Disclaimer: The Eyeshield 21 manga and anime series do not belong to me

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

Chapter 1: A Strange Dream

"Wait! This guy is..."

"Kukuku, none of you trashes is able to touch that speed..."

"Kekeke, the name of this guy.."

"The title of the best runner of this era..."

The grin of a Devil Bat. YA – HA!

"Eyeshield 21!"

BEEP!

"Gah!"

With the sudden blaring of an alarm clock, one Sena Kobayakawa rolled out of bed onto the floor in a huddle of blankets and shock. Wide brown eyes appeared from underneath a blue sheet and stared into space. What the? He was supposed to be at Enma university playing his first match of the term. Hiruma-san, Musashi-san, Shin-san, everybody had come to watch him. He was finally able to play with Monta-kun and Kurita-kun again after going to Notre Dame, Riku-niisan, Kotaro-kun, Mizumachi-kun and Unsui-kun were also on his time and he was just about to...

Brown eyes finally caught sight of a mirror, of the figure sprawled across the bedroom floor...the definitely feminine figure. Long brown locks, messy from sleep fell down her back and face, soft full lips were pulled back in an expression of horror as eyes caught sight of two fairly noticeable bumps on his...her torso. This was not the body of an 18 year old male running back this was the body of a teenage girl.

"What the-!"

"Sena-chan, what's the matter? We heard a bump, are you hurt?"

The concerned voice of Mihae Kobayakawa pierced through the confusion, and Sena blinked before stuttering out:

"N-N-No K-Kaa-chan, I-I just fell out of bed. T-The alarm shocked me, that's all."

There was a slight pause and then.

"OK, well breakfast in 10 minutes."

"I-I'll b-be down soon." Two shaking hands reached up to the now empty bed and she pushed herself off the floor, back now to the mirror. She flexed her fingers, her hands were soft, slim, not the stronger, slightly worn hands that had carried an American football over the goal line countless of times. What had she been thinking?

Her name was Sena Kobayakawa and she was a 14 year old middle school student who had never joined a single club in her life. Sure she could run fast but that was only because of Riku-niisan. It had just been a weird dream, that was all.

She looked back at the mirror. She was short and slim, her hair dropped to just above her waist when it was let down, her eyes were slightly too big for her face and often wide in shock, surprise, or fear. Her body was still pretty straight and flat though lately she had started to get growing pains, her mum had said she was a late bloomer too so... She actually caught herself blushing thinking about her own body.

"Stop being silly. It was just a dream. You've been a girl for your whole life."

It was a dream full of scary dream-people who wanted to pin her to the ground. She'd probably forget it in tow minutes like with a normal dream.

Still...she could see them all clearly; team-mates, rivals, friends of this boy-Sena. She could picture all of their faces: Hiruma, Kurita, Monta, Jumonji, Kuroki, Togano, Yukimitsu, Komusubi, Taki, Musashi, Suzuna, and Doburoku-sensei. The Deimon Devil Bats. Others too appeared in her head: Shin, Sakuraba, Akaba, Yamato, Taka, Agon, Unsui, Ikkyu, Panther, Kakei, Koutaro, Mizumachi, Marco, Gaou,Kid, Tetsuma, and others. Faces she had never seen before, but faces she knew and could name, faces, people that he had met.

This was ridiculous, they probably weren't even real...yet she had seen Mamori-neechan and Riku-niisan there. She had run against Riku-niisan and he...she had won.

That feeling, that triumph and others like it, she could almost taste it. She could remember how strong he had felt, she could remember the freedom, the excitement of playing against the best of Japan. The way her..his legs would feel, straining to the very edge of their endurance and speed so she could just get out of reach, just get past them. The pain of the death march, the glory of the tournament win, the Christmas bowl, and the fight against America. It had all happened to him, Sena Kobayakawa Eyeshield 21

But she wasn't Eyeshield 21. She was a fast gopher for bullies she didn't want to get hurt by. Mamori-neechan would never let her play such a dangerous sport. Shaking her head she looked at the clock, 5 minutes until breakfast.

With an eep she dove into her wardrobe and changed into her uniform. For a second she almost expected to find the green jacket and tie of Deimon high school, before reality sunk in and she went down for breakfast. Eating her breakfast in silence, apart from hmming at a question from her father, her mind was a jumble of scenes and feelings. Things that she had never seen. It was almost like the memories of that Sena, the Sena that was Eyeshield 21, had been downloaded into her head and she couldn't stop watching.

Part of her wanted it to be a dream. Just a vivid dream that her imagination had made up and added people that she knew, a dream world where she wasn't as useless or wimpy as she was here. Though to be fair the boy-Sena hadn't exactly been a tough guy either...but that was because she was really a girl and her imagination hadn't been able to change her too much or it would have felt wrong.

But another part said no. Another part wanted it to be real. Another part told her it could happen. Another part wanted it to be true. She had to know.

"OK, I'm going to leave now." She grabbed her bag and headed for the door.

"B-But Sena, school doesn't start for another hour." Her mother said, glancing at the half-eaten breakfast her daughter had left.

"I know I just want...an early morning jog to wake me up a bit." Sena hoped her smile was convincing enough for her parents because it felt very fake on her face. Luckily her mum seemed to buy it and beamed at her.

"OK, enjoy your run, but be careful not to go into any bad areas. I know its morning but you never know.)

"I'll be careful kaa-chan. Bye tou-san." She waved at her father before nearly sprinting out the door.

Mihae turned to Shuuma and shook her head.

"Sena seemed awfully distracted this morning, I wonder what's the matter?" Shuuma shrugged his shoulders.

