I do not own Eyeshield 21 nor the song 'The Man Who Sold the World' by David Bowie, and later covered by Nirvana.
This was written based on the request of Epoch95, my 100th reviewer of Running to the Beat. That you all so very, very much.
Sena smiled to himself as he watched Agon collect the cell phone numbers of a group of four girls, all within plain sight of one another. It was just like Agon, with his inflated sense of entitlement, to not only callously collect a girl's friend's number in front of her, but to expect each of them to feel flattered that he allowed them space in his phone's memory banks at all.
Indeed, the third-year team captain hadn't changed much from first year, still walking around like he owned the world and could do with it what he wished. What had changed, however, was that he was now tolerable to be around. Well, that might be a bit of an overstatement, considering Sakuraba, Riku, Kakei, Gaou, and the rest of the Kanto area team captains all left the burger joint in disgust, rage, or exasperation after having to deal with Agon during the hour-long brain storming session of how to set up another international game, given their limited club budgets.
It was increasingly looking like the only one that could put up with the arrogant Agon was Sena. The running back-turned-Agon-ambassador sipped his soda and wondered why that was. It could have to do with Sena's new-found courage. One cannot captain a team of reluctant first-years with timidity, after all. Or, it could be that Agon had mellowed out in the intervening years – though, that was unlikely, Sena reflected as he watched his friend torment a girl's boyfriend to tears and nearly a change of pants. It could be that since, for the first time in his life, Agon had come up against someone he simply couldn't beat, he showed grudging respect to Sena. Or some twisted combination of all three.
A rough, tanned hand snagged the soda out of Sena's hand.
"Gimme some, I'm thirsty." Agon demanded, leaving Sena to smile slightly at the arrogant action, and briefly reevaluate the 'friend' label he had given Agon.
"You could have gotten any one of those girls to buy you a drink, give me mine back." Sena retorted and made a futile grab for it. Damnit, if only Agon had run…
"No way, I want yours." Agon grinned evilly.
"Oh, is this your kindergarten throwback way of tormenting the one you love?" Sena teased with brutal Hiruma wit.
"Asshole." Agon gritted out, and Sena handed back the school bag he'd knocked from the guy who'd just entered the restaurant's hand, after Sena had knocked into him.
The Deimon representative looked back across the floor space to where Agon was now lounging in his spot, drinking his soda, like he hadn't just missed his lunge at Sena. Jerk.
Sena trotted back with a wry smile. It didn't matter how charming Agon was, Sena could always see through it, and the opposite was just as true. Agon's fixation on Sena may have presented itself through bullying, but it was obvious when Sena was face-to-face with the man who could sell the world and walk away with an obnoxious grin that Agon was puzzled about how to act around Sena, how to express his interest in a manner what was as non-threatening as possible to his self-image as a womanizer. So Sena did what he always did, ordered another soda, and drew on his deep reserve of patience so he wouldn't lose control, went face-to-face with the man who sold the world.
A/N: When the Nirvana version of 'The Man Who Sold the World' came up on my iPod, all I could think was what brass balls someone would have to have to sell the world and walk away with a smile. Agon fits that arrogant description to a 'T' in my view, so I thought this would be a good song for another Agon/Sena as a literal interpretation. I chose the Nirvana version over the Bowie version of 'The Man Who Sold the World' because Bowie's original song seemed incredibly personal when you broke down the lyrics. So, for my story, if you follow along with the music rather than just the words, listen to Nirvana and take it literally, but if you're interested, you can listen to Bowie and listen to his story instead. Sorry about the length and the rambling, and thanks for reading, please review!
P.S.: Also: Never want to write Agon/Sena again. EVER. This was a total bitch to write.
P.P.S: Sorry this took so long, Epoch95!