This goes to Xuan who is always stressing with homework.

"Get some sleep for OUR SAKE! You're like a dying zombie everymorning." - idiotlord (your friend XD)

"Just for FUN"

Somewhere in Japan, in a high school that is known to possess The Deimon, there is a boy. In a closet. With a dress.

"Seeennaaaaa! Come on out, I want to see the dress!" an earnest girl whined through the door.

"No! I'm not coming out! I don't even know why, I'm doing this for you, Suzuna-san!" an outraged yet humiliated voice yelled from the door.

The dark-haired girl, Suzuna narrowed her eyes in annoyance but then switched to a sly smirk.

"But Sena-kun, "she said in a sweet voice, hands linked together."You promised you'd help me with the festival so we can make enough money for the football team."

"..." a sweat drop formed by the door.

"And our team really is in a tight budget at the moment. We need the money to keep us going." she pouted her lips.

"...!" a dark clad formed over the door.

"And I worked so hard making the merchandises. I'd even spent my free time slaving over your costume too!" she made a small sob.

"...Alright. I'll do it." the door bowed in defeat, tears leaking from its out-of-nowhere eyes.

"YAY! You're the best, Sena-kun!" she cheered happily, inwardly smirking in victory and high-fiving the DevilBat. "Now come out so I can see."

There was a whimper before the knob slowly turned and the door opened. Wide violet eyes watched in suspense as the door open further, then widen and sparkled with giddy at the sight before her.

"Kyyyyaaaahhhh! Sena-kun, you sooooooo CUTE!!" she squalled with female glee.

Fidgeting nervously is a Kobayakawa Sena; Number 21 of the Deimon DevilBat's football team, position: Running back/Secretary, known as the one with the Golden Legs. AKA Eyeshield 21.

Is now a dressed in a red laced mini skirt that reached just over his butt, which is covered with a very protective black thong and a tight black tank-top with that's shredded on the edges with a red fishnet over it. Across the A-cup 'breasts' is written in white "DevilBat". A pair of black fishnet fingerless-arm gloves fits the thin arms, matches with the silver spiral bracelet hooked on his upper left arm. Sharp black leather spiked heals that reaches his thin ankles.

Shoulder length black hair with red streaks fall gently over his face, wide bangs curving around his flushed cheeks. Hidden under the hair is a pair of wide hazel-brown eyes that shines with shyness and innocence.

It is office. Sena has now become a chick. And a hot one to boot.

"SUPER KAWAII!" Suzana squealed again, circling around the timid boy with hawk eyes. "Just need something to top it all off."

"A-Ano, Suzuna-san, I-I think t-this is a little-." he tries to protest in a tiny weak voice, but was cut off when she jumped back.

"Oh! I know what!" she patted her fist to her palm as the perfect image popped in her mind and she rushed back with an armful of accessories. "Now hold still."

With skilled hands, she hooked on a red devil-hook tail on the back of the skirt, red bat wings on his shoulder blades, tiny devil horns on top of his head, a thin chain belt, couple silver hoop/hook earrings on both side, and finished it off with a spiked-leather dog collar and leash.

"-much." he squeaked.

"PERFECT! Now you are the perfect image of 'The DevilBat Mistress!' Give me a 'YA-HA'!" she cheered out.

"Eer, ya-ha?" he said weakly with a equally weak smile.

"Louder! YA-HA!" she demanded more, scaring the boy in drag.

"Eep! YA-HA!" he screamed out in fear, though she ignored the fear.

"Yeah! That's the spirit! Now lets get the booth ready, it's almost time to open the gates!" she grabbed his hand and speed with her skates, dragging poor Sena behind.

In less than a minute, they've arrived at the school's court, where there are rows and rows of colorful tents and stands with many different kinds of multi-cultural activities, games and food.

It is also busy with people and students setting the decorations up, most dressed in costumes representing their clubs and advertisements. They all looked happy and excited. All but one.

