Oh hey, it's been a while since I posted anything worthwhile, and since that there are very few decent Eyeshield 21 fanfics out there, I thought that maybe I can take a shot at it, with Hiruma's guns of course. Oh yeah, and I'm following up to the manga, to an extant.
Disclaimer, do I really have to? All fanfic authors know that they don't have a claim in any copyrighted material! Fine, just stop pointing that gun to my neck Hiruma, geez! I do not own Eyeshield 21! Happy now Shonen Jump?! But I do own all the OC's, so suck on that!
Chapter One - Humble Beginnings
American Football, also known as Amefuto, in this sport, the factors that determine the outcome of the game are: Power, Strategy, and Speed. A game requiring of skill, tactics, and grit, Football is a pastime known for its complexity in gameplay.
A short, brown-haired boy sprinted through his neighborhood and as he reached Deimon High School, skidded to a halt. He pulled out and looked at his high school entry card, hoping he got accepted in. "Sena!" He heard a familiar girl's voice, only to see a girl taller than him, with short, light brown hair, waving at him, "Over here!"
He knew this girl; she well a year over him and was relatively close to him and as well as living close to him. Timidly, Sena greeted, "H-h-hey, Mamori." Mamori showed him the big board where it where it showed if students were admitted, asking what the number on his score card. Apprehensively he answered "Umm…021. Aw, I'm going home; I failed anyway," He was quick to give up but was easily yanked back by Mamori.
021, 021, where was 021? They both scoured the board for Sena's number. "Sena, look over there, there it is!" Mamori spotted it, smack-dab in the middle of the score board. "Great job," She complimented him.
Sena cried tears of joy and relief, "I made it!" Then he mused, with the tears still his eyes, "It's been about 10 years since someone praised me."
Mamori teased him, nudging at him with her elbow, "And you used to be horrible at Math and English; I guess you owe it all to me, huh?" Reflecting on the special moment, Mamori said, "Well, well, looks like you're going to be my underclassman again, Sena."
"We haven't been gone to the sane school since elementary school," Sena commented.
"You lucky guy; aren't you glad you get to walk to school with your beautiful childhood friend?" She ribbed her elbow into Sena's arm.
"Yeah…" he said timidly.
'I'm so glad… Congratulations, Sena' Mamori eyes started to swell up in tears. "Sena… con-," she paused herself.
Sena was puzzled, "'Con'?"
"Umm… oh yeah… I'll go get you an information packet!"
"Huh? What?" Sena wondered what just transpired, "Mamori-oneechan… was she just crying?"
Nonetheless, Sena couldn't believe that he passed an entry exam, and now he was about to enter high school. However, unbeknownst to him, two figures leered at him from behind a wall; one was thin, with spiky blonde hair and a devilish grin, while the other was a bigger, more imposing behemoth. A predatory gaze was beamed on Sena by the blonde, "That kid got in, Fresh Meat!"
~xxx~
Meanwhile, in the same area, a second boy, much more aloof boy slowing sauntered his way to the same school, while listening to music from in his mp3 player. Where the first boy was just barely above 5'0" (152 cm), this boy was a few inches shy of 6'0" (183 cm). He was skinny and lanky with short kept, messy black hair. Coolly, he made his way to the big board, pulling out his enrollment card to check to see if he got in, "Let's see, 039." He scanned the score panel, looking for his assigned admittance number, and found it on the far left side, which was reserved for those who had made exceptional marks, "Oh wow, I knew I got in but didn't expect making that high of a grade."
Then something interrupted his musing, "Congratulations, you did it!" The boy had heard a commotion in the middle of the assembly only to see a fiendish-looking guy with spiky blonde hair and a big guy with a helmet on his head, both of them wearing football uniforms, crimson jerseys, pads, and all, rushing some poor short kid in a Mao Junior High uniform and tossing him into the air in false praise.
The hair on the back of the boy's neck stood on end, "If that's who I think it is, I need to get out of here. It's a good thing he doesn't have a threat on me, it's like he doesn't know that I exist, which is a blessing." The boy ran into the school to hide, hoping to escape out of different entrance of the school, only to run into someone, "Umph!" "Ouch!" both the boy and the second person fell onto the floor. The boy got up and dusted himself off, "Sorry about that, I was in a bit of a rush."
