Here it is, the second chapter to Love 4 Dummies, I'm sooo tired, why must I always pull all-nighters on Saturdays? I really wish I knew that answer. I think I'll go Google it.
Disclaimers:
. I own Eyesh- *gets shoot* may this be a lesson to us all, never pretend to own something or one of - these cuts you off.
Sena sighed and scrubbed the table harder. What did these people do, lather the table in maple syrup before they left? At least they left a good tip, unlike table 3 who didn't even leave a single dollar. (DC: Sry, I'm just not up to figuring out Japan's money system at the moment. It has something to do with yang right?)
"Sena-kun once your done with that table 5 is almost ready to order, 'kay?" Areia Hitomu laughed at a disbelieving expression crossed his face. "But there's a lot of them!" He argued and she shook a disproving finger at him.
"Bad Sena-kun, I'm being nice here. I know these people, their friendly with their wallets so no complaining." Sena nodded meekly and continued to scrub the table before replying. "Really, thanks Hitomu-chan." She shrugged and flipped her orange hair out of her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. And didn't I tell you to call me Areia? Hitomu is so apathetic." Sena scratched the back of his head sheepishly but lucky didn't need to reply.
"Hey waitress we're ready to order!" Someone complained back at table 5 and Sena quickly escaped thanking Kami-sama for the chance. Hitomu wasn't mean or anything, just weird. "Hello I'm Sena I'll be your waiter today, so are we ready to order or should we just get drinks first?"
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The whole thing was probably Sena's fault, he knew skipping was a bad idea. But when Hiruma wants you to do something, logic doesn't seem so important. A little more than a week ago Hiruma had done so, forcing Sena to spy on a Kyoshin Poseidon practice. While Sena was busy believing that he had somehow sinned against Hiruma.
He ended up having to wear a Blue Dolphin cheerleader outfit and make-up thanks to the lovely Taki Suzuna. Somehow Sena was able to pull of being a girl, but screwed up haft-way and fell off the railing from the bleachers. (Don't ask.)
Leaving after that he ran into one of the last people he would have wanted to see him while cross-dressing.
Agon.
After a couple of mentally scaring moments for Sena the older boy once he realized that Sena was indeed a he. Agon then decided to carry Sena back to his school, yes carry, when to nearly have a bloodshed fight with Hiruma- who he somehow already knew- while Sena changed.
The two walked Sena house but decided to drag the smaller boy off to see a movie. Which didn't end well because they decided to see a horror movie (go figure) and after a day like Sena's watching Jason go around chopping people up in his hockey mask was a little to much.
He passed out and woke up ten hours later to find that his house was filled with a killer aura that differed from Hiruma's or Agon's. His mom it turned out hadn't taken to Sena being carried home by two 'glaring scary boys' and was even more displeased to find out that Sena had skipped not one but two classes.
Thus leading to her feeling that Sena had too much time on his hands and after a little bit of scolding and lecturing she whipped out her cell phone. (Sena hadn't even known she owned one.) After a quick cheerful call she explained that Sena would be working as a waiter for the next couple of weeks for him to understand that he didn't want to work at one for the rest of his life.
(Afterwards she had apologized saying that there was nothing wrong with being a waiter and that he'd better not bring that dreaded boy home again, he broke down the front door while coming in and she didn't have any spares left.)
"At least nothing bad can happen to me while I'm here." Sena thought cheerfully, so far he was having was could be classified as a good day. Only two broken plates, four mix-up orders, and once he spilt coffee on a man's lap and had to quickly grab some napkins to help clean up the mess. Lucky the guy hadn't seemed so angry about it and for some reason left his phone number on the table with a twenty-dollar tip.
Hitomu wouldn't explain why she laughed so hard about that.
The bell chimed announcing that someone was entering. Sena looked up from cleaning some plates off a table. 'She looks oddly familiar.' He mused before dragging a heavy plastic brown tub to the kitchen passing Hitomu who was busy trying to take a Chinese couples' order, but the two seemed to lack Japanese so it seemed kind of difficult.
"Sena, would you please get that girl sitting at table 8 please? It seems like Areia's going to be busy for awhile." Eros the curly haired brother of Hitomu asked and Sena nodded. The older boy gave a wicked smile and a couple girls a few tables over started to giggle sneaking glancing at Eros. The two Hitomu siblings were from New York, America but had light accents and were causal with Japanese customs.
