Headphones 21
Genre: Romance, Humor, Adventure
Summary: Sena's gotten himself hooked into signing his life away in the devil's contract aka a music contract! Why, because he wanted to be close to someone he admires, but… he didn't expect to become a secretary to the DEVIL himself, nor did he expect to sing while X DRESSING! Then surprise surprise he has another job… thanks to his acrobatic act he's now a spy all under the name TWENTY ONE!
Disclaimer: Eyeshield 21 © Inagaki Riichiro and Murata Yusuke
One Piece © Eichiro oda
KH: Ma~ I'm relaxed for the most part, though two papers, and three exams sure are heading my way fast~ Hahaha… I hope you enjoy this, my stress reliever~
Chapter 2: Dreams destroyed…
(All of the dialogue is in English except for the bolded words, except this…)
After getting off the plane and having trouble with his broken strap bag…
"Ah thank you so much for the stickers" Sena smiled at the flight attendant who had given him a roll of the property of _ stickers to tape his strap after stapling it.
"No problem, enjoy your stay here in America" she waved.
"Oh I will!" he beamed and ran off.
"Ah such a cute girl…" the flight attendant giggled.
"Girl… his passport said Male" the man who checked Sena's passport stated.
"EH?" her eyes nearly popped out of her head.
Running out of the airport he expected fresh air and sunshine… but got smog and blaring car horns …
"Cough cough…" reality check number 1, America isn't as beautiful as he thought.
"Da-daijoubu, I'll-I'll get use to it…" he nodded as he heaved picking up his luggage, which was only one suitcase that doubles as a rolling/ backpack, so he carried it on his back when someone came by and tried to take his carryon!
"Is he trying to help me?" Sena wondered out loud.
"What the hell is up with this thing!" the man struggled… the whole bag was full of thousands of CDs packed in a compacted space…
"Ano, excuse me, I can carry that myself thank-you" Sena stated and the man pulled out a switch blade.
"O-okay you can carry it if you want…" Sena raised his hands in his defense and backed away 'Ta-tabun kare wa bo-boku wo tasukeyou te shite imasen… (M-maybe he's not trying to help m-me…)' reality check number 2, people aren't always friendly in America.
"Hey trash!" A tan man with dreadlocks and blue tinted goggles in a tight black tank top and white jacket with chains hanging off it, in baggy faded jeans, came over to Sena and the thief.
"L-look out, he has a-a knife!" Sena pointed with his shaky right hand, his left hand still raised, like he was swearing an oath.
"Huh… really, where?" the man asked Sena looked over at the empty handed thief, he looked back at the man who was now twirling the pocket knife in his hand, the thief tried to attack the tall man, but… Sena rushed in a quick step and kicked him square in the kisser, a tooth went flying… but Sena being in a panicked twirled and kicked him across the face in the other direction, and he kept on repeating… by the time the thief hit the ground he had passed out already.
"Oi fucking trash, he's dead, stop already… your splattering blood everywhere…" the man looked in disgust at the bloody body…
"I-I killed someone…?" Sena's eyes widened "K-Kami-sama (Equivalent to saying oh my god, but it's just God)" Sena covered his mouth.
"What do you want?" the man asked glancing at Sena.
"W-wha…?" Sena asked still visibly shaking.
"I am God!" he raised his arms and laughed into the sky…
"…" Sena took a step back from the multilingual dreadlock man, reality check number 3, trust no one… especially people who are megalomaniacs/ have a god complex…
Sena picked up his bag from the ground and started to head in the other direction, but was cut off by the man.
"Where do you think you're going… here I am introducing the great me, to you and you have the nerve to ignore me, huh Trash?" the man's eyes were wild, and Sena knew to hightail it out of there and fast! He ran the other way and was about to speed up when he was caught by his hair.
"Ow!" The man pulled Sena's long ponytail.
"You fucking trash, get in" he pushed Sena into a red car in which Sena identified…
"I-Isn't this a Ferrari 458 Italia?" Sena asked looking around while on all fours.
"Yeah" The man smirked pleased that Sena found his car interesting.