He extended a hand out to the girl he ran into; she was a beautiful girl who was about his height, with chestnut brown hair. She joked, "I guess someone is in a rush to learn."
The boy chuckled, "Nah, I was trying to get out of dodge. My name is Ayumu, Davidson Ayumu Daichi." The girl was stunned.
The girl inquired, "Davidson? Isn't that an English name?"
Ayumu confirmed it, "Yep, I'm half-American."
The girl was excited, "Oh wow, really? I'm American too, one-fourth though. Pleased to meet you by the way, I'm Anezaki Mamori." Then Mamori asked, "Why were you in such a rush anyway?"
Nervously he answered, "Oh, I saw these two guys rushing First-Years, and I didn't want to get caught."
Mamori was shocked, "Two guys were rushing First-Years? Did one of them have spiky blonde hair?"
He told her, "Oh yeah, I saw them tossing some poor little short kid in the air."
"What! Oh no! That must be Sena!" And with that, Mamori ran out the door.
Taking that cue, Ayumu decided to disappear, "I think it would best for me to make my escape now." Ayumu turned a corner to see that spiky blonde haired guy and his heavyweight of an accomplice staring at him ten feet down the hall. He was sweating bullets; he knew who this guy was and what he was about. He muttered "Uh-oh, it's him, Hiruma Yoichi."
Hiruma popped a bubble of gum, shouting to the big guy "Hey! Rush him!"
Ayumu turned tail and ran out, and decided to lose him in the crowd, "Not today, Hiruma is not getting anything on me today."
True to his word, Hiruma lost him, "Damn! I need to find out who he is; he looked like a good recruit."
Hiding a few blocks away, Ayumu was peaked around every street corner, keeping a vigil eye out for Hiruma, "Man, I swear, Hiruma is dangerous; it's a good thing he doesn't have any piece of evidence that can tie me to anything. I know for a fact that he wants people to play for the football team. Well then, if he or anyone else wants me to play, I'll do it on my own terms."
~xxx~
A few minute ago, Sena was standing in the assembly hall when was rushed by two guys and tossed into the air, "YAHA! Congratulations, you did it!"
Sena beamed in thought, "Wow, I've never been thrown up in the air like this before."
One of the two, a thin guy with spiky blonde hair and a devilish grin, donning a blood red football jersey, glaring demonically presented Sena with a cell phone, "Hey call your parents; tell them you got in."
Sena looked in awe "Uh… you're sure it's all right for me to use this?"
The guy just smiled with a toothy grin, "SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE!"
"The upperclassmen at this high school are so nice!" Sena said as he dialed in his phone number. As he got a response, "Uh, Mom, I passed-," the guy swiped the cell out of Sena's hand and took off with the behemoth.
The demon looked into the call log for the number while the big guy looked around to see if they were followed. Demon found what his was looking for, Sena's number, "There it is; I got it!" He shuffled out a bunch of restaurant's take out menus and shelled out at least four more phones. He called each take-out restaurant one could imagine: an Express Sushi, a Quick Pizza delivery, a Speedy Bento, a Chinese take-out eatery, etc. They all requested a phone number which Hiruma obliged. Most of the places didn't give him the info he ordered, but one managed to pull through. He bore that infamous toothy grin, "I got it, his name and address."
The big buy nervously sweated bullets at this display, "Wow Hiruma, it's scary how good you are at this."
Hiruma hustled him, "Kurita, you Damn Fatty, hurry up; on to the next one!"
"Oh, right!" Kurita hurried trying to gather all the menus back up as Hiruma threw the cell phones back in his bag. They tried to catch up to the unsuspecting target but lost him in the crowd. Hiruma thought he saw him go into the school building. He and Kurita stood in the hall when, lo and behold, an aloof, lanky looking boy with short kept, messy black hair emerged from around the corner. The boy stopped dead in his tracks like he saw a ghost. Hiruma had stars in his eyes, a worthy prospect. He popped a bubble of gum, shouting, "Hey Damn Fatty! Rush that kid!"
The boy turned tail and ran out, and decided to lose him in the crowd.
True to his word, Hiruma lost him, "Damn! I need to find out who he is; he looked like a good recruit; it even looked like he ran a 4.6 time."
