What's this craziness?
Yeah, if your getting some serious deja vu have no fear, your not going crazy yet (well, at least not over this). This is verison 2.0 (read that like two point zero) and this story is going to have a sequal fools! Yeah, you read that right, more! But I wanted to fix a couple of fatal errors in my writing, and fix a couple things that go better with my sequal. So, um, er kinda forcing this upon you (I shrug and feel no shame) but no flamming! Just kidding, flame if it's your heart's desire. I really sugest you re-read this (unless you haven't yet then we're all sorts of cool here) love ya all!
The harsh rain beat down, slamming against the soaked football players and Sena found himself frozen as if any moment his bones could snap like ice. Across the field the American football players, who looked no worse for wear, loomed already on the line of scrimmage.
"You all know the play." Hiruma growled, and Sena looked around at his teammates. Everyone was already beaten and sore, everyone other than Sena. His uniform was spotless, and for some reason – even though it was a real health hazard - he wasn't even wearing a helmet.
"Wait, what play?" He cried just as lighting flashed through the sky and his voice was lost in the rumble that followed. The audience had all but vanished due to the poor lightening; actually the best Sena could see was the line of tall American football players, they seemed to reach over the sky with power alone.
He stumbled around clumsy as everyone else on the Japanese team moved into position, a call he never heard was called out and suddenly Hiruma roughly shoved the ball at him and Sena panicked. What was he supposed to do? Go right, go left?
But everyone, Kuroki, Jyuumonji, Yamato, Agon, Shin, cleared the path for him a bright safe path and Sena could feel himself relax. All he had to do was run the touchdown.
The sky was clear and it was just him running, his teammates and enemies disappearing behind him and Sena headed straight to the goal, to win the game, to earn his part on the team.
An icy chill ran up his spine as a shadow was cast in front of him then, some huge pressure collapsed on top of him. Sena cried as he was slammed into the cold unforgiving ground. The pressure was gone as soon as it came though and Sena was stuck in a petrified daze. It had caught him, he had ran, and it had caught him.
"Come on! Get up!" He looked up soaking in the angry and disappointed glares of his teammates. "I'm sorry!" He cried but even to him his voice sounded enemy. He looked up with despair they had hardly moved at all!
Everyone moved back in position, expect Sena who once again wandered around in confusion, once again Hiruma shoved the ball at him and once again his teammates cleared the path for him.
He couldn't move.
His legs were made out of lead, complete stone. "Sena, move!" Someone called out in desperation and he looked down in horror, his legs were actually sinking into the ground!
"Sena move!"
"Run Sena!"
An enormous football player from the opposite team headed his way plowing everyone out of his way and Sena cried out and flinched expecting the extreme pain that came from being tackled, and far worse than the first time Shin attacked him.
He woke up with a start, falling out of the bed onto the hard carpet floor. His blanket was wrapped around him almost too tight to breathe and Sena struggled for his life. Finally realizing how much embarrassing ruckus he had been making he glanced over to Monta, who was sound asleep not hearing Sena's cry. 'I guess that means I can't really trust Monta to be there for me if someone tried to suffocate me in my sleep'. Sena shook the rather grim humor and climbed back on the bed, whipping at the cold sweat induced from his nightmare.
It had been the same dream, nightmares, for three nights straight, with him not being able to do anything out on the field while his teammates tried their hardest. Sure, to some that wasn't the most horrifying nightmare possible and probably proved that he had a slight perfection complexion probably picked up from attempting to travel in Shin's footsteps. But he wasn't a powerhouse like Shin and thus people were more willing to point it out to him than they would have Shin.
That didn't stop the truth though, the real reason Sena had nightmares – he wasn't as fast as Panther; with his amazing athletic body he had run 4.1, no sweat. It had nearly killed Sena the first time he ran 4.2 and continued like that for a long amount of time. And since Sena wasn't even a natural athlete like Panther, what was the possibility he would be able to improve his speed?
Realizing he wouldn't be able to sleep again and feeling reckless from mentally picking on himself, Sena crawled out of the bed dragging a blanket out the hall with him, careful to shut the door lightly, just in case Monta did end up waking up. He wandered down the hall not quite sure what to do with himself. Making a quick bathroom visit he tried to decide if he wanted to put in the effort to go back to the room and get money for the vending machines.
