Eyeshield 21 moments

Deimon's Battle cry before every match.
















Yukimitsu Manabu.
Signals to Hiruma when he wanted to play.














Pre-death march.

His team mates learned of his identity.

Christmas Bowl.

Match with Teikoku Gakuen.

Declaration to his Rival Senjurou Shin.

After Graduation.

Boringly Average.

That's what my whole existence is.

I'm already at my last year of high school.

Figured.

All I could ever bother about are the endless exams and preparations for college.

Not that I ever wanted to.

I don't.

But a girl like me, what am I supposed to do after graduation?

An option is to work my ass off - hell yeah. Yeah right.

Another one is live like a parasite - if you knew my parents, it's probably not a good idea.

Suicide is one thing - who would? And why would I?

Boredom?

My only option, of course, would be college.

Unless I found someone to marry me.

Preferably someone rich, but any man can honestly do.

As long as I don't have to work.

I'm one lazy ass, as you'd probably noticed.

So then on, one day, I was walking to school like any other day.

Minding my own business, thinking about these stuff when I almost died.

That's right, I almost died when some moron was walking like a drunk asshole in the road.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, the moron nearly collided with the ongoing car that was obviously driven by another drunk bastard.

How did I almost die by saving the bastard?

I was on the other side of the road and the only way to save the bastard was to push him, so the car ended up nearly hitting me, who was just trying to help.

The end product?

I got an arm injury ending up in some cast.

Great.

"Uh, Miss braids!"

I heard someone call.

I turned around. It was the drunk asshole bastard.

I waited for him to catch up.

He's wearing a suit. He looks about mid-twenties.

If not for my earlier prejudice against him I would have found him good-looking.

But right now, I'm pissed.

Well?

He was catching his breath.

Taking his time.

I'm freaking pissed.

"I want to apologize to what happened earlier and of course to offer you my thanks."

"No problem."

I turned to leave before I give this guy a piece of my mind.

"Huh?"

"I said, it's no problem. Any sane person would've done the same thing. You don't have to offer any thanks. I appreciate the thought anyway."

I was really really pissed. One more push and he's gonna get it -

"A-are you sure, that's i--?"

"Look. I'm trying to be nice here so bear with me. No, listen. First, next time, go to work with your hangover washed out I don't freaking care about your stupid problems. Second, when somebody says it's 'all right and I appreciate the thought', it might be a little better to leave that person be, since that person might be feeling a little murderous about something - like being bothered for instance. No, maybe I'm pissed because you are acting like a flirt and flirts make me want to hurl, then die on some freaking corner. I'm not saying that all people are like that but please -- what are you laughing at?"

He was obviously suppressing his laughter.

"I… haha… sorry… haha… it's just… t-that… haha…"

It took a while before he could actually talk straight.

"I'll really treat you as a token of my appreciation. Come on."

I realized I wasn't that pissed anymore since I probably released all that anger through that monologue, and so, agreed to his proposal.

He wasn't such an ass as I thought he would be.

For someone like me, he was very considerate.

Apparently, he got tangled into a staff night out.

Honestly, adults should be more responsible with their life.

Look at me, I'm talking about that.

He treated me to ramen in some shop downtown, it was convenient for me since I lived a couple of blocks from here.

"What do you do anyway?"

"I work for my father."

"As what?"

"Let's just say, I do paperwork all the time."

"Boring."

"You, what do you plan to do after graduation? College?"

"My parents want to."

But in reality I don't know what to do.

No. I already know what to do.

I'm just embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"But what do you want?"

Is he seriously asking that?

"It's a secret."

The next time I saw him again, my arm was already healed.

I was going home with a scowl, pouting mentally and silently cursing my homeroom adviser.

She didn't have to rub it in.

I don't mean to brag or anything, but my grades were really far from average.

It wasn't an understatement to say that because I'm currently ranked third from the whole year.

It's just that I don't really care about my grades THAT much.

I mean, I study for exams because I've got nothing to do.