~xxx~
Later that day, Mamori was waving Sena off, "See you at the matriculation ceremony!"
Sena also wave goodbye, "Okay, I'll see you later, Mamori." As he passed the gate in his yard he saw flyers for the Football Club pouring from his mailbox, hundreds upon hundreds of them. Already inundated with flyers, the house phone went crazy. Sena answers only to get an eerie tape recording, "YA-HA! Join the Football Team! Power, Speed, and Strategy! The triple foundation of the ultimate! Go out now for the Football team! Join us, Darn It!" The phone calls were relentless and the flyers were endless; it was damn near harassment! Sena wanted to break down and cry, "WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
Nearby a devilish fiend lurked all around about the neighbor, cackling. YA-HA!
~xxx~
It's the first day of school and Sena was trying on the school uniform, a green suit with a white shirt and a red tie. It looked good on him, albeit it was a bit oversized for him. Mamori got it for him, under the impression that he'd grow into it. He was about to take off for class when he remember his cell phone; it was a present given to him for making it into high school. He felt it giving him a sense of maturity, but felt a bit downtrodden when he remembered that the only real contact he had in his phone was Mamori.
~xxx~
The same morning, Ayumu was getting ready for school, well, in his own way. He wore a green tee-shirt under his white button up shirt, said button-up left un-tucked, and his crimson red tie hanging rather loosely around his neck. He grabbed his green jacket and his school bag, hung it over his shoulder, headed for the front door.
He was stopped by a voice behind him, "You're going to school like that, Ayumu?"
Ayumu turn to see a middle-aged man with a full beard and a perpetual scowl on his face as the man was leering at his from the living room of his apartment. Ayumu said without a care in the world, "Yeah, I'm going like this. What of it, Dad?"
Ayumu's father sighed, "Look son, I know you like to tune to the beat of your own drum, but please remember that we're in Japan, now. You looking like that doesn't really send the best message. They'll think that you're some Yankii-looking punk." Ayumu's father then rested his hand on Ayumu's shoulder, "Look I just want what's best for you, okay? I don't want to have to through the very same problem you had back when we were still living in America. My number one job is to make sure that you succeed."
Ayumu was aloof, but smile to his father, "I know dad; I'll try and stay out of trouble this time." Ayumu opened the door, but before taking one step out, he dished out to his dad one small wisecrack, "And for the record, Dad, technically, we are 'Yankees'."
~xxx~
Sena was walking up to the school when a voice greeted him from behind, "Morning!" It was Mamori saying hello. Looking at Sena, she decided to straighten up his tie, "Hey, that's too loose!" She sighed, saying, "Sena, this time, you've got to make some friends."
"Hey I've got friends! Some from elementary school and some from junior high" Sena argued back.
Mamori retorted back at Sena, "You can't call them your friends! They always just made you their gopher!" Then looking up ahead at some club recruiters, Mamori got somewhat of a brilliant idea, "Hey I know; why don't you join a club? You can't be so passive! If you join a club, you'll get to talk to upperclassmen."
Sena was a bit peeved, "I-I'm not a little kid, you know!"
Mamori just remembered, "Oh!" She warned Sena, "But there is this on guy; you should never get mixed up with him for sure! His name is Hiruma…" Then Mamori tagged more on the details, "Really, he's such a demonic guy that once he sets his sights on you … he'll suck you dry to the bone before he's through!"
Sena gulped, shaking in fear like he just listened to a campfire story to end all campfire stories. He decided to take note of that name, asking Mamori that name again. Sena asked her to confirm that name, "Hiruma?"
The people who were around them, going about their daily business suddenly just paused dead in their tracks. Then mass panic kicked in at the mention of that name. One guy frantically, fearfully looked to see if Hiruma was around. Another guy whined, "A-A-A-AH! Please don't show everyone my love letter! One girl let out an ear-piercing, blood-curdling scream. Then one guy grabbed on to Sena, begging for Sena to hide him; the guy scared the hell out of Sena. Sena ran away, shaking the guy off, leaving Mamori in the dust.
