A/N: THIS is an AU. And once again, I'm switching chapters from the original because I found my old notes and my inspirations came back. Something will change, and others things may not. I hope this story makes more sense and is better to read now. :3
Warnings: Heavily hinted yaoi, bad jokes, monkeys, hiruma, Agon, character death, cursing, violence, fighting, gore, ect.
Disclaimer: I only own my ocs I made in the story. I'm sorry if you don't like ocs. I had to put them in. I don't own Eyeshield 21 or the songs.
A/N2: Choice of pairing? Choice of character death?
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Sena rubbed his temples as he went over what he knew.
Sakura High, a place where people with magical abilities are gathered and trained to fight for the light in the war between the light and the dark. The winner is whichever side a person, code-named 'Prince', is. Prince is the man who can use both holy and dark magic. And Prince is a male that is referred to as 'A fallen angel that would lead one to salvation or damnation.'
Sena felt a shiver escape through his spine, but forced himself to think on it more.
He was the Fallen Angel, and likely candidates include him, from what Unsui had told him earlier.
But were they so similar?
They both had lost their memories of some sort, but Sena was working on it and he was remembering more every day (and some things weren't things he wanted to remember, but the good comes with the bad and vise-versa). They both use wings and holy magic.
The tiny brunette stared at his hands. Could he use black magic?
It wasn't a route he wanted to go down.
He quickly sighed, trying to think of something more, something better.
He remembered Hiruma coming by to take him away. To save him after the disappearance of his parents.
(Where did they go? Are they safe? Are they happier without him?)
He quickly remembered the blond bony hands holding his wrists as he looked him in the eyes and stared. Then, collected Sena in his long arms and moved away. Then, he was saved.
For a moment, Sena could honestly believe that Hiruma was the Prince.
The thought was quickly abandoned when he remembered the blond's laugh.
No. It was impossible. There was no way Hirima could be the Prince. The Prince is someone who is naturally nice. Cool. And he saved everyone that will ever fight for him at least once, be it in this life, or before, or after.
Then Sena stopped to wonder. If the Prince was alive and around all those times, and he was so strong that he could fight on his own-why didn't he end this earlier.
A feeling of doubt crossed him and Sena worried. What if Prince got weaker, and he knew this and that's why he collected people?
Or worse, what if Prince really did fight for the other side?
No.
No no no no no.
He can't do that. Not where then were people like Unsui, willing to wait (Forever) if it meant that he could see Prince.
Because Unsui, one of the members of the fire group, the only older brother of Agon, one of the only people in this forsaken school that seems to care about Sena, was waiting. He said that Prince is kind and saved people. And Unsui doesn't care about what side the Prince is in.
His breath got caught in his throat and his eyes burned, remembering Riku's words.
("If the Prince is some bastard, I'm going to kill him when everything is over.")
Sena ran his hands into his hair and sighed one more time as he entered his dorm room, four hours since the initial dismissal of the new first years.
He was introduced to the sight of three men, but nothing but tension in the air.
"Sena?" Sena blinked and saw Panther smiling at him, so he nervously smiled back. "That's Sena. I'm Panther. Scar-boy is Juumonji and that scary looking guy is Kakei." Panther introduce as Sena bowed to each of them.
"N-nice to meet you," he ended up stuttering.
"So, you're the new guy for group fire?" White hair, and an 'X' scar on his left assumed that that was Juumonji Kazuki and the first thing that he noticed about him was that he was pretty darn big, at least bigger than Sena.
Come to think of it, Sena was the smallest person there.
"Yes?" Sena tried.
"I hope you don't die. We need someone with manners here. But I thought that fire only takes the really strong ones," he stated, a glare intensifying against him. "I don't think you belong there. No offence."
Sena nodded along, he didn't think he belonged there either. In fact, he agreed with Juumonji-kun wholeheartedly.
Sena climbed onto his bed and collapsed on it. He's so tired. He breathed deeply before getting off the bed and moving to take a shower.
"I'm going to take a shower," he whispered out.
"Go ahead," Kakei said, not looking up from his suitcase.
Sena looked and finally realized that they were all unpacking, except Panther, since he had already unpacked earlier, and was laying on his bed. Realizing that he was staring at them, he rushed for the bathroom.
"What the hell are you?"
He was an older man. And Sena was not in his own mind.
What was going on? One moment he was yelling at him and the next-
Dead.
The flapping sound resonated and before Sena knew it, he was flying. Feet left the ground and Sena dropped a head.
A head.
Did he kill him?
Then, there was another voice when he crash landed next to a river. He tried to find it, the soft words echoing through and he looked at the river.
What was there?
But no, he saw nothing but his own reflection.
"Don't you get it? I was taking over, if there is someone bothering you, I'll protect you. I promise."
Behind him though, was a wing of white. And a wing of black.
A shudder escaped him at the memory, and clenching onto his pendent, he turned the water off.
A shower, when was he showering? How did he?
Wings flapped and he quickly called them back in, pulling his clothes on, he walked back into the dorm room.
A knock came on the door. Panther came over to unlock the large door and then opened it.
A sharp gasp left Sena and he collapsed onto the floor.
"Sena?"
Agon Kongo panted hard as he leaned against the wall.
The rain pelted down against his fever and he could just feel his power slip from him.
God-Impulse reflexes and Kongo Agon is down because of a fucking fever.