'Oh great, he's probably rich… meaning if he does away with me, he could just cover it up…' Sena was finally learning… corruption and politics, (Welcome to America~)
Before he could even escape the car started moving, roaring, and blazing; burning rubber, literally!
"Ah, God!"
"Stop fucking calling me, you fucking trash…" the man looked over at Sena.
"Watch the road!" Sena wanted to turn the man's face toward the road but he grabbed onto Sena before he could even reach over.
"Don't fucking touch me, got it?" The man glared.
"U-understood, p-please d-don't kill me" Sena cried his voice hit a new pitch.
"… tch, you fucking sound like a girl" the man smirked as his locks blew in the wind.
"O-only when I'm n-nervous…" Sena's voice sounded exactly like a woman's as he sat back.
"Hm…" the man had an idea and turned suddenly crisscrossed, intervening, and speeding through tight areas making Sena scream and cry, which sounded really nice… (Am I sadistic or what?)
A red light finally stopped the man, making him break, and Sena, without his seatbelt on, slammed his head into the dashboard BAM! "O-oh my… S-Satan" Sena held his throbbing head with both hands.
"You'll see him soon…" the man smirked.
But Sena was too preoccupied with panicking to hear him "I'm the only whose g-gonna die…sniffles… he h-has h-his crazy reflexes, hiccup" Sena cried to himself softly as he put on his seatbelt while still holding his head.
"Hmph, you learn fast" the man laughed as he leaned back with one elbow propped on the door and when the green light flashed Sena thanked G- the other God he wore a seatbelt…
By the end of their trip… or joy ride, Sena was muttering while hugging his carryon.
"I'm in my happy place, I'm in my happy place" while listening to his CD player with his eyes shut tightly, shaking uncontrollably…
"Oi trash! We're here; get off so I can get going… OI!" he shouted but Sena had that thing on full blast that even the man could hear it loud and clear.
"Che!" he got out and opened the door and pulled off the seatbelt shocking Sena, and pulled him out of the car in one swipe.
Sena didn't know what hit him when he was on the ground and the car was blazing off into the distance…
"I'm…I'm alive… Oh my Satan, I'm alive!" Sena shouted crying (Agon unintentionally made Sena into a Satanist…)
"Huh…. wasn't that Agon's car; wasn't it?" a blonde spiky headed man in orange tinted glasses asked looking up from his manga (yes there are manga-s in America! You should know that~)
"Yeah it was… look he dropped something off; another girl?" a shoulder length brunette man with long eyelashes and big lips asked.
"That's no girl… come on let's go do our job" another blonde man with a cross-shape scar on his face walked toward Sena.
"Oi, you, what's your business here" the blonde with the scar called but Sena just sat his legs bent in the opposite direction of each other and didn't respond because he still had on his headphones … how his ears weren't bleeding was a mystery.
"Oi! You!" the brunette pulled Sena's shoulder and Sena backed off nearly falling into the street but kept to the sidewalk, though his headphones did fall to his shoulders.
"W-what do you want from me?" Sena asked with large eyes staring at the three men in the grey, white, and black pinstriped suits.
"Huh?" "HUH?" "HUUH?" the trio synchronized.
"… great harmony" Sena said blinking in amazement.
"… um thanks" "Really…?" "First time anyone has said that…" they all shied.
"I'm sorry I was rude, um I kinda got attacked, twice, right after getting off my plane, once by a guy with a knife and then by… that maniac with a god complex… and his freaky moves" Sena waved his arms about and then pointed in the direction Agon zoomed off to.
"Agon" the blonde with the cross on his face stated offering a hand.
"Who?" Sena asked, taking his hand as he stood up, and dusted himself off.
"The freak" the other blonde stated not looking up from his manga.
"Oh, so his name isn't God?" Sena asked amazed, he was beginning to believe Agon…
"That's his stage name" the brunette stated.
"Stage name…? Oh, he's a performer?" Sena was amazed yet again, they nodded and shrugged reluctantly. 'Well that would explain why he's so eccentric…' Sena pressed his finger to his lip and made a face that said 'I'm never gonna get use to this'; he has researched a lot about the music biz… they're all eccentric… (In this story they are~)
Sena leaned over to unzip his bag, and take out his notebook, the others marveled at his collection.
