Switch off!

Author's Note: Ehehehe, Yeah this is based on a day dream I had. It was itching the back of my head, I had to write it. 00 I just extended it a bit, and um well here it goes. R&R….

Privacy Report: I used real names in this story, I may or may not have asked either . Got a beef? I changed only one thing for snobbish reasons .

To Those I used In Here: I love you guys . This is for you really.

To Those This Story May Insult: Forgive me, this story needed to tell and it either would have been a story on or a story quiz thing on quizzlia. Aren't you happy I chose here instead? Gwafa.

Disclaimer: I do not own Eyeshield 21. If I did would I be writing this deranged fan fiction. 00. And really, if I owned it I would have informed the reads by like book three why Hiruma is so Hiruma-ish. However, I would like to point out that I made this story and if anyone wants to use anything in it they may, just know that I though of it first.

Chapter Rating: T for Teen.

Foreign exchanged students lined up in the airport, the teacher assigned to them called their names and what station to go to. In a line opposite them where the children leaving their country and going to where ever their foreign counterparts had school.

"Sena Koboyakawa. To station 17, destination America, meet up with your exchange partner when you get to the American airport." The teacher said monotonically, looking down at his clipboard. The boy he referred to was small and straggly, with ruffled dark brown hair. "The plane will leave in 15 min-…"Sena raced off, remembering where he saw the 17th station.

The teacher, regaining his emotionless face from the evil cruel surprised. Curse you surprise! "Ahem. Wednesday Rome. To station 23, destination Deimon High (Where the heck is Deimon high ), meet up with your exchange partner when you get to the airport." The girl he addressed just realized that she was called on; she departed from the line, first tripping on the strap of one of her many bags. Throwing back her blondish hair and multi-coloured scarf over her shoulder, she scuttled to station 23.

Sena held his ticket worriedly, "Seat 21…Heh, that's funny." He thought about the football team with a sigh. The season was over so he didn't need to worry, but it would be lying to say Hiruma took this laying down. It took all day to sneak Sena to the airport so Hiruma wouldn't pump him full of lead. Sena sat down, putting his luggage over head, wondering who would sit next him…

"Pant, wheeze, cough, die." She panted, finally reaching the plane. Just as the pilot announced that they are taking off. Wednesday slammed her things down, squeezing in front of a hostile looking business man, and into her seat. "Phew…" She pulled up her bag, groaning at the weight of it. Rummaging around in it, she pulled out a YuYu Hakusho manga, and much to the man's displeasure started to giggle…

SSHVrrrrEN. (Sound of a landing plan.)

Sena walked off the plane and into the station covering his mouth, looking a bit green around the gills. His stomach desired to have a walk, so Sena desired to run (To the Men's room.) "Uhg, I can't believe I got air sick, now where is the guy I have to meet?"

"Are you Sena?" A girl's voice asked, now this girl had a voice that was a bit too high for the mood Sena was in. And the fact that she came out of no where startled him.

"Ah!" Sena jumped around to face the girl, he upwards as the girl towered over him as most do. She was wearing a red shirt and a strangely well matching skirt, with a sign "I'm looking for Sena "tied around her neck. She leaded in close to him, so that Sena's own breath was fogging up her glasses.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked loudly, "I'm Kayla!" Sena understood the word understand, saying and Kayla. He pulled out his pocket translator Mamori gave him when she heard that he was heading over to America, he typed in what he wanted to say and held it up.

"Kinda." The translator replied in a voice strangely like Sena's. Kayla giggled, grabbing him by the arm, "Don't worry, I can speak Japanese!" She replied in Japanese. "Whoa, how cool, I guess I won't be needing this then." He put the translator back, as Kayla dragged him out side to the bus…

Adjusting her hat, Wednesday walked into the airport, looking around as though suspicious of every one there, plotting their downfall for each and every one of them…Anyhow, she looked around until she found a girl holding a sign that read Deimon high. Wednesday walked up to her quietly, waiting to be noticed.

"Hmm, I wonder where he could be…." Mamori turned around, looking down instinctively. "Ah!" She put her hand over her heart, "You startled me, I though you'd be a boy. Oh well, I'm Mamori and you are?" She spoke extra slowly, just in case she didn't understand what she was saying.

"I'm Wednesday. Wednesday A. Rome. My name spells out war in English." The foreign girl replied with a horrible accent that wasn't helped any by her disdainful way she said it. Mamori smiled at her, pointing to the door. Maybe it was better if they didn't talk, not yet anyway, she was most likely tired from her trip, she knew Sena would be.

They soon entered the taxi Mamori called for, although she didn't think the exchange student would bring so many bags. While Mamori got acquainted with the window, Wednesday asked questions that she had trouble making head or tail of what she was asking.

"Slow down please, I can't understand you." She smiled, trying to look over her things to see the other girl. "Sorry, can we get something to eat Senpai." Mamori's eyes widened, "No need to call me that, we're going to be best of friends after all. We'll get something to eat when we get to school." The girl growled, which silenced Mamori…

"Where are we going?" Sena asked, watching the white lines of the street fly by. "Colestock High," Kayla replied, "It's not fair, I practice Japanese for years and she only started a year ago, and yet she got picked. I'm betting blackmail or maybe threatened to bite our principal." The girl giggled, causing people to stare at the odd couple.

