So Furthermore, Minimum Surprises Will Do
Summary: Even if Japan was defeated, they are going home with their heads high. Even if Sena was lost, she is going to find a way back home. Even if there was a massive blizzard out there, the American stars didn't plan on staying in a granny's home. FEM!Sena
Disclaimer: No own ES21. DUR.
A/N: For those who don't know who Donald O. is, he is the President's son who has the same arrogance as Agon, well, maybe even higher. He is huge and looks like an adult even though he's eighteen. He has a beard and a tattooed face. He is a lineman—just like Kurita and Komusubi and Gaou and Ootawara and Banba and etc. I would like to add that when Team Japan goes to America and defeats the other teams they get to face off Team America. There are five potential stars in America: Bud Walker, Patrick Spencer, Tatanka (they didn't include HIS surname—unfair), Clifford D. Lewis, and Don Oberman. I've seen the lack of show of these characters and want to show the world how awesome they are! I especially think that Bud and Tatanka should get some spotlight for once.
Pairings: I'm going to try to make this a Don/Sena fic, but if it doesn't turn out quite as planned then it'll be a Panther/Sena fic.
Panther had never felt so happy in his life! First he gets to challenge Sena in such a cool way, even taking her breath away from when he appeared to her after he made that winning against New Zealand. Then he has the experience to chase after her, tackling her, rolling across the field with her in his arms, and hold her up high all over again. Sena didn't seem to like it when he raised her into the air, but oh well. And finally, despite the tie they went for one more round, and America had won!
But most importantly, he was settled with the sensation of Sena's body in his grasps like before when he was in Japan.
He always wanted to know what's it like to hold a midget and Sena helped him take care of that curiosity.
Panther tried holding her again, but she ran away from him. Oh well.
Tatanka, Bud, Clifford, and Mr. Don all didn't seem to be ecstatic about the fact that they had won, but there were smirks on their faces. They must've already known that they would win anyway regarding to how they were Americans. Panther hoped that they would stop being so cocky and actually appreciate the challenge Japan had given them. If they were too easy, then there would be no fun in playing.
Of course, it wouldn't ever be easy with Sena, Shin, Gaou, Kurita, Yamato, Taka, Hiruma…
Speaking of which, what was Hiruma doing at that party one time? And why wear a maid uniform? It was kind of obvious that he was spying, and Panther knew that it would be too much to go have a ridiculous outfit on out in the open when that face and hair and ears and guns were apparent.
Hiruma was a funny guy. He looked like an elf too. And always grinning and laughing—just like Santa's little helpers. He could be one of Santa's elf, except with stilts and a clever disguise. Yup, an elf.
That was before he played against him, and now he finds him rather…intimidating in an evil, evil way, but he was still a funny guy, especially after he grinded up NASA Alien's, now NASA Shuttles, passports. And the maid thing. So yeah.
Panther made note that Clifford didn't think the same way, neither did Mr. Don. Or Tatanka or Bud. Or the rest of the team. Maybe even America.
Or maybe the world.
But Panther liked Hiruma. Hiruma was a funny guy.
"Hot damn! I bet this is that devil's doing," Bud grumbled, peering out the window. "Must've sent the blizzard as revenge."
"I'm not sure Hiruma is that evil, Bud," Panther laughed.
"Oh yes he is, and I'm betting my life that he bribed God to send that storm running."
"God can't be bribed; He's the Almighty."
"Don't preach to me, Panther. I'm too cold to bother ignoring you."
Note that Panther's grandmother took Panther to church every Sunday since he was a munchikun.
Suddenly, the bus made an abrupt halt, causing the players inside to fall forward, knocking their foreheads against the seat before them. Well, this didn't happen to Clifford and Mr. Don, oh no—they were too proud to have their butts off their seats all because of gravity.
Tatanka, as always, looked at Clifford and Mr. Don with admiration.
"What the hell happened?" one of the players cried out. They all struggled to get back up, but there was a problem: the bus was leaning over, tipped.
"It must've crashed into a pit," another guy supplied. "Jeez."
"Wh-what are we going to do?"
"How's the driver?"
The boys who sat at the front crowded to see the driver, and then one called out, "He passed out!"
"And there's no pit; just a manhole."
Figures. Why would there be a pit in New York anyway?
"Wait, a manhole?" Panther's head popped up. "Uh, I don't think there's a manhole that can make this entire bus tip over."
"Then what is it?"
He looked out of the window. "It's a pit."
Oh, so there can be pits in New York.
"What are we going to do!" cried out the same player who already made that question.
