Disclaimer: I don't Eyeshield 21, I'm just borrowing the players for a bit.

'thoughts'/"Sena's male voice"

sound effects/"ANNOUNCER"

+time skip+

last time

Sena groaned, already feeling bad rushed to his side. "Ah, wait up." Holding her bag up behind him, Sena kept her face forward as she whispered, "Your pants are ripped!"

"Sorry about your pants…" Sena flushed a light pink, facing the opposite row of lockers.

"It's all right. I'm sorry ya had to see that, you did try to warn me and all." Montaro said awkwardly. He opened his locker with one hand, the other handing his bag to cover the ripped section of his pants. "What stinks is that I thought I could wear my uniform home." Montaro closed his locker with a sigh, "But it's being cleaned."

"What about a football uniform?" Sena pointed towards the clubhouse. "I think there are a few extras in the team room, if you want?"

"Really?" Montaro cheered up only to shake his head back and forth rapidly a moment later, having to clear his head of the imagined comparison between his baseball uniform and the American football uniform. "NO! I can't do it."

"I'm onto you – you're strangely persistent… You think if I'm not gonna be playing baseball, than why not check out football…"

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"YIKES!" Montaro yelled out, having been forced to catch the ball with one hand. "What the –? Your teammates?" pointing to the two upperclassmen standing mext to the ball cage.

Hiruma let a grin spread across his face, showing his sharpened teeth.

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With a devilish look and one fell swoop, Hiruma trapped a shell-shocked Montaro into the cage full of footballs and headed straight for the clubhouse.

"YA-HA!"

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"MMMPH! MMMMMMMPH!" Montaro's yelling muffled by the wrapping over his mouth.

Sena and Kurita chased after the two up the stairs.

Hiruma dragged Montaro tied up the same way he had tied Sena when he had dragged her onto the field for their first practice and dragged him to the clubhouse, gleefully ignoring all protests to his treatment.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Mamori shrieked. Both SEna and Kurita winced at the volume of Mamori's yelling.

Hiruma looked slyly at Montaro. "He wants to join the team. Uh… A first-year… What's his name?

"Montaro Rai."

"Monta, huh? That's a good name for him."

Monta squimed around as his tried to say something.

"What do you mean, 'He wants to join the team?!'" Mamori cried out. "This is clearly against his will."

"Right, clearly…" Kurita and Sena said in unison.

"Sorry about this. You must be in pain. Here, I'll untie this for you." Mamori began to untie the ropes binding Monta.

"What?" Hiruma's eyes narrowed. Reaching into his pocket, he started bringing out the Devil's Handbook.

Kurita and Sena went tense and wide-eyed. 'that's his book of threats!'

Completely ignoring the others, Mamori continued to fuss over Monta.

'please let my sanity hold through what ever he is planning' Sena prayed in her mind, as Hiruma gained a rather joyful look due to Mamori's talk with Monta.

To Be Continued. short chapter warning

It is 3:40 in the morning and I can't seem to stop writing more chapters.

Damn, when inspiration hits, it hits hard. I think I need to go shoot my muse now.