louder, "I...I don't understand...Mamori-chan...WHAT ARE YOU...WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?!"
Mamori's face seemed frozen in perpetual bliss. "If you don't understand...then you are not fit to survive the fall..."
Letting out a high-pitched giggle, Mamori aimed the gun at Monta's chest. The famous #80 catcher could easily jump out of the way in time, even if he wasn't as speedy as Sena, but Mamori's sudden homicide and insanity had practically turned his mind and body to stone.
"Die."
"M-MONTA, WATCH OUT!!!" Sena cried.
Suddenly, just as Mamori was about to fire, a bullet flew in from the hallway and her right temple burst open, and blood poured down her face. Whispering something unintelligible under her breath, Mamori fell to the floor. A moment later, Jumonji and Togano dashed into the room, both of them carrying small pistols. Apparently, it was Jumonji who had shot Mamori.
"...Are you guys okay?" Jumonji asked as Togano glanced over Mamori's corpse.
Shaking violently, Monta fell to his knees. "Oh my god...oh my god...oh my god...Mamori...she's...she's..."
"You gotta stay calm, kid," Jumonji suddenly snapped, "If you don't...you'll lose yourself in the madness, just like her..."
"W...W...What are you t-talking about?!" Sena asked, hot tears leaking down his cheeks, "I'm so confused...and afraid...I don't understand what's happening!!"
Jumonji nodded to Togano, who peeked out into the hallway for a moment before cautiously stepping out. "I don't have a fuckin' clue! It's just a good thing Hiruma gave us these guns! We have to go and meet up with him and Kurita in the clubhouse! NOW!" he exclaimed, tossing two extra pistols into Sena and Monta's shaking hands.
Almost immediately, Sena dropped the pistol. "I...I can't...I just can't..."
"YOU IDIOT!" Jumonji snapped, holding back from slapping the smaller boy, "IF YOU DON'T GO OUT THERE FULLY EQUIPPED, YOU'LL BE-"
Before Jumonji could finish speaking, several gunshots and a long painful moan filled the air.
"OH, GODDAMMIT! FUCK IT ALL!!"
"Togano!!" Jumonji cried, dashing out into the hallway with his pistol drawn. Without a second to lose, Sena ran after him. Monta remained in one spot, his eyes locked onto Mamori's legs, the rest of her bloody body lying behind the teacher's desk.
Out in the hall, Togano and Jumonji were busy firing over and over at several students lazily moving towards him, all of them carrying various weapons ranging from pitch forks to a portable drill. Their skin was covered in strange pulsating veins, and their eyes were devoid of life, just like Mamori. All of them were chanting the same phrase over and over:
"Agi...Agi...Agi...Agi..."
"Dammit, these guns aren't hurting them!" Togano cried after using up an entire magazine and busy searching his pockets for another round of bullets.
"This is...impossible!" Jumonji bellowed, "How could such an ordinary day...without anything special about it...suddenly turn into absolute hell?! What the fuck is this goddamn 'Agi' thing, anyway?!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice purred, "...Why, I know the answer to that."
Sena and Jumonji spun around...and saw Mamori Anezaki standing in the doorway, alive and well. The blood from her temple was still pouring down her face, but she didn't seem fazed by it in the slightest.
Glancing down at her hands, the bile rose in Sena's throat when he realized that she was holding up Monta's decapitated head. He looked over Mamori's shoulder and saw Monta's body lying between two desks and a chair. Leaning forward, Sena puked and sobbed in horror at the same time.
"YOU...YOU MOTHERFUCKIN' BITCH! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STAY DOWN, DAMMIT?!" Jumonji screeched in utter fury, "JUST WHEN...JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I FINALLY AVENGED KUROKI, YOU COME BACK TO LIFE!"
Wiping his mouth, Sena gasped and exclaimed, "K-Kuroki?! You mean...Kuroki is..."
Jumonji nodded. "Yes...and this bitch is the one responsible! That's how she got that damn submachine gun in the first place!"
Togano was too busy attempting to kill off the lumbering zombies to add his say.
Sena couldn't believe what was happening.
"Listen here, you sad, sad men," Mamori spoke up in a monotone voice, "I do not know how I came to be the messiah for the birth of the coming new world. It may have been decided long ago, within my ancestor's genes...I am truly not sure. I have been able to bring quite a few of our students to be under the gaze of lord Agi. However, as I was the only one to have been hand-picked by him, the others have reverted to a mindless, zombie-like state, leaving me to lead them. As such, I have accepted my fate with full responsibility, and thus, I shall do whatever it takes to make the means meet the ends..."
Sena clutched his ears, closed his eyes, and curled up on the ground. 'This isn't Mamori...this isn't the Mamori I know...she's obviously being controlled...obviously...obviously...'
"Now...take me to the one called Hiruma, for my army requires his weaponry so that we may reach the location of destiny and witness Agi's ascension to the kingdom of the gods!!" Mamori tossed Monta's head carelessly to the side and picked up her gun. Before either Sena or Jumonji could react, the red-headed young woman sprayed a barrage of bullets into Togano's back, killing him instantly.
Jumonji's eyes grew as wide as china plates. "T...T...TOGANO!!!!"
Mamori chuckled. "Finally...that disgusting otaku is out of the way."
Jumonji wanted to fight back, he wanted to beat the shit out of Mamori for what she did. But, he knew that he had more important priorities to follow, even if it mean leaving the bodies of his dear friends who had been by his side since childhood behind...
Jumonji took in a breath, and a chill crawled down his spine.
