[Fanfic] Eyeshield 21 - Star-Crossed 4
Title: Star-Crossed
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Eventual Hirumamo, no romance in this chapter
Author's Note: An intro to Sena's Contractor ability, a hint of something coming around the corner. I really can't go any faster than this *~* (piles up suspense more and more)
“Kobayakawa Sena sprinter extraordinaire coming throoouuuuugh!!”
A rush of wind followed this proclamation as the ‘extraordinaire’ zipped down the corridor, causing girls to squeal when their hair got messed up. From somewhere down the hall a teacher was yelling ‘No Running!!’ but by then Sena was out of earshot.
His claim certainly held water for less than fifteen seconds later he had arrived at the canteen. “Three... melon...” he panted; “... breads. Please.”
One minute later he was back on the roof of the four-storey building, delivering the melon breads at the foot of one very irate looking boy. The three bullies was miffed, but merely grunted and took the food. “And the soda?”
Sena’ mind raced. He was never asked to buy soda!
Noticing his look, the leader of the trio pulled a fierce frown. “Whaddaya mean you didn’t buy soda? You want me to choke? Oi!”
“Sorry!!” Sena was back down the stairs in a flash. He was already tired. The vending machine was near the canteen, it would be another sprint... unless...
He looked around. The corridor was deserted. The corridor three floors down was deserted. He focused on a spot near the opposite stairwell -
And in an instant he was there. His breath was still stuck, waiting for someone to scream...
But nobody did. Nobody saw him. With a relieved sigh he bolted down the last flight of stairs and came to a screeching halt in front of the vending machine. “Soda... soda...”
By the same tactic he made it up to the roof in record time, much to their displeasure. “Get the fuck outta my sight, twerp. And enjoy your last day.”
That’s right, Sena thought giddily. It’s the last day of the spring term, and soon it will be the summer holidays. He could afford to not think about school and bullies for awhile and the prospect of that was great. Not to mention he’d not have to use his ability!
Sena knew he was special. Ever since he could remember, he had this strange ability to move instantaneously to another place that he could see, no matter how far. It made him King of Hide-and-Seek, it saved his ass from being caught by bullies and gangsters countless times. Nevermind that after using the ability he’d have a headache. Since he was a sprinter, nobody guessed that he had a strange ability. People just assumed he was fast.
Sometimes he wondered why he was given such a power. Maybe it’s a gift? A curse? A test? Are there anybody out there like him, or is he all alone? He had learned that it was dangerous if people found out that he had a special power, so he had kept it a secret even to his parents.
“Sena!”
The end bell had just rung and he was about to leave when a fellow member of the American Football Club, Taimon ‘Monta’ Taro poked his head in the class. Among all the first years they were the smallest, but while Sena was lightning fast, Monta had the unnerring catching accuracy of a homing missile. “Ain’tcha goin’ to the clubhouse yet?”
“Ah, I’m going as soon as I finish wiping the blackboard,” Sena grinned and Monta nodded. “Here, I gotcha a soda,” He tossed a can to Sena, who shrieked.
Because while Monta could catch anything without fail, he could throw nothing.
As he thought, the soda can pitched at an impossible angle and flew throw a glass window with an omnious crash. For a moment both boys were struck dumb, until a furious roar from below made their hair stand on end.
“KORAAAA! WHO THREW A FUCKIN’ SODA CAN ON MY HEAD, DAMNIT!?”
“Hiiiee!!!” Sena quickly tossed the duster onto the table and picked up his bag. “Let’s get out of here, Monta! It’s those three bullies you hit!”
They hightailed it out of the building and made it to the American Football clubhouse in record time. “That was scary,” Monta gasped when they were in the relative safety of the small shed. Looking around, he scratched his head. “Looks like we’re early, Sena. No one’s here yet.”
“That’s okay, I thought we can watch that video that the seniors showed us,” He walked to a shelf containing row upon row of tapes. “What was it, again?”
“Umm, it was Taiyou-Deimon. Y’know, those surfer dudes from Kanagawa.”
“Right,” Sena selected the tape and began fiddling with the casette player. “Hey Monta, why are you in the American Football club? Weren’t you in baseball before?”
“Mmm...” Monta folded his arms and assumed a sagaic expression. “My love’s baseball, but the club just doesn’t work for me y’know? I’m a catching expert, but nobody appreciates it there. Then this Amefuto game got aired and I thought huaaaa those people cheerin’ for that receiver - appreciation MAX! So here I am.”
“What game was that?”
“Hmm... it was that Jerrypro guy, the one who advertises burgers... whatsisname...”
“Oh, Sakuraba?” Sena laughed. “How can you forget his name when all the girls in school are his fans?”
“I ain’t no fan of his,” Monta snorted. “Eh Sena, fast forward to the one where that guy catches the high pass.”