"I'm gonna call the police." A boy dialed the number, and then grumbled aloud, "Dang it, no connection due to this blasted storm."
"Is it Verison?"
"Uh, no, it's T Mobile."
Those who had Verison tried theirs. No luck. "We're doomed!"
"Not if I can help it," Clifford said, standing up. "I refuse to stay in this bus when the weather is this terrible." Many had gawked as they watched the arrogant player walk down the aisle, not at all affected by their misfortune. And they all wondered: Is he insane?
"Well, he's a goner," Bud snorted idly. "Have fun freezing your ass out there, Cliff."
"You mean…you're going out there alone?" Panther questioned bewilderedly.
"I don't suppose you want to join?" Clifford said sarcastically.
"Of course I don't want to! But there's no way that I can let my senior go off alone in a time like this." Panther bounced off of his seat and stood next to Clifford, a determined smirk on his face. "Count me in."
"I'm going too." Tatanka rose to be by their side. "I wish to be some assistance."
"Sweet!" Panther cheered.
All eyes turned when Mr. Don muttered, "So sad." He frowned out at the window. "I cannot afford sharing air with this lowlife atmosphere." Then he made his way to the bus's door.
"That settles it," Tatanka said. "Bud, do you care to join?"
Bud looked aghast. "Are you crazy? Wait, I'm wrong, you guys are already crazy! What makes you think that you'll survive in that storm?"
"Because we're Pentagram."
"Damn, Tatanka, now you're dissing my honor." Bud now stood alongside with his fellow Pentagram. "I guess we'll risk our lives getting help then."
The rest of the team gazed at them with adoration. Their heroes…!
Sadly enough, once they stepped out of that bus, they could never turn back. The boys were aware of this, but they believed that it was placed upon pride, not by the weather.
They couldn't see what was in front of them, or hear each other unless they yelled through the wild winds. The snow fell on them like armies of sharp needles, just pounding on them and obscuring their paths. It was difficult, yes, but for any ordinary man. For these top notched American football players, it was merely like training.
Until hail the size of a Happy Meal box nearly pelted on their skulls.
"Run for your lives!" As the others ducked into alleys and cars, Clifford easily avoided the balled ices while Mr. Don swung his fists and smashed them into shards. Panther and Tatanka marveled at their astonishing aptitude; Bud gave a silent applaud, but was still jealous that Clifford had to out shine them. Mr. Don naturally out shined them, so there's nothing much to say on that.
Mr. Don brushed off the snow on his jacket, smirking. "Heh, that wasn't so bad."
Suddenly, a pillar of a bank came crashing down and onto Mr. Don and Clifford, knocking them out from behind.
"Holy shit!"
"Poop can't be holy, Bud!" Panther cried hysterically.
"Just shut the fuck up and help me pull this thing!"
Panther, Bud, and Tatanka immediately pushed off the pillar and retrieved the two bodies. "Oh man, they're both unconscious!"
Panther faced Bud with apprehension and panic. "Wh-what are we going to do now?"
"We'll take them to the nearest residence and have them rest there," Tatanka said calmly. He threw Mr. Don's heavy arm around his shoulder. "Panther, you take Mr. Don's other arm. Bud, you carry Clifford."
"Donny and Cliffy are out, so that instantly makes the native the leader," Bud sighed quietly, grabbing his classmate's arm. "Righteous."
For ten minutes, the trio had lugged their two comatose fellows. And in these past ten minutes had been excruciatingly dreadful: they were foot and probably had a case of frostbite (no way they were going to strip off and cuddle just to get warm); they were hungry (and Panther's stomach wouldn't stop growling); they were fatigued due to carrying weight while treading through the knee-high snow; they were somnolent due to the arousing game they competed against Japan; and they were lost. But most importantly, they were cold.
Apparently, they were in a neighborhood that seemed, and while pardoning to Panther, poverty-stricken. It was the type of neighborhood that appeared familiar to Panther, as the African-American boy commented. Eventually, his eyes widened with realization that this area was indeed his neighborhood, and he had grown excited once they traveled further.
"Hey I see—I see Grandma's house!" Panther cried with joy.
"You got to be kidding me," Bud groaned. "We're going to stay at some old lady's house?"
"Well, it's not as if we have much of a choice. We did try asking for help, but no one would open their doors," Tatanka pointed out. "Surely Panther's grandmother would hear her grandson and allow us inside."
Inside. Warmth. Comfy. Warmth. Food. Cozy. Warmth.
Bud decided, what the heck, let's go!
Unbeknownst to the boys, officers were making way to the bus filled with the football players.
A/N: If I did a story based on Spirited Away, would people love me?