~xxx~
Ayumu was casually walking to class, passing by some of his new schoolmates that were lingering around the gate. Some of them looked at him, how he carried himself, with his remote-like attitude, thinking that he looked like a delinquent. But he didn't care; he'd rather just thump to the beat of his own drum. He just walked through the gates like it was no one's business, as he was staring at the clouds, lost in though.
"Hey you," someone, a girl accosted him from behind. He turned to see who it was that called was that called him out, only to see it was the girl he saw from yesterday, Mamori, in the school's female uniform, a white blouse with a blue skirt, a red tie, and a green blazer, along with what looked like a scowl on her face, ranting, "Don't you think it would be appropriate if you were to straighten up your uniform?"
Ayumu acted surprised, albeit looking uninterested, "oh hey, you're that girl I met the other day, Anezaki-san, right?"
Mamori recognized him, "Oh yeah… and you're that American student, Davidson-san, I met you at the assembly hall, but that's beside the point. Why aren't you wearing your uniform the way like you're supposed to?"
In a standoffish manner, Ayumu brushed her question off, "Why? Well, that's certainly a trivial question, because I want to, that's why."
Mamori was furious, "I'll have you know, that as a member of the Student Disciplinary Committee, I'll have to write you up for this infraction." She warned him.
But Ayumu didn't care, "Write me up all you want, it's not going to do you much good. I'm not going to conform to something as petty as a uniform dress code."
Oh, was she angry, "Where on Earth do you get to act with such arrogance."
Ayumu just smiled, "I'm half-American, remember?" But when he stopped and turned back a bit, "Let me ask you a question about conformity, Mamori; this is strictly a rhetorical question, of course. Why bang on the Taiko drums like everyone else when you can tap on the snares?" And with that, coolly, Ayumu headed to class, leaving behind a furious Mamori along with a bunch of curious onlookers who caught a glimpse of his defiant attitude.
~xxx~
The school bell tolled, meaning that it was the end of the day. As Ayumu was preparing to leave, he checked his watch, 2:45 p.m. He opened his locker to get shoes when he discovered thumbtacks in them, along with a note that said, "Go back to America, stupid Gaijin!" Of course the half-American boy found it amusing, sarcastically announcing "Cute; that's real mature." He balled the note up and tossed it aside and aimless poured the tacks onto the ground, not caring of who might step in them later. He looked at his watch again, 2:53 p.m. and thought aloud, "Huh, I guess I've got time. I think I'll go to the hospital, today." After changing out his shoes, Ayumu picked up his stuff and exited to school, now en route to a local hospital.
~xxx~
Even though school was over for the day, Sena lingered in his classroom while some of his classmates just kind of lounged around for a bit; he was perusing over different flyers he got from some clubs that he might join, but none of them were appealing to him. BZZZZ, he got a text message from Mamori, saying, "If anyone tries to make you their gopher, say 'you'll Rock-Paper-Scissor them' for it!" He just sighed, "I told her… I'm not a little kid anymore."
A few moments later Sena somehow found himself in the company of three troublesome-looking, juvenile delinquents. One of them had spiky blond hair and wore orange-tinted glasses as he was squatting on the ground, reading a manga. The second was leaned up against a wall as he was smoking; he sported dark, medium-length hair. Lastly was the de-facto, head honcho of the trio, who was sitting on top of a trash can; he had platinum blonde hair in a buzz cut, and like the second of the punks, he too was taking a drag from his cigarette.
As he took a puff, he ordered Sena, "Sena, go get me a sweet roll."
As timid as ever, Sena wondered how he got in this situation, "…but I only just met this gut in class today" Then he remembered what Mamori had suggested to him, quietly, trying to mutter, "Um… Rock, Paper…"
The trio looked at him. "Huh?", "What!?", "WHAT!?" fired in rapid succession.
"N-NOTHING!" Sena cried in panic.
Sena ran off to do the errand with one crony leading off with a threat, saying "Be back in five minutes" and the other crony finishing with, "So, don't be late, or else".
ZOOM! Sena rush in great haste to the school store and back, wondering "Why?! Why don't this happen to me?!" "They were sold out," He informed them.
"Huh?", "What!?", "WHAT!?" The punk trio, again, shouted in rapid succession. The dark-haired furiously booted Sena to the wall, "There's no way you made it to the school store so fast, you idiot!" The delinquent with the glasses proposed, "He needs to be punished." Seeing a bunch of other students nearby, the lead punk stopped them, "Wait, not here," Then he notice a side building, suggesting, "How about that run-down shed?"
