Disclaimer- I do not own Pokemon, Yu-Yu-Hakusho, Rurouni Kenshin, any of the Final Fantasy's, Harry Potter, Princess Mononoke, Dragonball Z, any of the Tekken's, or any other anime/games/books I have in this story. I do however, own the OC's which are not many.
This story is dedicated to the late Rick Powell, who was my 7th grade Ela teacher. It is because of him that I was inspired to write for the heck of it and to have fun with my writing.
Ch.4 – Tryouts
The week went by in a similar fashion. The teachers explained what they would be doing for the entire year, with the exception of Ms. Migraine, Professor Snape(they had begun calling him that due to the fact that he reminded them of a character in the book Ray Finkle and the Pet Detective's Rock Like Thing. Said character taught classes in the dungeons at Finkle's new school and was a "professor".) and Mr.Shu.
The three slave drivers continually piled homework on them, insisting that it would help them in the long run of the year.
"'It'll help you in the long run'"quoted Hiei sarcastically, "bullshit!"
"Amen to that my brother!" responded Yusuke enthusiastically.
Currently, both boys were headed towards the P.E. locker room to change for the first football practice of the year.
When they entered, the locker room was abuzz with activity. Fellow students trying on cleats, helmets, and shoulder pads, several of who were having a hard time finding the right sizes.
"Hey Kuwabara, did you find the XXXXXXL helmet?" taunted Yusuke.
"As a matter of fact Urameshi, I did." said Kuwabara smugly.
"Idiot." stated Yusuke as he opened his locker and began changing.
Two minutes later, while Yusuke was putting on his shoulder pads, Coach T walked in. The dark skinned, heavily muscled, short mohawked, man cleared his throat and yelled,
"Huh! I pity the fool who isn't outside in one minute dressed and ready to go!"
Suddenly there were crashes all around Yusuke. He turned and saw all the freshman trying to get out of the locker room at once.
"And I thought Kuwabara was stupid!" exclaimed Ashitaka in a stunned voice.
"Aww c'mon Ashitaka,"said Sora in disbelief, "don't tell me you forgot what we were like when we were the little fishies!"
"Well, I've surgically removed that part of my memory from my head thank you." replied Ashitaka.
"Besides," said Harry, "Kuwabara's not that stupid."
"Yeah…wait…hey! That's not funny you guys! You all better watch your selves." exclaimed Kuwabara angrily.
Then a thunderous voice came from the entrance of the locker room.
"In case you pansies didn't get ze message, you're supposed to be outside…NOW!" shouted Coach Swarzenegger.
All the seniors ran for the door at once and there was pandemonium. Yusuke tried to jump over Hiei who at the same time tried to jump over Yusuke and they ended up spread eagled on the floor.
Riku tried to slide under the pile of seniors but got a cleat in the face from Zell who had just been conked on the head with a helmet and was falling to the floor.
"My head!" moaned Zell in pain as he clutched his head.
"My spleen!" cried Kuwabara who's voice was muffled due to the fact that he was on the bottom of the sizable pile of seniors.
"Get your foot out of my ass!" shouted Cloud angrily.
Coach Swarzenegger who had witnessed all of this, sighed and turned toward the locker room exit.
"And I zhought de freshman vere idiots." he mumbled as he made his way out into the open air.
This was going to be one hell of a long year.
Due to the fact that nearly all of the seniors were already wounded, Coach T and Coach Swarzenegger decided to scrimmage them instead of work them out. The intense training, they said, would come the next day.
The teams were chosen at random. Half on one team, half on the other. As soon as the appropriate people were placed in their appropriate positions, Coach T blew on his whistle to signal the beginning of the scrimmage.
Soujiro watched the ball carefully as it sailed toward him. He never took his eyes off the ball. And he didn't need to. Soujiro was one of the most dangerous kick/punt returners in all of the state. Not only did he return the ball, he was also a receiver.
He was lightening fast and had great vision. There was hardly anyone who could catch him once he had broken ten yards into open field. He was so fast that he had been given the nickname 'Tenken' or 'heavenly speed'.
He caught the ball, and he immediately turned his head to the oncoming defenders.
It all came so naturally that Soujiro didn't even seem to be trying. He saw the first defender fake left and he went left. He saw the next one faint right and he went right.
He was at his own ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, forty, thirty, twenty, ten, and he was in the end zone. As easy as that. And he hadn't even broken a sweat.
On the sidelines there was cheering and yelling from those on Soujiro's team and mumblings and grumblings of 'I could've caught him' from those not on his team.
The coaches were definatly impressed.
"Huh, that fools got some mean talent." said Coach T in a kind of tamed awe.
"Ja! Not to mention he'z gifted!" replied Coach Swarzenegger showing no attempt to hide his impressed grin.
Coach T looked at his coworker and shook his head.
