Hi everyone! Yup it's me – hope you been enjoying this series so far… I don't have much to say but enjoy, have fun and don't judge please.
Also I did get some of the idea's from F.A Starhawk's work ( I am so sorry please seriously don't hurt me.) though it has been adapted to fit my story the idea was hers and yeah.. Which part was the idea I stole? Just read her works and you will figure it out.
Anyway just saying I don't own Eyeshield 21 (because if I did it would still be ongoing and there would be more fan service opportunities ;P)
Once again- ENJOY COMMENT LIKE ETC
Quickly as ordered Sena got changed not wanting to incur anymore of the blonde's sadistic wrath. The clothes were tight fitting and shoes were heavy to restrict movement, Sena was always forced to wear this when lightly punished as it results in using more strength to maintain his usual speed. It wouldn't be so bad if the end appearance weren't so embarrassing.
As the thief re-entered the arena he found himself shrinking in pure embarrassment at the open mouthed blushing gazes at the male students who happened to look his way.
There he was in a sexy cropped vest that teases, his slim feminine form with silver detailing throughout further highlighting his torso and exposed mid rift. He also wore matching black leather shorts which to his dismay exposed his shapely legs and to complete the look he had large heavy black steampunk type boots with heavy silver chains decorating it.
Quickly he sprinted back to Hiruma's side though he winced at the newfound weight and tightness of his clothing very aware of how slow he had gotten because of it what he wasn't aware of was how revealingly tight it was to other people. The piercing green eyes looked up and down the thief's body as he came into view in some sort of approval. "Kekeke it looks good on you fucking chibi."
Sena pouted adorably.
The two broke out of their conversation as Doburoku who finally got tired of waiting stood back up announcing the rules of the short range exam. "Ok listen up brats I'm going to make this short and simple." The ex knight paused for effect eyeing the crowd to make sure they were paying attention. "The knife wielder will hold paintbrushes soaked with red paint and the knife thrower will have delicate paint balloons- because apparently using real knives for an entry exam is considered ethically wrong."
Hiruma snorted 'Fucking wusses.'
"Two pairs will face off each other, the aim is to protect two amulets given to each pair in the set amount of time or to steal the opponent's. If you get marked by the paint in what we consider a 'vital region' the player marked will be considered dead and will stand out for the round."
As he continued to read out the list of people to verse each other the blond leaned close to the fast teens ear. Unused to the close proximity between the demon's mouth and his ear Sena fidgeted uncomfortably yet for some strange reason he didn't exactly hate it. Well until the devilish teen began to talk at least. "If you so much as get one fucking speck of paint on your fucking new clothes, I will fucking end your life."
'Hiiieeee!'
As the two finally got called out up to their allocated stage (in order to speed things up 4 groups will start at once and use up a quarter of the area.) Sena shuddered still recovering from the threat. He gulped as he readied himself gripping his paintbrush tightly in his hand while making sure the amulet was properly around his neck.
The dark aura exuding behind him was more than enough to motivate the teen.
Hiruma narrowed his eyes sizing up their opponents. It only took around half a second for him to analyze the situation with a calm mind only to sigh. 'Those fucking rich brats are complete noobs, so much for putting on a fucking show to look like the underdogs in this test.' However as he caught sight of one of the said snobs carelessly holding his paint filled weapon with an air of condescension the blond gave a smirk causing everyone in a ten-foot radius to visibly shudder. 'Well if they are that fucking weak we should be nice enough to fucking put them in their place.'
The bell rang signaling the start of the first round in which Hiruma just had to respond by whipping out of a gun and shooting at the air "YA-HA! GO FUCKIN CHIBI!" While almost everyone else flinched at the sharp bang of the gun and others dazed wondered where the hell did it come from, Sena through pure reflex ran at top speed toward the shocked opponents though a little slower than he wanted because of his attire. Doburoku's eyes widened 'I knew he was fast but I didn't think he would so far past my expectations.' He thought shocked.
In just a few seconds the thief was face to chest with the other teens, with his quick precise hands molded through years of training he snatched away the amulets before the opponents could even blink and swiftly he raised his paint brush and slashed red onto the rich duos silk shirts, quickly running off before they could groan in dismay.
The brunette chuckled at those teens shocked faces 'Man if Agon saw me now I wonder what he would think..'
Flashback
"Hey, you hold him down then." Daiba ordered, apparently very angry as he found out of Sena their gopher had try to take some of the food share. The small boy whimpered in weak protest "but I was the one who got most of the food! Why can't I have any?!" He was silenced but the intimidating older boys that surrounded him.
The first punch was an uppercut to his jaw that caused Sena to see white for a second, Sena could feel blood starting to dribble out of his cut lip, the next was to his gut and Sena let out a scream that was muffled by Mamoru's - the second leader of the group - hand clamping down over his mouth.
The brunette had to shut his brown eyes tight waiting for the finishing blow- he was already weak from hunger so he wouldn't be surprised if the next blow was his last, and then...
Nothing happened.
Seven-year-old Sena slowly opened one teary eye and stared in shock at the reason for the sudden silence.