In fact, I've done nothing but study on my free times because I was so freaking bored.

So now, here I was walking home with an armload of college application forms and brochures, like hell do I need these things.

Maybe I'll let my parents choose.

Maybe I'll just be a parasite.

Maybe I'll go on and apply for some lame job that doesn't need a college diploma.

Or maybe I'll take suicide.

"Miss braid?"

It was the drunk asshole.

Maybe I should start calling him by some other name, you know, more decent than what I was secretly calling him.

He treated me to ramen in that same shop.

Since I was the one looking so sulky, he listened to my complaints.

"You are one bored little fellow."

Little?

"So?"

"Have you ever thought about what you really wanted?"

Yes. I'm really just embarrassed to admit what it is out loud.

"How about you, is what you're doing the thing you really want?"

I decided to divert the whole attention from me.

I never realized it could work, dramatically.

He was silent.

It was the gravest moment in my life, waiting for his answer.

"Maybe I took a wrong turn somewhere because what I am having was something I didn't think I could ever want."

"That's stupid."

He looked at me, surprised at my remark.

"I mean, if you took a wrong turn, what's there to be hesitant about? You're still young aren't you? How is it that it's too late? Work hard to make it happen, things won't proceed with you just thinking where in the world did you make that wrong turn. That's just plain moronic."

I took my time drinking from my ramen bowl when I realized what I just did.

"You never fails to surprise me."

"I never intended to."

"Are you sure you don't really want to tell me what you want?"

"Are you for real?"

He became a frequent stranger who came into my life.

As time goes by, with all the talks between bowls of ramen.

We talk about life, our views and thoughts about certain things.

Most of the time, he just listens.

He seems mesmerized with the words coming out of my mouth like it was some sort of wisdom.

I'm just stating facts though.

And as the time progressed, we, the nameless strangers, I mean, I, probably did the most sinful thing that could break this current relationship.

I fell in love. Hard.

Being the impatient being that I was, I confessed to him.

He was apparently surprised.

"Why?"

"What a stupid question."

I was being myself as always. My sarcastic and uncaring-to-what-other-people-thinks self.

He was quiet and I noticed his uneasiness.

It's over.

I felt a pang of deep regret to what I just did.

When it seems that he wasn't answering, I decided to stop his agony.

"I'm sorry. I seemed to have caused you some disturbance."

I stood up and tried to smile at him,

"Goodbye, it's been nice seeing you. Thank you."

I never even looked back, at least I didn't want him to see I had a heart.

And that I was crying my eyes out for some drunk asshole who I never even asked the name.

When I told my parents what I really wanted to do, they weren't the slightest surprised.

No. I was actually.

"We knew."

Really?

"You were never happy when receiving awards for your good standing in class."

Figures. They really are my parents.

I told them I'd work. Until such time that my 'requirement' would appear from nowhere.

At least, I'm still hoping I'd meet the asshole but to no avail.

I still eat at the ramen stand though.

But on times I knew he wouldn't go there.

Even if I had to cut classes.

Graduation came.

Goodbyes.

Tears.

Freedom.

And my ever heartbroken homeroom adviser crying her eyes out at me while looking disappointedly upon a handful of scholarship offerings I blatantly turned down without even opening my ears to what they had to say.

"You. I gave you those opportunities and you just threw them away? Do you have any idea how much trouble I had to go through?"

"Who told you to, stupid?"

I turned around when I realized who talked.

"I already quit my job. Er, just now in fact."

"What are you going to do now?"

He was a teacher from my school.

"I'll study medicine. Be a doctor. You? What is it that you really want?"

I went over. Kissed him on his lips.

How unfair was it that people never seemed to be surprise at the things I do?

"Then? What is it?"

"Marry me."

I secretly triumphed at his reaction.

He was obviously surprised.

"You're really sneaky, you know that?"

And in a much lower voice he whispered before giving me another kiss,

"I love you too."

Notes:

Somewhat like a draft.

Feels like I wanted to post it here.

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