Disclaimer: The Eyeshield 21 manga and anime series do not belong to me

Warning: A lot of swearing in this chapter

Chapter 4: The Right to Improve

Arashi's wrist felt like it was going to snap in two. The strength being exerted on it was nothing like the small-school bully had ever felt before; his size and attitude had always served him well in fights and by middle school no-one was brave enough to even attempt to fight back. It had been a long time since he had been outmatched and he had forgotten that instinctive fear of facing someone with the intent and power to destroy him. His knees buckled from the pain and he could feel the scared eyes of his gang on his back. None of the morons had moved to help him, paralysed with fear of this new stronger predator in their environment.

"W-What the f-" Poor Arashi never got to finish his sentence as the hand crushing his wrist suddenly yanked him completely off the floor. For a second the stunned bully floated in mid-air, suspended only by the power of his assailant's hand. Then he was flying. The two guys who were meant to act as back-up/intimidation could only watch in horror as their leader was hurled across the street at an alarming speed.

If Sena wasn't so shocked she would have been in awe of the accuracy and power if her saviours throw. Instead she watched with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth as Agon Kongo threw her middle school tormentor into a stack of rubbish. At this point her mind had short circuited and she was only barely aware of her surroundings.

"A-A-Arashi-sama!" Minion One scurried over to the now unconscious Arashi Tsugi. Minion Two had yet to take his frightened eyes off of the monster in front of him; he did seem to have a slightly greater degree of courage than his companions though.

"W-Why the hell did you do that?" Unfortunately his ability to speak came back with an increase in stupidity and he actually stepped forward and grabbed Agon by the shirt. Sena barely kept her wince hidden and found herself severely pitying the boy in front of her; apparently he had completely lost all of his survival instinct at one point so the danger of what he was doing had not registered in his mind…yet.

"The reason I threw that fucking trash" This was so not good. She did not want to see the bloodshed that was about to happen. Agon had now grabbed the hand of Minion Two and was giving him that glare. That glare which never failed to freeze people in their steps, that glare which promised pain and anguish, that glare which belonged on the face of a horror story character than a high school student. She could very nearly see the bloodlust and anger radiating out of him. "Was very simple."

Minion Two now experienced for himself the strength of Agon Kongo, the once-in-a-century prodigy with the God-Speed impulse, as his wrist was nearly broken by the two fingered grip. Too late his survival instinct kicked in as he realised what sort of predator he had provoked.

"He bumped me when he walked towards that girl. The gods should never be touched by such worthless trash." Sena could only blink as Minion Two was sent flying after his leader and Minion One let out another shriek of surprise.

The three of them made a pitiful sight; one knocked out, one with what looked like a broken wrist, and one frantically trying to drag them away from the person who had caused it. She only hoped that by the time the three of them returned to school she had gotten strong enough to deal with them when they inevitably took revenge on her for their humiliation.

"Chh, fucking weaklings." With a sense of dread Sena turned to face her "saviour". He was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt with some sort of brand name on it, he held himself in a fairly relaxed matter which was a mirror opposite of his behaviour when he and been dealing with the bullies. Now that the cause of his irritation had been removed, that horrible choking anger she'd felt coming off him had disappeared. He looked almost exactly the way that he had in her dream, although his hair was shorter. Whilst she had accepted that the dreams were not just ordinary dreams it was still a shock to see people from them in reality.

When she had seen Hiruma and Kurita at Deimon she had felt surprised and fairly happy, when she had bumped into Shin and Sakuraba she had felt a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and excitement, jogging with Shin had been slightly surreal but overall enjoyable. Coming face to face with Agon, so soon after she had started having the dreams, caused her body to flood with panic. She could still feel it, that thing which he kept hidden under a bored demeanour and fake smile, that evilness which had characterised boy-Sena's first meeting with him.

A really, really big section of her mind was screaming at her to run away, she was so not ready for a meeting with him yet. Another section of her mind helpfully informed her that a) she wouldn't be able to outrun him un her current state, b) he had no idea who she was so unless she did something incredibly stupid she should just avoid his notice, his arrogance meant that he usually ignored ordinary people and c) he had saved her from an unpleasant situation and it would be incredibly rude of her just to run away. A final, incredibly small, section whispered that he had gotten slightly better after the Shinryuji Naga vs Deimon Devil Bats game, so he couldn't be 100% made up of evil.

Why the fuck are you acting so scared fucking shrimp! You know you can beat fucking dreads so stop acting like a fucking wimp!