But realized in time, that none of the vending machines on their level worked, due to Shin's unfortunate disability to be around electronics. So instead he continued wandering amiss down the halls.
The hotel Hiruma had 'found' (at such an over reasonable price) was heated but out in the lonely and empty hallway Sena shivered wrapping the blanket around him tighter. Strange enough winter here wasn't much different from winter in Japan, despite the whole opposite sides of the world thing. Pilling the blanket up higher he tried to keep it from dragging on the ground too much. Not in the mood for walking Sena turned at the end of the hallway into the room with the TV.
The rec room as everyone else called it was deserted, as he expected, and Sena flopped down on an empty couch making himself as comfortable as possible and wrapping the blanket around him tightly, not wanting to release any precious body heat. 'I really have to get some sleep.' Sena realized but instead wiggled a hand free of his blanket cocoon and picked up the remote off the floor.
Making sure to keep the volume down he flipped through the satellite directed stations, there must have been hundreds with the same thing playing on every channel. Junk. For a brief moment Sena wished that he had Hiruma's laptop. Just to go on the internet, even despite the risk of touching Hiruma's property, because the internet was one of the best ways to waste time.
Back before he played football, during the summer he would stay up until the early hours of the morning doing nothing important or productive for hours straight. Thinking about it he hadn't been on a computer for at least a couple months now. Suddenly Sena really wanted to just go online, to melt out his mind and ruin any brain cells that were thinking about losing against Panther.
"What the hell are you doing up?"
Sena fell off the couch and face planted on the floor. It really hurt, but he hardly noticed over the hammering of his heart and he started going into scared gopher mode. "A-Agon-san! You really scared me!" Sena stuttered feeling color flood his cheeks. Agon raised an eyebrow not looking all that amused, or tired. Feeling rightfully ridiculous Sena managed to tear his way through the heavy blanket ignoring as the hair on his arms prickled from the cold.
Easing himself back on the couch Sena gave Agon a look he hoped didn't look too nervous. Agon was still fully dressed and had approached the opposite direction of the rooms. He was leaning the majority of his weight on the door frame and was still wearing his purple shades, which on anyone else would have looked stupid, but he was too mincing for stupid to happen.
'He must have been out the whole time.' Sena realized backtracking his thoughts, and looked up the digital clock above the TV, 1 a.m.
"Why are you crying?" Agon asked looking mildly curious, mildly as in not at all. "Cr-crying?" Sena repeated horrified even at the aspect. To his horror when he brushed his hand against his face, it was damp from salty tears Sena hadn't even noticed running down his face. What had caused such a horrendous thing to happen? Was the lack of sleep breaking down the walls of his sanity? What now, he was going to ask Hiruma for a hug?
Unable to have Agon think of him as a total spineless coward, (that, um, wasn't entirely true after all, well, maybe) Sena wiped the evil tears away. "Oh, um, I-I f-f-fell off the, the, um couch! Yeah, on my face! And it really hurt, badly!" He announced tactlessly and Agon shrugged but didn't call him out for pointless lying. Instead he turned his head to the TV and snorted in way only he could manage to also sound like a sneer.
"You actually watch this crap." He said as a statement rather than a question. Since he hadn't exactly been paying attention to what channel he had landed on, Sena only stared at the TV blankly. Sheepishly he bent down to gather the remote off the floor.
"Um, I don't usually watch pro-wrestling." Sena announced weakly just as Agon thrust himself down on the other side of the couch. It make a weak noise of annoyance, great the couch was braver than he was.
Sena stiffened as alarms started going off in his head, thousands of years of instincts poking at him. What was the cause for this? Maybe Hiruma had put Agon up to this, why Sena wouldn't be able to tell, but never before had Agon ever acknowledge Sena's existence unless the situation called for it. Even then he wouldn't say more than five words. (Three out of those five would also be 'trash'.) And whenever something freaky happened, Sena was gaining the habit of believing that Hiruma had something to do with it.
Sena had never taken Agon ignoring him personally, after all as far as he knew that's how Agon pretty much treated everyone. Other guys on the team, people on the street, small children – everyone was given the "you are trash and shall forever be trash" glare before they began to doubt their existence.
But now it was almost as if…Agon was…making…small talk. The sentence went against everything Sena knew about the egoist dread head. And against a couple of his laws of physics.
