Title: Ichimu: Dream

Subtitle: [TS Adventures Book 1]

Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21.

Rating: Rated M for some scenes and languages not suitable for minors. lol

A/N: This story contains characters lifted from Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark-Hunter series, Original Eyeshield21 characters, and a couple of made-up characters that have no connection whatsoever. I hope you will all enjoy my story.

Chapter 1

Mamori was looking at the racks of tapes when something caught her eye on the window beside her. Turning, she saw a stray kitten standing on the sidewalk, drenched by the rain. She shook her head to force herself to concentrate on the tapes. Having chosen a couple, she paid for it and headed out. Hiruma had given her a time limit for buying, so she tightened her hold on the umbrella and quickened her pace.

A soft meow caused Mamori to stop short. The kitten she saw earlier was now right in front of her. Up close, its wet fur was a strange red colour and its eyes were swirly silver. Mamori guessed that the kitten was blind. Taking pity on it, she took off her scarf, wrapped it around the kitty and carried it with her to the clubhouse.

"Oi, damn manager! What took you so long?" demanded Youichi Hiruma from his position behind his laptop.

Mamori sighed. Obnoxious and extremely overbearing, Hiruma is the very epitome of all that is evil. She put the bundle on the table and said, "I bought the tapes. It rained so it took me a while to head back here."

He raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at the bundle. "That doesn't look like store-bought tapes."

"It's a kitten. It was wet from the rain so I decided to bring it here."

Hiruma seemed to let the topic be as he said, "We have a new applicant for the team. I want you to record his stats while he's taking the tests."

Mamori nodded as she took the kitty from the scarf and put it on a folded cloth on the corner of the room. Taking her notebook, she headed towards the door.

"Where do you think you're going, damn manager?"

"To the field. I'm going to meet our new applicant, and please stop calling me by that name."

"Tch. He's at the locker room, changing, damn manager." He drawled out the last two words in a way that was meant to annoy her.

Like magic, it worked. A vein bulged on Minori's forehead as she glared her annoyance at the quarterback. However, before she could come up with a smart retort, an extremely tall, good looking young man with dark black hair and bright blue eyes went out of the locker room wearing a #7 jersey.

"Took you that long, noob?" Hiruma drawled out evily, shouldering his submachine gun.

The man smiled good-naturedly. "I'm sorry, I was admiring the locker room. It's the best I've ever seen."

Hiruma smiled his evil smile. "Then you better do your best in the qualifying test. Kekekeke." He unceremoniously tossed the guy's biodata at Mamori.

Mamori scowled at his actions as she read the bio. "Septimus... age 16... like lazy days under the sun...? playing with house pets...? and cleaning after tsu...tsukime...?"

The guy nodded and Mamori sighed. It seems this guy is worse than Taki.

"Kekeke. For your first task, look after the damn kitten, ya-ha," Hiruma said, pointing at the corner.

Septimus saluted and moved to get the cat. As if sensing his intent, the cat launched itself at him and scratched his face and arms.

Mamori moved to help the poor guy but Hiruma stopped her. "If he can't control a damn kitten, he's useless in the field."

The two watched the guy struggle with the kitten. It was really quite hilarious seeing a tall guy struggling to control a mere kitty. A few more minutes passed and still the biting and scratching ensued until the young man whispered something to the kitten and it fell silent. Septimus picked it up and carried it to Hiruma.

"There, done," he said with a grin despite the scratch and bite wound he had.

"Tch. Let's head to the field now. Follow us, damn manager," Hiruma ordered.

Mamori sighed wearily and followed the two to the field. The raid had just stopped so the field was left wet and muddy.

Hiruma went about ordering the poor guy around with his gun at every slight mistake. Surprisingly, the newcomer took it all in stride and followed directions as best as he could. Jotting down his stats, Mamori could see that he was average. No exceptional skills or qualities except for his calm regard to Hiruma's cruel, overbearing, evil treatment.

After the tests, Hiruma looked over Mamori's notes and told Septimus that he would call him with his decision, whatever that means. Septimus smiled so hopefully that mamori took pity on him knowing that despite the torture the quarterback put him to, it doesn't mean he's accepted already.

A/N: I have to stop here for now. Feeling quite dizzy from lack of sleep. Kekeke. *stretch* now i'm being overtaken by my Hiruma-mode. Lol. Ok, I hope you liked what you read and please R&R. Btw, i wrote this story on my mobile phone and i was really to lazy to write it here but my friend eunnah convinced me to go and wirte and so i wrote and i'm now rambling coz of sleeplessness. LMAO.

Once again, R&R pls.