Sena pleaded with them, "B-but they really were sold out! Seriously, I've been a gopher since kindergarten, so I've gotten pretty fast! Then Sena saw all the equipment in the shed, and figured out that it belonged to the football team.
The punks just tossed Sena aside into a pile of equipment, as one of the thugs took stock in the room, "Hey… this must be the football team's room. The dark-haired one of the trio suited up in shoulder pads, a helmet, and a red jersey with #21 on it, saying "I'm all suited up" One of the other thugs just joked, "Hah! You look stupid!"
Just then a large, jolly-looking student was humming as he was happily making his way to the shed. He rattled the door open to find the three punks in the clubhouse, "Y-you guys… It can't be… are you here for the football team tryouts!?"
The trio looked at the big guy. "Huh?", "What!?", "WHAT!?" they all fired in rapid succession. The leader shouted, "what are you talking about!? We're busy here! Get lost, you hear?" The one in the helmet and pads tried to tackle the heavy, happy giant, only to be stopped in place.
The big guy was excited and just thought that they were auditioning for a roster spot "Oh! You want to be a lineman?" The other two pushed into him as well but the large football player couldn't budge, as he lectured them, "You see, when you're coming at a blocker, take the heel of your palm and plant it into your opponent's armpit and push off, like this, FUNURGHBAH!" He flipped them over and tossed them out he tossed them out of the shed. As they skidded up to the wall of the school, he checked to see if they were okay. But his strength scared them, so ran off leaving behind the helmet, shoulder pads, and jersey. The giant gathered up all of the discarded equipment, disappointed, "Man… and they were the first ones who wanted to join." By this time, he found Sena left in the room. "There's… There's still one left!" He thought.
He helped Sena up and introduced himself as Kurita, trying to make Sena feel at home, "Here! Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable!" Kurita offered, "Care for Tea, Coffee, or…"
But Sena nervously interrupted with a decline, "No…Uh…That's…It's just that I'm not here to try out…"
"AWWWWWW!" Kurita was disheartened, "I see… That's okay. Fine, really… Please, go ahead and enjoy your tea…" It was obvious to Sena that the big lug was disappointed. As he poured an extremely high inordinate amount of sugar cubes in his drink, Kurita offered to Sena, "How many dozen sugars to you take?" Sena just opted for one cube.
As he took a sip of his tea, took a look around everything in the clubhouse, "A sports team…," he thought. "I hadn't even thought of joining one. It'd be kind of cool. Yeah, but it's too much for me. The only sport I've really played is dodge ball."
Kurita was sighing, grumbling in frustration, "I guess we'll only have two players again this year, and we have a game coming up."
Sena asked him, "Can you play rugby with only two people?"
Kurita corrected with, "No, not with two people, and this is football, not rugby. You need at least 11 players; for our games we get 'support' from other sports teams." He then pulled out a tape to show to Sena, "Here's a video of last year's games! Take a look! Football's great!" As the video was playing, Sena could see how rough the game looked. "He doesn't look so good; go get a stretcher!" Sena was shaking. Kurita went into further detail, "Both of them fainted and had to be taken away. In the end, we lost."
Kurita just confirmed Sena's suspicions, "Yep, this sport is definitely not for me." Sena thought.
Still depressed, Kurita mused his sorrow while taking a sip, "Oh well, I won't even get to see the "C" in the Christmas Bowl."
"The Christmas Bowl?" Sena wondered.
Kurita explained it to him, "The All-Japan Championship game; it's where, once a year, on Christmas day, the best teams from the East and the West e off. It's really amazing! And at Tokyo Stadium, the replays are broadcast on the giant screen.
"Wow!" Sena was astounded; he didn't even know that there was a high school sporting event that big.
Kurita continued on, "It's like the last major battlefield in a war! Someday, I'll stand on that field with the rest of them. You see, I'll know we'll probably lose, but I really need us to compete in the next game. With all of us united towards a common goal, we literally collide against our opponents! The moment is ablaze with passion."