"You know teenagers, maybe she's just tired. She has to take her entrance exams soon, maybe she's just stressing a little." Mihae half-nodded and then her eyes went very wide and slightly starry.

"Or maybe she's finally found a boyfriend! Oh, I knew it would happen one day!" The cup of coffee froze in mid-air, halfway on its journey to his mouth, as Shuuma stared at his wife with a mixture of horror, fatherly shock, and disbelief.

Sena ran. She knew exactly where to go, even though she'd never been there before. The route was burned into her mind because he had run it countless of times. Unconsciously her legs started to push her faster, as if they wanted to reclaim that feeling, the speed of light. Her hands clenched, holding something, missing something, and her head began to throb. Dull spasms of pain along with short bursts of images, sounds, and emotions.

But, she needed to know.

Her legs (golden legs) pushed on, they hurt a little bit. She wasn't used to running this fast for extended periods of time, her endurance was awful. She could almost here a voice in her ear.

"Kekeke, you better run faster fucking shrimp, your stamina's worse than a fucking worms!" Followed by an enthusiastic round of bullets been fired, and the ominous howl of cerberos at her heels.

Unknown to her a small grin slipped across her face, and she continued to run, the ache burned, but she ran.

Houses, paths, people, they all passed her by. Some turned to see the thing that had blurred past them in a second or two but it had already gone.

Finally it came into view, Deimon High School. It was nearly empty, not going to open for a good half hour. The entrance was devoid of anyone.

But, two certain students may have come early for morning practice. Two students whose faces she could see crystal clear in her mind. Two people she'd never met before, two people she weren't sure even existed. Two American foo-

"Get a move on you fucking fatass!"

"But Hiruma.."

Every muscle in her body froze. The voices were the same. Almost afraid to, she looked down onto the training field. And there they were.

Kurita Ryoukan: The number one in power, lineman

Hiruma Youichi: Commander from hell, quarterback

Currently the only members of the Deimon Devil Bats, founded by those two and Gen "Musashi" Takekura. There was a TV set in a classroom with three names and a promise. The Christmas Bowl.

They were real. That meant...

Someone was staring at them. Not at the fucking fatass, not at him, at them. He'd developed the ability to tell when someone was watching him, in case one of his slaves or enemies tried to do something stupid, and he could feel this stare weighing down on his back. Strangely, it didn't make his skin crawl.

Semi-paying attention the fatass's moan about members, again, he focused on the stare. It wasn't a glare, he'd received plenty of those, thankfully it wasn't one of those fucking disgusting loving stares that some of the more idiotic girls at Deimon sometimes gave him. It wasn't a blank uninterested stare of someone who was wondering what the two of them were doing. It definitely wasn't the fucking old man either, though bizzarly it felt familiar.

This was someone unknown, someone who would most likely bolt the second he turned around. Damn. Who was it? It wasn't going to be another team, unless the fucking dreads had come, round in which case he'd have to force the principal to cover the ensuing damage to the school grounds and student body.

It wasn't aggressive or hostile, he didn't feel threatened, well he never felt threatened but that wasn't the point. The gaze didn't feel timid or frightened either like the ones his "fellow students" gave him, so they had a backbone at least, already more interesting than ninety percent of the idiots here. The fatass hadn't noticed at all, still moaning about team-mates, which they would get soon he already had a plan for New Year, so he left him to his training and picked up the ball. The fucking piece of wood, Rice-kun, was across from him and he got into a position to throw. Narrowing his eyes at the distance he felt the stare lock solely on him.

Who the fuck was staring at him?

For a second his eyes flicked over to the school windows, which were just reflective enough to make out the figure staring down at them. A girl, fucking great, but why was she-

Sena bolted. She'd felt those eyes on her before, well the boy-her had and urgh! She needed to get away. Swinging her bag round her shoulders she headed off for her school.

It couldn't have been just a dream. Kurita-san, and Hiruma-san were real, they played American football and she'd even seen Rice-kun!

Letting her body move in auto-pilot she retreated into her head, trusting her legs to carry her forward and hopefully not into some poor pedestrian.

'I have seen two people from my dream in reality.'

'I felt like I knew them, that they were my team-mates, I know their character and personality.'

'I recognised Hiruma-san's pass, he's thrown so many to Monta-kun before...'

'I think that my dream was real, or at least partly so.'

'I wanted to join them.'

Sadly, Sena's luck has never been that good, no matter what universe she's in, and while she could trust her body and legs to run, she could trust them to dodge, yet.

"Ooph!"

Suddenly jolted back to reality, she found herself falling to the ground. She knew how to stop, she knew how to land safely on the ground, the memory and knowledge where there in her head, but her body didn't know yet. Falling face first onto a concrete path was going to hurt so much.

If you were faster and stronger this wouldn't have happened, fucking shrimp!

She really did not want a Hiruma voice in her head, her sanity was already near breaking point. Anyway back to the falling. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the coming pain. Mamori-neechan was going to attach a tracker to her after this.

Arms encircled her waist and with a surge of strength she was lifted back on her feet. Airborne for a second she felt her feet touch the ground again, no face plant today it would seem. Blinking, once she looked up only to nearly faint at the sight of exactly who had caught her.

AN: Hello, and welcome to my first ES21 fan fiction. It's essentially a very odd time travel sort of thing. At the moment I have to prepare for my exams but this plot bunny bit me and I couldn't let it go. I'm trying really hard to not make people OCC but some of them (Hiruma) are very difficult to write and I really don't want to ruin him. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going to go with it, but I think it'll be very fun to write and, I hope, to read as well. Regarding romance for the moment its fairly open but I'm leaning towards SenaXHarem, but I'm open to suggestions. I hope you enjoyed it and I'll try and update soon.