WHEREVER YOU WILL GO

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Eyeshield 21, I only own OC characters and the premise of story. I don't own the song, either.

Warnings: Sena as a girl, some curse words and some implied naughty things. Only implied, though.

If I could

Then I would

I'll go wherever you will go

Way up high

Or down low

I'll go wherever you will go

(The Calling – Wherever You Will Go)

It caused an uproar.

Even their closest friends and confidants were surprised at the turn of events.

All of them thought that Yamato – Takeru now, as he renounced the abhorred

surname – would bow his head and accepted the engagement to the beautiful Kuchiki heiress.

So imagine their surprise – no, downright shock, when they found out that not only Takeru renounced his now former family name, but took up the surname of his girlfriend, now fiancee and soon to be bride and wife, Kobayakawa Sena.

Kobayakawa Takeru.

It was baffling.

The football world was in uproar.

The surname Kobayakawa was synonymous with the nickname of Eyeshield 21, the fastest runner of the era, and now, suddernly, there were two of them!

It was preposterous!

It was difficult enough, to announce the name - at first, the announcers swapped then surnames from Yamato to Kobayakawa like crazy, until they finally settled on … you guessed it, Kobayakawa Takeru.

The problem was, when the two of them were playing against each other….

Both of them had the same surname…. And both of them had the same jersey numbers!

It made the announcers and reporters literally cry with frustration.

Because the Japanese society was so polite, it was a social faux pas when calling a person, who you don't know, by their name, when commenting on the game, where two persons were playing, with the same surname, and same jersey numbers…

Add in Takeru's vehement protest against use his old surname, and they were toasted.

The Japanese solved the problem quite easily – with suffixes. Takeru became Kobayakawa – kun, and Sena became Kobayakawa – chan.

The Americans had it tougher. Their reporters were used to calling the players by surname. And then, there appear two players – both outstanding in their own right, but both having the same surname. That they could bear, but jersey numbers!

It caused numerous headaches to solve that problem.

In the end, the resolved to nicknames – Bolt and Thunder. Sena became Bolt because of her unheard of speed, and Takeru became Thunder – wherever Sena went, he followed her, and because of his Caesar Charge which caused an uproar on the stands, no matter how many times the spectators had seen it – it was still magnificent.

Sena and Takeru were jogging lightly toward Sena's house, their skin was wet with sweat under their clothes.

It was four months since the uproar at Takeru's denouncement of Yamato name.

It had been hectic, what with reporters and paparazzi – Sena thanked every day that she had Hiruma on her side – the blonde Hell Commander really delighted in making the unforutnate bastards – err, victims, into his new slaves. Not that he needed them, anyway, but just for the heck of it.

Yamato family had suffered a massive media smackdown – firstly because of Takeru's declination of the arranged marriage – the football fans were horrified that something like that could happen to their idol – and secondly, for Takeru's denouncement of the Yamato's surname.

Couple that with the fame of the newly-dubbed Thunderbolt pair, and Takeru's parents were in really deep trouble.

The business proposal included Takeru's engagement to Kuchiki Heiress simply because Chinako was a fan of Takeru, and she saw the proposal as ideal means to become Takeru's wife.

Takeru was famous, handsome and kind, albeit a little too obsessed with football for Kuchiki Chinako's tastes. However, Chinako mused, when she would be his wife, all of that would change - Takeru would be devoted to her, and only to her.

It seemed that all would go smoothly for the dark – haired beauty. In one evening, she would be engaged to the love of her life, and they would live happily ever after, without that horrible football wedged between them; Takeru would get himself a proper job, like his parents, and she would have bragging rights on possesion of that hunk of a man.

However, nobody anticipated that Yamato – Takeru now, would snap. The Yamato pair was so sure that their son would do as told that Takeru's little rebellion was completely unexpected, and thus, they were unprepared.

So sure they were, that when Takeru had announced he broke the engagement to Chinako, that a simple threat of denouncement would rein their stubborn son back to the right path

But Takeru didn't bend. He renounced the name casually, as if it was something unimportant – something easily replaceable.

