Pairings: Platonic Sena /Monta. Sena/Taka Honjo.
IMPORTANT: In this AU, Sena did reveal herself as Eyeshield 21. HOWEVER, they do not know Sena is in fact a girl.
In honor of this year's clown sighting epidemic and the month of October. Enjoy.
"MONTAAAAA," Sena howled, barreling into the living room of their tiny apartment. "MONTA, T-THERE'S A C-C-C-CLOWN OUTSIDE."
Choking on his drink, he sputtered, "W-what?! A clown?!"
"Yes! A clown! Outside!" She shouted, rushing past him to rummage frantically through their storage closet. "Where's the baseball bat?!"
"Baseball ba- Are you going to fight it?" Monta asked incredulously, standing up and hurrying to the window. Cautiously, he pulled aside the blinds and looked out. It was a calm autumn night, cool but not cold, and the leaves were falling gently from the trees, fluttering down to the bright red shoes of- "FU-THERE'S A CLOWN OUTSIDE!"
"Did you think I was making it up?! And no, of course I'm not going to fight it! This is just in case it decides to get any c-c-closer," she tripped over the last word, fear making her tongue clumsy. Sena let out a gasp as she felt the handle of the bat in the midst of the junk pile. Pulling it out, she tried a few practice swings, huffing unsteadily. "T-this should help but if the clown has a kn-knife…"
They shared a grim look.
"I'm calling the cops." Sena stated, pulling out her cellphone.
"No way, dude, it's like two weeks until Halloween, they'll think we're crazy or pranking them! We have to call someone else," Monta retorted, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "But who?"
"Shin-san," Sena suggested immediately. She was fairly certain Shin did not feel fear. Her face crumpled tearfully. "Oh, no, wait. He's off doing special training; he didn't tell me when he'd be back."
Biting her nails, she began to pace in the limited space available and Monta risked another peek outside. "YUP. STILL THERE." He inhaled a shaky breath. "Fine, who else then? Who isn't going to be terrified and can handle creepy, potentially life threatening stuff like this?"
"Hiruma," they said simultaneously then considered it carefully, thinking of the favor they would owe him if he did actually clear his schedule just to save them from some costumed, potentially murderous weirdo. Sena cringed remembering the last time she owed him a favor but Monta broke first, saying, "Mmm, never mind."
"Uhh." She rubbed her damp forehead, the other hand on her hip as she thought. "…Agon-san?"
"If I wanted to be in danger, I would just let the clown in," Monta said, lifting an eyebrow sarcastically.
"Right, stupid suggestion. I don't know!" She burst out, waving her arms frantically. "You think of someone!"
"Taka Honjo!" Monta shouted in reply, hit by inspiration. "He's MAX calm about everything! He'll be able to deal with this."
"Okay, call him," she agreed hastily, handing him the phone. "Ask him if he's able to spend the night too."
Monta gawked at her, horrified. "No way! That's such a weird thing for a dude to ask another dude."
Sena glowered back, unimpressed. "I am not staying in this apartment all night with just us and a c-clown outside. Ask him, tell him I suggested it."
Grumbling but compliant, he dialed the number. It rang twice before the other teen answered, "Hello?"
"Hey, Taka-san! This is Monta, uhhh, listen, me and Sena have a situation we'd like your assistance with." Monta started off, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. He considered ditching the plan and hanging up but then he glanced at the window again. The clown was still there. "HAHA! Actually, could you come over right now? I mean, RIGHT now. As fast as you can."
There was a pause before Taka replied, "Is there a reason for this invitation?"
"Weeeeell," Monta drew out the word, staring at a furiously nodding Sena who mouthed, "Tell him!"
"To be honest, there's a clown outside our apartment and it's really freaking us out and you were the first person we could think." Not the whole truth, but close enough. He was going to have a hard time believing them as it was.
"A… clown?" He asked slowly.
"…Yes."
"Is this a joke, Monta-san," the way he spoke made it sound like it wasn't a question, but rather vaguely threatening. "Do you realize what time it is?"
"Listen. If I was going to prank you, it would be way more elaborate than this. Sena is right here, he'll vouch for me," Monta promised, holding the phone so Sena could take it. She smiled nervously although Taka couldn't see it and said speedily, "H-hello, Taka-san! Monta's telling the truth, there's a scary clown outside our apartment and we can't call they police because they won't believe us and you're the only person that is capable of handling this right now so please, please, please come over. Please."
There was another long pause before she heard him speak. "Fine, I'll be right over. Don't leave the apartment."
Sena almost laughed, but contained it to a strangled giggle. "Yeah, we're not going anywhere."
The Receiver for the Teikoku Alexanders knocked at the door twenty minutes later. The two occupants frantically pulled him inside and bolted the door shut again before welcoming him cordially.
"I brought a book to read in case this turns out to be a gag," he drawled, setting down his bag on their living room table. "Now where is the clown? I didn't see anyone outside."
"He, we're pretty sure it's a man, is on the other side of the apartment building. Thankfully, he isn't near the front of the apartment, otherwise we'd be trapped." Sena explained, guiding him to the window they had been peering out of all night. Monta set up a movie and turned on the coffeemaker. They weren't going to sleep until that thing left.
Taka considered her skeptically before pulling aside the blinds of the window. He stared for a few moments too long and Sena was partly worried, partly hopeful that the clown had left.
"…Yes, that is a clown." Taka's face remained impassive but the astonishment in his voice, as deadpanned as it was, was the most emotion she'd ever heard from him. "Is he a prankster?"
"We don't know, he hasn't done anything except stand there, but he must move because every time we look, he's in a slightly different position." Monta joined in, crossing his arms as he explained. He kept sending quick, uneasy glances at the blinds as if to make sure they were really closed.
"That is disturbing," Taka admitted. "Looks like I will be staying the night then."
Both of them heaved a sigh of relief. Sena smiled calmly for the first time since she came home. "Thank you, Taka-kun."
He looked away, a little color appearing on his pale face. "It's nothing."
Monta clapped his hands, obliviously breaking the strangely intimate atmosphere. "Alright then, who wants to watch a movie?"
"Nothing s-scary, please," Sena begged, moving as if to hide behind Taka for safety. After a second, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She glanced up gratefully at him and the taller boy flushed a shade darker.
"Of course not," Monta retorted, offended. "It's an action movie, to get us pumped up in case we have to fight for our lives."
Sena began hyperventilating.
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