AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first Eyeshield 21 fanfic. I really love Taka Honjou for no real reason so I wanted to make this story so bad and I have it all the way past the actual Eyeshield 21 manga. Also is anyone sad that the manga has come to an end?! I am. I was almost crying out my eyeballs and I was at a babyshower that my mother and friend hosted. I hope they make another sequal because it is so good. In the story Taka is younger but still has his laid back bored attiuted but has more emotions. Also the OC's name is Hitomi Sakuraba. She will always be my OC for Eyeshield 21 and for a good reason. Also the rating will change to T when Hiruma appears and M when they get older but the first couple of chapters should be K+ unless you find the word 'sexist' or 'sexism' unappropite. Also they are in seventh grade. Also it will be similar to the manga and anime except for the fact that it really follows Taka's and Hitomi's lives until they get involved in American Football and then it will stray every now and then to go to Hiruma or someone else.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN EYESHIELD 21! NEVER HAD AND NEVER WILL BECAUSE TAKA WOULD BE IN IT A LOT MORE AND THE MANGA WOULD NOT HAVE ENDED! ALSO TAKERU YAMATO AND KARIN KOIZIMU WOULD BE MARRIED REALLy SOON HIRUMA AND MAMORI WOULD BE HAVING THEIR FOURTH BABY! SO YA-HA I DO NOT OWN THIS! ^_^ ON WITH CHAPTER ICHI!

SPORT'S THAT MADE TAKA CHANGE

By: Soraea

Chapter One: Baseball Tryouts: Interesting

Maybe it was just me, the heat, or even my nonexistent imagination. On the other hand, maybe, like most of the time, I was right when I saw a girl, maybe a year younger than me, sitting on the benches with her head down. Her light bluish-blackish hair was put in a non-caringly manner in her black and blue baseball hat.

"Hitomi Sakuraba?" the coach asked uncertainly, the coach being my famous baseball-playing father, Honjou-senshu. Who wouldn't say her name as if she shouldn't be here? The name was obviously feminine meaning that a 'girl' was trying out for a baseball team. Now this was not something you see everyday or even every year. 'Girls' didn't play baseball with the boys because they just didn't so I had to give this 'girl' some credit for trying out for the baseball team. Who knew, maybe she was even "good".

"H-Hai?" a meek voice came from the meek looking Hitomi. When she finally looked up, she just turned red from embarrassment from the unneeded attention. She kept looking anywhere that was not one of the boy's curious faces, though I did not think she needed to with all that hair covering her eyes. Her eyes, I believe even though I did not see them, in the process locked with mine and her face went back to its normal deadly pale color. As her color resumed, determination started to radiate off her.

That is when I seemed to remember the meek girl. She lived with her aunt, grandmother, and grandfather at a funeral home that they owned. Her house was not that far away from mine, just a merely two kilometers. She was born in Nagasaki and only lived in Osaka because of her constant illnesses, needed medical attention plus she refused to live in Tokyo to receive that medical attention.

I was not a stalker because I have never liked a girl in my whole life; I had better issues to worry me. I just merely knew this because we have went to the same school AND have been in the same class since our second year of Kindergarten, she had been to sick to attend the first year of Kindergarten. I remember that she had walked in very happy to meet people her age, but she was very shy, lonely, very clumsy, and of course meek. We were not friends though. The only times we talked was when we HAD to talk to each other because of some project and yet even then few words were exchanged between us.

I knew that for a girl her age, or any age, she excelled at sports. She could run, kick, punch, climb, jog, sprint, and weight lift yet she never put it to good use. She was always meek, and most likely would remain meek. However, even though she was outstanding at sports, I was still a bit surprised to see her here trying out for a boy's baseball team.

Sure, there were not any rules NOT allowing girls to play but the boys just did not let the girls play. It was sort of like a sexist thing, a sexist sport, and everyone that had ever been near Hitomi KNEW that Hitomi was against sexism A LOT. She could not stand sexism, or animal abuse, or child abuse, or any type of abuse, or racism. Those were the only things she would stand up for and well her family and sports but she wouldn't stand up for herself and I found that just a little interesting in the meek, small, petite girl.

"You want to try out for the baseball team with all 'BOYS'?" My father asked putting emphasis on 'boys'.

Hitomi only nodded her lowered head. Some boys scoffed, while others praised Hitomi with their eyes, while the others just checked her out to see if they saw anything about her they liked. Only I did not look interested in Hitomi Sakuraba.

Even my father looked interested. My father's eyes shone with interest and surprise.

"Okay then Sakuraba-chan, show me your run around the bases", my father instructed as he looked at the meek girl. Hitomi stood up carefully but her whole stance was not the one that she wore at school, this stance was a firm, strong, independent, confident, and determined one. Emotions you never feel or see from this girl.

She started to walk over to home base when her left shoulder and my right shoulder accidentally bumped into each other and our eyes met. Her determination only seemed to grow more and a pink blush formed on her deadly pale face. She then quickly walked away to home base ready to run back to home base. I knew she was a good runner so I was expecting a good time. This time the interest slightly showed on my face as I turned around to stare at Hitomi on home base waiting patiently for my father to give her the signal to start.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it was short and weird but at least review or if you want to flame me as hard as you want just consider the poor heart you will break. I promise it gets better! My version of better so lets hope we have similar ideas of better!

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