"Suzuna-san, can I please wear a jacket? Something to cover?" a self-conscious female Sena begged to the girl in skates as she dragged him through the rows. Not without getting some interested looks. "Please?"

Suzuna, now dressed in her own DevilBat's uniform, turned back to look at him with innocent eyes. "But Sena-chan, you look too cute to be covered. And didn't I tell you not to call me 'san'?"

"But Suzuna-sa, uh chan?" he tested, seeing the warning look she gave him. "Is this really that necessary? Why can't I help sell in my normal clothes?"

"Because, Sena, we need some fresh meat. Both me and Mamori-neechan can't handle the fort by ourselves." she gave him a innocent smile. "And look how cute you are in the skirt!"

He just blushed again, saying nothing as he let himself get dragged by the girl. They continued down the rows until they stopped by a wide stall with black and red flaps along with the picture of the team's mascot, the grinning DevilBat.

Behind the booth, was a short pinkish haired girl with blue eyes, Anezaki Mamori. Also known as "Sena's bodyguard".

"Mamo-neechan! Look what I brought!" Suzuna waved to her, shoving a protesting Sena over.

The older girl turned and Sena froze when he eyes were on him. He prayed that she wouldn't recognize him. She hadn't found out that he was Eyeshield 21, but the problem with now is that he had no shield to hide his face and what he's wearing now is barely hiding.

"Suzuna, she's..." Sena held his breath. "SO KAWAII!"

He swore he felt his soul slipped out of his mouth.

"See, I told you so, Mamo-neechan." the dark-haired girl bragged and tugged the limp person towards the tent. "Just need a little touch up."

"T-touch up?" Sena stuttered, looking horrified at the thought of wearing make-up.

Just then a reassuring hand touched his shoulder and he looked up to see Mamori smiling sisterly at him. "Don't worry, I won't use too much. Ok?"

Whimpering silently, he nod shyly as he was forced to sit down on a stool as his childhood friend apply his make up.

"That reminds me, I didn't get your name." she said suddenly as she brushed his cheeks pink. He stiffened.

"Oh, um, I'm...Mis-" he blurted out the first thing in his head. "-ty?"

"Misty?" she repeated and Sena thought she could catch the bluff but instead smiled. "How cute! And it suits you, too."

Sena prayed to his lucky stars that she couldn't recognized him at all, but wonder if he should be relieved or cry about it.

"Ok. There, you're ready." she said with pride and handed him a compact mirror.

He took it and visibly dropped his mouth open. He looked good. Really good. The light blush adds an innocent air to his face. His lashes are more luscious and catch the essence of his eyes. And is small lips are painted red like a stop sign. He has become what he never thought he'd be. A Donna-matrix.

The Manager checked her watch and gasped at the time. "Oh! We better hurry. It's about to start in a few minutes."

Quickly they got into their cheerleader uniforms and set out their prizes and games. In less than a minute, the first group has entered.

"Everyone, come one, come all! Support the DevilBat's Football team!" Suzuna yelled though her megaphone, waving her pom-pom. "Come and try our games! We have great prizes! One of which is given out by a very SPECIAL LADY!!"

She smirked when she caught most of the bystanders' attentions and decided to drop the bombshell. "Come and meet MISTY, The DevilBat Mistress!"

All eyes zoomed in as the short girl tugged on a dog leash and the most enticing-looking female in heels stumbled out from behind the tent. Jaws dropped and eyes bulged out as hormone-levels sky rocketed from one glance.

In no time, a long lined stretched out from the front of the booth to the entrance gate.

"Listen up! The games are a game of LUCK and CHANCE. We have THE WHEEL OF FATE." Momari explained the rules. "Play the game and try to win the grand prize of a chance with the fabulous Mistress. The wheel contains a hundred choices, all random. Spin the wheel and pray that it hits the jackpot. Come at your own accord."

"And please, one tries per turn." Suzuna added. "We want everyone to have a chance to try it out."

