Eyeshield 21: The Remix
Chapter 21: And They're Called the Devil Bats
by: DC Coda -The Music of My Soul- Ivan
A/N: I'm fulfilling White-chans special request for a special Kakei/Sena-chan moment this chapter! Enjoy!
"Incredible, isn't he?" the man asked, watching a taping of the Ojo-Deimon game, "Not the guy from Jari..." he added, pointing, "The pipsqueak next to him!" he said, "All right, why don't we pick up this guy too?" he asked the reporter, "This'll be great- the mysterious hero!"
"Eyeshield 21!!"
Sena walked to school, practicing holding onto the football as she did so. Her arm and ribs were doing better, she could no hold the ball with only a little bit of pain, but sometimes she still had relapses. Like the one that she'd had the other day when Mamori had dragged her out shopping, telling her that they needed some 'girl time' together. She had even forced Sena to leave her chest bindings off and dress semi-girl like.
Sena sighed as she remembered what had happened.
Sena sighed as Mamori grabbed her arm and dragged her off to yet another store. She still didn't know why she had agreed to do this. Her arm was hurting particularly bad today, and it felt like any slight jolt to it would set her off into a screaming fit. She was being so careful with it that even Mamori had noticed something wrong by their third shop. Sena had brushed off her worries, telling her friend that she must have slept on it wrong or something.
By now they had almost reached their next stop -a cafe- and Mamori was trying to get her attention.
"-ena, Sena!" she called, waving her hand in her friends face.
Sena blinked, then focused back on Mamori. "Uh, sorry, what?" she asked, embarrassed.
Mamori pouted for a moment, before smiling at her. "I was just asking where you wanted to go after we got something to eat." she said.
"Oh..." Sena said, blushing. She then turned around and started walking backwards a bit so that she could face Mamori as she talked to her. "Well, maybe we could-" and that's when it happened.
Sena, not looking where she was going, ran into someone. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. But today her arm was hurting particularly badly, throbbing in time with her heart beat. And the person who she had run into didn't move at all, like normal people would.
So, understandably, Sena fell to the ground and curled into a ball(1), clutching her arm and mewling in pain.
Mamori dropped down beside her, horrified for her friend. "Sena! Sena!" she called, reaching out and then pulling her hand back, afraid that she might hurt the girl even more. "What's wrong?!"
On Sena's other side, the boy had dropped down as well, shocked. All that had happened was that the girl had run into him and them fallen to the ground, clutching her arm. He looked her over worriedly with his sharp blue eyes.
The other girl turned to him. "What did you do to Sena?" she asked him, mad. He flinched back a bit as she started to advance on him, but was stopped by the girl that he had run into, by placing a hand on her friends arm.
"I didn't-" the boy started, horrified, before the girl cut him off as well.
"Not... his... fault... I'm... fine..." she huffed, her unnaturally pale face covered with a light sheen of sweat. She dropped her hand again, bringing it up to hold her other arm. Then she passed out.
The other girl looked at her friend concernedly, calming a little. Then she turned back to him, glaring. "You'll help her." she said. It wasn't a question. He nodded quickly, picking the unconscious girl up with great care, being careful of her arm, and standing.
As Mamori stood as well, she suddenly realized how tall the other boy was. She was a bit intimidated, but she smothered that for Sena's sake. "This way." she told the boy, turning and waking from the crowd that had gathered around them when Sena fell. The boy followed, holding Sena.
It was a while later that Sena regained consciousness to the sound for people talking nearby. As she rose fully into consciousness she recognized one voice as Mamori, although she didn't recognize the other. Sena groaned as she struggled to sit up.
"-so you-" Mamori was saying, before she was alerted to Sena's awakening by her groan. "Oh, you're awake!" she exclaimed happily,moving herself into Sena's view just as the other girl opened her eyes. "I'm so glad! We were getting worried!"
'We?' Sena wondered, finally managing to sit up. She glanced around Mamori to see who she was talking about. Her first thought was that he was tall. Really tall. Really, really, tall. Almost twice her size. He also had dark hair, black with an almost blue sheen to it, and light blue eyes. He was very handsome, almost enough to make Sena blush. But she managed to control it. Then their eyes met.
"This is Kakei Shun," Mamori was telling her, and Sena managed to tear her eyes away from the handsome boys' own to pay attention to her friend, "He was the one that you ran into before you fell down screaming." Mamori paused. "What was that about anyway?" she asked curious and a bit worried.
Sena blushed. She knew how she why she had really done that, when she had run into this Kakei person, but she couldn't tell Mamori that, let alone a complete stranger! But she couldn't just refuse to answer. That would be odd as well. So she told them what Hiruma had told the doctors. Of course, she left out her ribs and the fact that she had dislocated her shoulder, telling them that she had just bruised it.