Eros had curly dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and was probably the reason the cafe had so many female customers. Hitomu on the other hand often dyed her hair and dressed like a Tokyo neon punk with chains and bold colors. When Hitomu had introduced Eros to Sena he couldn't shake off the feeling that Hitomu was older than Eros, mostly by the way she scolded him. (Often about Eros' girlfriend a pretty girl with long hair named Soul.) But Hitomu wasn't that much older than Sena while Eros had to be around twenty.
Sena grabbed a menu and headed to the booth where the girl was waiting tripping on his shoelace half way.
"Whoa, um hi I'm Sena, welcome to I'll be your waiter today. Are you alone or expecting company?" Sena questioned since she had chosen a booth rather than one of the tables by the window. "Two other people actually," She looked up for a moment then back down to her notebook.
"Your Kobayakawa Sena! Right, the famous Eyeshield 21 from the Deimon Devil Bats?" She questioned excitedly in one breath. Sena blinked and nodded slowly finding it slightly strange to have a stranger know his name.
"Um, yeah that's me." She squealed but blushed and clasped a hand over her mouth for a moment Sena could almost swear that she hair turned a little bushy.
"I'll be pretend not to have heard that one." Sena joked rubbing the back of his neck and she giggled before holding out her hand for a handshake.
"I'm Kumabukuro Riko! I'm writing an article on this upcoming football season, and I would really, really like it if you could please do an interview with me!" She gushed out looking at him hopefully.
"I'd see what I can do." Sena promised wondering if this would be one of those things that Hiruma would try killing him for. "Thank you so much! I'll be the first reporter to ever do an interview with Eyeshield 21 I can't wait! Oh and while I wait can I get a peach milkshake? They are so yummy here." Sena nodded and left Riko to go to the kitchen where the three cooks were having a light argument on how long to cook an egg. (Seriously how long does that take?)
"Can I get one peach milkshake please?" He questioned interrupting them. "Ja, one peach shake comin' your way." Hitomu slouched next to him looking extremely depressed.
"Do you know that girlie?" She snapped pointing to where Riko was scribing away in her notebook. Sena frowned at her bitter tone but nodded in agreement anyway.
"Sort of, she's Kumabukuro Riko a football reporter and wants to do an interview with me. I'm a football player, Eyeshield 21. You know, I told you about that right?"
Hitomu nodded and sniffled a little. "She's cute, I guess." However her tone was completely bitter and Riko shivered suddenly feeling oddly scared for some reason. "Er, are you okay Hitomu-chan?" Sena questioned and looked up when he felt a hand cover his head.
"Don't worry about her Sena-kun, she's just suffering from Fangirlism rejection right?" Eros sneered and received a kick in his shin. "Shut up!"
Sena sighed and gratefully took the peach shake and ran off to Riko's table and chuckled at her bewildered expression. "Their usually like that, you get use to it after awhile." She smiled weakly and slipped her peach milkshake staring at the door.
Sena left to get table 12 some sugar and more napkins hearing the doorbell ring. 'I wonder who Riko-san is interviewing.' He mused and was halfway to the kitchen but had to get table 5 some refills.
Walking back to Riko's table he glanced at Hitomu who was obviously eavesdropping on Riko while muttering to herself looking extremely disgusted. "Oh god what a horrible flirt 'Good at reporting' my ass." She hissed before noticing a confused Sena.
"You heard nothing." She hummed and waved him closer to her hiding spot and Sena got his first view at Riko's interviewee. He sighed and groaned a little bit; sitting at table 7 was none other than Agon wearing that creepy 'normal person' look his glasses were gone too.
"He's flirting with her?" Sena whispered back to Hitomu who nodded and pointed an index finger to her open mouth making an 'ew' noise. He shifted sitting up on his knees; they were hiding two seats over in table 9 another booth and he could see haft of Agon's face and most of Riko's a plant blocked off a little bit of the back of her head.
Sena bit his lip and felt a strange icky feeling stir in his stomach sort of like the bile when he got the flu last winter but different because instead of making him want to puke it make his eyes all itchy like he was about to cry or something.
"R-r-r-really?" He looked up at a flustered Riko who was blushing. Leaning a little bit forward he perked his ears up ready to hear whatever else, in some small corner of his mind though he was questioning his actions.
Why did he care if Agon was flirting with Riko?
However a larger part was droning out that part telling it to shut up because it was trying to hear what Riko was saying.
"To tell the truth, I asked someone else to come today also. I thought that interviewing two team members at once would be kind of fun!" She chirped and Sena felt himself relax for some reason and that flu-but-not-flu feeling was slowly leaving.
His attention however was drawn back to Riko's booth as Agon suddenly stood up as if to leave. Sena inhaled deeply and held his breath for a moment as a familiar blond demon walked through the door. "What a jerk leaving because he couldn't get a date. Asshole." Hitomu grumbled sourly and Sena pondered for a moment why she cared so much.