"SENA...FOLLOW ME!!! NOW! DON'T LOOK BACK!!!"
Without a moment to lose, Sena immediately snapped back to his feet and sped off alongside Jumonji, who was running down the opposite hallway from the oncoming zombie horde. Once they both turned the corner and out of view, Mamori turned her sights to the body that was left behind. Slowly and calmly walking over beside Togano's bleeding corpse, Mamori bent down next to him. She then closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his cold, pale cheek.
After a moment, Mamori stood back up, and Togano soon followed, his eyes like dark endless tunnels. "I will follow you anywhere...Agi's Messenger..." he grunted in a monotone voice.
Mamori smiled.
Even though he had always been skilled at running and keeping high stamina, Sena had never felt more worn out when he and Jumonji finally burst out of the front doors and headed around back to the football clubhouse. Even from outside, the two students could still hear the horrific screams and shrieks of the violent terrors taking place within the building.
"...Jumonji..." Sena spoke up quietly, tears clinging to his eyelashes, "I'm...I'm really sorry...about Togano and Kuroki..."
Jumonji didn't say anything, and the shadows over his face darkened.
Once they were in front of the clubhouse, Jumonji pressed himself up against the door and whispered, "We're back..."
It was silent for a second, and then the door swung open. Yoichi Hiruma stood in the doorway, looking as calm and stoic as ever. As they walked inside, Sena saw three other figures just standing around with looks of fear on their faces; there was Kurita, Komusubi and Suzuna, who was huddled up in the corner and weeping with her knees against her chest.
"S-Sena!" Kurita gasped, "You're okay! And Jumonji too!"
"You...you guys are still alive..." Sena breathed a sigh of relief.
Glancing over Jumonji's shoulders as if expecting more, Hiruma asked, "Hey...where's the damn monkey?! And the other two damn Hah Brothers?!"
Jumonji and Sena both stared at the ground and shook their heads.
Hiruma sighed, cursing loudly to himself. "Dammit...I didn't expect to lose three of you already..."
Taking a step forward, Sena swallowed his fear and exclaimed loudly, "H-HIRUMA-SAN...JUST WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! MONTA...TOGANO...KUROKI...THEY'RE ALL DEAD! AND...AND MAMORI IS...SHE'S..."
Hiruma sat on top of the large table in the middle of the cluttered clubhouse, and placed his right hand on a sniper rifle lying beside him. "I'm just as confused as you are, damn pipsqueak! All I seem to understand about this is that 'Agi' is probably some sort of false god who decided now of all times to bring about a 'new world order' or something of the matter...Mamori has become his host, his only connection to the world of humans as of this moment..."
"That doesn't make any fuckin' sense!" Jumonji spoke up, "Do you seriously expect me to believe that this is actually the work of some other-worldly force?! Total and complete bullshit!!!"
Hiruma scowled. "Do you have any other explanation for this crisis, then, you idiot?"
Jumonji opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it soon afterward and swore under his breath.
Although this was a question he wanted to avoid, Sena knew it had to be answered at some point: "Did...did anyone else survive...?"
"Well," Hiruma replied, "We got word from Suzuna here that her brother was gutted by a mob of mind-controlled students, and we have no word on the current conditions of either Yukimitsu or Musashi..."
Sena glanced over at Suzuna, who had now ceased weeping yet stayed in her fetal position, and felt a great sense of sympathy and pity for the poor girl.
"So what do we do now, then?" Jumonji asked.
Reaching behind him, Hiruma pulled out two walkie-talkies, handing them both to Sena and Jumonji. "If anything, we need to save as many people as we can. The entire student body seems to be under Mamori/Agi's control, so we need you two to go back in there and rescue both Yukimitsu and Musashi as soon as possible..."
"...Are you sure they're still alive?" Jumonji questioned as he stuffed his walkie-talkie into his shirt pocket.
Hiruma nodded. "Judging from the current situation, Yukimitsu's chance of survival at this point is between 1 and 5 percent. Musashi's chance of survival is between 1 and 10 percent. We need to bet everything we got on those small percentages and hope to god, if there is one up there anymore, that they're still alive and well. After the rescue plan, we'll put the final objective into action..."
"Objective?"
"Yes. We're going to have to destroy the school, and everyone in it..." Hiruma proclaimed, his perseverance unwavering.
Sena clenched his walkie-talkie tightly in his right hand. "You mean...Mamori and everyone...you're going to kill them?"
"If they escape from the school and go out into town, it'll be absolute hell. To keep the causalities from mounting, we're gonna bring this insanity to an end right here and now! Damn fatty and damn fatty junior will lock all the exits once you guys escape with Yukimitsu and Musashi, and then I'll set up the explosives."
Jumonji wasn't about to buy into it, though. "How do we know that you won't make a final decision to destroy the building while we're still inside?"
Hiruma smirked. "I'll be watching you guys from the clubhouse roof; I'll snipe away any damn zombies that get in your way that I can see from the windows. The rest will be up to the both of you, of course."
Jumonji nodded and said, "Fine...I'll go with this fucked-up little plan of yours. You deserve our respect, after all."
"Keh heh heh! Glad you decided to think that way, damn Hah Brother!"
Strengthing his resolve, Sena stood up straight and exclaimed, "I'll...I'll do my best too! I won't cower anymore...I'll face this terror head-on, just like I do with every football game!"
"Good job...damn pipsqueak," Hiruma chuckled.
After Sena was outfitting with a small Walther P99 pistol, he and Jumonji headed back into the school, prepared to face absolute hell all for the sake of the slimmest chance that their remaining teammates were still alive...