In the next hour and over a hundred contestants later, Sena let out a sigh. So far, none has bit the jackpot, to his relief. But to the disappointed losers, he was kind enough to hand them their prize with an encouraging smile. They seemed to be satisfied with that. Some people even asked to take pictures with him, with Suzuma charging them a certain price of course.

Sometimes Sena wonders if some of Hiruma's influences are starting to rub off on her. He hoped that he does see a hand gun on the near future.

"Say, Suzuna-chan, what did you say we take a break?" Mamori asked, waving a hand over her warm face.

The dark-haired girl thought about it then nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah, I guess we've been through the rush by now." She pulled out a sign that says 'Be back in 10'.

Sena was more than happy to take a break. Standing up in heels really kills his feet. How girls stand wearing them, he would never know.

"I'll go get us some drinks." he announced, his personality always ready for errands.

"Are you sure?" being the big sister, the older teen looked at him with concern. "Would you like me to come with you?"

He shook his head and smiled reassuringly as he pulled off the painful heals and switched them with a pair of sandals. Provided by Suzuna, of course. "Don't worry, I'll be ok. It won't take long. And I want to check out the other booths too."

Smiling softly, she nodded. "Ok. Be careful."

Sena nodded and jogged through the crowd, not very fast because of his sore feet. He was wearing a happy smile when he came walking back. A short break was what he really needed to refreshed after that long hour of manhandling. But he still have about a couple more hours till its over.

So, he was in no rush to get back.

Humming a tuneless song, he unconsciously swayed to the song with the bottles of refreshments in his arms. The festival was surprisingly packed with people and it was almost difficult to move around without bumping to people. Sena had this kind of experience before so he's used to being shoved around but also knows how to avoid them.

He turned sharply as a pair of guys in front of him, which should've missed them, but because he was still wearing the cheerleader uniform, the leather tail swung and lightly smacked one of the guy's arms.

"Ow! Hey, you!"

Sena blinked in surprise when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and jerked around. He stared at the two guys in front of him. One of them looked disgruntle.

"You think you can walk away with hitting me and not apologized?" he growled at Sena, a sneer on his face.

He tightened his grip on his shoulder. Sena held back a whimpered and quickly do what he does best.

"I'm sorry. It was my fault." he bowed his head, scared. "Please forgive me."

Glaring down at his the top of Sena's head, he was about to yelled at him when his friend nudged him on the arm and whispered, "Yo, man, she's a hot one. You should play with her."

Annoyed, he scanned the girl under his hand and his anger faded away when his eyes roamed over at the exposed spin through his fishnet and legs. He licked his lips as dirty thoughts went through his mind.

A lecherous smirk spread on his face.

"I don't think that's good enough." he said, faking a pained arm. "I think you caused serious damages to me."

"Eh?!" Sena gasped, a bad feeling creeping in his gut.

He shrieked when the hand on his shoulder tightened. The fear was growing and he's starting to shake in fear.

"You should take responsibility for your action, babe." the jerk's friend agreed, his eyes mocking Sena.

"No. Let go of me." Sena tried to pull away.

"Hold still, you tramp!" the guy hissed in annoyance.

Sena was struggling though his hold, having difficulties with the bottles in his air, the little movement from the skirt, and his disability to run fast now. There was no escape for him.

'Help! Someone help me!' were his last thought before he closed his eyes in fear.

The pair laughed evilly and reached for him.

'I'm doomed.'

"Hey, who's girl do you think you're messing with?" a low voice demanded softly from behind.

"Eh? And who the heck are you?" the two sneered, looking over their shoulders only to freeze at the towering person behind them.

Looming over them was Shun Kakei, Kyoshin Poseidon's top-class linebacker. His sharp blue eyes bore down dangerously at the two punks, his serious face darkened with dislike. His eyes dropped to the hand that was on Sena's shoulder.

The guy followed his gaze to his hand and pulled it back with a yelp as if it burned. Sena kept his eyes closed, oblivious of what's happening. When he felt the hand left him, he opened his eyes and stared at the two goons looking scared at someone. He turned to look and gasped at the person her saw.

