A/N 1: In chapter 264 of Eyshield 21, like about page ten or whatever, it shows a picture called The Brains Showdown of The Trickster and The Spy. Hiruma was holding cards while wearing a black shirt and Marco was dressed in a white suit and fedora while wielding a gun. MARCO LOOKS LIKE A HITMAN! And in chapter 241, Musashi commented that Marco looks like a yakuza. YES!

A/N 2: Thax sketchfan for telling me that this is an adventurous story. And ladies and gents, we got ourselves Shin lovers! We'll just have to see who Sena is paired with, but there will be interactions.

Chapter 10: Just A Turmoil

Even though the game had ended in the White Knights' favor, the Devil Bats were ecstatic on how they managed to push back the strong team by ten or so points. Sena didn't glance at the score board to see the difference or even cared. Her body was sore, she was damp with sweat (ick), and she was tired. Worse of all, she feared that she'll wake up in the middle of the night with leg cramps—the same kind she suffered when she was a child.

Anyway, she needed a bath and a nap ASAP.

The guys were jumping up and down with cheer, and even Hiruma had expressed his mirth (even if it meant shooting the players' rears). Kurita was the most dangerous one of all: While tearing up in happiness, he grabbed players into his arms and gave them a deathly hug. Sena did her best to avoid him. After all, she was the one who scored the most touchdowns for their team, and so most likely he would want to hug (strangle) her out of gratitude.

It seemed to be that of amazement: The weak team against the strong team managing to get this far. And it was all thanks to her.

There was a news crew that was trying to interview Sakuraba, and then later Eyeshield. Apparently, Sena had wowed the audience with her lithe reflexes. Many had commented that it was as if she was dancing with her opponents, which was ridiculous because she was not capable of maintaining grace. But nevertheless the crew wanted to dig into her story of her movements. Not only had this interested the crew, but also the spectators from other teams from other schools.

"But why would they be interested in me?" Sena asked.

"Idiot." Hiruma whacked her helmet with his gun. "It's because you were able to escape Shin's Spear Tackle several times."

She didn't know who this Shin guy was—probably one of the many players who thrown their bodies at her—but she was surprised. "Spear Tackle? Football has names for their moves? What is this, Pokemon?"

Hiruma whacked her again.

The captain excused her to change instead of shaking hands with the White Knights, the thanking and bowing and whatever football players did after a game. Though it seemed rude, it was important that Sena made her disappearance—it would be bothersome if she was interviewed later or she was caught limping by any future opponents. And besides, this way she might cease her whining.

She bowed to him and scurried away, relieved to get away from the field. She succeeded in disappearing from the audience's eyes and slipping into the changing room. Taking off the jersey and the padding, Sena could see the wet spots formed by perspiration. She made a face of disgust and struggled taking off the white pants. Her hair was matted underneath the helmet, so she ran her fingers through the roots to slacken it and tied it in to a loose ponytail.

'I think I have my extras somewhere,' she thought, digging through her bag. When she found it, she let out an "Ah ha!" and lifted her purse of pads (the feminine products). It was around this time of month that her period would come, however it always came unexpectedly. She didn't receive any cramping when she was playing so her period might come later (or like last time, too later).

Setting her purse next to her bag, she was about to peel off her shirt when she met the eyes of scar-face.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…Wh-what…What are you doing here?" she screamed, jumping back.

His widened eyes blinked as he sputtered, "Y-you're player 21?"

"Get out!"

It registered to the boy's mind that he was unwanted when Sena chucked her purse of pads at his face. When he caught it and realized what it was, his face went red and he automatically faced Sena (who was only in her underwear and baggy shirt) and his face turned even redder. "Sorry," he quickly said and ran out.

Sena, breathing heavily, was blushing—her face was darker than scar-face. Of course, after running around with weak legs and trying not to get killed while 'dancing', as some may say, and in addition to her humiliation, she would have a blush darker than said boy.

While changing, Sena—the low self-esteem person—was sulking. 'He saw me. He saw me. He saw me.' She was thinking negatively, such as how disgusted scar-face must've been to see her shapeless body and how appalled he must've been to find out that the secretary was the runningback and how weirded out he must've been to have pads thrown at him. But she mostly dwelled on the thought about her body.

Yes, she doesn't have a womanly figure—miniature boobs, hardly curvy, and for goodness sakes she'd now reckon that her thighs were huge. It was all because her lack of exercise due to having granny legs. And going from her hideous body to her yucky face, she went through the 'I'm-so-pitiful' sequence, the same one she had in America (because the American girls were all tall, lovely, stylish, and refined whereas she was short, stumpy, and dressed equally that of a hobo).

It wasn't that she was actually hideous, but more like an average person. With the exception of the height—she's short, in which it was needed to be mentioned again. And no average person is short. However, Sena being the low self-esteem person, there was nothing to be done about it.

After changing, still in a glum mood, she stepped outside, finding scar-face leaning against the wall. He wasn't blushing anymore but had a constipated look (awkward), and in his hand was her…purse.

"…"

He cleared his throat, not looking at her. "Hiruma…e-explained to me of what was going on. I won't tell anyone." He handed her the purse. "And…sorry. Sorry for trying to kill you with a bat also."

"Oh." She stared down at the ground. "Thank you."

"Yeah…sure," he grumbled, rubbing his warm cheek.

A moment of silence rendered Sena to be put at an uncomfortable position. She wanted to say something, just to break the ice, but whatever she said would always make the situation more awkward. Unknown to her, Jyuumonji was thinking the same thing, though he wasn't much as a social retard as her.

