Disclaimer: Don't own. So, you don't sue me.

Warning: Hiruma and Agon… Cursing, blackmail, you might get some nose-bleeds, hinted pairings, bad writing, alcohol, ect.

Enjoy and review~~

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And so, Sena was stuck next to Panther, and behind Homer and Watt at the back of the bus.

"Eh? You're from Shin's school?" Panther asked as Watt translated. Sena nodded, "WOW!" Panther's eyes were sparkling, "So, are you in the team?" he asked.

"Um… yes?"

"Really?" Panther's eyes perked up, "What position?"

"Eh? I'm a running-back," Sena said, half-proud, half-modest.

"Really?" Sena nodded, scared out of his wits, "That… I'm one too!" happy to have some sort of connection wit the male, he kept talking, "…But… I wish I saw Eyeshield 'til the end…" a melancholy smile appeared on Panther's face as he looked off to the ceiling, "I came in the middle of the game… and I still lost. So… the next time we fight, it'll be on fair grounds… and I'll defeat him!"

Sena smiled.

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"Panther-san?" Sena ran after the male and up Mt. Fuji, Ugh… So hard to breathe…

Rushing in and panting hard, coming in just in time to see the classic scene of Panther and Shin eating a wild boar next to a fire.

"Sena," the linebacker nodded at the brunet...

Later, Takami, Wakana, pants and underwear-less Otawara, and Sakuraba was sitting with Shin, Panther, and Sena, having a Japan-American Barbeque, with Panther explaining what happened, the group turned to their translator.

"So, basically..." Takami muttered under his breath as he scribbled more letters into the dirt, continuing his earlier rants, "You want to challenge Shin, but instead met 'Eyeshield 21'?" Sena flinched at the title, but no one seemed to notice.

"Yes," Shin was already leaving while Panther turned to him, with Takami translating in the background, "The reborn Nasa Shuttles! As long as I can wear that uniform, I can't compromise!" he yelled, "If I go back like this, it'll be the same as running away! Let's have a match!"

Oh, did that boy know what he was bringing up?

"Right now," after a short slience, "You have no chance of beating me," he said simply, I will not trample over someone who has no chance...

Does that mean... Does that mean that I'm no match for Shin-san as well? Sena paled at the thought, No wonder. Shin-san is always helping me and I'm just... Realization came at him, I'm just dead weight?

And then, he watched the painful Spear Tackle slamming down on Panther, and taking the 'ball', the bag.

And then, came the words out of Takami's mouth, "That's right, Shin can see the most 'effective' routes..." the quarterback said, putting his glasses up, and the brunet just stopped.

"...Then... am I no match for Shin-san as well?" he wondered aloud, the blonde and the black-haired sempai flinched and turned to their running-back.

"W-what?"

Because... I lost too... he gritted his teeth, "Then... I too, will get better!" he declared.

"Huh?"

"I lost!" Panther bowed his head while Otawara laughed.

"Bwahaha! Yep, you were defeated!"

"Why are you so proud?" Takami wondered.

"Wait!" Panther cried after Shin, who once again, paused, "Can Eyeshield 21 pass you?"

At this moment in time, Sena was the one who spoke up, "Eyeshield 21? The one from the D-Deimon game?" he asked and the fellow running-back nodded, "Him?" he gulped and sighed, "He... He can't pass Shin-san," he said.

"...Who's Eyeshield 21?" the Oujou linebacker asked, he remembered one from the Spring Tournament, against the Bando Spiders, but, Deimon has one as well? Was it Kaitaini Riku?

No, Shin remembers seeing the white-haired male, and he watched the Deimon vs NASA Aliens, and that Eyeshield 21... his eyes flickered to Sena.

How did he know him so well?

"W-what?" the group stared at Shin with disbelief.

-After a large, confusing moment...-

"Wait, you're going back?" Takami asked in slight disbelief.

"Yep! I already knew that I'm way too inexperienced," Panther sighed, "So I'd better go back home and start training again," he grinned, "Because right now, I have the best coach!"

Meanwhile, Shin already ran off to continue his training and in response, Takami was well, panicing, "Wait! Shin! You don't have a GPS system!" he called out, and Sakuraba took the system, "I'll catch him," he said, slinging a bag over his shoulder and began to run after the male.

"T-Takami-sempai?" Sena's meek voice seemed to echo.

"Yes, Sena-kun?"

"Is... Is it okay if I want to get stronger as well?" he asked, stammering.

"What?"

"I... I want to go to the Christmas Bowl and... win, with everyone!" he called, and then blushed, "Er... At least that's what I want to think but..." he took a hesitant breathe, "Is it okay if I'm selfish like this?"

"...What you're thinking of Sena," Takami said, a soft smile on his face, "Is nothing more than the ambition of everyone else."

"Eh?"

"That's right," Wakana said, agreeing with the tall quarterback, "Don't worry about it. Everyone wants to go to the Christmas Bowl, and we will get there, right?"

"Yeah..."

And for the first time ever, Takami witnessed that Wakana actually cared.