Mamori, sympathetic to her friend, believed her and went to get some ice for her shoulder. This lead Sena to realize for the first time that they were at Mamori's house.
Both Sena and Kakei watched her leave. Then, as Sena settled back into the bed she was on (which was Mamori's) Kakei turned to her. He stared at her for a moment in silence, and for a heart stopping second Sena thought he was going to call her on her lie. But all he said was; "I'm sorry."
Sena looked up at him again, startled. "Oh... it's okay. It's not your fault." she told him, smiling slightly.
Kakei looked away from her, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Still..." he coughed, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Well, I should be going." he said standing up to leave.
Sena watched him, a little put out. "Will I see you again?" she asked a bit hesitantly. It had been nice to met him, and she had a feeling that maybe they could be friends. She would like that.
Kakei looked at her for a moment. "Sure." he said, then gave her his phone number.
Soon after, Kakei left with a new number on his own phone as well.
Sena jerked herself out of her thoughts when she almost dropped the football. She tightened her grip on it. "Yeah..." she said to herself, "Hang on tightly!" she added, fixing her grip on the ball. "I should hold it like this when he hands it off." she said, wrapping both arms around the ball and holding it securely to her stomach, ignoring the tinge of pain this caused in her ribs and arms.
Then she sighed. "But it's hard to grasp it with the palms of my hands," Sena added, changing her grip and spinning the ball.
"Hey, a little help! The ball!" someone called behind her.
Sena turned to look, startled. The ball? She looked down at the one in her hands, then glanced around. Her football was the only one she saw, but why would someone want it?
She glanced back up at the person who had called to her. They were wearing the uniform of Deimon's baseball team. "Ball?" she asked him, confused.
"Throw it here," the boy said, waving at her.
Sena decided to go with it and threw the ball to the boy, saying; "Okay!"
Unfortunately, Sena still didn't know how to throw a football, so she just tossed it. Which meant that it didn't go where it was supposed to. She gasped, worriedly, as there was a truck coming right up to it! "It's a hanging fly!" she said. What if it hit the truck?
The other boy watched as well. Then he jumped, leaping high into the air and snatching the ball from right in front of the truck. He landed back on the ground, holding the ball.
Sena looked at him, astonished. "Th-thanks..." she said.
"I meant the baseball!!" the boy yelled at her, angry.
Sena practically flew back from the force of his yell. "Ack!" she exclaimed.
"If you'd bothered to look at my uniform..." the boy started, "...You'd know I meant the ball right behind you!" he shouted.
Sena glanced behind her, where there was indeed a baseball.
"SO what if I'm always the ball fetcher." the baseball boy ranted to Sena, "Is that why you won't give me my due as a member of the baseball team?" he asked.
"Uh, no, it's just... it was just a mistake, is all..." Sena told the boy weakly.
"Grr... I don't believe this!" the boy continued, acting like he hadn't even heard her. And maybe he hadn't. "I'm used to being called a lousy player..." he said, "But now you insult me by saying I don't know the difference between sports?!" he asked Sena angrily, "Who would confuse baseball and rugby?!" he asked, pointing at Sena.
'No,' Sena thought, horrified, 'You've mixed up football and rugby!'
"Hey," the boy said suddenly, "Isn't this part of the team's equipment?" he asked, holding out the football that he still had from when he had caught it, "How come you stole it?!"
"No, well..." Sena started, nervously, "I need to get used to the ball," she said, scratching the back of her head, "So I borrowed it to practice with." 'Besides, I'm part of the football team, too.' she thought.
"What?!!" the boy shouted at her.
"Ack!" Sena screamed, throwing her hands up in front of her face in reflex. A reflex that she had learned to do from all the times she had gotten beat up. Always protect your face. "I'm sorry!" she cried.
"You're really dedicated, aren't you?!" the boy asked her rhetorically.
"Huh?" Sena questioned in surprise, lowering her hands slightly when once it seemed that the boy wasn't going to hit her and she had realized that she had them up.
"Even on your way to and from school..." the other said, "That's maximum effort!" he complimented.
"That must be what makes the difference..." he seemed to be talking to himself now, "I ought to work that hard too!" he finished, gripping the football he was still holding even tighter in his hands.
"N-no..." Sena told him, embarrassed, "It's no big deal..." she told him.
"It is too..." the boy said, holding the football above his head and looking at it, "This rugby ball seems like it'd be hard to hold onto unless you practiced..." he commented, once again confusing football with rugby.
"It's a football!" Sena corrected him.
The baseball boy tried holding the football in different ways. "Hey, look!" he said to Sena suddenly, causing her to look up, "One-handed!" he said proudly, holding the ball with only one hand.
"That's incredible!" Sena said to herself, watching him in amazement, "He's got it right in the middle!" she muttered. Then she took the football from him, holding it in her own hands. "My hands are small, so I can only grab hold of the ends," she said sadly.