The two concentrate on the game, occasionally pointing out things that interested them. Looking back, Sena would remember it as the last peaceful evening he would have for a long, long time.
Arisaka Nemu frowned at the printout. Ninety-four stars showed activity in the past week; seventy-one of them being regulars. Two stars appeared and 2 fell.
Balanced. How ironic.
“Why are you laughing, Dr. Arisaka?” John sweat-dropped. His superior was pretty, but creepy. In addition to her pessimistic outlook on life, she had the most sinister laugh he had ever heard.
“Ehehe... ahaha...” Nemu tossed the printout aside and stared up at the large screen that took up the entire wall. The entirety of Japanese airspace was there, each star neatly labelled with their Messier codes; DX stars, AU stars, GM stars... Each time a new star appears it is assigned its wavelength and intensity is calculated and an appropriate Messier code is assigned. “10 GM stars,” She said aloud. “Out of all these stars, there are only 10 of them in our skies. We know only 2. Where do you think the other 8 are, John?”
“Beats me, that’s not my job.” John shrugged. “We’re not detectives, we’re astronomers. You should stop thinking about stuff like that.”
She pressed a control and two of the 10 GM stars zoomed in, showing their respective Contractors. “Matsuyama Hiro and Clifford D. Louis. One with the power ‘Puppeteer’ - to influence the moods of people around him, the other possessing the power of ‘Sense Stealer’ - to influence the mind and make people believe they’re experiencing something when they’re not. Y’know I’m beginning to think that the GM stars are different from the others because of the nature of their abilities.”
“Oh?” John was only half-listening.
“Puppeteer. Sense Stealing. Those are really powerful abilities. You can turn a Clark Kent into a Raging Hulk and make him rampage till he dies ‘coz you stole away his pain.”
John was paying attention now. “You know Matsuyama can’t use his ability as he likes; each time he does it he becomes suicidal. And Clifford’s ‘Sense Stealer’ forces him to break his own fingers as payback. Sure their abilities are awesome, but their remuneration are killers... literally.”
“Which is good. Without their remuneration to hold them back, they can take over the world; literally.” She zoomed out and stared at the GM stars shining, looking for all the world like harmless specks of light.
Nothing can be further from the truth.
“And four of them,” She narrowed her eyes; “Are passive stars. I wonder if they even realize that they are Contractors, John?”
The eight unknown stars winked back at her, taunting.
Fandom: Eyeshield 21
Characters: Eventual Hirumamo, no romance in this chapter
Author's Note: An intro to Sena's Contractor ability, a hint of something coming around the corner. I really can't go any faster than this *~* (piles up suspense more and more)
“Kobayakawa Sena sprinter extraordinaire coming throoouuuuugh!!”
A rush of wind followed this proclamation as the ‘extraordinaire’ zipped down the corridor, causing girls to squeal when their hair got messed up. From somewhere down the hall a teacher was yelling ‘No Running!!’ but by then Sena was out of earshot.
His claim certainly held water for less than fifteen seconds later he had arrived at the canteen. “Three... melon...” he panted; “... breads. Please.”
One minute later he was back on the roof of the four-storey building, delivering the melon breads at the foot of one very irate looking boy. The three bullies was miffed, but merely grunted and took the food. “And the soda?”
Sena’ mind raced. He was never asked to buy soda!
Noticing his look, the leader of the trio pulled a fierce frown. “Whaddaya mean you didn’t buy soda? You want me to choke? Oi!”
“Sorry!!” Sena was back down the stairs in a flash. He was already tired. The vending machine was near the canteen, it would be another sprint... unless...
He looked around. The corridor was deserted. The corridor three floors down was deserted. He focused on a spot near the opposite stairwell -
And in an instant he was there. His breath was still stuck, waiting for someone to scream...
But nobody did. Nobody saw him. With a relieved sigh he bolted down the last flight of stairs and came to a screeching halt in front of the vending machine. “Soda... soda...”
By the same tactic he made it up to the roof in record time, much to their displeasure. “Get the fuck outta my sight, twerp. And enjoy your last day.”
That’s right, Sena thought giddily. It’s the last day of the spring term, and soon it will be the summer holidays. He could afford to not think about school and bullies for awhile and the prospect of that was great. Not to mention he’d not have to use his ability!
Sena knew he was special. Ever since he could remember, he had this strange ability to move instantaneously to another place that he could see, no matter how far. It made him King of Hide-and-Seek, it saved his ass from being caught by bullies and gangsters countless times. Nevermind that after using the ability he’d have a headache. Since he was a sprinter, nobody guessed that he had a strange ability. People just assumed he was fast.