The Yamato patriarch had felt a frisson of fear when his wayward offspring looked at him – golden eyes so much as those of his grandfather, Yamato Kaede. Stern, merciless and resolved to see the chosen path to the bitter end.

Yamato Mizuki was a businessman first, heir to the Yamato name second, and the father third. He thought he knew his son - Takeru was obedient, loyal to he family name and excelled in studies and sport. The first disappointment came when Yamato was expelled from the Notre Dame – seemingly for no reason.

Takeru would be more inclined to follow the family steps of becoming bussinessman now, Mizuki mused. He couldn't have a son, eternally obsesses with football now, could he?

Then, the second disappointment. Teikoku lost against those Deimon Devilbats – some third – rated, no-name team, and that was with Yamato leading them!

Unacceptable.

Mizuki thought that would be the end of Takeru's fooling around with football. Surely that defeat would be crushing enough to… what?

Takeru was, surprisingle enough, elated about the loss. Mizuki was baffled.

And the reason was, the tiny running back with number 21 – ironically enough, from Deimon Devilbats.

Three years later, Takeru was kissing the shrimpy kid, just after his team had lost against the so-called Eyeshield 21.

Mizuki almost had a heart attack. His son was gay?

Well…

Surprisingly, the not – so – shrimpy kid proved to be a girl.

Still…

Mizuki had enough.

It was time to lead the boy home, and make him useful.

And if that wold throw in his lap the much – coveted contract with Kuchiki Inc., all the better.

His wife agreed.

Takeru didn't agree. Until he was threatened with the loss of the Yamato surname, that's it.

This evening should be Mizuki's celebration – a crown of his achievements as a bussinesman and a father.

But looking into those amber eyes, glinting with gold shards in their depths, he found out he was woefully wrong.

As a last resort, he called the bodyguards to subdue the foolish youth.

Takeru wasn't stopped. In fact, he defeated the strongest guard as if the guard were a child – with an ease borne of experience and strength that belied Mizuki's beliefs.

How could be anyone so strong?

Mizuki knew that his son was strong, and was proud of it. But he didn't know how strong was Takeru… until that evning.

Until then, the news about his son's athletic achievements were just baseless stories to him.

But seeing that with his own eyes….

He was terrified.

Takeru could have crushed him without effort, and he, Mizuki, would be helpless to do anything.

In those golden eyes, he clearly read the message: - He had gone too far. One wrong step, and it would be upon his own head. –

In that moment, he knew he had failed.

Yamato Sanae was a woman of traditional beliefs, mixed with a good dose of a shrewd business sense.

She had left her son behind, to thrive in the business world. But this evening, her eyes had been opened to the cruel reality of losing her child.

Her child… What a strange word. Takeru was always a sunny child, always obedient and excelling in studies and sports, a prime example what should a heir of Yamato family should be.

She was proud of him. And whn the chance showed, to engage the boy to the beautiful Kuchiki Heiress, she couldn't have been more elated.

They were so cute together!

Rich, famous and beautiful.

A perfect pair.

She chose not to notice Takeru's dilslike of his future wife – after all, they would have all the time of the world to get to know each other, after they would marry each other.

And their children would be perfect. A little girl, with golden eyes and long black hair, and a small boy, messy dark hair and blue eyes, and that cheerful smile –

And it all shattered within a second, when Takeru decided to be stubborn, and break the engagement.

Never before, had she seen Takeru so furious and determined. Takeru was, until now, always obedient, always listened to their wishes, just like a good son should.

However, that night, she saw not a child, but a young man, who was pissed and determined to walk his own way, even if he had to throw away his name for that to do.

He stood tall and proud, so like his grandfather it was chilling. And in that moment, something in Yamato Sanae had broken.

She had lost her son.

And she hadn't even know him….

The happy pair was laughing and talking, their breath coming out in light pants, as they were slowly cooling down from their rigorous exercise.