"What you writing?" the blonde with the cross asked peering over Sena's head.
"Keep. Away. From. Agon." Sena said without looking.
"Don't worry, you'll probably never see him again" the brunette said looking through Sena's bag and found his CD Shin had just sent him.
"Oi, this doesn't come out until next month, where'd you get it?"
"O-oh please be careful with that!" Sena quickly swiped it out of the brunette's hand and caressing the piece of plastic gently.
"Don't tell me… you're a spy aren't you!" the brunette accused.
"Why the hell would anyone want to spy on us…?" the blonde reading asked mumbling, that made the brunette question himself for only a few seconds before he was in Sena's face again.
"So you're from Oujou Royalties, aren't you?" he accused.
"Stop it… where are you from, you said you got off a plane, China?" the blonde with the x asked.
"…so racist… I don't even have chinky eyes…" Sena mumbled pouting. (Don't worry I'm Chinese, well, mixed, so I can make fun of myself, no offense to anyone else though!)
"S-Sorry…" the blonde blushed as he scratched the back of his head.
"I'm just joking with you" Sena grinned, "I'm from Japan, um, do you know how to get to Deimon Devil's incorporate?"
"You're here…" the blonde with the manga stated, he pointed upward without looking away from the manga.
Sena looked up and saw it in big flashing lights… literally…
"So… gaudy…"
"That's our boss for ya…" the blonde with the cross said shrugging.
"Wait… wasn't the boss suppose to be a quiet and happy man that looked like Santa…" Sena held his belly and pretended to be jolly, which earned him a chuckle out of them.
"That's what Mamori-neechan said a year ago" Sena finished off smiling.
"Mamori… oh Anezaki, what is she to you?" the brunette asked.
"My sister"
"Huh?" "HUH?" "HUUH?"
"You're really good at that, ano (um), she's not my biological sister, demo (but), it's hard to explain, if you know her then you should know…she loves mothering people…" Sena said aloof.
"Yeah" "Mm" "Yup" they nodded and shrugged.
Speak of the devil, (no not the real one… or him… yet) "S-Sena?" Mamori came through the front doors; she was in a white blouse with a mahogany jacket and knee length skirt, her hair was still shoulder length.
"Mamori-neechan… Hi" he waved as she came rushing at the four of them.
"Sena, how in the world did you get here from the airport? I was going to pick you up, did you take a taxi?" she asked as she checked the boy for injuries and found several… she turned to glare at the trio, they lifted their hands up in defense and backed away shaking their heads.
"Um, that was from God, braking suddenly causing my head to hit the dashboard of his car… which was a Ferrari 458 Italia! Is everyone in America rich…?" Sena asked glancing around suspiciously, the trio burst out laughing, Mamori held in a giggle by covering her face with the clipboard in her hand.
"… Sigh… I'm glad you all find me amusing…" Sena lamented looking away.
"S-sorry Sena, but that was adorable" Mamori said patting his head.
"Yeah, is everyone in America rich~" the brunette imitated him, the others chuckled. Sena let it go and smiled when some movement from the entry way caught his attention. He turned and his gaze met someone else's…
"…A-A…Ah…" Sena's eyes widened, his voice cracked.
"Ah?" the trio asked; Mamori, who was standing next to Sena, eyes widened…
"AKUMA! (THE DEVIL!) " Sena shouted and hightailed out of there! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He ran so fast it was a flash into the street… This made the person behind the trio tried to grab Sena, his long pale fingers barely touched a strand of Sena's ponytail.
"SENA!" Mamori shouted after the boy, Sena stopped and turned to meet a blaring HONK!
"SHIT!" Kuroki shouted eyes widen as car headed toward Sena.
"He's a goner…" Toganou uttered softly, in shock.
"Call an ambulance!" Juumonji shouted when Sena on instinct jumped up and flipped onto the car hood and pushed somersaulting in midair landing on top of another car back flipping to grab a hold of the streetlight and swinging up to flip once more and landing on his feet on top of the streetlight.