He can't fall asleep. Not now. Not when they were so close and Unsui was probably just around the corner, but when a figure stopped in front of him, he doubted that he was that lucky.
He tried to call back the most recently used ability he took and tried to compose it back to his arms.
Or whatever was left of it.
Then, the rain stopped.
Agon finally got enough power to look up a little more at the figure in front of him.
She was tiny. Giant doe brown eyes, brown hair that was beginning to get more wet the longer it was in the rain.
"If you get cold, you might get sick. And that won't be good to the people ethat love you, right?"
The voice was soft and warm and everything Agon never thought he would have in pure sincerity.
Agon licked his lips and wondered if she'll stay that quiet when he had her down for the count. He needed a good lay anyways, so why not?
"Thanks," Agon could barely say as he slowly made his way up to his feet. He barely leaned on her for extra support.
He was quickly led outwards of the city and towards a small rut of a home, more like a shack and everything Agon needed right now.
Perfect. No one to hear her scream.
"The bath water is pretty warm, you should go ahead, I'll make you some food for when you come out." She whispered, and her wings, lightly flapped them and walked off.
The last time he saw wings like that, they were torn off of the sucker in seconds and they would never stop screaming.
Then, he blinked and her wings disappeared like a bad magic trick.
The bath was warm. It felt good, for some odd reason. He quickly left before he was too attached to the heat, and then he went to wear his own clothes. Cleaned, pressed, warm...
How long was he in the bath?
Agon sat on the bed and then stared at the girl from before came with food.
Food. God. Warm food, homemade and Agon licked his lips.
"Please be careful. It's very hot."
Her voice, fluffy and soft, despite her slight shivers.
"You should go take a bath."
No. Agon. You should have your dirty way with her. Then eat her food and dump her aside because she's not different from any of the other girls.
None of them are.
He bit into the food. It was warm. Tasteless. And it was good.
She came back and everything was a lie. She was no she. She was a man. That was the most disturbing conclusion that Agon had ever been forced to face.
He was wearing a white t-shirt, and black shorts. He looked at Agon, brown eyes large and wide, and if anything, confused and dazed.
He stared before a gulp escaped him and he bowed.
"I'm so sorry!"
Agon sat, the bowl in his hands, and he blinked at the male.
"The shed is so small along with the bath for someone like you! I should have thought about that when I said I would let you stay here…"he looked down at his feet, "I'm very sorry." He whispered out.
Agon shifted awkwardly. He, for once, didn't want to seem like a true asshole, but he was saved by this bratling. And yes, he did had manners...
"er…It's fine." he grumbled out, like he was a piece of Trash. He was not a piece of trash. What the hell. "Thanks."
"For what?" he asked and Agon all but snarled. Then, the male continued, "Er… I'm sorry. I must've bothered you. You should go ahead and sleep. If you're temperature goes up any higher, you'll die."
Say what now?
"Why do you care if I die?" Agon snapped back instead.
Shit, he should have asked why he was dying. Damnit.
"Because… You seem like the type some people hate, and…It's not right if you die in such a pitiful way…Shouldn't you die with some pride?"
Agon stared at him, confusion and unhappiness flowing through his easily and he stared.
"I guess so." he responded instead.
"Then, you should get some sleep." He said warmly.
Without really thinking (jeez, this cold-fever thing was really killing him), he grabbed the male and yanked him onto the bed Agon was on.
"You should too." he said.
"Er…I'm sorry for asking, but… could I know your name?" he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough to be heard and jeez.
"I'm Kongo Agon," he said, every bit of confidence and pride because he was happy to be him, and also added,"What about…" he trailed off. He saw the male fast asleep.
Then, Agon fell asleep, when he woke up, he was warm and content until he realized he was alone.
Agon was now certain. That tiny brunette was Prince. He gritted his teeth because he didn't remember him. This is terrible.
So, when the meeting was over Agon and Unsui said the exact same thing.
"Was that Prince?"
"So, you don't know?" he asked, rubbing his temples with his hand. Agon knew that Unsui met Prince a couple days afterwards, and ever since, all he cares about is Prince, and fighting for him.
"The chibi seems like Prince," Agon said, already comparing and contrasting the two people, one was a saivor and the other was... well... Trash.
"Agon, I think, that Sena…" Unsui said, turning to Agon, "is Prince. I'm sure."
"Kekekeke!" the two twins turned to see that blonde trash- Hiruma- laughing, "You just figured it out? I thought it was simple! Well, maybe it's because I saw him in a battle but! I thought it was going to be pretty simple for someone who pretty much worshipped Prince! Kekekeke!"
Agon could feel the veins popping, "Aaah?"
"How did you see him fight?" Unsui asked.
"I was the entrance exam for him, and he passed, so I put him in my group so I could keep an eye on him." His face grew serious, "If it wasn't for those pendants, I think half of us would already be dead. If he goes berserk… " another hesitation, "...Just make sure he doesn't lose it and such. Don't make an enemy out of him. If you do…You'll be the first ones dead."
Then, he turned on his heel and left the room.
And then, the intercom went off. "Would the fire group please come to the nurse's office? This is an emergency."
Now, anyone who was an anyone knew that the Fire group, for the most part, avoided each other (at least between the Kongos and Hiruma) whenever they could.
To be called, at the same time to the same place, meant that something big was going on.
From the way that Hiruma was running, he was certain.
Whatever was going on, it wasn't going to be good.