The baseball boy nodded, "Hey-" he said suddenly, reaching out, "I've got it..." he pointed the the laces on the ball, "It's easier to hold on where the laces are," he told her.
"Hey, ball boy! What are you doing?!" someone called, making both of them jump in surprise. The boy looked back and spotted someone in a baseball uniform.
"Gotta go!" he told Sena, waving, "See ya, rugby team manager!" he called. Sena had told him that she was the manager a bit ago, and while it seemed that he could remember that, he couldn't remember that she was on the football team, not the rugby team.
Then as he neared the other baseball member, the other boy grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him to the baseball field. "We have a scrimmage today so if you feel like it, come and watch!" the boy called out to Sena as he left. Sena waved to him. "You can see what I do!" he called.
When he was gone, Sena stared down at the football she held in her hands for a moment, then started walking to the clubhouse. 'He caught that ball so easily...' she thought, walking past the construction workers who had been working on the clubhouse as she went, 'I've got to get more used to the ball.' Sena neared the clubhouse, still pondering her dilemma. 'Maybe I ought to buy my own ball,' she thought, 'I wonder how much it costs?' she pondered, opening the door to the clubhouse.
The only thought running through her head when she opened the door was that the place looked like a casino. "Wow..." she said aloud, eyes wide, "If I didn't know better, I'd think this was a casino..." then, thinking of something, she backed up franticly, then gazed at the sign above the door. It said; 'Welcome; American Football Club; Deimon Devil Bats' Sena stared at it for a moment. "What..." she started.
"What the heck?!" came two voices at once.
Sena glanced to the side in surprise, and spotted Mamori. "Oh, hi, Mamori-nee," she greeted.
"Good morning!" Mamori replied cheerfully.
Sena then saw the posters that her older sister figure was carrying. "What are those posters?" she asked curiously.
"Our secret weapon." Mamori told her, smiling smugly and picking one out of the pile to show Sena. "Ta-daa!"
Then someone grabbed it out of her hands before she could open it. "Hey, are these done?" Hiruma asked, grinning and looking at the poster.
"Hey!" Mamori said, reaching for the poster.
Then Hiruma opened the poster, showing it to Sena with a flourish. She took it and gawked at it. It had a picture of her as Eyeshield 21 on it, running with a football. Around the picture, it said; 'EYESHIELD 21; He scored two touchdowns against the Ojo White Knights! JOIN US IN BATTLE ON THE FIELD!! The hero from Notre Dame has come to play for Deimon!!' and then, in the corner, was a little map to the clubroom, and the words; 'Now accepting new players!'
"The Ojo game will be on TV tonight," Hiruma said, ignoring Sena's reaction to the poster, "Timed with that, these will help us with recruiting." Then he looked at the clubhouse. "And we've gussied up the clubhouse, too." he added, grinning manically.
"'Gussied up' is one way to put it..." Kurita said, looking at it as well, "It's amazing..." he added.
"Somehow it seems bigger inside," Sena commented, looking at it as well. Behind her, Mamori nodded in agreement.
"We've got to get a full roster of players who practice as part of the team," Hiruma said, getting back on topic, "If we showed up for the Fall tournament with what we've got now, we'd lose for sure!" he told them.
"Right- at the very least, we need a receiver," Kurita agreed, "It's no good if none of us can catch passes." he said.
Sena's eyes widened as she remembered the amazing catch that the baseball boy from that morning had made when she had accidentally thrown the football wrong.
"If we're going to train someone, he may as well be tall." Hiruma said, "That can be all the advantage a receiver needs."
Sena thought about the baseball boy and herself. He was a bit taller then her, so he wouldn't do. She sighed disappointedly. 'Doesn't matter anyway...' she thought, 'He's already on the baseball team. But he did seem like someone I could get along with...' She looked up when Hiruma spoke, breaking her from her thoughts.
"All right," he said, "Hang these up through out the school." he passed each of them some of the posters. "Twenty posters for each person!" he told them.
"Don't we need permission for the posters?" Sena asked as she took hers.
"Just hang 'em up!" Hiruma told her, "I say it's all right!"
"I got permission from the student committee!" Mamori told them, mad. She was always one to follow the rules.
"It seems like there isn't any room..." Kurita mumbled to himself as he hung up his posters, "...Except for way up here."
"May I hang this poster on the teachers' lounge wall?" Mamori asked one of her teachers, bowing in respect.
"Go ahead, dear..." he said, "Mamori, whatever you do is always proper."
'There isn't any room on the bulletin board...' Sena thought as she ran around the school almost at her top speed, hanging up her posters as she went, 'So for now I'll just hang these where ever I can...' she hung up another poster, then ran away, 'And get lost before anyone can get angry.'