Maybe she should schedule a mental health check before she went home. Yet, like always, the voice had a point Agon was not as invincible as he liked to believe; she had images, memories, of him being beaten. The god was not as untouchable as he liked to think. She may not be strong enough now but she could be.

With that thought in mind she straightened her spine to thank her "saviour".


Agon was pissed and slightly hung-over. The bitch he was fucking lived too far away for him to put in the effort to come for much longer. Not to mention those useless Deimon trashes went to school near here. If he ever saw that fucking tub of lard again he might actually throw up, and if he bumped into that fucker Hiruma again…Shit it was too bothersome thinking about those losers. He better break it off with his most recent bitch soon so he had even less reasons to come here.

He'd been thinking about the party he was going to this evening when that worthless piece of trash had bumped his shoulder and then walked straight past him as if he hadn't done anything wrong. He was in a rotten mood and the trash had been a convenient and easy outlet, like most of the trashes in the world. It was only after he'd thrown the first idiot that he'd felt the gaze of someone else other than the three dickheads. At first he'd dismissed it as a fourth idiot who he'd need to beat up but as he'd thrown the second piece of trash (that fucker had dared to grab him, a broken wrist was the nicest of the things he wanted to do to that trash) when he'd caught sight of the fourth person. It was a girl.

As they both watched the three idiots half scramble half drag themselves away from him he examined the girl from the corner of his eye. Short, no chest, sweaty face, scruffy hair, great he'd wasted his time by helping this average girl? If she'd been cute that would have been an unexpected bonus in his crap day. The only thing going for her were her legs and he admitted from what he could see that they were fine, although it was difficult to get a decent picture as they were trembling, but that wasn't enough for him to go on and he didn't go for anything that was less than the best. She was a weakling too if she was intimidated by those three. A fucking weak, useless, average looking girl held no interest for him.

Surprisingly she didn't run away whilst he was dealing with (taking his anger out on) the trash and she didn't run now when it was just the two of them. Time for him to go then, he had no interest in trash.

"Thank you."

Two words, spoken clearly without fear or disgust or wonder, halted him in his tracks. Hardly anyone spoke to him like that, not even his brother; they were the polite words of one person thanking another person, two people on the same level. He couldn't remember the last time that that had happened

"Huh?" He turned his head back to stare at the girl-trash. She was standing in exactly the same position, she hadn't moved back and nothing in her posture said that she was going to retreat. Her back was straight, not hunched over with fear or awe at his skill, and looks. Her face showed no sign of a blush or worry about what he might to do her. A pair of weak looking hands clasped a bag to a flat chest but they weren't shaking or betraying any sign of unease. But that wasn't what made him pause…

In years to come he would forever deny, with plenty of swearing and violence, that this was the moment when Sena Kobayakawa stepped slightly above the everyday average pieces of trash he saw in the world, not by much though. It was the moment when his scowling, still angry eyes were evenly matched by her calm gaze.

There was nothing to off about her eyes; they showed gratefulness, unsurprising, and caution, but not as much as most people, it was the caution of meeting a stranger not the caution of seeing him hurl two students across the street. He could detect a little bit of respect for his abilities, not nearly as much as they deserved, and there was a little bit of confusion there as well, the trash was probably wondering why he'd done it.

There was no fear. There was no worship. There was no sense that this girl saw him as anything other than a normal person. No that was wrong, rather she didn't see him as significantly stronger than herself. As if they were equals on nearly the same footing and she was sure that she could catch him.

This piece of trash was looking at him like he wasn't unreachable.

This should have infuriated him. He should have walked over there and shown her how vast the differences between them really were. He had no issues knocking a girl down, though he usually didn't have to and it was not as enjoyable as grinding fucking guy-trashes into the ground. All it would take was for him to walk over there and make her feel the same strength that those other three fuckers had felt. Then she would look at him like everyone else did. Then that fucking normal look would disappear, things would be back to the way they were. It should have pissed him off because it reminded him of that bastard Hiruma who had also dared to dream that he was not unbeatable. The eyes of the girl were like that bastards and it should have pissed him off.

Yet for some reason even his genius mind couldn't understand he didn't get angry. Perhaps there was some mild irritation, though that was mainly due to the knowledge that he should be fucking furious and he wasn't. It was…unsettling. His anger was a constant presence in his life and for it to fail so completely was…Fuck he needed a drink.