Before either one of them decided to speak, fish-lips and manga-boy showed up along with the other players. Kuroki, spotting the two first, nearly choked on his own air seeing them standing like…like…

"A confession stance!" he exclaimed, pointing accusingly at them.

"What?" They turned their attention onto the brunette.

"Who's confessing who?" fish-lips demanded. "You or the bitch?"

"Um, what?" scar-face's brows furrowed in confusion as the other players matched the same expression, though they shrugged and filed into the changing room.

"What difference does it make? Jyuumonji is associating with the felon," Togano said in a comically dark way. Then he shot a glare at Sena, who flinched.

"Man, you can't be serious," fish-lips snorted, narrowing his eyes. "She tazed Togano, pepper-sprayed us, and is working for the devil. I'd say she's dangerous."

"You shouldn't be near her," manga-boy added.

Scar-face frowned as he thought about them ganging up on her and trying to beat her up. And knowing Hiruma, it was most likely that she was being forced to play by him. The only reason why she pulled stunts like that was because they were charging at her. Generally, they were the offenders while she was merely defending herself.

He was about to say something, but was never given the chance when Sena bowed to him politely and walked away. Kuroki slung his arm around his shoulder as Togano pushed him into the changing room, and to their hopes (Jyuumonji wasn't sure now) going into that changing room would be their last—no, seeing that devil would be their last.

Her glum mood became even glummer when she was confronted by Agon and Unsui. Who were apparently the football spectators. Because they're part of a football team. And they knew her identity just by the first glance. Because they're geniuses. Agon said so.

Stupid Agon.

"Sena, I thought you were just the secretary," Unsui deadpanned.

"I am," she deadpanned back.

"No. You were on the field dancing, even when you have a condition. Do you want to be immobile forever?"

"I was not dancing," she argued. "People just think it looked like dancing when it was not! And in addition, I would become immobile when I strain myself, in which I did not do."

"What fucking difference does it make?" Agon snorted. "You'll strain yourself sooner or later."

"I thought you preferred laziness than labor," the older twin said. "What did Canada do to you?"

"Or America," the younger twin added.

"I didn't do anything!" she wailed. "Hiruma-san made me do it!"

"Argh, that fucking trash?" Agon hissed, clenching his fists. "I'll kill him."

"No! You can't!"

"Is it because killing is against your religion? I don't fucking care."

"Well, it's that and that he'll use blackmail against me—I mean, you!"

Unsui eyed her in shock. "He blackmailed you?"

She hesitated but nodded.

"He knew that Aunty Mio is your blood kin?"

"That wasn't the blackmail."

"I would die if people knew she was my aunt," he sighed. "If she was my aunt anyway."

"You have to do something, Sena," Agon growled. Then he paused, as if contemplating. "Then again…you could use the exercise."

"Shut up, Agon! And just for the record, that uniform makes you look like a pansy!" The Kongo twins were wearing their school uniforms, which was out of this generation. It made them look like monks rather.

As she was stomping away, furious, Agon simply called out, "Then you can forget about the pizza."

"I take it back! You look manly in those clothes!"

As Sena watched the White Knights pack up, she caught her aunt ('Why is she here?') staring at the field. Curious, she went up to her.

"Aunty Mio? What are you doing here?"

"I'm scheming."

'I knew it.'

The girl had her energy drained out of her—not only because of the game but because of scar-face's discovery and the twins' confrontation. It was to her luck that Hiruma hadn't caught her talking to Agon, otherwise there would be trouble ahead. So whatever Aunty Mio was scheming, Sena was not in the mood to put up with.

"Banana pop, do you see that star over there? The one with the cowlick and have fangirls ogling his butt-cheeks?"

Sena's eyebrow twitched but nodded anyway. "Sakuraba Haruto. So what?"

"I want you to break his neck," she said, handing her niece a metal bat.

"…"

"Ya know, that boy is so infuriating," Aunty Mio sniffed.

"…What boy?"

"That Sakuraba Haruto fellow. Sure, he may be cute, but he's not putting that cuteness to use! And he's supposed to be an idol! But you know what I see? I see a wiener who thinks that he's worthless and, frankly, he is worthless," she said, leaning back. "What. A. Loser."

"Aunty Mio," Sena sighed, frowning disapprovingly. "At least he's doing his best, and anyone can see that. Give him that."

"Yes, but honey grapes, how far would 'doing your best' get you? Not when you're constantly sulking about your lack of competence and compare yourself to someone who obviously puts effort into it, like Shin Seijuro."

Sena raised an eyebrow.

"I stalked him," Aunty Mio admitted, not at all ashamed. Actually, she looked proud.

'Poor Shin—what's his face.' Little did Sena know who Shin Seijuro really was—that guy who used the Spear Tackle thing on her, or at least tried to do so. "That's nice. Were you subtle?"

"As subtle as a rhino."

"Fantastic."

"So do your aunty a favor and break his neck, will ya?"

Sena dropped the bat and walked away.

"Fine! I'll do it myself!" Then Aunty Mio whipped out an Eyeshield 21 garb. "In style, of course."

In the morning it was reported that after the game, Deimon's Eyeshield 21 had accidentally whacked Sakuraba Haruto from behind with a metal bat, knocking him unconscious and damaging his collar bone. After sincerely apologizing, Eyeshield had disappeared that night, proclaiming that he had to aid his sister in burying her dead hamster.

Sena spat out her milk.

Question: Are there any positions that only require dodging? I can only come up with runningback, but runningback is a running position.