Title: Ane

Rating: T

Warnings: Fem!Sena, Fem!Monta, a little OOC

Pairings: Hiruma x Mamori, Unsui x Karin, ManyxFem!Sena, ManyxFem!Monta

Summary: #4 of Trinity Chronicles. Anezaki Mamori was supposed to be a big sister to a baby girl.

Author's Notes: So this is the fourth installment of Trinity. I hope everyone would like it. BUt PLEASE! REVIEW. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT EVERYONE'S THINKING. SO EVEN IF IT'S NICE. I LIKE YOUR STORY. IS A GREAT CHEER-UP FOR ME.AGAIN! REVIEW!

Ane

Sister

An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too. – Pam Brown

Anezaki Mamori was supposed to be a big sister to a baby girl. She was five when her mother became pregnant and Mamori took her role as an onee-chan to the heart. She studied (she was –and still is-an intelligent girl) how to change diapers and how to hold a baby properly. She knew exactly the right temperature of milk and knew which parts of the baby should be covered-the feet, the head and the hands because babies are very delicate things. She had always been a motherly, caring girl and having a little sister who she could pamper and dote on was a dream come true. She was very excited and happy because, as everyone knows, a sister is a half of who you are; someone who you could share your toys and joys and sorrows. And every time the memory of how silly she was at that time entered her mind, she couldn't help but smile at herself. She used to tell everyone she met and knew that she'll be the best older sister in the world!

And then… there was no baby at all.

At that time, Mamori didn't understand the medical terms the doctor was telling her pale father who held her hand so tightly that it almost hurt. They were in the hospital and the doctor with sad eyes told Mamori's father that there's no baby and there will no longer be babies. Mamori would never be a big sister. Never ever. That was the only thing the tear-faced Mamori knew but it was enough to make her cry. The three months after that was a strange time in the Anezaki house. Although everything went as usual for the Anezakis, Anezaki Mami still cooks breakfast, her father always kissed her mother before leaving the house and Mamori was always given a work of art bento but there was no longer any life in her mother. It was as though she was a robot programmed to do everything perfectly. Mamori used to cry every night in her bed at how cold their house had became.

Then, something snapped, Mami suddenly declared that she'll be opening free cooking lessons for the neighborhood housewives. Mami used to be a really famous chef before marrying her father and retiring. Her father looked at her mother in surprise and smiled. Mami returned the smile tearfully at her husband as though saying I'm back and I'm sorry for worrying you. Her father was always the traditional Japanese man who rarely expressed his love in words but his eyes were always tells what his voice do not. It was at that exact moment that Mamori learned about love. Love is not what you say. It is easy to say I love you but it is harder to do communicate it in action. Her mother and father looked at their eyes and knew what the others wanted to say. No words are needed between the two of them.

(Actually, it was really vital for Mamori to have learned this kind of deep love because that is exactly what her relationship with her future boyfriend will be. No sweet words. No red roses and chocolates and teddy bears. Most of the time her boyfriend would call her fucking manager. But Mamori understands Hiruma Yoichi. She understands how much his boyfriend cares for his friends and how much he dedicates and pushes himself in achieving his dreams. And that's what she liked about him. And Mamori knows that Hiruma understands her too. And despite not having cute pet names with each other and no red roses and chocolates, there's those time when they would work late and Hiruma would disappear and come back later with a box of creampuffs. Hiruma shows his affections not through words but by actions. It's just the kind of man he is. And Mamori always always prefers creampuffs over flowers and chocolates. And she kind of enjoys their verbal smackdowns more than the exchange of cute, cuddly petnames.)

Teaching cooking was good for Anezaki Mami. Not only she found a way to distract herself from the newly furbished nursery filled with toys and baby clothes that would never be worn or played with, but she also met Kobayakawa Mihae. And through Mihae, Mamori met Kobayakawa Sena. It can be said 'love-at-first-sight'. Mamori instantly loved the small, timid and adorable Kobayakawa Sena. Mamori doted on Sena. She tried her best to become a good older sister to the cute, pink-cheeked four-year old. For Mamori, no one is cuter than her little sister and she couldn't help but be incredibly protective of the brown eyed chibi. Because Sena is so adorable and kind and sweet, she was always prone to bullies so Mamori tried her best to protect her from those awful boys who kept pinching Sena and stealing Sena's things in their elementary years.