"Kakei...kun?" he whispered in bemusement.

"Hey, man, we didn't do anything to her!" the guy said defensively.

"Y-yeah!" his friend agreed.

"Besides, she was the one that made a move on me." he pointed an accusing finger at Sena.

"Eh?" Sena squeaked but didn't dare speak up. Instead, he just withered to himself in fear.

Kakei took one hard look at the timid girl. 'She was obvious too scared to even defend herself', he thought, sensing no act in her reaction. He turned to glare at the two and wrapped a hand over the arm with the accusing finger. In less than a second, he tightened his grip and a bone crack was heard along with a real painful yell.

"Ahh! You bastard!" the guy cursed, cradling his now broken arm.

His partner screeched in fear at the taller teen and ran off like a coward. The other followed.

Sena stared after them in a dazed surprise Kakei didn't bother sparing them a glance. His attention is now on the girl.

"Are you all right?" he asked politely.

Sena started and stared at him.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine." He responded, and then remembered his manners. He bowed his head. "Thank you very much for helping me."

"You should be carefully around that type of people." he told her in a lecture tone.

Sena held his head down in shame. "Yes. I'm sorry."

The serious teen felt a little awkward for hurting the girl's feelings. His eyes soften. "It's not your fault. Don't apologize."

The Deimon's small running back lifted his head and smiled at him. "Still, thank you anyway, Kakei-kun."

The boy returned his smile but then quirked an eye brow. "Have me met before?"

Sena gasped in horror as he realized his mistake. He was still a girl! He quickly tried to cover up his accident.

"N-no! I just know uh, about you! Yes. I'm a, um fan?" he laughed nervously, looking away from the very accurate eyes.

The tall football player's interest peeked and his curiosity opened to the girl. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him thoughtfully. "Are you? I felt as if we've met."

"Y-you must be m-mistaken." he tried to persuade the issue.

Kakei opened his mouth to argue the point but a heavy weight feel over his shoulders. And a mop of messy blond hair popped out.

"Hey, Kakei! Here you are! I've been looking all over for you. Ha ha." the tall blond laughed.

The other teen returned to his aloof appearance again, used to his partner's overbearing attitude. "Mizumachi. Would you behave yourself?"

Kengo Mizumachi, Kyoshin Poseidon's Defensive Tacklist just laughed at his serious tone and slapped his back in a friendly manner.

"Oh, loosen up, Kakei. It's a festival. This is supposed to be fun." he stopped when he noticed Sena's girly form. He stared at him and tilted his head. "Do I know you?"

Sena started again and shook his head immediately, almost sent his wig flying. "N-no, we don't know each other." he denied.

The blond turned to his friend with a questioning look. "Is she your girlfriend?"

Sena stared and blushed brightly at the suggestion. "No! Kakei-kun just helped me out with some guys that were bothering me." he tried to explain.

Mizumachi, again, misunderstood and popped his fist against his palm. "So you were with your real boyfriend and Kakei stole you away? Wow, Kakei, I never knew you had it in you."

The cross-dresser flushed even more, trying to explain himself. Kakei didn't say anything but watched, fascinated by her innocent reactions. Just then, the happy blond thought up an idea.

"Hey, miss, you wanna hang out with us?" he asked, pointing at Kakei and himself.

Sena was about to politely refused his offer when his eyes caught sight of a red balloon with a familiar shape. The Deimon's mascot DevilBat. Oh! THE BOOTH!

"Ah! Oh no!" he yelled suddenly, looking frantically around. He bowed quickly at the two, clenching the bottles against his chest. "I'm sorry, but I have to go now. Good day."

And off he ran, mixed through the crowd. The pair watched her quick departure with an interesting question on their head.

"Was that a tail?"

excuse the grammer. was in a rush. yes, it's not done yet. but will be finished. Promise.

"You know I can't write a short one shot. thumbs up" - idiotlord "Stay put and enjoy."