Hello good fellas. I hope I can finish writing this chapter within 2 dayssss. I realized I never put a disclaimer so..
Disclaimer: I dooo noooot own Eyeshield 21. This applies to everysingle chappy I post on this story so this is my ooonly time Im gonna write thisssss….hissss….okay I know I'm not rlly making sense here but I'm in a weird mood. weird. weird. weird. No matter how many times I write it, that word just looks weird. weird. weird. wow it looks german or something for some reason right now. weird. weird.
anyway. story startiiiingg
Sena and the three "brothers" stood before the football club room that looked identical to the dirty storage room they had walked by on their way here. "Uh, Sena, are you sure we're at the right place?" Kuroki asked.
Sena shrugged in response. "The person who I asked said it was here." They looked at him skeptically. Sena stepped forward towards the room and put a hand on the door handle. "We might as well check since we're here already."
The brunette had barely finished his last words before the door he had his hand on was yanked open forcefully. Sena was immediately bombarded by a large thing, which he realized was a person afterward when he heard loud cries coming from the large body above him, who had him pinned on the ground.
"W-w-who…can't b-b-breathe!" Sena sputtered breathlessly. The heavy weight was finally lifted off of him (with the chant of: "sorrysorrysorry!") but immediately faced another crisis when he saw a huge drop of snot dripping dangerous off of the large boy's nose, nearing him by every second. "Wha-wai-wa-wait!" Sena stuttered out. He squeezed his eyes shut and instinctively rolled out of the range of the snot, hitting the arms of the person who had him trapped under, causing the big guy to lose balance and fall on Sena again. This is not my best day…Sena internally groaned as he helplessly wiggled under him. His eyebrows knitted in irritation when he heard the triplets laughing their asses off, watching the entire scene unfold before them.
After a moment of struggle, Sena and the other boy finally stood up from the ground. Sena sighed as he brushed off the dirt from his shirt. He looked up to see the other boy's head bowed low in apology. "I'm sooo sorry!" He sniveled deeply, attempting to suck in all his snot. "I just got really excited and started crying because I thought you were a new recruit…but I guess you don't want to anymore now if you had even wanted to in the first place…." His voice trailed off miserably, trudging back to the club room with a dark depressing cloud following him.
"Wait, I never said I didn't want to join."
The boy spun around and teleported in front of Sena, clasping his hands in his at an impossible speed. His eyes had turned into a million sparkles twinkling and he had on the widest toothy smile ever. "REALLY?!" He exclaimed jubilantly.
"…Y-yeah."
He looked past Sena, addressing the other three, "Are you three joining too?!" He was beyond the point of happy and looked to be floating joyously in the air with wings that had magically sprouted on his back.
Before the threesome could say a word, Sena cut in, "Yeah, they want to be linemen." The onion-headed brunette began bawling uncontrollably, hiccupping as he quickly led them in the club room.
"I-I-I've always wanted to have t-t-teammates! T-three more linemen to boot!" He sobbed emotionally as he wiped the tears out of his eyes. He suddenly began bowing again and sheepishly said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Ryokan Kurita, nice to meet you!"
"I'm Sena. Kobayakawa Sena." Then he gestured the other three. "The brother's names are-"
"WE'RE NOT BROTHERS!"
"-Kuroki, Juumonji and Togano." Sena continued without hesitation.
"And we do NOT…"
"…want to join…"
"…the football-" The last part was cut off by a sharp look Sena threw at them.
Kurita smiled obliviously as walked up to what seemed to be a table, but Sena couldn't be sure because it was so cluttered with random things he couldn't even see even a square centimeter of the table's surface. He then proceeded to use his large arms to sweet everything off of it in one go, causing the room to echo with loud bangs and clicks and clatters from all the objects that had previously been on the table and had fell to the floor. Sena merely raised his eyebrows at the messy behavior and asked, "So who are the other members on the football team?"
Kurita listed the current football members, each finger ticking off one at a time. "There's me…" A pause. "…and Hiruma."
Silence fell upon the room.
"…are you, perhaps, forgetting a few other members?" Juumonji questioned dubiously.
Kurita shook his head sadly, "No, I'm sure I didn't miss any members."
Sena frowned. "Then how were you able to play in the Christmas Bowl if you only had two members?"
"We had players from other sports club play. Obviously it was just temporary though." Kurita sighed and looked down. He perked up as he said, "Ah, I was going to go make tea and bring out the cakes. Wait a second." They all grabbed a chair and sat down, watching Kurita pour tea into the tea cups he assembled on the small table. "So, Sena, how do you know about the Christmas Bowl?" He set plates of assorted cakes down.