(Mamori was naïve enough to not consider that that was the way of boys to have Sena's attention).

But because Mamori is a year older, she can't really do much in the classroom where Sena was constantly tormented. Then there came, Kaitani Riku. Riku was a strong confident boy who showed the promise of a great man in the future. Since Riku and Sena were classmates, he could protect Sena-chan better. Mamori trusted Ri-kun because he was incredibly capable of protecting Sena in her place. And although, the two had 'secret training' -where it would always end with Ri-kun carrying Sena piggy-back style- she knew that Ri-kun would always take care of Sena.

Moreover, the two looked absolutely adorable together. And if Mamori would approve of any boy who can marry her little Sena-chan, it would be Ri-kun. Mamori was 98% sure that the two would fall in love in their high school days and marry after finishing college.

(Mamori actually taught Sena how to cook, bake and basically become a perfect wife for Ri-kun's benefit. Sena turned out to be a natural that she could outdo Mamori in womanly skills and by the end of her junior high, Sena had no dream but to become a great housewife who can take care of her husband and children in the future. Maybe that's why Mamori is so compatible with Hiruma, they're both expert at brainwashing.)

But suddenly, Ri-kun moved away so Sena-chan was left to fend for herself again. Mamori, of course, tried her best but Sena refused to tell her anything. It got worse in their junior high. They were in different schools. Mamori cursed her lack of foresight in enrolling in an all girls middle school with high standards and incredibly difficult entrance exam. Sena have many good points, academic excellence is not one of them. So Sena failed to get into Sakura All Girls Middle School and had to study in a public middle school.

Sena had always been a gentle girl who dislikes troubling anyone with her own problems. She had always told Mamori that she's fine and no one's bullying her and making her run errands. And Mamori couldn't really do anything so she decided that she'll go to a small, private high school where Sena could enter easily. It was an added bonus that Mamori's best friends wanted to go to Deimon too.

And the rest, as they say, is history.

(Mamori could say that meeting Sena was the luckiest and most blessed thing that happened in her life because if she had never met Sena she would never have met Monta-chan, Suzuna-chan and the Deimon American Football Club.)

Fourteen years after meeting Sena, there she was. Holding on the bar for her dear life because her boyfriend was intent on breaking every traffic rules in Japan. After a year and a half, she'll finally see Sena and Monta. So many things have changed. Sena-chan is no longer Sena the gopher or Sena the crybaby. She's now Kobayakawa Sena, Eyeshield 21, the greatest runner in this era. But inside, Mamori knew that she's still the sweet, caring and kind girl she met when she was five.

When they finally parked with no casualties but a few terrified-traumatized- by-standers, she sat with her team, the Saikyodai Wizards. The sophomores greeted her politely and she smiled at the freshmen. It seems that everyone was there even Kongo Agon. The Takekura Babels, the Ojo Silver Knights, Shuuhei Doctors and basically everyone in the collegiate Amefuto world. The side line was crowded with media who were eagerly waiting for the stars of the show; the homecoming of the two players who made waves in America. It was perhaps Sena's declaration of independence when she announced that she and her best friend would go to Enma. Mamori knew that Saikyo's sports director actually begged the two to enroll in Saikyodai, all expenses paid including rent and monthly allowance.

Mizumachi was enthusiastically making a live broadcast and Mamori breathed with relief because it seems that Ri-kun would be studying in Enma too. Good! Someone could watch over Sena and Monta and Suzuna in her place.

"It seems that the fucking chibi and the fucking monkey will be late. Their flight was delayed but they'll be coming before the half-time begins", Hiruma said looking at his phone.

Mamori also opened hers and saw Suzuna-chan's message. It seems that Kurita had received the message too as he told Unsui the news. Unsui nodded and decided that they could trash the Koigahama Cupids without Sena and Monta.

