FASH: Alright, SPOILERS for the end if the Oujou vs Deimon although it's not exactly what happens because I only know the basic things my little sister told me after she read the scanilations for it.
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Sena wiped the tears from his eyes, sniffling a bit as he remembered Shin's cruel words to him. Of course it was all he could do, he couldn't help it if Shin was as fast as him now! It wasn't his fault that he couldn't outrun the trident tackle! He glanced around him, his teammates looked worried to, Hiruma was desperately trying to figure out a way to beat the White Knights.
'We're gonna loose, we're gonna loose because I'm not fast enough.' Sena's eyes began to water again.
"And now two people have begun a volunteer half time show." A voice from one of the announcers said, but Sena didn't really care, until he heard the strum of a guitar. He turned around slowly and felt his eyes widen in shock.
There was Akaba strumming his guitar and there was Mizumachi, waving around pom poms wearing nothing but a skirt.
Sena had seen Mizumachi in next to nothing before, since the taller blonde had no problems with stripping down to his swimming trunks in public, and then he had seen him with nothing but a towel on that one time in the bathhouse. He'd also seen him in one of the Kyoshin cheerleaders uniforms before, so this wasn't a very new experience for Sena. But he couldn't help but stare anyways.
'I don't think there are very many normal people who play football.' Sena thought to himself dryly, smiling as Mizumachi jumped around and Akaba played a rift. But he was lapsing back into depression just knowing that the clocks were ticking and soon he'd be back on the field, practically useless. 'I guess I'll just have to run like the hounds of hell, or Cerberus, is chasing after me. If I give up before I even try, I'll lose for sure.' He glanced over to the other side of the field. 'Even if my chances of winning this one are extremely low.' He sighed, turning back around and glancing at each of his teammates. 'We've all worked so hard, even if Shin-san is as fast as I am now, I'll find a way to beat him.'
"Shin, you made him cry! What did you say to him to make him cry!" "You're getting soft, Sakuraba." The blonde flinched a bit. "I am not! I'm playing to win too. I just can't see how-" "He is my rival, now that we are equal in speed, he'll have to overcome his limitations." Sakuraba sighed. "That still doesn't explain why you made him cry."
"Well I still say that if Sena slides into the end zone, like when you're sliding to the home plate, we'll get a surprise touchdown MAX!" "Yeah, but how far is he going to have to slide?" "It's just a suggestion!" "Yeah, well I don't-" "SHUT UP!" Hiruma snapped, pulling out a gun from only God knows where. "Look, we don't have much more time and we're not going to rack up enough points by just kicking, so, fuckin' shrimp, you've got to beat Shin with strength." "... You're kidding right?"
"WE'LL CRUSH 'EM! YA HA!" "YA HA!"
"GLORY ON THE KINGDOM!"
The second half seemed to stretch on for hours and Sena still couldn't believe that the Honjou Masaru had shown up just in time to give Monta a 'pep talk', hell, he couldn't believe that he'd been able to compete against Shin with not just his speed, but his strength as well. But the second half would be done in a mere two seconds. Sena gulped nervously, they had two seconds to turn the game in their favor, two seconds for him to either run into the endzone, or for Hiruma to pass the ball to an exhausted looking Monta.
Sena had come up against this sort of thing during games before, so much to do but so little time to do it in, but not when he was up against Shin. 'This is going to be my biggest test, in order for me to win against Shin-san, I have to do something that no one would expect me to do, something that I haven't done enough times that they wouldn't think I'd be able to do it in this situation.' He sealed his lips together firmly, his brow creasing before his eyes lit up.
'That's it, that's what I can do!' "Hiruma-san." The quarterback turned to him with a look that promised death if this wasn't important. "What?" He snapped but Sena didn't flinch or step back at the tone. "I have an idea."
Sena stood, muscles in his legs tense as he waited for Hiruma to say the final hut before he sprung into action, grabbing the ball from Hiurma he ran forward. 'Shin-san, I will win.' He thought with more determination and confidence than he had ever felt before he sprung into the air above Shin.
No one would expect him to do a Devil Bat Dive against only one opponent.
He fell to the ground, heaving a sigh of relief when he heard Hiruma's familiar cry of: "Touchdown! Ya Ha!" The game ended, forty two to forty.
"Eyeshield." Sena stood up and smiled brightly at his greatest rival.
"Next year, when the current third years are gone Sakuraba and I will do our best to lead our team to victory." He said seriously and Sena nodded, smiling widening. "I'll try my best next year too!"