"Well, it's hard not to know what it is when one of your friends only talks about it." Sena said as he thought of Shin.
"Wait. Wait." Juumonji cut in before the conversation could progress any further. "What's the Christmas Bowl?"
Sena and Kurita explained the high school football tournament to the not-exactly interested triplets. They sat at the club room comfortably eating cakes and sipping tea as they discussed the club. It was evening by the time Sena and the three finally set off for home. The four high school boys walked together, crossing the bridge as the slight spring breeze ruffled their hair. Sena looked out at the mild orange horizon, admiring the suburban city view.
"Why'd you tell the big guy that we were joining the club with you?" Togano asked as they all stopped to look at the setting sun.
"Don't you guys want to try something new?" He took out his new cell phone and stared at the second person on his contacts list, Ryokan Kurita. "Not just hanging around and doing nothing afterschool?"
Juumonji scowled darkly at the Sena's question. "Why'd you help us buy lunch?" The blonde threw out another question.
Sena shrugged. "'Cause I felt like it."
"Why football?"
"Why not?" There was a moment of silence.
"Really, why?" Juumonji pressed on, not accepting Sena's simple reasoning.
"I think you guys will like football." Sena turned to face the three of them fully. His eyes shined brightly, reflected from the sun. His irises seemed to have a beseeching gleam in them as he spoke. "Just try it. Please."
Juumonji stared at Sena in wonder and amazement. Something overwhelming passed over him as his breath was immediately stolen by the boy before him. He was caught in a blazing inferno of passion that burned brightly in those mesmerizing brown eyes. Juumonji kept his expression casual, stuffed his hands in his pockets and managed to let out a seemingly reluctant consent. In the corner of his eyes, he saw Kuroki and Togano looking at him strangely. He knew why. Normally, he would never have ever even considered this kind of thing. He didn't like commitment. No matter to who or what, he just didn't. The blonde knew his brothers, in all but blood (there he admitted it), didn't either. But he couldn't not say yes to Sena. Not when he looked at them like that. He held in a sigh of relief when they nodded, albeit with frowns on their faces.
Juumonji put a hand on his heart as he thought about his first day at Deimon High. His other hand was behind his head, with the pillow under it. He stared out at the darkness above, not really seeing anything. His mind, for the thousandth time, went back to the smile Sena gave them when they decided to stay in the football club. Sena's determined gleaming eyes were nothing compared to that smile. It was filled with relief, gratitude, and most of all: pure, innocent, happiness. The noisy cars and bustling people below them suddenly seemed to mute themselves; the sky, the ground was no longer there. All he was aware of was that beautiful expression this boy named Kobayakawa Sena made. The overwhelming feeling he had before rushed back to him at that moment, by ten—no, a hundredfold. Juumonji's thoughts wandered, never straying far from the curious boy he met today. What drove the boy this far for football? He closed his eyes as he realized how tired he was. Maybe football won't be too bad.
Sena rested an arm on his school bag that was slung over his shoulder. He yawned into his other arm as he walked to Deimon High on the second day of school. He had slept late last night and still woke at dawn for his daily run. After getting ready for school, he had rung the doorbell of the Anezaki household, only to be informed Mamori had gone to school early to attend some student council meeting of some sort. So he was currently leisurely taking his time to get to school. He absently walked through the already busy streets of Deimon's shopping district when he was suddenly alerted by a sharp scream in the air.
"Thief! Thief! The one with the red beanie on roller skates! Someone get him!"
Sena narrowed his eyes as he trained his eyes on the red blur far ahead of him, only getting farther by the second. The thief wasn't hard to spot at all, since the panicked crowd made way for him, obviously wanting to avoid someone sprinting on roller skates. Without delaying another moment, he broke into a sprint, gracefully and agilely maneuvering himself past the crowd of people in his way. He hissed in annoyance. The thief had turned a blind corner. Sena quickly followed suit, and he almost didn't recognize the three high schoolers that were right around the corner he had dashed into. White panic flooded his chest for a moment, knowing it was going to hurt if they crashed at the speed Sena was going at. His mouth formed a hard line, steeling himself, and shouted, "Don't move a muscle!" It didn't look like they were going to move any time soon anyway, since they were frozen shocked. Not losing any velocity, he executed a beautifully perfected twist-spin, as he had on Agon years ago, to the three in front of him.