And they really did. Trash the Koigahama Cupids. Kurita had become faster and his benchmark seemed to have improved. Mamori winced as he obliterated the Cupids line and she could Gaou's laugh from the opposite bench. Mizumachi was incredible, his techniques had improved and it could be seen as he sacked the Cupids quarterback. Ri-kun had finally achieved the speed of light, Mamori realized, as he stole the ball and run to the end line securing a touchdown for Enma. It was followed by Sasaki Koutaro's beautifully precise kick. Unsui-san's vision was wide and careful as usual as he considered the Cupids defense. It became apparent that Enma would be a hell lot stronger this year. Mamori could hear Hiruma cackling madly by her side.

And that conclusion was before they've seen Monta and Sena which they just knew would be a whole new level of monsters after their time in America. It was exactly five seconds after the half-time when Yamato saw a familiar shade of blonde hair.

"Karin?", the amber eyes brunette said, his tone surprised as they saw Teikoku's former quarterback walked to Enma's bench. Karin was wearing a black blazer over a white buttoned down blouse with matching black skirt. A white fluffy scarf encircled her neck and white knee socks covered her calf.

"What is she doing here", Achilles remarked.

Everyone was quiet as the Amefuto players of different colleges eavesdropped to Koizumi Karin who bowed politely to Kongo Unsui. Even the media was stunned at the sudden appearance of the blonde quarterback who they thought had resigned from the football world.

"Uhmm… Konichiwa Kongo-buchou. I'm Koizumi Karin, position quarterback. Starting today, I will be a part of Enma Phoenix. Please look after me", she said. They couldn't see her expression as she was still on a deep 90 degree bow.

The field exploded into murmurs. Koizumi Karin? In Enma?

"How come Karin didn't tell us?", Yamato Takeru asked his bestfriend, Honjo Taka. The receiver was quiet with a half-confused, half-considering look as he stared at their former teammate.

"If Karin would've wanted to play, she could've joined us!", Achilles complained. It is not a secret that he harbored soft feelings for the quarterback.

"Maybe it is Koizumi-san's declaration of independence too", Mamori said smiling to them.

"Declaration of Independence?", Heracles asked.

"That she wishes to stand at her own feet and maybe, well, defeat us", Mamori replied.

"But she never really liked American Football!", Achilles exclaimed a little worried as he glanced at Enma's bench where Unsui inclined his head in response to Karin's polite greeting.

"Maybe she had learned to love it now", Mamori remarked.

Everyone was still talking. The media was in a buzz as the reporters called their editors about this news.

"Uwah! So this is Enma!",

"Everyone is here!",

"Look, look, Monta-chan! There's Musashi-san and Shin-san and Hiruma-san!",

It was those voices that quieted the field once again. They were familiar with them. The soft soprano voice of Kobayakawa Sena and the low, alto voice of Raimon Taro. But those young women couldn't be the two. Those women looked like they should've been on fashion magazines and runways. The way they moved showed their confidence in their body and despite the fact that everyone was staring at them, they didn't seem to mind. They looked like someone who knew their own worth and boy, they're not cheap. Their movements couldn't be called sexy but they're effortless and confident. They're movements were not sexy but graceful.

The taller, darker woman was wearing a white tank top-with a flashing red 80 printed in front-under a black fitted leather jacket. Her legs were encased by light blue skinny jeans and the most gorgeous black leather platform booties that Mamori would've fought tooth and nail for. On her neck lied an untied dark green knitted scarf with the words Fighting Irish in the end. Beside her was a small, frail looking girl wearing a delicate cream colored dress made of layers of sheer chiffon and lace. The dress ended in the middle of her thighs in ruffles and had a tube bodice that had matching smaller ruffles on the neckline. Her long, longlegs –well long for someone of her height- were covered by white knee socks with lace on the edge. She had the most adorable pink, high-heeled, Mary Janes, Mamori had ever seen. The smaller of the two would've look like the epitome of a girly girl if not for the black varsity jacket with the initials S.K. embroidered on the upper left side of the jacket. The logo of Notre Dame could be seen shining in gold at the back of the jacket with the words Fighting Irish. She used the jacket to cover her shoulders and arms from the otherwise revealing dress. The two sauntered to the Enma Phoenix bench seemingly ignorant of the ogling eyes of Koigahama Cupids and the bright flashbulbs of the photographers on the sidelines. They stopped in front of Kongo Unsui with Karin.