Why do you care so much? That annoying voice in the back of his head whispered. "Hey who's that?" She interrupted meaning Hiruma and Sena glanced back to Riko's table. 'Oh no, please tell she didn't, why Hiruma out of all people?' He cried inwardly.
"Well what do we got here? Long time no see trash." Agon hissed and his normal crazy eyed look returned. (And the glasses too but Sena could have sworn he didn't see him put those on.) "Just the idiot I wanted to see. Sit down fucking dreads." He hissed before turning to Sena and Hitomu's table bored.
"Oh and get your ass over here too fucking shrimp." Sena sweat dropped and turned to Hitomu a pleading look in his eyes. "You heard him time for some ass moving!" Hitomu chirped and practically threw him out of the booth.
"Trader." Sena glared before sheepishly moving to Hiruma's side catching a reflection of his reaction in Riko's face. 'Why is it that I feel that this is not going to end well?'
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Sena glanced at Riko and she bite her lip mouthing to him "Do you really have to deal with this every day?" To which he replied with a nod and a silent "Yeah, pretty much."
The two were sharing a chair that Sena had pulled from another table since both Hiruma and Agon were sitting on opposite sides of the booth. Hiruma had his M4 Carbine out loaded and ready to kill while Agon was sitting on the back of his seat a foot on the table.
Sena had half a mind to ask him to move his foot since it was be Sena who in the end would be left to clean the table. But Sena was actually valued his life he and instead decided to focus on not falling off the chair because if he moved even an inch more to the left he'd have to either levitate or deal with that gravity stuff.
'I don't remember them being this bad the last time.' Sena thought meekly shyly glancing from Hiruma to Agon and back. 'Probably because last time they didn't have an audience.' He reasoned then decided that falling would be a stupid idea so instead shifted a little so he was sitting more on the chair more and glanced at Riko. A determined look crossed her face and she inhaled deeply.
"Well, um, by the 'long time no see' does that mean you two were friends?" She questioned and Sena had to admire her bravery. Looks like Reporter was another thing to cross off on his list of future jobs. For a moment the silence hung in the air then both Hiruma and Agon started laughing rudely.
"Three years 'go we'd both used the other," Hiruma explained not even looking at Riko. "When the fucking dread does his best it was much easier to fill out this." He held up the Devil's Handbook, which seemed to have emerged out of nowhere. Not that Hiruma materializing objects out of thin air surprised Sena anymore.
Sena frowned imagining Agon beating some nameless person up and Hiruma in the background with a camera and the Devil's Handbook. Yep, the thought of Agon and Hiruma on friendly terms was defiantly not a pleasant one.
"Well, for my school article called 'A High School Reporter's Bold Coverage! Interview 8.' I'd appreciate it a lot if you answered the questions given out to six other teams." Riko announced flipping out her cellphone and showed Sena a video clip with Shin. He blushed unable to explain why it seemed so wrong to look at Shin with his shirt off even if it was just a grainy image on a cellphone.
She opened her notebook and read the first question out loud. "To start off, please tell me your name, and your strong points." Sena busied himself with watching the video clip of the other teams replied. He nearly dropped it in shock when he heard Shin's.
"Shin Seijuro. Ojou White Knights. I'm not at the level of being able to list my own strong points." Sena shut his mouth that somehow fell open and frowned a little. Shin and not able didn't even belong in the same sentence!
"Hey Sena can you get table-"
"I'm on it!" Hitomu chirped flying past winking at Sena while flipping her orange hair. Sena blinked and turned his attention back to Hiruma and Agon.
"My strong point is that I'm invincible." Agon growled to which Hiruma replied with a crackle and "My strong point is that I win."
Sena sweat dropped and shared a look with Riko. "Right…" He muttered and Hiruma threw him a dirty look. Agon on the other hand didn't seem to have noticed that he was there at all and was treating Sena as one would to a wall.
Riko turned her head towards him and nodded a bit. "How about you Sena-san? You know since you're already here and all." She asked nervously and Sena turned to Hiruma and when he wasn't shot he took that as an "Of course you can answer Sena what on earth would be stopping you."
"Um, you already know who I am and well my strong points would be that, um, I'm a little fast. Kind of sort of." Agon turned to him finally and gave a small huff his dark creepy aura fading for the slightest moment.
"Um, okay! Thanks Sena. So are there any players you're looking out for in this year's tournament?" Sena answered before Hiruma or Agon not wanting to have the same awkwardness as before.