"I said thank you. Tsugi-san would have hurt me if you hadn't stopped him." The same calm even tone, the same unwavering gaze. When was the last time that somebody had just honestly thanked him?

"I didn't do it for you trash. That fucker annoyed me that was all, if he hadn't bumped me I would have let him hit you." Maybe now she-

"Still, despite your reasons you did help so thank you." No, no fucking difference at all. Suddenly his irritation flared, he had to make her stop looking at him like that, and he walked over to her. Part of him expected her to cower, to back down at his approach. Physically he dwarfed her, he could probably crush her with just one of his fingers and not feel any strain at all, yet those damn eyes never moved from his. More unnerved than he'd like to admit he scowled down at her, letting some of his irritation show in his eyes.

"I didn't want to help you trash. I have no interest in fucking weaklings who can't defend themselves from that pathetic excuse of a human." His words wanted to hurt, wanted to provoke, wanted to break her down. The reaction he got was unexpected.

Her lips twitched from that bland look into a bittersweet smile, her eyes were coloured with a touch of humour and she gripped her bag a little tighter. Other than that nothing changed. It was almost as if she admitted that she was a weakling but still thought that he was within her level. The fuckin-

"I know I'm weak." He blinked as her words cut off his chain of thought, the voice was still calm but now there was something else. A hint of steel completely at odds with what he'd seen not two minutes earlier. The smile on her mouth widened, as if she could sense his confusion and was laughing at him. Again the anger that should have flared didn't, it was similar to the way he dealt with Unko-chan; his brother at times said things that should have pissed him off and make him lash out at his twin and yet-

"I know I wasn't able to deal with Tsugi-san or his friends without getting beat up. I know I'm weak, at the moment. But that doesn't mean I can't be strong." This last sentence she spoke with such conviction and confidence that for a millisecond he believed her, then reality sunk in. He threw his head back and laughed.


Sena honestly didn't know why she hadn't run for the hills. It was like she had been split in two: the Sena who as speaking was the one who agreed to run with Shin-san, made her say no to the delinquents, and really wanted to become the Eyeshield 21 who she had seen in her dreams, the other Sena was the teenage girl who had been protected by Mamori-neechan since before she could remember, always ran away from pain, and had no self-confidence whatsoever. That Sena was currently gagged and screaming inside a prison cell whilst the other Sena spoke quite calmly to Agon-san.

Voices in her head, strange futuristic dreams and now she was developing multiple personality disorder. She better make that mental health check a priority.

It wasn't that she wasn't scared of Agon-san or didn't respect his abilities, she did. She respected every one of the players she had played…would play against and you would be a complete idiot not to feel some fear for the more aggressive of the Kongo brothers. It just wasn't the same fear that boy-Sena had felt when he first met Agon, he had gotten past that and for some bizarre reason his lessening of fear had transferred to her, in a similar way that her English level had improved dramatically. She was unsure if she would ever truly feel equal to people like Shin-san or Agon-san but she wouldn't treat them like gods either, he had played with the gods before and had won. It was her turn now. Her turn to run against the gods. Everything was against her; her body, her stamina, her own lack of confidence, but she wanted the right to challenge the monsters. She wanted to use her right to fight to the best of her abilities. That was one of the things that he had learnt.

So when Agon-san started to laugh at her rather than stutter and start to bow in apology she simply stood there and waited for him to stop.

"You can't be serious. A fucking weakling like you? Become strong?" He broke off into laughter again and Sena worked hard to maintain her calm face. He met her eyes again and she could see disbelief, confidence, laughter, things that should have made her want to bury herself in the ground, a part of her did, but she didn't move. She had been serious in what she'd said, the fact that Shin-san had asked her to jog with him today gave her enough of a push to stand her ground.

"I am serious. I want to become stronger. I want to see how far someone like me can go." He snorted again, he seemed to have dismissed her as nothing more than a lunatic, a wimpy girl with stupid dreams of becoming stronger but far too weak and spineless to actually do it. For some insane reason that disbelief annoyed her, she knew that she could improve, and without her consent her mouth opened and-

"That's why I'm going to join the American Football Team at the high school I join." That got his attention, the laughter stopped, his eyes focused and his back straightened just a tad. A horrible grin crossed his face.

"You won't last a week. They'll eat you alive little girl. They'll fucking destroy you until there is nothing last." He bent his head down slowly and she could see the beginning of a fanatical gleam in his previously laughing eyes. "That's what I do. What I did to those two pieces of trash earlier is nothing compared to how I am on the field. I destroy people." He said it with such relish that it nearly broke her mask.