Sena was inspired, almost as if he wanted to be a part of the team. Then he noticed the Football Club's poster; he saw that in the bottom left-hand corner, he saw that the club was also recruiting team managers. He asked Kurita about it, "What's a 'team manager'?"
Kurita broke down the job, "Oh that? They do what's called scouting: they analyze the opponent plays, set up visiting games, and handle the general equipment duties; essentially, they are ultimately responsible for the team's administration."
Sena's imagination ran wild: he envisioned himself looking more business savvy, typing away on a laptop while analyzing the opponent through a camcorder. His imaginary self turned to a fictional coach, "Coach, I've discovered the opposing team's weakness.
The fake coach was amazed, "What you already figured it out!"
The made-up Kurita was definitely enthused, "You did it again, Sena!" While a pretend Mamori praised him on, "Sena, you're so cool!"
The fake coach broke into tears of joy, "It's all thanks to you that we're going to make it the Christmas Bowl!" Oh, he probably loved that fantasy.
He then remembered Mamori's words from earlier that morning, "Sena, you can't be so passive!" He saw this as a chance to be something more than somebody's gopher, so he decided to go for it, "Kurita, d-do you think that I could be the team manager?"
Kurita was definitely exited from Sena's proposal, "What!? Of course! He then grabbed onto Sena's wrists, swinging around, much to Sena's discomfort, "Yeah! Let's go for it, to the Christmas Bowl!" Eventually settled down and Sena got to rest easy for the most part, digging into the cake with their tea.
~xxx~
Right now, Ayumu found himself at the Intensive Care Ward of Joka-Machi Hospital. He walked up to desk of Nurse Oka, the hospital's hauntingly grim-looking head nurse, to see if he was able to visit a patient in the ICU.
Nurse Oka answered his inquiry, "I'm sorry but your friend is currently getting prepped for surgery. I'll curse the doctors if your friend doesn't get any better."
Ayumu joked to the ghastly nurse, "Well now, let's not put a hex on the recovery just yet. If anything, I'll stop by a temple later and pick up some good luck charms." Ayumu decided to head home, saying to Nurse Oka, "Well if the surgery is going on right now, then I don't need to disturb the peace. I'll come back some other time. Later!"
~xxx~
It was getting late and Sena was on his way home; walking on a pedestrian overpass, he was looking at his phone, with a brand new contact, happy with the fact that he had made a new brand friend in Kurita. But then he was knocked to the ground; it was the three from earlier, with the ringleader confronting him, "We've been waiting for you, Sena. That fat ass, do you know him? If you'll tell us where we can find him, then we'll let you go."
Sena was whimpering from the punch as the brown-haired punk was swinging around a wooden baseball bat, asking "but do you think one baseball bat is enough? He was so strong…"
The leader of the trio assured him of their plans, "One bat will be fine, because I already called the police."
The glasses-wearing punk wondered, "The police?"
The ringleader continued on, "We just have to get him to fight us; then we'll say that fat boy attacked me with that bat and gave me this injury. That'll get him suspended from any future football games." One of them cheered, "Right On!"
Sena was shocked; he couldn't bear to see them goad Kurita into a fight like that. Sena knew the dreams Kurita had, "You see, I know we'll probably lose, but I really us to compete in the next game, and win every game until we into the Christmas Bowl." Sena couldn't bear guilt as heavy a Kurita by taking away his friend's dream. He got angry; and he had with these punks.
Taking a puff from a cigarette, the ringleader commanded Sena for information, "Come on… out with it, tell us, and we'll let you go."
Sena grew defiant, "No…", and tried to act tough, screaming, "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. You can hit me if you want, but I won't talk!" His only problem was that, they had no problem with whooping him.
While the dark-haired thug was airing out some practice swings with the baseball bat, the ringleader was cracking his knuckles, "Hmm, I guess we'll see how your body feels about that."
Sena was panicking, kicking in the air, as the punk with the glasses held him up, "I really don't want to get beat up!" But the spike blonde noticed the phone in Sena's hand, "Hey look, he's got a cell." He yanked it with Sena trying to get it back. Hold Sena back with his foot, he scrolled the phone's address book, "Hah! He's got a girl's number in here!"