"Bite?" Sena narrowed his eyes in fear and disgust. He nervously twitched his leg up and down, wondering how long it was going to be until they got to the school. Sena privately wished the girl would stop staring at him. "Um, how long-?"

"We have to get off the bus around five to get on the next bus; we're in Pittsburg by the way." Kayla told him, beaming at his blank clueless face. Kayla sighed in a loud dramatic way, pulling out a map.

"See?" She pointed at the little dot on the map. "That's where we are going," Kayla slid her figure down the cheep paper, "Here's where we are." Sena blinked, nodding, it looked like along way away from where the school was, maybe more than a two hour drive in a car let alone a bus.

After an awkward fifteen minuets of her talking non-stop to him the bus pulled up to the rest stop. Soon people all seemed to get up at once, as though they were all connected at the mind. Sena stood up after Kayla, walking with his head down off the bus. Every one he'll meet from now on will be total strangers…

"Here we are!" Mamori announced, opening the cab door. What greeted the two girls was a rather huge boy with a chest nut shaped head and a huge smile on his face. Wednesday dragged her bags out of the cab, "Finally, some one carry my things." She panted, dragging out her four huge bags.

"I've got them; I'm Kurita by the way." He grabbed her massive bags, missing one on accidentally. "Oh." He bent down to pick it up, only to have his hand grabbed by the American girl. She grinned at him, picking up the bag (which was black).

"I'm Wednesday; I've got this one, mussels." She told him, still grinning. Now let me take this time to point out that her teeth needed braces for this reason, her two teeth next to her front ones were, how should I say this, pulled out at an odd angle fangishly. Which made her front teeth look unusually large, because her other teeth were pushed in front, if you know what I mean.

The three of them advanced no further than five feet before a certain demonic football team captain intercepted them. "You're late, damnit!" He yelled, letting bullets fly over their heads. Mamori stomped over to him, reprimanding him for being so him-ish. (I love made up words!) Wednesday whipped out her camera and took speedy flash photography, which, alack, gained the notice of the sadistic blonde.

"Hello?" He asked, grinning widely "Is this Sena's replacement…Let's see." He circled around her, his hand on his chin. "Well, we lost an inch and gain, "He looked at Kurita, "Bags."

"At least I don't have abnormally large ears." She retorted, averting her eyes from him. Her comment was the worst possible response to give the already ticked off Hiruma. He let off another jolly round of gun shots.

"You've have a name, damn smart mouth?" Hiruma asked, narrowing his eyes, placing the nose of the gun on the top of her head. Her mouth hung open for a second, "W-Wednesday…that is making me a bit uncomfortable..." He lowered the gun, chuckling to himself. "Com'on, I can't for you damn slackers any longer."

"Who said we want anything to do with your plan, Hiruma?" Mamori asked, folding her arms stubbornly, but continued to walk anyway. It would be pointless to argue until she knew what his plan was; Mamori doubted however that it was selling Girl Scout cookies like a normal club.

"Alright! Since we lost the damn pipsqueak I'll have to reevaluate the situation." Hiruma thumb tacked what looked like a school lay out on bulletin board surrounded by blinking Christmas lights. "What situation is that?" Mamori asked, noticing that the school looked a lot like theirs…

"That's amazing! The candy bar dispenser just kept throwing up the chocolate." Sena cried, up to his cheek bone in chocolate. "Yeah, but now the bus left us behind." Kayla sighed, taking a heresy bar from the top of the pile. "How are we going to get there now?" Snow started to fall on their dismal walk. "Don't worry though; I'm sure another bus will come." Sena said, brushing snow off a park bench. Kayla sat down, tossing the wrapper on the frozen snow-covered grass.

Sena maneuvered a S'mores bar into his mouth. The wind picked up some speed, blowing the snow of the trees. His mind wandered back to Japan, thinking of Mamori really. Had this been her, she would have called up the bus manager and demanded that they send a bus to them immediately, free of charge. He laughed, turning to Kayla only to find her not there.

"Sena! The bus is here!" Kayla called out the window as bus pulled away from the station. Sena jumped up, anime-crying as he chased after the moving bus. It wasn't hard for him to keep up with it, at the sacrifice of the candy bars. The bus driver lazily opened the door as Sena grabbed the cold metal holding rail for dear life.

"Hold on Sena!" Kayla yelled, getting up to help him. The obese driver tapped his metallic rule sign:

While the bus is in motion people are not

Respect the bus driver

When stopping remain seated

Respect the bus driver.

Besides the point that the rules were stupid and very redundant, Kayla full heartedly ignored them to help little Sena up. He smiled, thanking her. Together the two took a seat in the far back, as the bus driver growled menacingly at them for breaking the very important bus rules.

End of Chapter one! I just want to thank you all for reading and/or reviewing. Also please notice that Chapter Two will be only the folks down in Japan. So if you want to skip it and find out what happens to Sena you'll have to wait a whole chapter for it.

Next Chapter: Gun's and Roses. What is Hiruma's dastardly plan? What was Sena's purpose in it and will Wednesday be forced to replace him? We'll we ever learn why Kurita's head is shaped like a chestnut?

Teen: For mild language, use of guns and insulting terms.

No one was hurt in the making of this Fan Fiction.