'How can someone with his gifts be so evil? How can he enjoy destroying other people's dreams? How can he like causing other people pain?'

The weaker Sena would have cried, or ran away or just nodded to everything this predator said. But she wasn't that girl anymore, well she was kinda but she wasn't just that girl anymore. There was something stronger in her now, something that had been missing before, and she refused to run away again.

"I have the right to try."

"It's useless to try, a fucking wimp like you could never stand on the same field as me." At this her smile morphed into something similar to a grin and for a second Agon looked thrown by the response to his taunt.

"Well, I guess when I see you on the field you'll have to apologize."

For just a moment his sneer softened into something that looked suspiciously like a grin and his eyes lost that dark fanatical gleam that she had seen before. It didn't last long but it was enough to encourage her not to back away slowly.

"It'll be a cold day in hell when that happens trash."

"We'll both have to wait and see then. Thank you once again for saving me." With that brisk reply she turned her back on Agon Kongo and started to walk away. She had managed two steps before-

"Hey trash!" Turning round slightly she saw him staring fairly intently at her back.

"What is it stranger-san?" That's right she didn't know him or his name. He twitched at the name.

"As payment for saving you tell me your name." She blinked; surprised at his rather normal demand, then she pretended to frown.

"I thought you had no intention of saving me." He scowled; they both knew that she was playing with him, something that even his brother didn't do. Once again she had no clue why she was doing it, it was surprisingly fun, similar to the feeling he got when he played against strong opponents.

"You thanked me so you owe me one. Now tell me your name fucking trash." She nodded her head in mock surrender to his argument.

"My name is Sena Kobayakawa, and what is yours stranger-san." He sneered and turned his back on her starting to walk in the opposite direction. She shrugged and turned back around, it was probably too much to expect him to be polite with her just because he hadn't beaten her up.

"If by some miracle you do get in a team I'll tell you my name trash." The words could barely be heard as they walked away from each other, as if they were as reluctant to be heard as they were to be said. But hear them she did, and the smile which had started to form transformed into a fully-fledged grin.

She chose to walk home, the school uniform for girls was completely unsuitable for jogging in, and not even the rain managed to dim the grin on her face. She had no idea why she was happy, she just was, and not even arriving home sodden and soaked to the bone was enough to damper her mood. The homework would be completed over the weekend as usual, but instead of settling down to watch TV she went upstairs to her room. The jogging outfit from this morning lay on her bed and she quickly changed into it. Tying the laces on her trainers she yelled to her parents that she was going out.

Before they could voice concerns over the weather she was off. The rain pelted against her back and her toes were becoming damp from all the puddles she ran in. She had already jogged intensively for an hour this morning and her legs still felt a little shaky yet this was something she felt she needed to do.

Shin-san, Agon-san, Yamato-san…all of them, they were all better than her at her current level. If she wanted to improve she would have to put everything into it, it wasn't something that she could do on a whim and give up later. No matter how sore her body got, no matter how much her legs protested she would have to push on because now she had something to prove: Shin-san had wanted to jog with her, she had told Agon-san that she would see him on the field. This was no longer just a vague dream, no longer an experiment to see what she could do because he had. It was something that she had done, this was her go now, her potential to fulfil not some dream-male version of her.

As corny as it sounded it was personal now.

Congratulations fucking shrimp. You finally got some fucking motivation.

It should have been disturbing, it shouldn't have filled her with pride, but it did.

Maybe the mental health check could wait.


Shiyuma Kobayakawa loved his wife and daughter. They were the two most important people in his life and he would do anything for them. He loved Mihae, to him she was the most beautiful woman in the world and had one of the kindest hearts, he still felt the same degree of love for her as he had the day they got married. Occasionally he would find himself twitching when she spoke about setting Sena up with a friend's teenage son or encouraging Sena to be more outgoing but he knew that his wife loved their daughter and only wanted her to be happy. Mihae's idea of happiness included love and she was determined for her daughter to find it, even if said daughter didn't want to find it when she was a teenager. He wasn't too bothered; mainly because Sena had shown no real interest in guys and took her mother's words with a shrug and partly because any boy who attempted to date his daughter would have to get through him first.

His number once achievement in life will always be becoming a father; he adores his daughter He may not be as open or as flamboyant about it as his wife but it's plain to anyone who knows him that he loves her. His little girl never fails to make him proud. Occasionally he is concerned about her lack of self-confidence and her shyness but he knows that the people who don't look past that are not the sort of friends she deserves. He knows that Sena will grow up to be as beautiful as mother and that she is far stronger than she appears.