The ringleader wanted to take a look, taking Sena's phone in his hand, "Let's see, this "Kurita", that's the guy; we'll get the girl's number too. Sena was furious; surprising the trio of thugs, Sena attacked the lead by biting his hand. As he chomped away to pry his phone loose from the lead punk's grip, his lackey with the bat took a swing at Sena, only to miss. Sena took back possession of his phone and took off as the three goons gave chase. One of them shouted to the other two, "Don't let that little brat get away!"
The lead hoodlum ordered the one with the orange glasses, "Split Up! Cut him off at the station!" The bespectacled punk did as ordered as the leader and the one with the bat chase after Sena. Sena ran down an alley only end up an annual Spring Festival being held by the Deimon Chamber of Commerce.
Coming out of a convenience store, blowing some bubble gum, Hiruma saw on flustered Sena in the crowd "Huh? It's that guy…"
Sena pondered his exit strategy, "Should I hide in the crowd? No, take a detour? Nope, whatever I do, they'll be waiting for me at the station…" Sena saw the two delinquents catching up to him, then glanced at his phone and thought of Kurita and of Mamori, forcing him to make a split decision. He was going to gun it by running.
He took a good hard look at the crowd, where to move, what obstacles to avoid, forging a path to escape. Just as the dark-hair punk was about to grab him, WHOOSH! Sena was off to the races, leaving the two hooligans astonished and Hiruma impressed. Sena managed to slice his way through the festive mass with the two chasing him having trouble trying to keep up as the festival patrons pushed back at them, one of them shouting, "Watch it you fucking hoodlum!"
But Hiruma's eyes were solely glued on Sena, "Looking at those cuts!" He watched Sena in such amazement, already comparing him to pro-style NFL Running Backs. Oh the Devil of Deimon was certainly having his field day with this. While those two punks were chasing down Sena, the glasses wearing hooligan tried to cut Sena off at the subway station entrance, ready to tackle him, but Sena spun around him, leave that ruffian absolutely bewildered, "What the-! I thought I had him." He chased Sena into the subway station, with the other two scoundrels not far behind in hot pursuit.
Although, Hiruma was certainly delighted, "Wow a Spin Move!" He was growing more enthralled with the developing events as the delinquent trio got clipped at the turnstile. Sena flew down the flight of stairs as the bell rang. Time was running out as the subway car began to close the doors. Hiruma was now watching from on top of the fence with great anticipation and one hell of a fiendish glare, cheering Sena on, "Come on, you can make it, Damn Pipsqueak. With those legs, you can do it. FLY!"
And with one final push, at the very last second, Sena leaped in one from the bottom step, flew across the station platform, and managed to squeeze right through the doors of the train at the last second; he was exhausted, timidly saying, "Excuse me."
The three thugs ran down steps of the station, but they were self-thwarted when the punk with the bat slipped on a step, crashing into the other two, and with that, all three tumbled down the flight of stairs missing their opportunity to thrash Sena. Casually, Hiruma casually strolled into the station and sat on the lead punk's head, celebrating "YAHA! TOUCHDOWN!"
In the same subway car as Sena, Ayumu was on the train heading home from Joka-Machi Hospital when he saw the whole spectacle. He smiled at what had transpired. What Ayumu had noticed was that all the moves Sena used to escape were football related, and was pleased at the display of abilities. He decided to help Sena up, "Geez, man! Are you all right?! You aren't hurt, are you?"
"I'm okay, just exhausted." Said Sena, catching his breath.
"Oh okay, cool," said Ayumu, then noticed the uniform Sena had on, "judging by your green uniform, Deimon High School, right?"
Sena confirmed it, "Yeah, I go there, and you?"
Ayumu introduced himself, "I go to Deimon too; my name is Ayumu, Davidson Ayumu Daichi, First-Year, Class Six."
Sena was curious when he hear that name, "Davidson? Mamori-oneechan said there was an American at our school by that name."
Ayumu asked, "Oh cool, so you know Anezaki-san?"
Sena then introduced himself, "Yeah, my name is Sena, Kobayakawa Sena, First-Year, Class Two, please to meet you."
Ayumu pondered, "Sena, huh?" He noted on Sena's running, "You know, Sena? I've got to say, those were some pretty nifty moves you had there."
Chapter – End
So tell me how that was, R&R