"Shin-san!" Riko nodded and smiled. "Funny, he said you too!" She hummed scribing that down and Hitomu could be heard laughing ecstatically in the kitchen. 'I hope she's alright.' Sena pondered for a second on getting up and checking but Riko continued so he decided against it.
"What about you Agon-san?" She questioned her voice not as shaky as before. "Players to look out for?" Agon thought about it for a moment his expression serious. "None really," He stated airy before facing Hiruma for a moment then continued.
"Hiruma Yoichi, but I don't mean it as if he was a threat!" He chuckled as if amused with the mere thought.
"I just can't wait to crush a slimy piece of trash like you. It's not funny as it was back then, you suddenly making a football team." He growled his attitude changing quicker than Sena would have thought possible.
"You started it." Hiruma replied with a smirk showing off sharp teeth. Sena wasn't sure if it was Riko or him that was shaking in fear but he knew that if they didn't go to the next question soon he'd probably loss his lunch. He elbowed Riko in the ribs nodded for her to continue.
"Okey, then. Next question! What is your reason for playing American Football?" Agon was the first to respond this time.
He cracked his knuckles and sent a death glare Hiruma's way. "I like crunching people, teach them that next to true talent their just trash."
Yep.
Egocentric.
Riko turned to him again a desperate look in her eyes. "Sena-san?" She questioned and he frowned thinking back. "Um, Hiruma sort of roped me into it. Literally." He replied with wan smile and an inward shiver, that defiantly wasn't one of his most pleasant memories. Riko gave him a 'Are you serious' look before turning to Hiruma himself.
Said demon chuckled a bit due to Sena's answer and took out a piece of gum before answering. "Because it's fun." Sena turned to him sharply a soft smile growing on his face. It wasn't rocket science really, why else would Hiruma play football if he didn't like the sport?
Deciding that this was something worth remembering Sena made a mental note to himself and couldn't help but to smile a little wider at Hiruma. His eyes flickered over to Agon who to his amazement was staring at him point blank an expressionless look on his face.
Riko tapped Sena's arm, "Well, um, because this seems like an sensitive topic let's move on to the next question!" She sighed and looked down at her notebook for a moment before continuing in a much more perky tone. "Exactly what kind of girl do you do you like?"
"Pretty. Ugly girls are trash." Agon replied immediately as if they were talking about the weather or lunch. Hiruma actually seemed to think about the question for a moment before grinning and shot Sena a look as if to say "Ain't this just fucking fun?"
"A girl I can use." Sena sweated dropped fearing for any poor, poor, and probably mentally insane girl that developed a crush on Hiruma.
Sena felt his heart sunk as Riko turned to him again expecting an answer. Sena swallowed and giggled apprehensively.
"Well, I'm not sure, I-I never thought of a girl like that." He replied honestly staring around at the floor with a newly found interest; Hitomu in the background sounded as if having a heart attack from laugher.
Riko, being a girl and all, forgot momentary that she was doing an interview and went into that weird jumpy Girl-Talk mode and gasped and giving Sena a disbelieving look.
"Come on! You've never liked anyone before?" She gushed and Sena glancing at Hiruma trying to send a telepathic message with his mind. "Help me! Please! Do something anything! Blow something up!"
"Why the hell are you gawking at him for?" Agon hissed surprised Sena turned to find the other suddenly defensive.
"Wouldn't you love to know fucking dread?" Hiruma retorted answering in place for Sena and sensing the anger radiating of Agon he pulled on Riko's sleeve and said in a nervous tone, "Next question before someone gets shot please!"
Riko cleared her voice catching the older boys' attention. "Is there any special training you've done to prepare for this tournament?" She asked, Sena shrugged since she was looking at him he was the first to reply.
"Top secret training from hell. Right Hiruma-san?" He turned to Hiruma who grinned widely and gave a nod. "Damn straight fucking chibi."
The 'top secret training from hell' was really like the normal training from hell of Hiruma chasing the team around and shooting at them but he has advised (threatened) that no one tell anyone who wasn't on the team for multiply reasons. (Mamori said, quite smugly, that it was because the school board would do if they knew Hiruma's training methods.)
"Nah, I don't train." Agon stated. 'He doesn't train?' Sena thought with a dry sigh. Hiruma laughed slouching back in his seat glaring across at Agon.
"I've got a special weapon to use against Shinryuuji. It'll be completely different so you better watch your ass fucking dreads close." He warned and Sena was quiet for a moment trying to think of what the 'new weapon' possibly could be.
"Oh you mean the new flame-thrower you bought last Tuesday?" He said and Hiruma shook his head sending a glare Sena's way. "No not the flame-thrower fucking shrimp."