Her 'friends' are not spoken about much, Shiyuma is not stupid and he knows that boys like Arashi Tsugi are trouble. He sees the way that Sena comes home from school with a bent back, sore wrists and hands from carrying things and out of breath from running errands for her 'friends'. It is obvious what is going on yet his daughter refuses to speak up, he's asked her about it, expressed his concerns and she has just shaken her head, smiled, and insisted that she was fine. He knew after their tenth talk about it that it was useless, this was not something he could protect her from, and she had to get out of it herself.

Mamori Anezaki will always have his gratitude for protecting his girl in areas where he couldn't. He knows she has to grow on her own and stand up for herself but it didn't make it an easy pill to swallow.

It is unsurprising that Shiyuma was the first person of the Kobayakawa household to notice the changes in his daughter. One day she woke up from an odd dream and then it was like a switch had been flicked. Sena started to hold herself a little straighter, that submissive aura of a tiny animal is…still there but now the animal has claws, and her stutter has begun to disappear; she still can't meet new people without blushing and staring everywhere except at the person, but it's a start.

There is an odd look in her eye, it's not quite confidence but it's something similar. There is purpose in his daughter, some idea or goal or desire is pushing her forward with a startling intensity.

Whatever it is Shiyuma is glad of it.

That day of the dream had been the first day that Sena had come back without the tell-tale marks that he had seen before. Marks that he hadn't seen for weeks. She did come home once with a bruised lip but had mumbled something about a fall, and then as she was leaving he swore he'd heard her say:

"He won't catch me again."

There were no more bruises after that.

To his surprise she'd started jogging, he knew that her childhood friend Riku had given her some tips on running but Sena had never been interested in sport or exercise before. Whenever she wasn't at school, at mealtimes, at Mamori's house or doing homework she is in her tracksuit jogging out the house. She's started to jog for a little longer now, a little further than before and she's beginning to lose that winded look when she comes back. She's told him where she jogs and the area is very safe, no chance of her running into any unsavoury characters, although his daughter can at times have extremely bad luck, so he's not too concerned about that.

No what's got his father senses tingling is Sena's new jogging partner. Every day without fail Seijuro Shin arrives at 5am and jogs with his daughter for an hour. She told him about it of course but begged him to keep her mother in the dark for a little while, imagining the reaction of Mihae to the news that her shy Sena was voluntary spending time with a teenage boy around the same age he could understand her reluctance.

What he couldn't understand was the connection between his daughter and her new jogging partner. He'd met the boy a couple of times when he had to get up early for work and they were returning from a jog. The boy was an athlete, a driven one at that, he was polite, very serious, straight-forward and seemed to have an extraordinary case of misfortune with technology as he had found out one morning when their doorbell had been destroyed by the boy pressing it too strongly. He was a solemn person and he wondered how someone as shy as his daughter could be so content and relaxed by someone as serious as Seijuro Shin.

He was secure in the knowledge that on Sena's side at least it went no further than a rather odd friendship. He'd asked her about her relationship with the high school student and when he's hinted about something more than friends she had gone completely red and vehemently denied any interest. His daughter could never hide her feelings from him so he knew that, for now at least, a rather strange friendship was all it would remain.

Any concern about the boy was wiped away each day when he saw how happy his daughter seemed. By nature his daughter was a happy person but as the years went on and the bullying continued that part of her personality seemed a little forced, a little faked, and now that was gone. For the truly happy grin on Sena's face Shiyuma would allow her odd bond with Shin to remain her business. If he caught Shin with his hands anywhere on her person though, it would be a different, most likely bloody, story.

For now though, it is the Christmas holidays, Sena's school has broken up, he has a little extra money from a Christmas bonus and he wants to take his two most important people somewhere nice before Christmas. While he approves of Sena's jogging and what it is doing for her confidence he still wants her to enjoy being a teenager. Where to go? Just a few days to relax and enjoy being with his family.

Hmm. Osaka sounded nice. He hasn't visited the Kansai region in a while.