'Out of all the people who I could've gotten stuck with, I get the idiot with an accent.' he thought exasperatedly.
Back on the field, Kurama's offense took possession.
Kurama was probably the best quarterback, well, smart wise anyway. He was the best at decision making and could analyze a defense once and completely dismantle them with his passes. He looked at the opposing team and then went into the huddle.
"Okay, we got some pretty fast guys over there but they're all in the backfield. So if we stick to the run and the short passing game, we'll be okay." The rest of the team nodded.
"Okay here's the plan. Goten, the ball's going to you. I-right thirty-two blast! BREAK!"
The line set up and Kurama took up his position behind one of the more burly centers. He looked over the defense and saw that they were showing blitz. So he audibled to pass.
"Yellow forty-five, yellow forty-five! Down! Set! Hut! Hut! Hike!" The ball was thrust into his hands, and he dropped back. The rush was coming and no one was open. He was tempted to throw to a man-to-man covered Kenshin but urged himself to wait.
'Five, four, three, two, one, NOW!' he shouted to himself. He chucked the ball toward the right side of the field in a short arc right to Squall who had just finished his route. As soon as he let go of the ball, he was pegged by the two linebackers.
Squall turned up field and took off in a hurry. There were only the two safety's to beat. Juke left, spin off one to the right. Open field. Wide open field. He left the defense in the dust as he crossed the goal line at a light jog.
Over on the sidelines there were more impressed murmurs from the coaches as well as cheers and jeers from the two opposing teams.
"Maybe zis vill be a good zeazon." stated Coach Swarzenegger, sounding a little stunned.
Kickoff. Kickoff meant hitting the kick returner. Zell was a defender. That meant Zell got to hit someone. He watched the ball as he ran down the field, faster than even he thought he could go.
He saw the kick returner catch the ball. He was only two yards away from him.
The only thing that the returner saw after he caught the ball was a blur of speed and then feeling a ramming sensation on his stomach. The ball fell and the returner joined it on the ground.
Zell bent down and scooped up the ball as it bounced up. He jumped over the downed returner and, while taunting the opposing team, he walked into the end zone.
The next day was a living hell.
"Move fool move!" shouted Coach T at Yusuke while he watched the sweat drenched teen complete yet another hundred yards of Samurai Sushi Rolls.
Samurai Sushi Rolls, or S.S.R.'s for short, were extremely exhausting and really worked on one's endurance. The way you did them was, when the coach said go, you sprinted as far as you could from one end zone to the other until you heard the coaches whistle. Then you threw yourself forward and rolled. Finally, as soon as you had rolled forward, you then threw your body to the side and rolled over and got back up to do it all over again. Usually it was one S.S.R. per every five yards.
Yusuke wanted so badly to get up and punch the living snot out of the coach, but instead he used his anger as fuel to go faster.
"That'z right like dat!" shouted Coach Swarzenegger encouragingly.
Now, the team was running bleachers. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Some players fell, were cut, got back up, and continued on. Since this was their last year at P.H., every senior was determined to overlook every insult from the coaches, ignore any injury they received, and to play their hearts out, be it in practice or in a game.
Two weeks, seven hundred bleachers, two hundred and eighty Samurai Sushi Rolls, one thousand four hundred push ups, one thousand four hundred sit ups, two thousand liners, four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine sprints, and four hundred fifty-five minutes of weight lifting later….
"Gentlemen," started Coach Swarzenegger, "if zere iz vone thing that I have to zay, it iz zhat I am very proud of you. Not vone of jou qvite through all of dis."
"Huh, I've never seen this much determination in a football team that's for sure!" said Coach T proudly.
"I pity the fool who thinks that he can take on this team and win!"
"Ve vill have a good season dis year," said Coach Swarzenegger, "and I think ve're going to get that State Championship dis jear, right?"
"YES SIR!" shouted the team in unison.
"Hah, I didn't hear you! Are we gonna win state this year fools?" shouted Coach T.
"HELL YEAH! WE'RE GONNA WIN STATE!" the team roared.
"Hah, now that's more like it! Now go in and get changed and go home fools!" said Coach T.
"Ze list of position and who made them and in vhat string vill be up next veek, so go home and get a good rest!" announced Coach Swarzenegger over the voices of the changing seniors.
As all the senior were walking out Sano turned to Bit, "Man I haven't seen our team this fired up in years! We'll definitely win state this year!"
"You can say that again." said Bit.
"Man I haven't seen our team this fired up.." started Sano but Bit cut him off.
"Shut up you smart ass!" he yelled.
"You have a good weekend too!" Sano shouted back.
As Gohan sat in the front seat of his car he couldn't help but laugh, "We're definatley gonna win state!"
With that he turned on the car and headed home.
There's chapter four. Can anyone guess where the name Ray Finkle is from? It's actually really easy.
As always R&R!