Riko interrupted looking incredibly relieved. "Okay last question!" Sena sighed, soon he could get back to work. "What do you think is the most important thing for an American Football player to have?"
"Talent,"
Sena turned to Agon who picked up his fork and was spinning it absent-minded in his hand. 'I sure hope he doesn't break it.' He thought gloomily and was about to answer for himself when Agon continued.
"No, absolute talent." He rephrased and glanced at Sena and gave a nod. "Speed, technique, but most importantly," He paused and grabbed the base of the fork- the part you hold not eat with- and pressed his thumb against it.
The metal bent like rubber and Sena felt Riko go ridged next to him. "Power."
"Those without talent get in the way with their mere existing," He made a fist and Sena could hear the fork being reformed. 'He just had to break the fork didn't he?' Sena thought sarcastically and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Well other than Ikkyu, and maybe even Sena here." He waved with one hand and Sena looked up surprised. "Thanks, um, I think." Sena muttered watching in disbelief as Agon opened his hand and dropped the balled up fork into his empty glass.
'Eros-san's going to be so angry when he sees that. Oh and I'm going to probably die at the next football game. I hope my mom got me good life insurance I'd hate be a bother. Maybe I should give my video games to Monta I'd have to remember that.'
"22 of me, that would be a dream team." Agon stated and Sena had to resist the urge to sweat drop, Agon wasn't modest, there was a blunt fact. Hiruma seemed to think about that for a moment; but then again Sena was never quite sure what Hiruma was thinking.
"It would be a whole lot easier to break a team made of 22 of the same cards." Sena stared in shock, where did Hiruma come up with this stuff? He smiled remembering that Hiruma probably wouldn't allow Sena to die even if he wanted to. Sometimes having a demonic team captain was a good thing. Sometimes.
Agon grunted expression furious and- according to Sena at less- his dark aura had been cranked up a notch. He stood up and walked behind Sena placing a strong hand on Sena's head and his other (the killer fork one) on Sena's shoulder.
"It must suck Sena-chan to be on a team full of worthless trash. Maybe if you're not dead by the end of the game you could transfer to Shinryuuji and play for the Naga, ne?" Sena blinked feeling confused, probably due to the killer waves that seemed to be oozing off of Hiruma.
'W-when did Agon start calling me Sena? I think I liked it better when he only knew me as chibi trash.' Realizing that Agon was waiting for an answer Sena stuttered not wanting to get his neck snapped off or anything else equally unpleasant.
"Um, I-I'm not sure that my family has that kind of money." He explained only afterwards noticing that he hadn't chosen the best possible answer. Agon snorted dryly but didn't release Sena from his clutches.
Sena blinked heavily with Agon pushing down on his skull his bangs weren't able to spike out in their spiky ways. Unstead they brushed against his eyes making his eyes itch worst than with the wig.
Agon turned to Hiruma his eyes fueled with hatred. "Keep playing with losers and you'll just end up dead." He warned finally letting go of Sena and dug through his pockets pulling out a ten-dollar bill and dropping down in Sena's lap without a word before walking to the door.
Hiruma didn't say anything at first but once Agon passed right next to him he spoke up with a sly sneer. "You hate normal people because they work hard, if you keep that up you'll end up broken hearted, if you caught my drift." His eyes rested on Sena who looked at him blankly for a moment before turning around half expecting something more interesting to be hiding behind him. Nothing to right or left either.
Agon growled and Sena whipped his head to face him. "Don't run around getting queer ideas, your 'drift' is wrong." Agon curled his hand into a fist stomping away and slamming the wall next to the door with too much force. 'Why is it that I feel that I'm going to be the one to fix that?'
Hiruma just smirked not entertained with Agon's wall-punching stunt.
"Are you okay Sena-kun you're white as a ghost!" Riko whispered and Sena nodded plucking the ten-dollar bill realizing that there was something warped up inside of it.
"Oi, fucking shrimp you work here right?" Hiruma snapped and Sena looked up before nodding. "Good, go clean a table or something I want to talk to this reporter alone for a moment." Riko turned to Sena looking alarmed but he shrugged as if to say 'What do you want me to do about it?'
Turning around the corner Sena unrolled his ten-dollar tip from Agon his face flushing as he found a phone number written on a piece of scrap paper. 'Agon probably didn't know he gave this to me, I better not show this to Hiruma Kami-san knows what he'd do if he had Agon's phone number.
That is of course if he doesn't already.' Sena stared down at the seven innocent numbers.
Agon hadn't meant to give him his number.
…
Right?
