Yeah, hey everybody! I totally copied F. A. Star Hawk's idea soooo... credit for the idea goes to her. I've modified it a bit though. Instead of picking one name and consistently using Sena I'm picking two different names, and they might get recycled pretty fast. I'm just getting my friends to randomly pick out the names and quotes. If you want to send in a quote that's cool. It'll go into the pile with all the other quotes and it'll be drawn eventually. Like I literally have two plastic bags labeled Names and Quotes and I pick out two names and one quote. Then the names go back into the bag and the quotes go in the trash. So yeah…That's everything.

I don't own Eyeshield 21~ (Surprisingly enough)

Names: Yamato, Sakuraba

Quote: "Holster that weapon!"

Drawn By: My friend Lillian.

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Sakuraba stepped into the convenience store on his way back to the dormitories, intending to buy a bottle of water for the trip. He had just finished his daily run and was incredibly thirsty.

He turned down the aisle, heading for the coolers in the back of the store, when he bumped into someone a couple of centimeters taller than him. Sakuraba didn't meet many people taller than his 186 centimeters off the field.

"Excuse me--!" Sakuraba said offhandedly, looking up at the person he had just run into. He gasped in surprise.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry! You're Teikoku's running back, Yamato Takeru!" He practically gaped, unable to believe who he had bumped into. He had not been expecting to smack right into one of Japan's most talented American Football players!

"Yeah, you go to Oujou, right? You're the wide receiver." Yamato asked hesitantly, unsure if he was right.

"Th-That's right." Sakuraba could barely believe he was talking to Yamato Takeru!

"Put the money in the bag!" A loud voice reverberated through the small store.

Sakuraba spun around, only to be grabbed from behind by Yamato, falling back and hitting the taller boy's chest. Warmth spread through him and he blushed, embarrassed, as Yamato leaned in to whisper to him, his breath tickling Sakuraba's ear in a teasing fashion.

"Stay here!"

Yamato strode forward yelling out challengingly, "You there, holster your weapon!"

The man turned around. Seconds later Yamato hit him hard in the chest with his shoulder, charging forward as if in a game, knocking the would-be criminal to the floor. The man's head hit the counter with a loud cracking noise.

Sakuraba bit back a yell, startled by the sound. He was relieved the gun hadn't gone off and hit Yamato or himself.

Yamato grabbed his arm and soon they were racing through the streets, passing businessmen and old ladies who turned to glare disapprovingly at the two tall boys.

They stopped in an alleyway, Sakuraba breathing hard due to his earlier exercise. "That was incredible!" He exclaimed, "I almost can't believe you did that!"

"It was pretty crazy, wasn't it? Yamato grinned at him and laughed. Sakuraba joined in, finding the whole situation quite ridiculous.

A hand touched the top of his head, strong fingers threading through his hair and running through it lightly.

"I'll see you around then." And he was gone.

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