"3.16!"

"Wow! Shin-san got faster!" Sena exclaimed happily and pursed his lips, "Then... me too."

Although he had a completely different training from Shin, it was paying off by a ten-fold. I want to win... I want to win with everyone... I... I won't become the dead-weight!

With those thoughts in mind, he kept running and kept on training.
Meanwhile, Shin was surprised by the massive amounts the kid was putting on himself, to run up and down Mt. Fuji, keeping the same 4.2 speed, and kick around a pebble like Shogun instructed him to do.

"Sena, what I'm teaching you," Shogun began, "Is to change your change-of-pace habit," he said and the brunet nodded, "So, your training is going to be kicking this pebble. If you lose it, you'll restart training. And until you finish the training, you won't play in the Fall Tournament."

"Eh? O-okay..." Sena squeaked.

Within a couple of days, he had upgraded into kicking it into a zig-zag formation.

"Coach," turning over to Takami, the quarterback asked the question, "Why is Sena doing this training?"

"Well, his change-of-pace has a fatal weakness, so, we're going to get rid of it," the black-haired male next to him nodded, "So, in other words," he smirked, "The White Knights are getting their Phantom."

-Weight-Room-

The room was...dead.

Sena saw it coming, Takami was on the verge of snapping, "Ta-Takami-sempai?" he wondered, and when he saw the fist go up, instincts kicked in and he rushed over.

And for the first time in his life, he was too late.

The room fell silent as the body hit the ground with a dull 'Thud'. Sakuraba looking up with petrified eyes...

And for the first time ever, the Oujou White Knights saw their captain snap.

But, that didn't seem to faze him, "Sakuraba... How dare you... Don't you know how long... These five years, how long I..." he sighed and then turned around and out the door, "I'm sorry. I'm a failure as an upperclassmen."

"...But what if there is nothing to forgive?" he wondered aloud.

A little later...

While the college members of Oujou Silver Knights were yelling at the group.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" he demanded, as the person behind him read the Amefuto magazine.

"Due to Oujou's weakening, it is safe to say that the number one title goes to Seibu..."

"So, just because we, the golden generation, has left, you guys can slack off? Takami!"

"A crushing defeat from Shinryuuji as all the passes were blocked by Ikkyuu..."

Wakana sighed, the mood was horrible, Sakuraba and Takami hasn't talked to each other...

"DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!" three males desperately tried to stop the door from opening, the door that a certain ex-delinquent tried to get out.

"Who's that?" one of the seniors asked.

"Uh... It's the new guy, Ikari," Sena flinched at the name, "If he gets out, it'll get really messy."

And then, the door smashed down, "ORAA!" he screamed, "You bastards just can't SHUT UP, now can you?" he screamed, his black mascara shining on his red-skinned-face, "How dare you insult TAKAMI-SAN!" he screamed, attacking his upperclassmen. With a triumphant grin on his face, satisfied with the hit.

"You... You drop-kick your sempai? How dare you!" and thus, the fight began.

Ending with Otawara chaining down Prison-Chain Ikari, Takami following them outside to where their coach was as well.

Meanwhile, Sena and Sakuraba was walking around, getting a cold drink to cool down with.

"It's, really crazy, huh?" he said nervously.

Sakuraba offered a small smile as he drank the drink, managing to over-hear Takami's and Shogun's conversation.

"No, I believe that this years Oujou is the strongest," the coach said, surprising everyone, "In the fall tournament, I have two speed monsters, Shin and Sena, and one of them slowly becoming perfect," he said and Sakuraba rolled his eyes and Sena felt even more guilty, "I can use Ikari now, and Sakuraba... He's becoming a true athlete."

Sena's eyes lit up and softly smiled at the blonde, who blinked, "If it wasn't for Sakuraba and everyone else giving me some strength," Takami said, "I wouldn't have made it to be a candidate," he said laughing slightly, explaining what had happened, "After that, I always hear the same things. 'He's just a second-rate quarterback that can't run, and isn't anything flashy'," he said.

Sena, for some odd reason, could relate.

"But this year, my final chance," he said, "Because Sakurada is improving bit by bit... becoming to take the receiver position..." the soft smile on the glasses-man face never faded once.

"I still remember sometimes, we lost the championship because the receiver was to short. We lost by 100mm," Shogun sighed, "The great height of you and Sakuraba is a great weapon."

"I... I am a normal player that slightly taller than the average person," Takami started once more, "I can't aviod the enemy's tackles, nor can I make a touchdown myself. By myself, I can't beat anyone," he said, "So I waited. And I kept waiting for someone that completed my height. I waited for that partner named Sakuraba Haruto, who would enable me so that I can become a top-class player. I've waited for six years."

Sakuraba silently cried and Sena, with that soft smile on his face, leaned against him, comforting the older man.

In the end, the entire group went off to climb Mt. Fuji, kicking a pebble in a zig-zag formation, Sena ran was in the front with one Shin Seijurou, followed by Sakuraba and the rest of the team.

This is a team, Mamo-nee. Are you proud of me?