Sometimes he wondered why he was given such a power. Maybe it’s a gift? A curse? A test? Are there anybody out there like him, or is he all alone? He had learned that it was dangerous if people found out that he had a special power, so he had kept it a secret even to his parents.
“Sena!”
The end bell had just rung and he was about to leave when a fellow member of the American Football Club, Taimon ‘Monta’ Taro poked his head in the class. Among all the first years they were the smallest, but while Sena was lightning fast, Monta had the unnerring catching accuracy of a homing missile. “Ain’tcha goin’ to the clubhouse yet?”
“Ah, I’m going as soon as I finish wiping the blackboard,” Sena grinned and Monta nodded. “Here, I gotcha a soda,” He tossed a can to Sena, who shrieked.
Because while Monta could catch anything without fail, he could throw nothing.
As he thought, the soda can pitched at an impossible angle and flew throw a glass window with an omnious crash. For a moment both boys were struck dumb, until a furious roar from below made their hair stand on end.
“KORAAAA! WHO THREW A FUCKIN’ SODA CAN ON MY HEAD, DAMNIT!?”
“Hiiiee!!!” Sena quickly tossed the duster onto the table and picked up his bag. “Let’s get out of here, Monta! It’s those three bullies you hit!”
They hightailed it out of the building and made it to the American Football clubhouse in record time. “That was scary,” Monta gasped when they were in the relative safety of the small shed. Looking around, he scratched his head. “Looks like we’re early, Sena. No one’s here yet.”
“That’s okay, I thought we can watch that video that the seniors showed us,” He walked to a shelf containing row upon row of tapes. “What was it, again?”
“Umm, it was Taiyou-Deimon. Y’know, those surfer dudes from Kanagawa.”
“Right,” Sena selected the tape and began fiddling with the casette player. “Hey Monta, why are you in the American Football club? Weren’t you in baseball before?”
“Mmm...” Monta folded his arms and assumed a sagaic expression. “My love’s baseball, but the club just doesn’t work for me y’know? I’m a catching expert, but nobody appreciates it there. Then this Amefuto game got aired and I thought huaaaa those people cheerin’ for that receiver - appreciation MAX! So here I am.”
“What game was that?”
“Hmm... it was that Jerrypro guy, the one who advertises burgers... whatsisname...”
“Oh, Sakuraba?” Sena laughed. “How can you forget his name when all the girls in school are his fans?”
“I ain’t no fan of his,” Monta snorted. “Eh Sena, fast forward to the one where that guy catches the high pass.”
The two concentrate on the game, occasionally pointing out things that interested them. Looking back, Sena would remember it as the last peaceful evening he would have for a long, long time.
Arisaka Nemu frowned at the printout. Ninety-four stars showed activity in the past week; seventy-one of them being regulars. Two stars appeared and 2 fell.
Balanced. How ironic.
“Why are you laughing, Dr. Arisaka?” John sweat-dropped. His superior was pretty, but creepy. In addition to her pessimistic outlook on life, she had the most sinister laugh he had ever heard.
“Ehehe... ahaha...” Nemu tossed the printout aside and stared up at the large screen that took up the entire wall. The entirety of Japanese airspace was there, each star neatly labelled with their Messier codes; DX stars, AU stars, GM stars... Each time a new star appears it is assigned its wavelength and intensity is calculated and an appropriate Messier code is assigned. “10 GM stars,” She said aloud. “Out of all these stars, there are only 10 of them in our skies. We know only 2. Where do you think the other 8 are, John?”
“Beats me, that’s not my job.” John shrugged. “We’re not detectives, we’re astronomers. You should stop thinking about stuff like that.”
She pressed a control and two of the 10 GM stars zoomed in, showing their respective Contractors. “Matsuyama Hiro and Clifford D. Louis. One with the power ‘Puppeteer’ - to influence the moods of people around him, the other possessing the power of ‘Sense Stealer’ - to influence the mind and make people believe they’re experiencing something when they’re not. Y’know I’m beginning to think that the GM stars are different from the others because of the nature of their abilities.”
“Oh?” John was only half-listening.
“Puppeteer. Sense Stealing. Those are really powerful abilities. You can turn a Clark Kent into a Raging Hulk and make him rampage till he dies ‘coz you stole away his pain.”
John was paying attention now. “You know Matsuyama can’t use his ability as he likes; each time he does it he becomes suicidal. And Clifford’s ‘Sense Stealer’ forces him to break his own fingers as payback. Sure their abilities are awesome, but their remuneration are killers... literally.”
“Which is good. Without their remuneration to hold them back, they can take over the world; literally.” She zoomed out and stared at the GM stars shining, looking for all the world like harmless specks of light.
Nothing can be further from the truth.
“And four of them,” She narrowed her eyes; “Are passive stars. I wonder if they even realize that they are Contractors, John?”
The eight unknown stars winked back at her, taunting.