Hiruma walked around school, ripping other clubs posters off the wall and replacing them with his own. No one dared to say anything.
A little bit later, done with all her posters, Sena stood in her classroom and looked at the last one that she had hung up there. 'Hm...' she thought, 'I wonder if this will actually bring us players. But I guess it's better then doing nothing.' She turned to put the TV that she had been forced to move to hang up the poster back. 'I wonder what time the Ojo game starts.' she thought absently, then she spotted something on the side of the TV. "What's this?" she asked aloud, looking at it.
On the side of the TV, written in white marker, were the words; 'Go for it! The Christmas Bowl; 1-2; Kurita; Hiruma; Musashi'
"Who's Musashi...?" Sena wondered aloud, her brows furrowed together in thought. Then she remembered something Kurita had said when she joined. "This is the first time we've had three players since we started the club, right?" he had said. At the time, she had thought nothing of it. But now... 'Did someone... quit?' she wondered, 'But why would someone quit?'
Sena imagined what it must have been like with only three members. 'Must have been lonely,' she thought, 'And those two have been carrying the football team since then...' Sena sighed, gazing out the window.
At the Deimon Devil Bats clubhouse, two people were trying out the gambling machines.
"Aw, man! That sucks!" Yamaoka said, "Gimme another ￥1,000 in chips!" he said, handing Hiruma a ￥1,000 bill.
"Hey, stupid! Not so loud!" Satake shouted in a whisper, "We'll be in trouble if Mamori finds out we're betting real money."
"Heh heh heh!" Hiruma cackled behind them, "Look at this- we've got our team funds!" he said.
"You know..." Kurita commented to Mamori as he munched on some chips, "Ever since you and Sena joined the team, it sure had been lively here at the clubhouse!"
"It's seems to me there's another reason why it's been s busy..." Mamori said as she glanced over at the two basketball players and Hiruma.
"There's me... Hiruma... Sena... Mamori..." Kurita said, counting off their members on his fingers, "Then... with Musashi we're five, right?" he asked.
"Give it up!" Hiruma snapped at him, overhearing, "What'd I tell you? You're not to say a damn word about him to anyone, you fool!" he said, shuffling through the money he had gotten from the basketball players. "Anyway, we're not talking about a kicker, are we?" he asked, "Right now we need a receiver!" he said. "We'll have more than five soon enough. From now on we'll just keep growing in number." he told them, "Keep your eye on the future instead of the past!"
Up in her classroom, Sena spotted some people down on the baseball field. "Oh yeah, the baseball scrimmage." she said aloud, remembering the baseball boy telling her about it. Then she spotted the boy, catching yet another ball. "Just to be sure..." she mumbled, pressing her face against the glass, "Maybe I should ask him to join..." then she pushed herself away from the glass, running towards the door. "He could play for both teams, couldn't he?!" she asked herself, "There's no reason to give up this soon!" she told herself, slamming the door open in her rush.
"We'll do whatever we have to do to recruit players." Hiruma said, leaning a gun over his shoulder, "Fliers, posters, a website..."
"What should the caption on the flier say?" Mamori asked, tapping her chin with a pencil.
"We don't want anyone who doesn't have any guts so..." Hiruma started, leaning back and resting his gun on his knees, "...Make it, 'Bad news coming your way!' and draw a Devil Bat! And then write, "And they're called the Devil Bats!'" he said.
Outside, Sena ran down to the baseball field.
TBC...
1. You know, like Sena-kun does whenever some one tackles him around the middle in the anime.
A/N: For some reason, I really like this chapters title. It could be because it's the title of book three, but maybe not...
Mamori can be scary when she wants to be, apparently.
And yep. Now Sena-chan and Kakei have met, and they shall meet again soon! Rejoice!!!
Especially you Wiz, 'cause that means that I can finally fulfill your Kakei-kun/Sena-chan request.
And so have Sena-chan and Monta-kun. Now comes in some humor... heh heh heh...
I'm frustrated right now. I really want to get to a part where Riku comes in, but that will take a really long time. And that makes me sad.
Also! Also! I have an idea for a spin off for this story that starts before it begins, though I probably won't actually start writing it (unless people want me to sooner) until a while into this story.
Well, here's the summary anyway!
Before Riku moves away, there is a tragedy in Sena-chan's family. When it is over, Sena is left alone and homeless. Out of love for his friend, Riku and his family take in the grieving girl. And then they move away.
Now how will things change when Sena-chan goes to Seibu and Riku really is her older brother? And what does this bode for the Seibu Wild Gunmen, let alone the Deimon Devil Bats?
And don't forget to review!
Ivan
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It'll take a while to get some of these done, as some of these characters haven't shown up yet and some of them won't for a bit, but I've got some things planned. And most of these will be some kind of fluff between them, but if you want it to be some other kind of interaction, please specify what kind in your request! Thanks!