It was a crisp winter morning, and they were excited to share the day - their time as a couple was limited with their scheldules, and so they learned to treasure each and every second they could be together.

Suddenly, Takeru became serious. Sena blinked. ''Takeru?'' She asked softly, as he stared from the tense form of his boyfriend to the black limousine in front of house of Sena's parents.

''What are they doing there?'' Takeru hissed, incensed. Sena inhaled sharply at her fiance's cold tone. She was so used to see Takeru cheerful that she completely forgot about his serious side. Or better, his more … hateful one.

Since they were dating, they got to know each other very well. Takeru knew about her dislike of loud sounds, and her being a former gopher, and she knew about his dislike of the purple color, his obsession with winning against Mr Don, and his dislike of seafood.

And that was only the tip of the iceberg.

But the most important, Sena knew about Takeru's masks. Takeru seemed to be always cheerful, always kind and benevolent, albeit a little bit stupid with his predictions.

However, Sena was used to Hiruma's mind games, and she knew that Takeru's predictions were just that – a psychological weapon to rattle the opponent into showing it's weak points.

But not many had seen the darker side of Kobayakawa Takeru – the hurt side, the wrathful side… the one which had borne the Caesar Charge, and molded Takeru into such an formidable athlete and opponent.

Even when he was smiling, Takeru was calculating, measuring, waiting for the opportune moment. And when the moment came, he overcame the opponent with the sheer drive and his own abilities, that were honed to perfection.

Like Sena, Takeru had trained to attain the abilities he had now – hours upon hours of training, building his endurance, his body into a perfection.

Kobayakawa Takeru was a wind, that upon the right circumstances, could explode into a whirlwind – or better, typhoon.

The football players who played against the Notre Dame's Eyeshield 21 before he vanished off into the unknown, could attest to that without a single shred of doubt.

The power to go forward, forward, even if only for a single milimeter…. Even if his legs were screaming, his tights breaking under the weight of the players, hanging off of him in a desperate effort to stop that human juggernaut of bones and muscles that seemed to be made from steel.

That resolve was the scariest – even more than Takeru's power, balance and speed.

Takeru was unstoppable.

Sena moved, and squeezed Takeru's left hand.

Takeru was scary, but … Sena would be with him. No matter what. Or, better, who.

Takeru smiled a small smile when he felt a dainty hand in his own, wider one.

Amber eyes looked into the concerned mocha – colored ones, and somehow, he felt it would be all right.

''Tadaima.'' The smooth voice called out into the house, making the occupants aware of the newcomers.

''Takeru, Sena!'' Mihae called, smiling. ''Come to the kitchen, dears. We have guests.''

The adults were sitting around the table, the Yamato spouses prim and proper, and Kobayakawa Shima was relaxed as usual, while Mihae was puttering around with the additional cups and more tea.

The adults heard some shuiffling. ''Coming, Mom!'' A voice of a young girl called out, causing the guests to tense slightly.

Three minutes later, the pair entered the kitchen, with towels around their necks, and Takeru ruffling his hair from the excess moisture.

''Good morming, Dad, Mom, '' Sena greeted, bowing politely, smiling a bit. ''Good morning, dear,'' Mihae smiled at her daughter. ''Had a good run?''

Sena nodded. '' The weather was perfect.'' Takeru added, embracing Sena from behind, and nuzzling her neck, making her giggle.

Takeru didn't give a flying fuck at his parents' scandalised faces. Sena was his fiance, and he would be damned if he allowed them to demean Sena – chan!

''Sena, the guests are Yamato Mizuki and Yamato Sanae, Takeru-kun's parents. Takeru – kun, they have something to tell you…'' Mihae began.

''If that's about coming back, then they are sorely mistaken.'' Takeru interrupted her politely, albeit a little bit frostily.

Yamato Mizuki frowned.

His son was still bull – headed as ever.

He glared into those amber eyes, flecked with gold streaks. '' Son – '' He began. He noticed Takeru tensing, before Sena caught his right hand, caressing it lightly, and then, much to Mizuki's amazement, Takeru relaxed.