"I use to wrestle." Agon announced leaning over to take the remote from Sena. Sena quickly jerked his head away, but not after catching the strong scent carried off Agon's breath. His mouth flew open into a small 'O', there was no doubt about it. Agon had been drinking. There was no way to tell how much, but obviously enough that he was willing to chat with Sena, which for the slightest egocentric teen was more than enough. Hopefully he hadn't driven to the hotel.
Determined not to anger Agon, Sena turned his attention to the TV. "It looks-" one of the long haired wrestlers started beating the living daylight out of his opponent with a metal chair, "fun." Sena swallowed wide eyed. Suddenly his reiterating nightmare didn't seem all that scary even more when paired next to a fully grown man who was wearing nothing other than flash pants and a long fo-hawk that put Musashi to shame.
Trying to not be avoid Sena scooted to the edge of the couch, silently planning his escape, when Agon's arm stretched around the couch and wrapped around him, forcing him across the couch, closer to Agon. 'I-I can't breath!' He screamed inwardly, because without oxygen out loud he could only manage a couple spurted gasps.
"See, here's the story," oh Kami-sama, Agon hadn't just been drinking, he was drunk. "I join baseball, you know? It's famous and crap, and guess what? Everyone plays like shit, acts like shit, and are worthless pieces of trash. Who the hell would want to play with shitty pieces of trash?" He growled and Sena whimpered weakly in response.
Agon took that as a reasonable answer, but pulled Sena even closer, so that the younger boy was practically sitting on his lap.
M-maybe he was still dreaming a-and this was his subconscious telling him that there were worst things than nightmares. Agon grabbed Sena's shoulder pressing him against his own body of pure in which was a really, kinda, impropriate way. Sena hissed, when it suddenly got worse, Agon's hands, dry and rough slipped under his shirt and worked his way up Sena's shirt.
He should have ran, maybe even should have started yelling for help because what Agon was doing surely wasn't aloud. And was probably against the law, well it was something that Mamori wouldn't approve that's for sure. But could Sena even fight against Agon even if he tried? Even drunk as he was, he had managed to walk across the room and sit with ease. Even if the alcohol dulled his reflexes that just meant that Agon would go from having god-like reflexes, to having demigod reflexes.
Suddenly Sena's whacked out mind brought a strange thought, Agon standing on top of the Empire State Building, Sena in hand fighting off mini-devilbats that buzzed them. So yeah, Sena really wasn't reacting well. Agon's hands brushed up his sides and he winced when a hand brushed against his ribcage where he just happened to be ticklish. Agon paused for a moment and Sena froze too, great he was going to die from being ticklish. Stupid ribcage.
But Agon continued upward, why wasn't Sena breathing shouldn't he be breathing? He tried to get his breath in rhythm with Agon's which was easy since Agon was breathing directly into his ear. Agon's hands finally stopped on his bare chest, inclosing around it. His hands almost could wrap about Sena completely and probably would have been able at one point, if it weren't for the thin layer of muscle he gained.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Sena asked before he could stop himself, and turned his head as far as he could to see Agon's reaction. His brow was pressed together almost forming one light, like what Monta did whenever he was trying to figure out one of the Ha-Ha Brothers' monkey jokes. Agon's hands brushed slightly and suddenly it clicked for Sena, Agon was just reacting to what he normally probably did to girls.
He blushed, not quite sure why that made him happy. Was it because now he knew he wasn't going to get raped? Maybe. "What are you smiling about?" Agon asked his words slurring, why did it seem that he was getting drunker and drunker as the time pasted? "Nothing," Sena muttered turning away not quite understanding the sensation in his lower stomach. Like the same feeling when he was about to start a big game – butterflies. But that didn't make sense, he wasn't going to play anytime soon.
"Cuuuuuuute," Agon whispered, almost directly into Sena's ear and his face flooded red and he nearly jumped across the room, had Agon not been holding onto him. Sena's hand did press against the remote though and the channel flipped at random. Agon looked up, to see what it was. Baseball, Sena also noticed, before getting a kink in his next and having to turn back to Agon.
But Agon's attention was focused solely on the TV, "What a bunch of trash, they wouldn't just let me play damn pitcher, nope let the failures do that," he growled and turned Sena so he could see the TV better. "Look at that, bad start up yeah and the trash batter makes the homerun." Agon continued to complain, while Sena sat on his lap only somewhat listening.