His eyes traveled up to the roof of a building for less than a second when he thought he heard a high pitched snigger of: "Interesting…" Thinking he had imagined it, Sena dashed single-mindedly toward the thief. He was catching up, fast. Soon enough, he nearly arms length to the man. With an extra powerful boost from his legs, he sprung straight at him, arms extended as far as he could. They both went down in a tumble. Sena's eyes narrowed a fraction as he forcefully grabbed the stolen purse from the man's hands. The red-beanie man grunted in alarm and immediately attempted to take off on a run, only to trip on Sena's leg that he stuck out for him.
"Got you now." Sena smirked.
The Huh-Huh Brothers had eventually snapped out of their stupor and ran after Sena. They then helped Sena keep the thief at bay as they brought him to the police station. Sena was smiling good-naturedly at the woman who was currently thanking him for returning her purse.
Sena almost timidly brought a hand up as he interrupted her, "Uh, missus, I actually need to go now…I'm going to be late for school."
The lady put a hand to her mouth and made a high pitched "Oh!" She began apologizing profusely, which Sena plastered on another smile and told her it was okay before she could get any further.
"C'mon guys, let's get going!" Sena broke into a run as he dragged the other three with him.
"Chill, we're going to make it, okay?"
"Yes, we are going to make it, but not in time!"
"Who cares?"
"I do!"
"Then why'd you have to go and play hero?"
Sena merely made an exasperated noise in reply and continued running.
A certain spiky haired blonde swung his legs on the edge of the roof he was sitting on, cackling, having witnessed the entire thing.
He had previously been typing away on his laptop on a roof of a random building, absently blowing and popping his bubble gum as he did so. He merely threw a glance at the direction of a sudden scream that had pierced the air below him, not stopping his rapid typing at all. He tsked in irritation when yelps and shouts steadily grew more in number from the area below. Finally deciding he had enough of the noise, he magically brought out an AK-47 from nowhere, ready to shoot off whoever's head that caused the loud racket. He took a step towards the edge, scowling with his rifle in position. That was when he saw him. There was a green blur—in a very familiar shade—that was easily weaving through the large group of people in front of him. His sharp eyes followed his movement, noticing that whoever that was, was a master at this, not wasting a single movement in his run.
His hands tightened on his rifle and his eyes widened as he saw the Deimon High student do a brilliant twist-spin. From his bird's eye view, he had a perfect view of the quick and clean steps the boy took. This boy was truly at the pinnacle of agile. Hiruma did his usual high cackle. "Interesting…"
Somehow the boy below him had heard him—another thing he added to his list of things he knew of the boy: great hearing—and had looked up. He knew the boy didn't spot him, because he had slinked out of sight as he saw the brunette's subtle movements of shifting his head up.
Touchdown! Hiruma thought, smirking as the boy lunged at the man. He finally caught the student's face when he stood up and tripped up the thief. His eyebrows shot up when he realized it was the one he saw at the front of the school before school had started. His eyes gleamed with something that one could closely interpret as mirth. But the man at hand was Hiruma Youichi, so he did not feel such a thing as mirth, unless it was at someone else's expense.
He had gone through the trouble of gathering as much data as he could find on the brunette since that day. Most curiously, he could not find much at all, and all traces that had been covered of the boy led him to Kongo Agon. Hiruma had resisted the urge to simply confront the purplette, knowing if Agon would go through such heights to hide information of the boy, he would never voluntarily hand over what he knew of the growingly mysterious boy and would most definitely violently lash out at him, only resulting possible injuries and no new leads.
He, at least, knew the boy's name was Kobayakawa Sena and went to Deimon. Not to mention he had great potential as an athlete. He would be an excellent addition to the Deimon Devil Bats…
Whew. Finally over! I so did not finish writing this in 2 days…as if! I basically held off on it until today and wrote it all in one day. =_= Well, there's chapter six! I hope I'm not going to slow am I? 'Cause I know for sure that I'm not going too fast! I always get carried away and add a bunch of extra unnecessary stuff, haha. I hope you guys liked the last part in Hiruma's perspective too :3 He's gonna be fun to write in the point-of-view thinga majiga. I forgot the name of it. 3rd person something. I can only think 3rd person of omniscient, which isn't what I'm doing…is it? Lol. Whatever. I'm also thinking of redoing my 1st chapter because it's just such a piece of crap. Look forward to my next update! And haha, I realized I put a bunch ton of line breaks in here. Bear with me :3