'' Dear, are you sure you don't want to marry that nice Kuchiki girl?'' Sanae asked, looking at her only child imploringly.

Takeru resisted urge to twitch.

''No. Yamato – san.'' He managed to get out at least semi – politely. He ignored the hurt flinch of the woman he had thought it was his mother. '' We are complerely incompatibile, besides, I am already engaged, with Sena-kun here.''

''Ah… your engagement.'' Mizuki said coldly. ''Tell me, why should I allow you to marry the girl? She isn't anything special – ''

''You? Allow me?'' Takeru barked out a short laugh. ''I recommend you to get checked for the long – term memory, Yamato-san.'' He spoke out coldly.

'' I'll marry her because I love her. And as for your accusation – she is special. Unlike that Kuchiki brat, she knows and likes me for me. I don't want to be some demented version of a perfect husband Chinako had thought up for her selfish needs.''

'' But Chinako – '' Sanae tried once again.

Takeru scoffed. '' Is a spoiled rich kid. She doesn't even like football!''

''Takeru, I tought you were past your obsession with that sport,'' Mizuki commented disapprovingly.

Takeru choked with disbelief.

'' That obsession, sir,'' he ground out, '' Is a great part of my life, it's my hobby and my profession, so kindly stop demeaning it!''

Sanae scoffed.

'' You could do much better than – ''

''Than what?'' Sena interrupted. Her mocha – colored eyes hard. '' Takeru is doing what he loves. Not many people has such luck, doing what they really like, as part of their job.''

Sanae gasped, affronted. ''How dare you - !''

'' NO!'' Sena cut her off. '' How dare you! All Takeru had ever wanted, was to be happy! He wanted to make you proud, so you two could be happy, and what did you do?''

''Sena!'' Mihae called, disapprovingly.

'' Takeru deserves to be happy.'' Sena continued, disregarding her mother. '' And if playing football brings him happiness, then – then he should pursue it -'' She choked out, her throat tightening.

'' What right do you have, dictating him how he should be happy? It's his happiness, so only he should decide, what makes him happy!'' Sena finished, tears in her eyes.

Takeru eyed her, amazed and humbled.

'' Excuse me,'' Sena said sliently, before slipping out of Takeru's loose embrace and heading out of the kitchen.

All of the occupants watched her departure silently.

Takeru turned around to look at his parents.

''You know what?'' He said, his voice hushed in awe. '' Sena is right. And that's why I love her – because she looks out for me, she comforts me, she makes me laugh and because… she makes me happy. She makes playing football fun – she loves me for all that I am – even if I am football-obsessed maniac,'' he finished, smiling ruefully.

Takeru's parents watched his son, and for the first time in their lives, since Takeru was born, they really saw him.

The boy – no, man in front of them was tall, his body clothed in the loose black running trousers with gray, form-fitting t – shirt which showed off his sculpted upper part of his body. His skin was smooth and with a hint of bronze. Shaggy dark hair and handsome face with a small goofy smile, while those unique amber eyes were warm as he thought of his fiance.

It made Mizuki regret that he had lost such an upstanding young man to the Kobayakawas.

It made Sanae regret that she didn't know her son a little bit better.

Takeru blinked.

'' Now, if you excuse me, I have to shower.'' He said, before heading off to the door.

Sena sniffled as she furiously wiped the tears off her face.

Of all the people - !

She didn't like Takeru's parents, bur even she could see that the were genuinely concerned for their son, renounced name or not.

Now all Takeru had to do, was to reconcile with them and –

She hung her head, letting the warm water beating down her back, as she leaned her forehead on the cool tile, while closing her eyes, as she hugged herself.

So lost in depressing thoughts, she didn't notice a shadow, and then, someone joined her in the shower.

She felt a warm, male body pressing against her back, while strong arms embraced her; left arm around her waist, and right arm across her chest with broad hand resting gently on her hand on her left shoulder.