Listening to how much of a failure everyone was, it just kinda made him depressed.
When the game ended Agon continued talking explaining his athletic career, after shitty baseball it had been soccer - but he hated being the damn goal so, like hell he quit. Basketball was just full of assholes, and he wasn't even allowed to kick their asses. Then came martial arts, too easy no one was as fast as him. He didn't bother with fucking tennis – it was a damn girl sport.
At first Sena listened with wide eyes, always worrying what would happen if Agon suddenly sobered up and noticed Sena on his lap, one hand resting against Sena's stomach while the other waved around in the air for dramatic gestures. If what if someone walked in right then and got the wrong impression.
Or even worse – what if Shin walked in?
Sena knew the dark haired training addict woke before the sun to work out but he never had been able to pin-point the exact moment Shin got up even though it was probably all on a schedule to being the best powerhouse in the world (or whatever Shin's personal goal was).
But after the first couple hours Sena felt his muscles loosen and he didn't bother to hide his yawns, since Agon was too engulfed with his story telling to notice. Sena didn't even bother thinking about the risk of resting his head against Agon's shoulder, using his capturer as a giant, slightly hard pillow. He watched as Agon's lips moved, until the words simply disappeared and he slipped into the deepest slumber since they had arrived in America.
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"I'm surprised that Agon didn't try to sabotage the equipment and uniforms again. Not that I'm complaining though." Takami announced pushing his glasses up and sending Hiruma a mildly curious look that asked, What the hell did you do now?
Hiruma only grinned, made eye contact with Sena, and gave the boy a very obvious wink. Five other people noticed the glance and eyebrows rose. "Sena, would you have something to do with this?" Yamato asked carefully, sending Agon an almost jealous look, if seen in the right light (like daylight).
Agon in response glared at them all with killer intent, and made sure to make it quite obvious of his distance from Sena. In response Sena hunched down a little, as if it was his fault that Hiruma had wired his personal cameras into the rec room on the first day they had came to the hotel. He had flashed 5 of the pictures for Sena to see.
Picture 1: Sena's face red as he stared up at Agon who was starting to slid his hands up Sena's shirt a drunken grin on his face while Sena looked like he was going to sneeze in fright.
Picture 2: It was the 'cuuuuuuute' scene with Agon leering forwards and Sena looking positively horrified but with a red blush that wasn't as dark as Sena remembered.
Picture 3: Sena's back was to the camera and he was facing Agon, it wasn't as bad but indicated they were doing something they shouldn't.
Picture 4: Their faces were inches away from each other, and from the direction of the camera it almost looked as if they were kissing.
Picture 5: Sena curled up on Agon's lap, one of Agon's hands pressed against his back to keep him from falling back, the other touching his face. (That one confused Sena at first, but he realized that once he was asleep maybe Agon had tried to get his attention.
"N-no," Sena croaked answering Yamato's question, but only coming off all the more suspicious to his teammates.
Well, on the bright side, at least Sena wasn't having horrifying nightmares anymore, the fear of wandering out of bed and meeting up with Agon again keep him secured in bed. The fact that Agon could be out there, drunk and chatty, was enough to scare any of Sena's nightmares away.
And Hiruma had been leering at him ever since it happened, every moment he got.
"No secret love affairs Sena-chan." Mizumachi warned playfully to Sena's horror, and his eyes flew to the opposite side of the bench to caught Agon's reaction. He twitched and wore an expression that could have melted an egg, shell and all.
"Wait, what about love?" Mamori asked thrusting herself into the conversation pressing her hand against Sena's forehead for some reason having her First Aid kit out. Mizumachi opened his mouth to reply but luckily Kakei walked past and smacked upside the head, his expression serious as stone turning the whole trial.
"Mamori-chan, help me!" Suzuna cried, hearing the words 'love' and 'Sena' Mamori had abandoned the cheerleader who was now struggling to hold the whole water cooler aloof.
"Sorry!" Mamori gave Sena a serious look; we shall talk about this later before heading back to the nearly crushed Suzuna. Sena shook his head trying to shake away the thought of explaining to Agon. He looked up, just in time to caught Agon's eyes, which had been balanced on him.
The second they made eye contact Agon sneered, getting off the bench off to find someplace farther away from Sena, but before he did, gave Sena a quick, almost impossible to catch smile before heading off.