Hey people! This chapter will be confusing, but don't worry about. It will be clear when I release my new story.
I know, I know, this doesn't go with my original plotline, but I wanted to start my new story so badly, that this one is ending alot sooner. Just for you to know, this is the second to last chapter, alright?
And again, I'm sorry for ending this story so quickly. I hope it'll be worth it.
There was utter silence. They had won. They had WON the American Football Youth Cup.
There was a held breath from the audience, who weren't sure of what to do. But one boy did.
Kobayakawa Sena ripped off his helmet and screamed his victory to the sky.
All at once, there were cheers and yells from everyone in the audience and on the field. The American team was looking downcast, except for Panther, who's eyes were snapping with excitement and thoughts of next year when he could fight Sena again.
Everyone ran together for a group hug. There were happy screams as Mamori, Seiran, Suzuna, and all the cheerleaders jumped up and down.
Sena looked at Panther and both of them sent the other a silent message.
See you next year.
Count on it!
Later on in the changing room, everyone was still talking about the match. Monta and Taka were comparing catches and Yamoto wanted a play by play of how Sena felt when he had rushed up against Panther. It was pretty late when everyone had changed and were prepared to go home. The only one left behind was Sena, who wanted to see the stadium one last time. Suzuna handed Shou to him, saying that she was helping to organize a celebration party and needed some quiet. Everyone gave Sena complimentary pats on the back as he walked away.
Standing up on the highest part of the stadium, Sena held up his son to look down at the great field. Shou gurgled excitedly. Sena grinned. "Just think, Shou, you'll be here in some years."
"Enjoying the view?"
Sena grinned. "Oh, Seiran... no, Angel."
Seiran's eyes lit up. "Ooh, I thought you forgot about that old nickname."
Sena laughed. "How could I forget? I'm the one that gave it to you, all those years ago in middle school."
"All those years? Sena, it was only two years ago. I'm surprised that you forgot about me so quickly, after all that we did together."
"Don't say it like that!" Sena said, now disgusted. "It sounds so ecchi when you say it like that. Besides, American Football drove pretty much everything out of my brain."
"Do you have those dreams still?"
Sena paused. "No... I remember those dreams..." his voice turned soft and sad. "All those people who begged me for mercy... And I slayed them all without a second thought."
Seiran chuckled. "In that way, you're more terrifying than Agon or Youichi."
"Yeah..." Sena turned back to the field, rocking Shou in his arms gently. "Back then, when I ruled the underworld... And was known as Grim Reaper."
"And I was your right hand woman, and your supposed girlfriend, Angel of Death," Seiran said cheerily.
Sena's expression turned disgusted again. "I was never interested in you from the start. Give it up already."
Seiran's expression turned hurt. "So mean...... Well, you were always in love with Suzu-chan, so it looks up I really will have to give up now."
Sena smirked. Shou was half-asleep. "You'd better."
Seiran was silent for a while. "Are you going to tell them? At all? Are you going to tell them anything from your middle school years?"
Sena turned and stared at her for a moment. "I will have to tell them eventually," he said finally. "It would be hard to explain why I would die at age twenty when I'm perfectly healthy."
"For now," Seiran said. She walked over closer and leaned on the bar railing. "You'll start breaking down sometime next year if you don't start drinking 'that'."
"It's your fault, Angel," Sena said coolly. His eyes had been turning colder with each passing second of this conversation, and were practically dead looking now. "You turned me in to a monster. I'm only half-human now."
"I don't know what you're complaining about," Seiran shrugged. "I'm only one-third human, after I did all those experiments on myself."
"Come to think of it, you haven't been acting like the part-cat you are lately," Sena commented. Reaching out, he scratched Seiran under the chin. Strangely enough, she purred happily.
"No one bothered to scratch under my chin anyways. Nobody knows about us, and what we really are-nya," Seiran sighed. Licking the back of her hand, she rubbed at her hair. "And it's been really hard to talk without my neko accent-nya."
Sena looked up at the sky, which was now showing some early stars. "How's Princess and Yura-sama?"
"Yuna-chan is fine-nya. She misses you alot-nya. And Yura-chan wants to know why you aren't sticking to the diet-nya," Seiran said, stretching lazily.
"Ha, just like her," Sena mused. "She really cares about me alot, doesn't she?"
"Which one-nya?"
"Both. They are one and the same, even if their personalities are different."
"Oh great, now you're going all smart and philosiphical-nya. It must be really hard to pretend to be stupid and cowardly-nya?" Seiran looked at Sena questionably.
"No," Sena said, "I like acting like someone I'm not. I'm really good at it too," Sena smirked. "I wonder what everyone would think if they knew that dear, sweet, obedient little Kobayakawa Sena was never there in the first place. It was all just an act."
Seiran glanced at Shou, which was now fast asleep. "Well, Karin-chan knows about that already. We all used to be friends in eigth grade before her dad had to transfer back to Osaka."
Sena looked up at the sky again. "Yeah... But I don't miss middle school. I like my new life. Everyone is nice, and I really do love American Football. The only thing I miss is flying."
Seiran smiled slightly. "I still have your Mercuries, and your scythe, if you want it back."
"No," Sena said quietly. "I never want to go back to that ever again, and I don't want my son finding out about it either. We'll just keep it quiet for now, Angel."
"Mmmm..."
"Angel..."
"Yes?"
"Can you sing?"
"What song-nya?"
"The one that you're always humming."
Seiran grinned. "Of course-nya!"
Seiran started singing, and Sena closed his eyes as the sweet melody rolled on the wind around him. Seiran's voice was beautiful, but the song would be considered strange for anyone who did not know about Sena's and Seiran's middle school years.
The players had gathered,
And they danced.
Pushed by the dreams of the devil,
They played.
Happy rain poured down,
As their victory became clear.
They danced until the very end,
With the devil conducting.
And yet, did they little know,
They were dancing to the quick-chibi's tune...
Sena smiled. "So that's what the words were. You were always humming it under your breath, you know?"
Seiran chuckled. "Yeah, but now I should make one for the little guy-nya?" remarked Seiran, patting the sleeping Shou on the head. "I wonder if he's going to turn out like you. You'd better live and be his role model-nya."
Sena paused and looked at Seiran consideringly. "Should I really drink 'that'?"
"If you want to die early, then don't, but if you want to see your son grow up, then you'd better-nya."
Sena paused and stared over the field. Closing his eyes, he thought of everything that had happened to him ever since he had joined the American Football club. Real friends, happy days of American Football, and an early family. Was life really worth living?
YES.
Sena glanced at her. "Do you have any fresh?"
"Yep," Seiran said with a joyful smile. With her neatly manicured nails, she slit her arm and let the blood flow freely. Sena put his lips to her arm and drank as the dawn faded.
"Bitter and sweet..." Sena licked his lips, his eyes rapidly changing to red and purple, then faded to gold and white. "Just like your personality."
Seiran smiled delicately. "It's nice to have you back-nya."
"I'm not back," Sena turned away. "I'm still the shy Kobayakawa Sena. And I have a job to do."
"What would that be-nya?"
Sena grinned wolfishly, looking at his son. "Training the next Eyeshield 21. There's going to be a tradition in my family, and Shou's going to be the next successor. I'll do whatever it takes!"