''Do you know what would make me really happy?'' A smooth, male voice asked her, making her startle out of her thoughts.

Sena blinked.

''Huh?'' She asked dumbly.

He nuzzled her neck, leaving a small, invisible necklace, made from kisses on the smooth skin. She felt him smiling, before she suddenly realised where she was, and who exactly held her –

She yelped, trying to backpedal, only to blush fiercely, as she unknowingly confirmed her captor was indeed a male.

''T – Takeru!'' She struggled further. '' What are you – Let me out right now!''

She only received a warm chuckle for her efforts.

'' Nope,'' Takeru answered her cheerfully. '' You aren't going anywhere, so…Suck. It. Up.''

Sena seethed.

She was naked, in the shower, with her… fiance shamelessly occupying the same shower and she was undoubtedly red as a lobster from the mortification.

And did she mention, her fiance was naked?

'Well, what else should he wear, in the shower? ' She mused idly.

'But still!' The more prude part of her brains whined out.

'' It… isn't really proper,'' she tried.

She shivered as he felt him chuckling.

Takeru embraced her, enjoying the feel of her warm, slick skin against his body.

'' Did you know how often I was dreaming of you in the shower?'' His voice was husky with reminiscing and something… more?

Sena gulped.

It really wasn't fair.

She inhaled and turned around –

- only for her lips to be caught into a small, wet kiss, which escalated into a full – out snog of her life.

'' Didn't you say something about making you really happy?'' She managed to get out, her brains still muzzy from the intense feelings, her arms unconsciously creeping around Takeru's neck, while her fingers absently began to play with the wet strands of Takeru's dark hair..

Takeru chuckled deviously.

And for some reason, Sena shivered with dread and excitement.

Later, when they were lying in Sena's bed, still naked and cuddling into each other, Takeru suddenly hugged her.

''Thank you.'' His voice was solemn.

Sena blinked, confused.

She looked up, into those unusually colored amber eyes, only to find them staring at her with a soft light, golden shards dancing in the expressive orbs.

She gasped, entranced.

Takeru's eyes were so… Beautiful. The shard of darkness that was ever-present in the amber

depths, had vanished, and those eyes were watching her with so many feelings dancing in them…

'' W – What for?'' she asked, entranced.

Takeru smiled. Sena looked so confused, it was almost cute. '' For being there. For playing football. For..'' He gulped. '' Loving me.''

He saw her blushing, as she lowered her eyes shyly. He couldn't help himself – he kissed her nose.

She was too cute for her own good.

And she was his.


The Thunderbolt pair is reported to be one of the most famous pairs in the history of sport.. The most unusual was, both of the spouses competed in one of the hardest and bloodiest sports known to man - the American football.

They were legends on their own – for their achievements and their relationship likewise.

Kobayakawa Takeru, formerly known as Yamato Takeru, is known for his Caesar Charge, which was described as the expression of ideals of what American football aspires to be. He is known to be all-around player, his abilities second to none; only in the speed was he ever defeated by his wife, and rival, Kobayakawa Sena. At the first World Football Toirnament Pro, he defeated his former rival, Mr. Don.

Kobayakawa Sena is known for her speed – based techniques, the most famous is her Devil 4th Dimension, and Devilbat Ghost, along with the Multiple Devilbat Ghost, if mentiond only the most famous ones. Along with her husband, they succesfully deployed Devil Dragonfly against America, and the Triple Blitz against Russia with Kaitani Riku and Shin Seijuro. She is also rivals and friends with numerous number one players – Shin Seijuro, Kakei Shun, Akaba Hayato, Panther/Patrick Spencer and others.

The Kobayakawa spouses were voted for the MVP pair in the history of the American football; both of them were nominated, separately, and together, for the MVP of the Worpld Pro.

For more informations about the history about Thunderbolt pair, buy the book Wherever You Will Go, authors Koutarou Suzuna, Hiruma Mamori and Hiruma Youichi. The price is 45$ each book. Now with added coloured photos and a poster!

The end