There was a strange older looking boy with bleached white hair - not like Riku nii san's it was short and more ruffle-y instead -glaring daggers at the kids around him. Mamoru's grip on Sena weakened so much under the intense glare that Sena fell right out of his arms, hitting the concrete with a pained cry.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to do as that got the kid moving because without further adieu and with a soul-chilling smile he grabbed onto Daiba's jacket and pulled him right up against his incoming fist.
Sena couldn't see from his face down position on the ground, but he heard a lot of hysterical shouting, crying and the running or dragging of feet, shared by the sound of fists hitting flesh and groans of pain.
If there was any feeling left in his body, he would have tried to tell the boy to stop now before his former tormentors died, but every time he began to even movie his lips the brunette would feel short sharp icy chills of mind numbing pain through out his body.
When he heard the last of a series of muffled thumps, which he supposed were their bodies hitting the ground his ears picked up the sound of the strange rough boy's (expensive looking) shoes moving towards him.
"Damn. I thought at least trash from the street could take a little stress relief from me. Guess trash is all the same everywhere." He squatted down to stare at the weak small brunette. "Hey, you still alive or can I just leave?"
Sena, using what seemed to be all of his strength, turned his head to look at his savior with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster causing the other boy to let out a sigh.
"What's the point of being as fast as you are if you don't use your speed properly in these situations, idiot." Sena began to make a sound of protest (though a little part of him wondered how he knew of his speed), which the boy seemingly understood. "God. It don't matter how many of them there are, trash is still trash and you're fucking fast enough to not get caught, you just need to learn to be constant in your fucking speed, learn to use it effectively or some shit."
Though at first the strange guy seemed frightening not to mention arrogant he was being oddly nice, criticism aside, maybe it was because Sena looked absolutely pathetic and deep down he really was a nice person?
(Future Sena scoffs at his past thoughts- 'Nice person my ass.')
As the rough teen was about to get up and leave the injured boy's eyes widened and not really knowing himself he grabbed something- anything of the other's items with his quick hands to get his attention. The bleached hair boy turned in almost inhuman speed to see the small brunette on the ground with determined eyes and his gold wristwatch. "Teach me." His eyes shimmering like golden brown flames.
The elder of the two looked mesmerized by those eyes and though he would probably never admit it; was a little impressed. However quickly he responded with a harsh snarl "No fucking way - it was your fault those pieces of trash were able to do this."
Sena didn't waver- he was too tired to, he tried to stand back on his weak feet to show his determination but failed collapsing with a crumpled *thump* back on the ground. The other kid frowned at the mess and for the second time that day he decided to actually help the weak trash.
"So, which place hurts the most?" He asked in a fairly uncaring manner, but the brunette ignored the tone grateful that the guy hadn't beat him up for stealing his watch and moved his hand to his torso. The bleached hair kid cursed under his breath. "Alright, I'll help you about, but this never happened, got it?" Sena nodded with a faint smile gracing his tired face.
"Alright, take off your shirt, I've gotta check your ribs- god it's friggin winter now why don't you have more layers like other normal people?!" The older boy muttered angrily though the small thief noticed the scary kid was shooting him some well-disguised concerned looks. Sena slowly pulled up his shirt, wincing slightly when he felt a twinge of pain from the action. The older kid pressed his hand along the spot where a bruise was starting to form while making excuses for his actions. "I'm only doing this because you're obviously better than that trash that cornered you."
Sena winced at the pressure, but kept quiet, silently feeling the guy's excuse were becoming less and less believing.
"Hmph well you haven't broken anything- figures trash can't even properly punch but they did leave some bruising nothing serious."
As the brunette began to thank him he realized he didn't know his saviors name. "Agon. Eight years old" Was all he replied gruffly though the thief could easily see a slight tinge of red on the other boy's face. Ignoring the pain the small teen gave a big smile "I'm Sena- Seven years old."
After a few minutes of inspection by Doctor Agon, Sena shyly handed back the watch he realized he was still holding. "Don't bother." The bleach haired boy growled as he turned to leave. Though it was a little lower and softer the thief could hear him mutter "I'll get it back next time... trash." And with a big smile waved Agon off.
End of Flashback
Suddenly Sena snapped out of his memories as he felt a sharp pain on his back. He could recognize the action instantly as a sign of praise from the blond - though he really wish the teen would just stop using kicking as a form of praise altogether. He looked around at his surroundings only to see the crowd staring open eyed and mouthed at him. The brunette suddenly feeling very shy under the wondering gazes gave a slight bow and ran off to Hiruma.
A small silence filled the area only to be broken by the ex-knight- "H-Hiruma and Sena passed the test. Next group comes up."
Sena watched as the rest of the groups began their short-range exam absentmindedly. Honestly he was more than curious to see what sort of exam is for creativity and was a little impatient that everyone was taking their sweet time to steal the amulets.
Finally they reached the end of the exam where many individuals were gasping from exhaustion, unused to the physical effort. The trainer just smirked at all the worn out recruits - they all start like this after all. "Oi lazy daddy's boys! Move out and follow me- we are starting the next exam." A huge groan echoed around the group as the trudged behind the short drunkard.
After walking some time Doburoku stops at a large door of stainless steel intricately carved with a strange pattern. The ex-knight gestured dramatically with a mysterious grin "This... Is where your next exam lies."