"Ossu, Kongo-buchou. Sena and I will be on your care now. Treat us gently, kay?" the taller one said her hand on the end of her rather thick eyebrows, imitating a salute. The smaller one bowed and smiled brightly at the Enma Quarterback. Kongo Unsui blinked; behind him the Enma Phoenix tried to rewire their brain. When the pieces finally connected, everyone gaped, yes, even the players on the bleachers above the Enma's bench.

"Sena-chan? Monta-chan?" Kurita asked cautiously as though he was afraid to find the answer.

"Ah. Kurita-san! I'm glad you're doing well!", Kobayakawa Sena said gently as she recognized the center.

Kobayakawa Sena had grown taller, but she's still on the petite side. Without her platform shoes, she would barely reach Kongo Unsui's shoulder. She had grown her hair to her waist and it's the kind of hair that Japanese Shampoo Companies are trying to create. Straight and Silky. Sena had always cut her hair in traditional Japanese way, with blunt bangs covering her forehead and just above her groomed eyebrows. Her hair was the color of coffee mixed with milk. She no longer looks at the ground when somebody talks or looks at her. Her pimples were gone and her skin, miraculously, was unblemished. And it was such a beautiful skin. Milky white with a tinge of roses. It looked soft and dewy to touch. And now that she no longer uses her hair to cover her face, everyone could clearly see her doll-like features. Large, Large brown eyes framed by thick, long eyelashes. Tiny, straight nose. Small pink cupid-bow lips. Delicate cheekbones. She looked exactly like a ball-jointed doll. Like a French porcelain doll. The kind of girl who could make any man feel protective of.

"So you're here too, Mizumachi?" Raimon Takara asked casually to the lineman.

Mizumachi blinked and grinned "I heard that you can enter without studying! You look really good, Sena, Monta!", Sena's pink cheeks became a shade darker but she smiled and said "Thank you for your compliment, Mizumachi-kun", Monta, meanwhile, slapped Mizumachi's arm and laughed. Mamori could see Hosokawa Ikkyu blushed at the sound of alto-voice laughter. Because, really, the sound was actually very sexy. Raimon Takara had the kind of voice made for a bedroom.

Raimon Takara still talks like a boy, she still addresses herself as 'Boku', but she can't be called Monkey now. She finally grew taller, her arms and legs catching up to her hands and feet. Her head reached Kongo Unsui's ears. Whereas Sena's features were delicate and doll-like, Monta's were sultry and vivid. Flawless golden skin. Sharp cheekbones. Prominent eyebrows. Straight nose. Full, downturned mouth. She had the facial appearance one can mostly see in Bollywood films complete with the almond shaped, heavily lashed eyes and thick dark, brown hair with large waves. The only flaw from her almost-perfect Aishawarya Rai beauty is that her ears are rather large.

And if anyone would ask, Sena's best facial feature is her large, doe eyes that spoke and probed many feelings. A man could actually stare at her eyes and got lost in it. Monta's, meanwhile, would be her full, wide, downturning lips. Japanese men wouldn't have really appreciated it since they mostly prefer Sena's kind of delicate beauty but Monta have the kind of exotic beauty that Europeans and Americans totally eat up. Sena had the kind of legs that supermodels would murder or pay millions to have while Monta's shoulders were broader and arms slightly longer. Both have slender bodies, not too much curves and not too much bulk either. The kind of girl you would imagine would be playing tennis or cheerleading.

It is incredibly hard to connect these women to the pimply, shy Sena and the monkey-ish, loud Monta they first met three years ago. Every Amefuto players cursed; some verbally, some mentally. It is one thing to fight girls but to fight three, seemingly fragile, beautiful girls. Most men, after all, have a dog-don't-bite-bitch mindset and three years ago, the two Deimon offensive backs were still underdeveloped and well, plain (not ugly) enough for them to pretend that they are one of the boys.

Shit. How the hell do they expect them to fight?

That was the general thought of the footballers.

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. ' Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass." Maya Angelou

SNEAK PEAK

HATSUKOI

or

The three times Sena lost against Mamori.

It was Deimon's Second Christmas Bowl when Mamori and Hiruma got together. Before New Year, Monta and Sena flew to America. That was no coincidence.