29Well…I suppose it's time that I have updated this… Welcome, one and all to my rewritten version of Disappearance of Haruhi-Sorry, I mean Disappearance of Eyeshield 21! (claps in the background).
Yeah… Um, sorry for those waiting for the next chapter of Reaper of Chaos…I might be rewriting it, the story is starting to contradict itself and becoming more illogical every chapter. I mean, who the heck cries about some lost love for 2900 years, seriously!
Um… Thanks to my very recent Guest reviewer, who reminded me of this story. It has been… a year or so since I wrote this. Well, anyway, ACTION!
Disclaimer-
I do not own any of the mentioned except the plot
Warnings-
Dark!Sena
Very bad OOC
Plots that don't make sense
Possible Character death
Very irregular updates
Enjoy
The room was quiet. Very quiet. Yet, he didn't mind. He was still in his jersey, a big 21 imprinted on the shirt. His helmet, with the green eyeshield, laid beside him as he waited patiently for something.
BRRRrrr… He felt around for his phone, immediately knowing who it was. He flipped it open, before pressing it against his ear. "Buon Giorno, la mia principessa*." He greeted the caller in fluent Italian. He heard a quiet chuckle at the other side of the phone. "Non c'è bisognodi essere cosìformale,il mio cavaliere*." The voice was sweet, but had matured over the years that Sena had not seen her.
"La vostramissione di successo*?" The black-haired teen paused at the question before answering in a curt, "Si*." He could hear the shuffle of papers on the other side. It was quiet before the caller spoke again, her playful tone turned serious.
"E 'il momento."
Sena sighed silently. "Aa..." The teen heard a giggle as he closed his eyes and leaned back, treasuring the last moments of this peaceful solace. The caller giggled again, and he closed his phone. Within moments, he recieved a new message.
On the screen were only a few words, with a name that reminded him of his dark times.
"A fra poco, il ragazzo di sangue*."
Il ragazzo di sangue, the boy of blood.
Mamori Anezaki looked around worriedly as she scanned through the crowd that was partying all about the boat. They were celebrating the win over the Bando Spiders and Hiruma had somehow gotten hold of a private cruise and alcohol through ways she would rather not think about. "Mamori-senpai…what's wrong?" She almost jumped at the sudden voice. She whipped around, realizing that it was just Monta. "Ah..gomen, Monta-kun… It's just that…Sena isn't here yet…" At that moment, both their cell phones beeped, indicating that there was a new message. Monta managed to take it out forst before exclaiming that it was from Sena. He opened the message. His eyes scanned the message, feeling dread for some reason. He fell silent as Mamori looked at him in fear and curiosity.
"Ne…Mamori-senpai… What does this mean?" He asked tentatively, turning the cell phone so the screen could show the message.
At the same time, Hiruma stormed in with Kurita and the rest of the team following behind him. "What the fuck does this mean, fucking manager?" The pointy-eared quarterback demanded. In his hand he held his cell phone, having no doubt received the same message from Sena.
Her eyes trailed to her own cell phone, as she opened the message with shaky hands. She gasped when she read the message.
Averdecci.
Goodbye.
That was the last day that the Deimon Devil Bats ever saw Kobayakawa Sena again.
Lean fingers adjusted his pin-striped tie as brown eyes were narrowed in concentration. He sighed as he stood up, his immaculately neat suit shuffling against the velvet airplane seat. He clicked his tongue against his teeth as he slowly stood up, alert for any suspicious movement.
Stepping off the airplane he lithely made his way to a black sedan with an emblem of a cross surrounded by silver flames embedded into its hood. His eyes darted around before he opened the door and entered the car gracefully and swiftly, closing the door of the car without a sound. He noted the presence of a man with golden mop of hair, a scar on the left cheek of his sculpted face and aquamarine eyes, giving him the handsome looks of a Greek god. The male greeted him with a slight tilt of his lips.
"Buona sera, Kobayakawa Sena."
The black haired teen smirked, before he greeted the other with a chuckle.
"Buona sera, l'asso di cuori Timoteo del Cuore."
"Sono tornato."
The other male chuckled before smirking. "Si. Beh, suppongo che devo dirlo.
Bentornato,
il cavaliere della principessa,
il jolly delle Carte,
Giotto Fiamme."
Okay, that is the prologue. I hope you like it, please review, ne? Sorry this might be a little short.
Here are the Italian translations, translated by Google, so might not be accurate.
Buon Giorno, la mia principessa- Hello, my princess (formal)
Non c'è bisognodi essere cosìformale,il mio cavaliere- there is no need to be so formal, my knight.
La vostramissione di successo? – is your mission successful?
Si – Yes.
E 'il momento – It's time
Aa ( japanese) – yes (I think)
A fra poco, il ragazzo di sangue– See you soon, boy of blood
"Buona sera, Kobayakawa Sena."- Good evening Kobayakawa Sena.
"Buona sera, l'asso di cuori Timoteo del Cuore." -Good evening Ace of hearts, Timoteo del Cuore (del Cuore means heart)
"Sono tornato"- I have returned.
Si. Beh, suppongo che devo dirlo- Yes. Well, I suppose I have to say it.
Bentornato, il cavaliere della principessa, il jolly delle Carte, Giotto Fiamme.- Welcome back, Knight of the Princess, Joker of the Cards, Giotto Fiamme
Updated 16/2/13- 9.05pm