Hello everyone... I'm stuck with a bad cold and this is what I kept thinking of. It kind of feels like the beginning of something so if you like it I guess I can write more. Otherwise I'll keep the rest in my head. I don't own Eyeshield 21, please don't sue. I don't have anyone who proofreads my fanfics therefore if you see any errors please comment on them so that I can remove them.

To all of you who wanted more of To Upset Luffy: I don't know how I'm gonna do with that. Time will tell.

Fall

It was one of those warm but peaceful autumn days when the only thing shaking the leaves of their branches was the chaos people generally called Hiruma. The Devil Bats had recently finished a hard day of training. Today the training had been carried out on different posts on a large running track, one of Hiruma's newer methods. Sena found it quite clever, the shifting between running and muscle training resulted in everyone finishing at about the same time.

Now as the sun was setting Sena was gathering up litter from the dinner they had had together by the riverbank. Everyone else had gone home but him and Hiruma who was driving round the track in a small golf truck, picking up the training equipment. Somehow Hiruma had made Mamori believe Sena had already gone home, even though he was still changing back into his uniform. Otherwise Sena knew Mamori wouldn't let him clean up all by himself. Sometimes it made him a bit upset how she didn't think he could handle anything by himself.

Among the litter something shiny caught his attention and he crouched down to pick it up. It was a small flat American football made out of metal, most probably had it been hanging from the cellphone of one of his teammates. Sena decided to bring it back with him to the clubhouse where he could put it in the "lost and found"-box.

Just as Sena was about to get up from his crouched position he was hit by a hard blow to the back of his head. He fell forward and the small piece of jewelery disappeared into the dirt. Behind him stood three young men with mocking grins plastered over their faces. Sena recognized them to be first years from Deimon like him, but unlike him he was sure they had done their fair share skipping classes. One of them crouched down over him.

"Well well, if it isn't that scrawny little pipsqueak who's always running after Hiruma. You're not so much without him here to protect you, are you?" he said. Another one of the bullies inspected his face.

"Lets send Hiruma a message. That we're not afraid of him. Right guys?" the other ones laughed in reply. Sena turned over on all four to make a dash away from them, but one of the bullies saw through him and stepped hard on one of his legs. Sena gave a cry of pain.

"Pick him up so he doesn't escape!" The third one of them picked Sena up and held him over the ground. One of the bullies was throwing a few punches in the air, jumping back and forth like a boxer.

"I'd like to try my left hook on him. I've just been practicing with sandbags so far." he said between the punches and Sena was hoping to god that someone would come and help him. Just as the bully turned to punch him in the face Sena heard the sound of a vehicle racing along the riverbank.

"Hiruma!" he cried and the trio stopped what they were doing to watch how the truck came rushing towards them.

The golf truck braked violently and stopped in a cloud of dust just a few inches from the guy holding Sena into the air. There was a second of silence while the dust set, only to be interrupted by the sound of Hiruma loading one of his bigger guns. His stone cold face contrasted with an aura of blazing fury.

The gang of bullies stood frozen like deers in the headlight while Hiruma reached out one of his long arms and grasped Sena by the collar of his uniform. Sena felt himself be hoisted out of the bullies now shaking hands and into the driver seat between Hiruma's thighs. Sena was close to smiling over the bullies bad luck but hastily stopped himself when he thought of what might be waiting them. A surprised sound slipped from his lips then Hiruma used his head to support the arm that held the gun. Hiruma cracked up into his signature white-fanged grin.

"Keep the fuck away from my running back! YAHA!" he shouted, which was followed by storm of bullets spreading over the trio of first years that did the only sensible thing and ran for their lives. Sena watched them clamber over a nearby fence before Hiruma started the engine again and continued around the track.

Noting that the passenger seat was filled to the brim with training equipment and weapons Sena sat down more comfortably between Hiruma's legs while making sure mot to let his feet get in the way of Hiruma's driving. Looking down on his knees Sena noted that, even though Sena was sitting in front of Hiruma, the running backs legs reached quite a bit further then his and looking up it was clear that Hiruma had no problem at all seeing over Sena's unruly tuft of hair.

Sena smiled for himself. It was somewhat funny that the very same person that had been the most frightening thing in the world for him made him feel this safe. Feeling a bit brave Sena leaned back against Hiruma's chest, making himself more comfortable. He felt a small tingle in his stomach when Hiruma didn't show any sign of annoyance.

When they stopped in front of the clubhouse after a short drive Hiruma put one of his feet up on the plastic panel beside the steering wheel while leaning back. Finding his sitting space shrinking and the only way out of the truck cut of by a leg Sena hopped over to sit on Hiruma's other leg. Sena made a small bow towards Hiruma.

"Thank you for saving me, Hiruma-san." To this Hiruma looked a bit pissed of.

"Che! You should be able to handle that kind of people by now, fucking shrimp." he said while plucking a leaf out of Sena's hair with a stern look on his face. Sena blushed a bit, if it was over embarrassment over not being able to protect himself or over Hiruma touching his hair he didn't know.

"You know I used to think you were really scary, but now when I've gotten to know you it can actually be scarier not to have you around. It feels nice knowing that you are on my side." Sena said, not quite sure if this was pushing the limits.

"So the shrimp is not afraid of me anymore?" Hiruma sounded a bit amused. "We'll see about that!" he exclaimed and wrapped his arm around Sena's neck who wasn't quite sure if this was Hiruma playing with him or if he had a terrible fate to meet. When Hiruma stood up with a loud laugh Sena was left hanging from his neck. As Hiruma pushed the back of Sena's head against his chest Sena gave a yelp of pain. In a second they where back in the same position with Sena in Hiruma's lap.

"Did they hit you in the head?" Hiruma inquired while he let his long thin fingers roam over Sena's scalp. Sena made a curt nod as Hiruma found a large dint on the back of his head. Sena's blush was starting to come back. When he felt Hiruma unbuttoning the collar of his shirt he jumped high in surprise.

"Hiiie?" Sena shouted, but Hiruma held him in place.

"I need to see what else they did. Fuck hell if you won't be able to play in the game this weekend! I'll fucking kill them!" Hiruma barked while effectively turning Sena's face red as a tomato by looking under his clothing and touching him all over his body in search for more damage. By the time Sena was laying belly down in Hiruma's lap with his pants rolled up to his thighs Hiruma found a big bruise just beside Sena's right knee. While letting out a long string of curses Hiruma carried Sena upside down in his foot into the clubhouse.

Soon Sena found himself sitting on the bench in the changing room while Hiruma searched through his own locker, still cursing every now and then. After a while of searching he seemed to decide that whatever he was looking for wasn't there. He turned around and pointed at Sena, still evidently pissed of.

"You're coming home with me!"