AN: Exams are finished! My mind has just collapsed from relief, now I just need to put off thinking about the results. Anyway, sorry I made you guys wait but I hope this is worth it. I am stunned by the response to this and just hope I can do the story and you the readers justice. Anyway, Agon has appeared! I don't usually like Agon but I thought I'd give him a fair chance even if what he did to Kurita just makes me so angry. He won' t be in the harem but he'll still be fairly important in Sena's development I want to make their relationship a good learning experience for the both of them, although Agon will be very stubborn. I will try and get chapters out fairly regularly after this and I fully intend to finish. I hope everyone was in IC and I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Don't worry she will eventually get to Deimon. I've had a lot of reviews either supporting Riku or Hiruma and I only ask that people accept the results of the poll. The poll is still up and it's very close so if you haven't already please vote! Votes in reviews do not count so please go on to my profile.

Reviews:

SasoLOVE111: Hopefully it will get better still.

Wishyuki: I am planning her to be a lot stronger than male-Sena was at the start of the manga but she won't be Yamato-level either. I'm glad you like it.

xXxIRISxXx: The Yaoi couple is going to remain a secret for now and I don't know how obvious I'm going to make it. I'm glad you like my version of fem-Sena

Msdgirl: Sorry to disappoint but it wasn't one of the brothers, I wanted something to develop Sena a little further and begin to attempt to write Agon. Thank you for the review!

Azalie-Kauriu: Yes I am evil and I do apologize for the delay in between chapters but I didn't want to write something during exam period as it would not nearly be as good as a chapter written not during exams. Yamato did nto appear here but he will be appearing earlier than he does in the manga.

Heretogetthestory: Thank you for the luck and the support, hope this was worth it!

Aoi24: Thank you for the input on the pairings and I'm glad you like the 'Hiruma-voice' idea. I will respect the results of the poll and I just hope that I can write it in a believable away. Thank you for the review!

meglepetes: Sorry for the evil cliffhanger but it was the perfect moment to end it. I'm glad that you support the harem and I'm glad that you and others enjoy this fanfic so much after only three now four chapters.

SleepyPuppy: Sorry it's not Hiruma but don't worry he is coming.

Elma Avalonia: Poor Sena has no clue about boys which should make future chapters both funny and awkward, for her. The future journal thing has a couple of different plot uses but nothing specific yet though thank you for the idea (evil grin). I've not written yaoi before so this should be very interesting for both readers and me.

DeLa Lune: The start of Deimon High School for Sena is going to be different at the moment building her up and creating bonds is the main focus. Thank you for the review!

jadeevans05: The time travel aspect of the story is going to impact majorly on the plot and I am going to try and make it fairly original. Shin will play and has played a significant part in her growth so don't worry that will continue. I'm happy that you enjoy my story.

backupsystem: I think that Sena's gopher days are behind her. Thank you so much for reviewing each chapter they all made me smile. The 'Hiruma-voice' is very helpful though slightly worrying for Sena's mental state. Unfortunately it wasn't Jyuumanji, I have a different first meeting planned for him. Thank you for the luck and I'm thrilled you enjoyed this so much.

Iliachenva'ar72: My schedule has freed up significantly so the summer is looking good for this fanfic I will try my hardest to keep this going, I really enjoy writing it even if at times I'm unsure if I'm writing in character.

Little Lady Otaku: The yaoi couple will remain secret but congratulations on guessing right!

Cielheart Ie'chan: Here is more and I hope it was worth the wait. There will definitely be some jealousy amongst the boys in later chapters but now Sena is still growing.

AngeLinks: I'm glad you LOVE IT. I think this is the only time-travel one but there are plenty of Fem-Sena ones if you're interested in that aspect of the story.

The0HiddenKey: Sena's pairings have already been decided apart from the poll and I hope you have done well on your finals. I wish you look too if they're still going on.

pizzas are immortal: I'm pleased that this is your first ES21 fic and that you enjoyed it, there are some really amazing fanfics on the site.

naruke3176: Meet Agon, a little difficult to write but important for character development.

Araknofobia: Merci de votre revue! I'm glad you could enjoy the translated version.

Midnight Shadow Girl: Hopefully it will reach the end, though there will be some bumps to smooth out on the way.

SilencexX: I hope this chapter hasn't disappointed you and I hope this was soon enough.

elmms: I'm pleased you find it exciting.

Mirae Desciderium: Here is some Agon for you to enjoy! I am trying to find the balance in Sena between shy and kickass but I think it's getting clearer. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

10-iz4: The twist was a vicious plot bunny that refused to let me sleep until I wrote it down.

Epoch95: Yes it was Agon and I'm glad you like it so much!

peanutkisses: Here is the continuation.