Note: Due to everyone waiting for a long while, I don't think I can manage to update chapter 8 as a whole. So, I will cut chapter 8 into a five parts and update it every time I can. I am really sorry for the inconvenience.

BUT! Please don't think that I won't finish this. I will and I promise to do so. This is my first fic that I really loved and invested a lot of time and effort. And so, I won't give up on finishing this~

Disclaimer: not mine!

Takami paced back and forth around the clubhouse. After the not-so-victorious match against Deimon, Shogun announced that they've weakened considerably, and therefore should train some more. Well,of course, it was quite baffling that Shin of all people, was beaten by a rookie ,who probably didn't even play American football as much as they did. (This of course was based from Shin's observations.)

The sky was beginning to dim already, and some of the first string players were still there in the clubhouse hanging around,not really having anything better to do.

"I'm worried. I haven't received a call from the hospital yet." He stopped in his tracks, a small frown on his lips. The hospital said they they would call them when Sakuraba could already receive visitors. It's been five hours since they said that, but he couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiousness surfacing from the pit of his stomach.

"Senpai,don't you think you're worrying too much? They did say that he just broke a collarbone. Nothing serious." Somebody casually replied, running a hand through his hair. The quarter back of Oujou sighed. He was probably right, maybe he was just worrying too much. He squeezed the cell phone in his hand, a little tighter. "Yeah, probably nothing serious."

He sat on of the benches and flipped his cellphone open, half-expecting to receive a call. The door was suddenly slid open, revealing a sweating Shin who was back from his regular routine of jogging. However,this time, it took longer than usual. "Hey, you're back. But usually, you don't take this long. Is anything bothering you,Shin?" He adjusted his glasses.

Shin just gazed at Takami before entering. He made his way to his locker before discarding the shirt he was wearing. " I've been doing some thinking." The tall line backer changed into a new shirt. "That eyeshield 21, his body, it is very familiar."

Before Takami could even ask some more, Wakana suddenly came in, ushering him outside, saying that Shogun needed something with him. He looked at Shin, then sighed. That would have to wait until later.

Shin opened his locker, retrieving a blue towel from it.

Eyeshield 21 seemed to be very familiar, in stature and in the way he moved.

Just like Kobayakawa Sena.

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"Sena, it's been so long, why don't you come and hang out with us!" Juri suggested.

"Eh?" Sena asked, not quite sure if she heard right. To be honest, she wasn't used to being invited to hang out somewhere. She never had any friends , besides her niisans and Mamori,oh and Aki of course. So, being asked to hang out was,well, new to her. But, in a way, it made her feel extremely happy. "Really? Sure!"

"How about after your work then? Maybe we could come over! I haven't seen Mihae-obasan in a long time. Oh, well, if it isn't much trouble, I mean."

"You guys can come over, I'm sure oka-san would love to see you again Juri-nee!" The young brunette was already eager to finish her job. She wasn't much of a sociable person so things like these were rare.

"Great, so, what time do you finish?" She asked, a trace of excitement evident in her tone.

"Oh, um, I'll be done in about thirty minutes." The petite brunette said, lightly tapping a finger on her chin.

"Wha- Hey! Deciding for other people is not smart!" Kotarou smartly pointed out. He gave Juri a half-hearted glare. Seriously, they were supposed to be discussing how they would improve their training ! Going to someone's house wasn't part of the plan. Plus, it was supposed to be a date , just the two of them, but Akaba just had to come along. Curse you Akaba!

Juri just ignored him and continued talking to Sena, before she politely excused herself . "Um, I think I need to go now, I mean, I still have,uh,other things to tend to."

"Sure, we'll be waiting. "The taller girl waved at the retreating back of Sena.

The short brunette made her way to the back of the counter as carefully as she could, making sure that she wouldn't trip. Just as she was about to open the door, one of the staff suddenly patted her back and gave her a sympathetic look. "Good luck." The brunette was slightly taken aback at this. Good luck? Good luck for what? Her questions were answered when she opened the door.

"Kyaaa! Sena-san, who's the red-haired guy you were talking too?"

"Hey, hey! Mizumachi-sama called you cute!"

"What's your relationship with the one who has the guitar?"

"Please tell me his contact number!"

"Kakei-sama is really cool!"

Sena, who was supposed to be changing into her normal clothes was suddenly bombarded with questions. One of them grabbed her wrist and slammed the door shut. She scanned the room and noticed that there were five more girls besides her. She gulped,not good.

"Um, I'm sorry , I'm not sure I get what you mean." She twiddled her thumbs together.

"Oh , sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Minako." She smiled giving a hug to Sena,to which the short brunette just awkwardly returned. The other girl immediately let go and patted her head. The other occupants of the room ,grinned and smiled at her, each of them introducing their selves to her.

Once she was sure that she had all of their names right, she nervously smiled back and introduced herself. "I'm Kobayakawa Sena, I hope to get along with you we-well."

"Well, moving on, hey, who was that cool guy from Bando?" One of them eagerly asked. The others looked at her in anticipation. She shrunk back and looked at them nervously. Crap, she didn't know what to do. Should she just quickly take her clothes and run outside? But with her wearing the maid outfit, she would attract a lot of attention. Or, she could just answer them and silently slip away afterwards.

"Hey, hey, is he single?"

"What is his ideal girl?"

"Is he in a band?"

Augh. More questions.

It's decided.

Escaping was better.

Sena calmly looked around and saw an escape route. She could run there without much trouble and her bag was already near the door, so there wouldn't be any problem. Nao did say that she could go once she was finished. But walking around in a maid outfit just seemed kind of humiliating! What if somebody she knew saw her? But, she didn't really want to be pressed for questions.

Dammit, running was seriously a better option.

And so she ran.

She swiftly ran past through them, avoiding each girl in the room. As she neared to the exit, she quickly snatched her bag from the floor and slammed the door shut.

"Sorry! I still have something to do!" Those were her last words to the occupants of the room. They just blinked and stared at each other in silence."She's really fast." One of the girls pointed out.

The rest of them nodded their head in agreement.

Sorry! The next part in this fic is slightly unbeta-ed and unedited. This is just a part of the whole chapter 8 (which originally is around 8,000 + words)

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