Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Eyeshield 21.
Author's note: This was really, really difficult to write and I have no idea why. I had to rewrite the whole thing at least 2-3 times until I was at least content with it. Hopefully I did a good enough job with it, even though I got frustrated halfway (now I know how Hiruma's feeling). But wow, it's already the 10th prompt.
Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!
Fandom: Eyeshield 21/Harry Potter X-Over
Pairing: Hiruma x Harry
Prompt: Blackmail (Loraliell)
Rating: M (just for containing Hiruma!)
Warning: slash, swearing, weapons, mentions of violence… and Hiruma
Frustration had officially gotten a new definition – Harry James Potter.
For some people, including the students and the faculty of Deimon High, the term 'bringer of hell' was probably more appropriate. Usually it was nerve-wracking enough to just attend the same school as the Commander from Hell, commonly known as Youichi Hiruma, but since the new transfer student had arrived in front of the bleached – not that anyone would accuse him of such – blond, everything had gone downhill.
Only three weeks had gone by since the Brit had come into his life and done what nobody had achieved before – escaping his omniscience. Usually the blond would send one of his numerous slaves to the victim's residence, collect possible blackmailing material and be done with it until the information came in useful.
Step 1 had failed.
No humiliating material had been found in the black-haired teens flat and Harry himself had shown no embarrassing behavior either. While this lack of information could be attributed to the uselessness of aforementioned slave – a middle-aged businessman, who was having an affair with his lovely wife's sister -, Hiruma's own results could be not. A week long, secret but highly invasive observation, involving countless other slaves and cameras – which seemed to malfunction in Harry's presence all the time - had been initiated, while the blond had started to dig further into the matter himself– with startling results.
Apparently the raven had been orphaned at eighteen month and since then raised by his aunt's family. Not exactly the norm, but not yet noteworthy. Harry's life after the age of eleven had been what picked his interest – or rather the lack thereof. It was like the teen had disappeared from the face of the earth official documentation-wise and the authorities hadn't even cared. Further inquires had revealed a similar pattern for the mother and the father didn't even seem to exist and neither did the named godfather – an escaped convict who had never been in any known prison by the way. Was he in some kind of weird secret agent movie now? Or in a science fiction novel?
A quick peek into the school files of Harry Potter had been the last straw to hold his frustration at bay. There, for all – who were authorized, which he actually wasn't - to see, was a transcript of marks and other documents from a school named Hogwarts – Which. did. not. exist. anywhere! And how had nobody ever notice how strange that was?
That afternoon the entirety of the Demon Devil Bats – which he still totally trained even though it was prohibited by school regulations - had to dodge trice as many bullets as usual and were mostly unable to move after practice had ended.
This mystery had to be solved! The blond hated not knowing important things and non-existent existing people and schools definitely classified as such. When blackmailing was not an option for getting information he would try Plan B –
"Intimidation Technique Devil, Ya-Ha!"
He found the raven on the rooftop reading a book and not acknowledging the opening door at all. Not even the releasing of the safety catch seemed to deter the teen and it annoyed Hiruma to no end. "I have some questions for you, fucking foreigner, and you better answer! What happened after you turned eleven?" And this was the part where the spilling of beans began. Except, it didn't happen. "Not very imaginative in your nickname creation, are you?" Harry finally glanced up, but regarded the blond only with a bored look, which was void of any signs of fear or even unease. "And rude as well. I don't think I'm going to do you the favor of talking to you." And with that he shifted his attention back to the book, slowly turning the page. Hiruma had never felt the urge to growl as much as in this moment. Maybe a – or several dozens – warning shot would loosen up that tongue and finally bring him answers.
Click.
Click.
Click. Click. Click!
His gun wasn't working. Why was his gun not working? Just half an hour ago there had been absolutely no problems! Frowning, the blond pulled out his .45, but it was malfunctioning as well and so was every other gun and rifle he had on himself. It was actually kind of stunning but didn't help his bad mood any, neither did the little, almost unnoticeable smirk that adorned Harry's lips.
"You're doing this, fucking foreigner! I know you are and I will figure out how you're fucking doing it," the blond promised, baring his pointed teeth threateningly. Most students of Deimon High would have probably wet themselves or run away as fast as possible by now – Harry just hm'ed.
"And I'm going to make you tell me all your fucking secrets as well!" And hopefully it would happen very soon, because he hated losing his cool and feeling frustrated - It led to dangerous mistakes!
The raven shut his book and got up just as the bell indicated the end of lunch break. The emerald green eyes were sparkling with amusement behind a thin pair of glasses, when Harry finally looked at Hiruma head on. "I'm looking forward to it. Maybe if you ask reeeeal nice and take me out for dinner I'll tell you what you want to know." Smirking he flicked one of the blonds' earrings and sauntered out of the door.
Just as said door clicked into place, Hiruma fired at it. The bullet hole seemed to mockingly stare back at him.