Hello, here is my newest chapter containing Harry Potter/Eyeshield 21, neither of which are owned by me. Of course you know that, but it's customary. Okay, so fem harry again with Hiruma and Agon. Poor "clueless" Harry it's your own fault for not paying attention lol. You'll see. Her name will be Azalea Potter, changed to Lea Retto. I love making things complicated lol. Okay here we go. Oh yeah, Sirius is alive in my fic. :) smiles.
Chapter 2
One week ago a new student entered into the second year class of Deimon High School. She stood quietly as she was introduced to the class, not making any moves to give out information about herself unless she absolutely had to. Her name is Retto, Lea. After introducing her, and getting most of the men's admiration of the new student to quiet down it was time to start. The Calculus teacher felt horrible for what he was about to do to this new student. Unfortunately, the only open seat in the class was near the back where the feared blonde devil sat. He told her to take her seat so the lesson could resume.
Lea did as told, not really understanding why the teacher was stuttering so oddly all of a sudden. She sat down barely taking note of the blonde to the right of her. She pulled out some paper and pencil, and listened to the lecture. Oddly enough the day turned out the same. For some reason there was always an empty seat next to the blonde boy in her class.
Hiruma sat in his club house tapping away on his laptop looking for information on the new chick that seemed to show no fear around him. Everyone usually flinched just by his looks, but all he received was the acknowledgement of his existance. There was nothing but the information on the glowing screen in front of him. Nothing, but the information she would have given the school for enrollement. Only name, age, date, height, weight, and test scores.
There was nothing valuable here that couldn't be figured out just by observation alone. He wanted to know her. She was hiding something. Everyone had something to hide. He'd never known anyone to be as silent as she is, only speaking when she had to towards the teacher. He would take full advantage of the fact that he had every class with the new chick for example, hidden cameras came to mind.
Thankfully, Lea didn't live too far away from Deimon that she wouldn't have to apparate. The first week of school was like a dream. It was peaceful, but at the same time odd. She found out the source of the oddity was from the blonde guy that she sat next to in every class. She found out his name was Hiruma Yoichi by a skate-wearing cheerleader, Taki, Suzuna. Lea didn't really get why everyone was so afraid of him. She found herself discretely checking why just by face, but the only thing was that he was pretty good looking with his sharp, elven facial expressions (not having seen his demonic knife-like teeth).
She shook her head.
"Nah, best not get involved," she thought, opening her book as she walked home.
Sirius had given her the option of choosing where she wanted to go to school.
"It's your education, as long as you go," he'd said.
She'd given him a happy hug for letting her have the choice, but that still wouldn't change the fact that she had to practice her magic. . She should have been starting her seventh year over after having skipped it in favor of finding a way to defeat Voldemort. Sirius decided that he would take over the final year.
For some reason she was feeling a few strange presences. One was following from behind. It wasn't too close, but just subtle enough to notice. The other one she accidently bumbed into, due to having her nose in her book. She fell to the ground.
The guy she bumped into had long dreads. He turned with a pissed off expression.
"What the hell? Watch wh-"
He paused, muscles tensed, thinking he was about to fight, but this was not the case. He easily ignored the turquoise Deimon uniform she wore. What maintained his focus the most were the most heavenly legs he'd ever seen.
Lea looked at the guy in confusion and tried to follow where his gaze was so whole heartedly focused on. At first he looked like he had wanted to beat the shit out of her and now he had sparkles of happiness in his eyes.
"Is this guy bipolar? What the hell is he looking at?" she wondered.
She looked down having realized. Her already damned short skirt was scrunched up, giving the guy a nice view of her snitch print panties. Her face darkened. Standing up, she adjusted her skirt. However, his persistant gaze did not waver. Her eye twitched. If the bastard did not look elsewhere in five seconds, he would be sporting a few broken limbs.
"He's like a dog waiting for his next meal," she thought with disgust.
Having had enough of this nonsense she finally kicked him in the chest, then face, and a few well placed ones in his most valued spot (you know... lol)
She left in a huff to avoid anymore interaction. She almost thought about letting it go and avoid anymore interraction with said pervert, but the hungery look he gave her was too much to accept.
As quickly as she could, she shot towards an alley. She sighed with relief completely unaware that blonde elf-looking demon had been cackling at the scene.
"Did he have to stare at my legs for that long? I better make this quick before anyone follows me."
She reached inside her sleve and grasped her wand to apparate away.
She opened her eyes to see the livingroom. Sirius was home from work early today.
"You apparated. I thought you said you were walking home."
Lea grimaced. It only figurred that he would comment.
"Um... well, there was a bit of an incident.
He waited for her to continue.
"Actually a few incidents."
Sirius became amused by her red tinted cheeks.
"Go on," he prompted.
"Ugh, do I have to?"
"Hey you started it, so you end it. You've made this dog curious, now satisfy me."
"It's actually a cat."
"Tch... unnecessary details. Now, tell me before I prank it out of you for keeping me halfway out of the loop."
Sirius grinned.
She tried to think of what to say. He would tease her, that of which she knew for sure. Why the hell had she brought this up in the first place. She cursed herself.
"Which will be less painful to talk about first? A blonde stalker or a pervert with dreads?"
