Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Title: The Fast and The Furious
Author: hana-akira AKA rurichi
Character: Kobayakawa Sena
Genre: Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: 18+
Warning: OOC
Prompt: Inspired by Ch. 178 when Sena has his wonderful furious expression and Ep. 114 when Agon slightly notices Sena's fury.
Summary: In a world where Sena never met Mamori or Riku when he was younger, he gives into his fury and thus becomes a different person. Dangerous!Sena.
A/N: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak had a heavy hand in my writing of this fic. If you've read the book, you'd notice that some sentences are carbon copies or very similar: this is done INTENTIONALLY. I am not claiming credit; I am not plagiarizing. I DON'T GET ANYTHING OUT OF THIS BESIDES YOUR TIME.
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Chapter 3: At a Distance
Featuring:
Orientation — Anezaki Mamori — the Devil and his sidekick — and the mailbox and the answering machine
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OBSERVATIONS DONE ON ONE SIDE:
From afar, Kobayakawa Sena wasn't anything out of the ordinary.
This was not entirely true and therefore was an outright lie.
It's true that when Sena first arrived at the gates of Deimon High School on Orientation Day (the day to find out whether you got into the school or not) he hadn't really made a stellar impression by yawning softly behind his right hand while simultaneously looking like he'd just gotten out of his bed. Even if he was dressed in uniform and actually did look excited, it wasn't anything different from everyone else that was there looked like. No… the thing that really made him stand out was the fact that he was by himself and that there was no one who greeted him upon entrance to the school grounds.
Perhaps it would have been considered sad once upon a time how he had no friends and therefore no one to go to Orientation Day with him, but it was no matter. After all, Sena had all the time in the world to do things and he had no use for bullies or even bystanders. There was no benefit or even any reason for him to involve himself with others, to spend time with them if they weren't even to his liking (he couldn't, after all, stand any of his previous classmates, and the smaller more vicious part of him was downright smug about this particular fact). This didn't mean, however, that he was opposed to greetings from strangers. In fact, he encouraged it even if quietly he didn't understand it himself why he was so much kinder to strangers than to people he knew (he figured, most likely, it was because he didn't know their true nature yet and so he was giving them the benefit of doubt).
This was how Anezaki Mamori and Kobayakawa Sena first met, but not how they first necessarily spoke with each other.
It was obvious, from a distance, that Sena (although Mamori did not know yet that this was the younger boy's name) was alone. He had this space about him, empty and vacant, and this was the first thing she noticed of the brown-haired boy. The next thing that caught her attention was his profile; the way he held himself languidly as though in a daydream, yet somehow each movement he made still had meaning, importance. He stood out from the rest of the people that were there, similar to how a raven would stand out in a crowd of crows, and it made Mamori feel a bit of delight that she was there for her Student Council duties if she could witness such a sight. The boy even turned to her direction, his chocolate-colored eyes melting, softening when they lay upon her, faintly smiling as she smiled back.
(It wasn't anything romantic that she felt for the younger teen, though. More like an appreciation of something that was rare, something special like rainbows in puddles after the rain, or childish graffiti art of smiley faces and handprints that somehow just instantly brighten your day. The boy was attractive, lithe body and a handsome face and all, but then again, so was the Sistine Chapel ceiling and so she saw the boy as one would only see something eye-catching: apprising and admiring.)
There was something off about the smile though, Mamori knew. Something that wasn't quite right but wasn't necessarily wrong, either. She didn't let it bother her too much, but the thought of the younger teen lingered in her mind, as did his faint smile and glass-like amber-colored eyes even after he disappeared into the mass of people to look for his number on the board.
A RELEVANT FACT:
Anezaki Mamori wasn't the only one to notice that Kobayakawa Sena wasn't exactly all there. The difference, however, was that while Anezaki Mamori was quite satisfied to look at Sena from a distance, Hiruma Yoichi, however, was not.
Like Mamori, Hiruma noticed right off the bat that the brunette with the card number 021 was someone to watch out for and observe. The younger teen might have been slight and a midget, but he could tell from those deceptively soft-looking hands that the shrimp knew how to make another person's life be in a world of hurt. That, and the Mona Lisa smile that the russet-colored boy had on his face as well as those hazy hazel eyes were a dead giveaway of someone who was dangerous just waiting for the right trigger to pull them apart and make a 360 degrees gun shooting.
So it was no surprise at all that he found Sena as a perfect candidate for American Football and subsequently dragged Kurita, his sidekick for recruitment, for obligatory congratulations when it became blatantly clear that the brat got into Deimon.
"YA-HA! Congrats on your success!" The Devil and his sidekick cheered, lifting a thoroughly confused Sena into the air as a father would lift his son after he spoke his very first word. By the time Sena registered in his head that strangers had just shamelessly lifted him into the air, he was already back on the ground as though what had just happened was a common, everyday thing. It was the first time that such a thing happened to Sena and so he did not know how to react.
Before he could even find an appropriate response, the older teen with blond hair had already whipped out a cellphone and had somehow hoodwinked him into giving him his home phone number. The blond cackled insanely, and Sena felt that it would be better for his health if he just backed away slowly and went back home even though he really wanted to know why the other needed his home phone number of all things.
Later, when Sena arrived back home, he would find stuffed in his mailbox numerous ads of American Football and his answering machine with a message on repeat about power, speed, and tactics—the sheer ridiculousness of the whole situation just suddenly dawned upon him.
ONE TRUTH AMONG MANY:
Sena, while having no patience for people out to get him physically or people who should've protected him just stare at him dumbly, couldn't help but be intrigued by people who spent copious amounts of effort on one thing.
In translation: hardworking people fascinated him.
Sena laughed, because the entire situation of him being flooded with advertisements and voice messages was sort of funny, and couldn't help but wonder if this was what the feeling he had this morning meant—if the thrill of excitement was pointing to this, leading to this. Today had been different in spite of everything: an older girl actually noticing him though not in a romantic sense and two older boys (supposedly, the Devil and his sidekick from what he overheard some of the people in the throng on the Deimon School grounds) who actually lifted him in the air—and even if this wasn't what he had been waiting for, wasn't the answer he had been searching for, it was alright. Sena had time and there was no need to rush things although a deeper part of him, the one filled with unrestrained fury and the need for things to be done wanting to just get out, there was just no use in hurrying or forcing something to happen.
Get it done, get it done, Sena's heart says, but what is there to be done if nothing has even started yet? Sena hushes this part of him, this creatively resourceful yet hazardous part of him, and waits because a day or two, a month or year meant nothing to him in the grand scheme of things, in the bigger picture or even in the long run. These things took time and so he simply smiled softly.
(Time, after all, is found in the depths of dreams, and soon Sena will be drowning in them if Hiruma had anything to say about that.)