"…W-whoa…" the trio whispered, the person in the blood red dress shirt with the black Armani suit smirked. His wild bleached blonde spikes fluttered as he turned back, a large man came to the door and held it open to allow the man into the building. As a man with a Mohawk came outside, he was dressed the same as the previous man, except he wore a serious face.
"Sena!" Mamori shouted up to the dazed boy.
"Are-ARE (Huh-HUH), Cho-Chotto (W-wait)!" he slipped but caught on to the light and clung their like a sloth.
"Ma-Mamori-neechan!" Sena cried, sobbing like a child as he clung for his life.
"Sena!" Mamori shouted nearly rushing into the open street, the man with the serious face stopped her, he took out a ladder from a van that was parked on the curb and stopped the traffic with cones as he walked into the street. He set the ladder against the light pole and said,
"Climb down"
"H-Huh?" Sena, who was too busy sobbing, didn't quite hear the man.
"Climb down, you can do that, can't you?" the man gave Sena a reassuring smile.
"U-Un" Sena nodded, still sniffling as he shimmied down to the step ladder, which was held by the man. He closed his eyes and rushed down the ladder missing a step therefore slipping and falling. But the man caught the small teen with ease.
The man didn't say anything as the boy clung for his life around the man's neck, when Sena finally opened his eyes he was back on the sidewalk with the trio and Mamori, who was checking for wounds again.
"Ma-Mamori-neechan…?" Sena asked sobbing again.
"Oh Sena…" her eyes soften as she looked at the boy in the man's arms.
"Mamori-neechan! America is scary" Sena jumps down from the man's arms hugging his sister "there are crazy people with N-knives" Sena pulls back makes quick stabbing motions in the air "and weird reflexes" he waves his arms around "and scary demonic people everywhere" Sena pulls his own cheeks baring his canines "and so much smog! Cough!" Sena chokes on his own spit… Mamori pats his back "B-But I'm not gonna give up, n-no! E-even if i-it kills me!" Sena pounded his own chest as he sniffles signaling he would stop crying.
"T-That's good to… a knife..?" Mamori barely registered that…
"Ah, arigatou Niwatori-san" Sena bowed low before the Mohawk man.
"…?" the man arched his dark thick brow.
"Oh, he said, hehehe, thank-you Mr. Rooster…" Mamori giggled.
"…My names Takekura Gen, but they call me Musashi" (Okay, besides Mamori and Sena, pretend everyone else isn't Japanese or have Japanese names, unless I say so…)
"Ah, okay, ano, thank-you Musashi-san" Sena bowed again. "My name is Kobayakawa Sena, it's a pleasure meeting you, literally because you saved my life" Sena almost sobbed again.
"It's no problem" Musashi chuckled.
"Oh, I-I haven't introduced myself to you three yet, I-I'm sorry" he bowed.
"Naw it's s'alright, you can't trust everyone here" the brunette waved it off.
"Oh believe me… I know that now" Sena said, his eye twitched.
"Oh Sena… you've gotten the worst of it all, being pick pocketed on the first day you've arrived…" Mamori held her brother.
"Ahem" the blonde with the cross on his face broke up the love fest.
"H-huh… oh right, introductions… I'm Kobayakawa Sena, and you are?" he bowed again.
"Don't need to be so formal Sena, I'm Juumonji Kazuki" Juumonji introduced himself.
"Toganou Shouzou" Toganou nodded still not looking up from his manga.
"And I'm Kuroki Kouji" Kuroki nodded too but kept eye contact on Sena.
"I see, nice to meet you all, oh is that One Piece?" Sena asked finally looking at the cover.
"Hm, yeah, you read the series?" Toganou inquired.
"Read it… what do you think my backpack is full of?" Sena smiled, the backpack/ rolling bag was still attached to his back, was full of manga.
"…Sena… where are your clothes then…?" Mamori asked.
"… Clothes…?" Sena asked tilting his head, they all sweat dropped…
TBC…
Is Sena gonna be okay…? Oh please continue to read if you want… please? Not expecting a review, just a chuckle from you! Haha I rhymed~ Sorry I'm braindead right now...