Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Eyeshield 21 and I don't earn any money with this story.

Author's note: Will have slash later on. Most likely Hiruma/Harry.

Rating: T

Warning: canon typical bad language

"The only impossible journey is the one you never begin." by Anthony Robbins

Youichi was in the midst of evaluating the newest contribution to his ever growing threat notebook, when the metallic door of the school roof banged open. The bleached blond didn't even have to take a guess as to the identity of the newcomer, because the tumultuous entry had been accompanied by an overzealous 'Hiruma-kun' for all of Tokyo to hear. Seconds later a pointed head appeared around the corner.

He idly wondered if acquainting Kurita with one of his guns would help dampen the boy's overenthusiastic tendencies, but quickly gave up on the idea. While the calculated success rate was above zero percent, the undertaking, in all its annoying glory, would distract him from more pressing matters. Like increasing his slave-network, for example.

"What do you want fucking fatty? Apart from puncturing my eardrums, I mean." The blond continued sifting through the copious amounts of photographs and sorted them by blackmail potential. It was quite fascinating what people got up to in their spare time.

"Hiruma-kun! I found someone amazing!" Kurita went on shouting, completely disregarding Youichi's reprimand. The nerve! "Yesterday, on my way home, some kids were playing catch in the park and one of them missed the ball. It was about to hit an elder lady, but suddenly a boy dashed up to her and caught the ball just before it reached her! It was amazing, Hiruma-kun, amazing!"

"And what do I care about a random fucking person, fucking fatty?"

"But that's it Hiruma-kun! He's a new student who transferred to Musashi-kun's class. D- do you think he'll want to play American football with us?"

For a long moment Youichi stared blankly at a shot of his math teacher in drag, not even noticing the protesting twinge in his jaw, which was caused by his clenched teeth. He hadn't… he hadn't known there was a transfer student. Obviously his intelligence gathering network was nowhere near sufficient at this point.

Finally, after having patched his pokerface back together, the blond slid the stack of photographs into a side-pocket of his bag, slung it over one shoulder and shoved another piece of sugarless gum into his mouth in quick succession.

"Ke ke ke, why didn't you say so earlier? Let's take a look at our newest teammate." He pressed one foot against Kurita's backside and urged the lineman towards the door.

"But Hiruma-kun, he has to say 'yes' first!"

"Oh, he will."

"No blackmailing!"

Instead of running around school like a headless chicken, Youichi headed for Musashi's classroom first. If their target happened to be elsewhere, there was still enough of their break left to ask around school – read: threaten his classmates into helping them.

They stopped in front of classroom 2b and peered inside. At once, all conversations ceased, when the pupils noticed the blond devil in their midst. Everyone tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, some even going as far as escaping through the second door.

Ha, it was nice to be feared!

Youichi scanned the remaining teenagers, idly noticing that Musashi wasn't there, until his gaze got caught by a lone boy, sitting at the far end of the room. His face was directed at the window and part of it covered by black glasses, but enough facial features were visible to identify the raven-haired teen as a Caucasian foreigner.

"Hiruma-kun, that's him," Kurita 'whispered' in a tone of voice that small children use when they think they're being quiet. Consequently, everyone in the room heard him. With the exception of the foreign boy, perhaps, who still didn't pay them any attention.

Instead of confronting the brunet with a Glock 17 or an AK-47, Youichi pulled out the football he usually used to train in his spare time. His throwing skills were nowhere near perfect, but would suffice for this purpose. Blowing a bubble-gum bubble, whilst expertly ignoring the multitude of gasps, the blond took aim and launched his projectile into the boy's direction to rouse him out of his daydreaming. Maybe he'd even get an initial impression on those 'amazing' catching skills.

For a long moment Youichi saw the football collide with the teen's arm in his mind's eye. Then, just as it reached his personal space, the brunet flinched minutely, before twisting his body in a show of great flexibility to slide off his chair and assume a defensive position behind his desk. The football whizzed above the dark mop of hair and missed the window by a hair's breadth.

The popping of Youichi's bubble gum sounded like an explosion in the eerie silence of the classroom.

While most of those present stared at their classmate in shocked astonishment, a thousand thoughts whirled through the blond's head. Part of his brain was focussing on the brunet's abnormal behaviour, another was busy working out ways to utilise the quick reflexes to his advantage.

Before his target, or anyone for that matter, had a chance to pull himself together, Youichi strode through the room and leant over the desk slash shield.

"Hey, fucking foreigner, want to join the American football club?"

A pair of green, blank eyes fixed on his as the brunet slowly got up from his crouched position and gingerly sat back down on his chair.

"No."