Happy New Year! Turns out I can't hold my promise to those within the GMT+ 8:oo time zone, I missed it for about 2 hours now, at least in Singapore time. Anyway, here is the rewrite of Disappearance of Eyeshield 21. I wish to apologise for the extreme lack of activity, and would like you to note that this story would have large amounts of time skips. This would be either stated in the story itself, or would be stated in the author's note. Generally it would be about 2 years per chapter, at least until chapter 3 and onwards. I myself dislike time skips but it is a must.

With all the boring stuff done, enjoy~

Eyeshield 21 does not belong to me.

The lean figure looked vulnerable as he leaned over himself, sighing in exasperation. His signature helmet laid by his side, revealing upon youthful features tired chocolate eyes well beyond the figure's 16 years. The green glass glinted in the light as the running-back exhaled quietly.

But in the ringing silence of the uninhibited dressing room, the breath was loud as thunder.

Tring!

He flinched as the ring tone sliced through the hush of the room. Trembling fingers laced around the vibrating metal body, the Deimon Devil Bat chain brushing against the bony wrist. He watched it swing to the sides for a few suffocating moments, but nibbled on his lower lip and wrenched his eyes away from the chain.

Flipping the mobile open with a flick of his thumb, his eyes scanned the message with resigned irises. Weary sepia closed as he pocketed the device, back leaning back to rest against the wall, his American Football uniform heavy upon his small shoulders.

He closed his eyes, letting the quiet envelope him in a cruel hug, before he gave a low echoing chuckle. A melancholic smile graced the sophomore's features as he covered his eyes with a gloved hand.

He didn't want to leave.

The thought reverberated through his head. His eyes stung against the cloth as he pursed his lips tightly, fighting against the trembling that wracked through his slender body.

But he had to. He didn't belong, not here… He wasn't who he said he was, he had to go back, to go back to the place he was raised to call home.

He had to go back because he had failed, and his…family…they were upset.

The message replayed through his mind, the words written in the nostalgic manner of Britain's tongue, the words he had learnt to call his native language.

From: Mom

To: Sena

Subject: Home

My dear boy, as it seems, your granddad has been taken ill and we must leave for Britain to take care of him. You will be transferring out of Japan, and will be taking lessons in England. So hurry up and come home okay? We will be leaving soon.

He knew that the message was not from his mother, for he had no parents. It was the people he called his family, and if they asked him to go back, it meant he had failed. He had failed his mission and he was to return to Headquarters at once.

He sat on the wooden bench, in the shadows of the locker room, quiet, silent, alone. His lean fingers played with the string, before he ripped it off his hand phone.

Then he stood up, his helm hanging from the edge of his fingertips dangerously, not an emotion on his face as he trudged out of the room. The Deimon Devil Bats charm slipped onto the cold floor, forgotten as the running-back left it alone in the solitary room.

And the room became silent.

Please review :3 If ya don't understand, don't hesitate to ask away. My writing's pretty poor these days, so maybe you might not understand. Anyway, have a great 2014 ahead, I probably won't! See you for the next update :)