FASH: Holy mother, this is the first fic I'm writing in a really looonnggg time… Of course it could be because, you know, collage and the whole 30 hours of homework a week thing. But it really feels good to be writing again! This is my first Eyeshield 21 fic, it takes place sometime before they fight the NASA Aliens, and I hope the characters aren't too out of character…

Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield #21, if I did then my sweetie (Sena) would more then likely be the objects of everyone's affections.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENA! 12/21/06

""-Speech

''-Thoughts

It was just an average morning in the Deimon district, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and in the field of Deimon Private Senior High School the sound of gunfire rang through the crisp morning air, followed by the occasion cackle or YA-HA!

Morning practice for the Deimon Devil Bats had begun, and the manager couldn't be more worried.

Sena was not here yet, Sena would not miss practice (unless he wanted the barrel of an AK-47 pressed against his temple courtesy of a demonic quarterback) and that could only mean one thing, the thing Mamori feared the most.

Sena must be sick.

When Sena got sick, he got sick, he had the regular symptoms like being feverish, dizzy and weak, but he could hardly drink water without throwing up and sometimes he even experienced hallucinations. Worst of all, when Sena was sick he was always extremely contagious and even she, his beloved Mamori-neechan could not properly nurse him back to health.

And it certainly didn't help matters that Hiruma was being a complete jackass about Sena's absence. Honestly, she'd heard enough threats about what he was going to do to her Sena once he showed up to last her a lifetime. She'd even taken out her mop and tried to put him into place, but that never worked.

Damn it, where did he hide all of those guns anyways!?

She forced herself to straighten her posture when said gun toting jackass made his way towards her, glaring at her expectantly as if she was keeping all the answers to herself.

Alright, so she was keeping information away from him, but it was for his own good, unless he had the greatest immune system known to mankind there was no way he would be able get to Sena and scare him into coming to practice without getting sick himself, and then the whole team in the process.

"Oi, fucking manager, where's the shrimp?" Hiruma asked with a sharp edge in his voice. Mamori 'hmmph-ed' ad turned her head away. "Sena is probably sick from you making him run with the rest of the team yesterday, in the pouring rain."

Hiruma scoffed. "Everyone else is fine, maybe the kuso chibi is playing hookey." Hiruma's eyes narrowed a bit and Mamori clenched her fists.

"Sena would never do something like that! He's committed to the team!"

Half of said team had stopped practicing to watch the verbal battle.

Hiruma grinned. "Well if he's so committed to the team, then he should be here even if he's sick." He sauntered off somewhere, but not before firing off a few shots to get the team back to work.

Momori bit back a sigh, vaguely wondering whether she should tell Hiruma about how contagious Sena was, or if she should just let him find that out for himself.

Well no use wondering about that now, classes would start soon.

Sena slowly opened his eyes, gazing at his ceiling in bewilderment. Had it always rippled like that? He rolled over gently, trying not to upset his stomach, he had bowed to the porcelain God enough times today.

'… Was my door always that shape?' It seemed a lot taller and thinner than normal, or maybe it had always been that way? Sena curled up under the covers, placing his freezing hands on top of his burning forehead and shuddering at the contact.

He heard his door creak open and tried to tell whoever it was, probably his mother, not to come in, his whole room was covered in germs, but, and not for the first time that day, his voice failed him.

He sighed, taking his freezing hand away from his burning forehead and peeling the covers off of him, eyes widening at the person in front of him.

Elves didn't exist right? Or did they? Why was one in his room right now? A very pretty, tall elf, with long blond hair, slanted green eyes and a wry smile on her face and she stepped forward, her mouth moving, but for some reason Sena couldn't hear anything at all, and he suddenly felt very sleepy.

The elven maiden moved even closer, and placed a warm, long fingered hand against Sena's forehead, Sena looked up at her wordlessly, his eyes glazing over, there was something very familiar about this elf, maybe he had seen her before? Maybe in a dream. Maybe this was all a dream. Sena smiled at the thought of waking up in the morning and being completely fine.

The elven girl frowned at him and moved her face to be at level with his, she seemed to be angry, but Sena could not hear her and had never been able to read lips, but he looked at her lips anyways, entranced by them.

Hiruma was starting to get really pissed off; Sena wasn't answering any of his questions! He sighed and was about to turn away, when he felt a hand curl in his hair and soft lips on his.

Sena was kissing him… What the fuck!

He tore the boy off of him, and was about to pull out a couple of his guns to threaten him, Sena being sick or not, but stopped when he noticed Sena was asleep, and didn't show a sign of waking even as Hiruma roughly shook his shoulders.

Hiruma growled and let the boy fall back on the bed, dismayed to find his cheeks heating up.

Sena had kissed him, Sena's lips had felt really soft, Sena… Was wearing pajamas with hearts on them…

Hiruma quickly pulled out his camera and snapped a shot before going back onto his previous train of thought.

'Damn it! Sena has really girly lips, except they're not covered in any disgusting lip stuff, and they're even softer… What the fuck!' Hiruma held and hand to his head and glared at Sena, eyes narrowing and lips curling into a sneer. Sena rolled onto his side and curled up into a ball, shivering. Hiruma's expression softened a bit and he allowed himself to pull the pile of covers up over Sena, his mind whirling with thoughts he'd never had before.

But all thoughts always seemed to back and focus on how really, really soft Sena's lips were.