Wooo on to chapter three seen as I was bored as hell at work and thinking that Ikari was uber cute. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed and liked my idea and the uh uniqueness of it. This goes out to you, much love to all.

Time: Two hours (give or take an hour due to interruptions)

Pairing: None, yet

Author: Sinthetic Angel

Disclaimer: No own, no sue or Ikari gonna get you.

What on earth is the world coming to?

Chapter 3 - Welcome to Ojou…….or not.

Ikari Daigo was furious. He was angry beyond belief and words and he was taking that anger out on anyone and everyone that even so much as thought the word Ojou. Sena had studied like an absolute maniac, even going as far as missing their weekly movie and snacks night, all so he could join Ikari at the famous school. It wasn't that Sena hadn't passed the entrance exams, on the contrary he had done well, beating Ikaris score by a good margin and landing in the top ten percent. It was the parents. Senas parents to be exact. After celebrating with Ikari in their usual fashion, finding someone who thought they could beat up the smaller boy easily and then beat the offenders to a pulp before taking their money and catching a movie, his parents had told Sena that they couldn't afford Ojous fees and so he would have to go to his back up school. Deimon Private High School.

It all seemed legit and even though Sena was disappointed, his puppy eyes out in full force trying to persuade his parents, there wasn't really anything that could be done. They had gone their separate ways, sure in the knowledge that they could always hang out after school, even if their little fantasy of attending the same school wasn't possible. It was only on a whim however that Ikari had stopped at a library and commandeered a computer for half an hour. He needed to do some research on statistics for his Phys Ed homework, limits of the human body, and figured now would be as good a time as any. That had led him to Ojou and Deimons websites to look up the sports teams statistics in order to compare them to both each other and the statistics the teacher had given him. He could only guess as to why he chose those particular schools but as he browsed through the sites something caught his eye and left him shocked and annoyed. Ojous entrance fee was cheaper than Deimons. It made sense though, Ojou was a popular school and got funding through sports wins and such which made it cheaper for parents but Deimon…Deimon was a nothing school, barely surviving on the entrance fees it charged as they had no exceptional section of the school from which to draw funds. It could only mean one thing, Senas parents had lied so that they could separate the two of them.

So here he was, beating the crap out of some punks who thought they were special in some way or another, all in a bid to release his anger. Satisfied he let the last punk drop from the end of his fist and adjusted his chains nonchalantly with a sinister sounding jingle. He could feel someone behind him but unusually they didn't feel like a threat and actually felt calming. That meant it could only be one person and as Ikari turned around his suspicions were confirmed. Small boy, brown hair, big eyes hidden behind bangs that could make him look cute or sinister depending on the situation and a deceptively skinny but quite muscular frame. There was a bag slung over his shoulder, his middle school outfit crinkling where the ever present chain jacket circled his shoulders.

"They lied Ikari."

"Yeah, they did."

As they left the alley and Ikaris victims behind they chatted about nonsensical things, colours, sounds, who was the best at what sport and desperately tried to avoid the subject of Ojou, unless they were using it to fuel their anger on some unsuspecting victim in a back alley. It was just as they had finished gifting retribution to four boys that they heard it, that word, Ojou. Sena was gone before Ikari could blink, the emotions rattling around Senas head obviously clouding his judgement for him to rush in blindly, and as he raced around the corner to join his friend his blood boiled. Three boys stood there and Sena was in the grip of a muscular yet surprised looking boy, all five foot one lifted off the ground by a single arm around the waist. Ikari was impressed and shocked, the boy had kept up with Senas speed and he was sure that no one could do that, not to mention the timing in order to hit Sena just right and lift him. It worried Ikari, though he would never admit it out loud, that his small friend had landed himself in trouble because of how upset he was and his lack of control over his anger. Ikari had the same problem but right now he had to help so he let his anger take control.

With a shout of rage Ikari launched himself at the most muscular boy, deeming him the biggest threat after the boy holding Sena up. To his surprise the punch was stopped with a single hand and although the other boys hair was ruffled a little there seemed to be no actual damage. In fact he was laughing, laughing like he'd just been given candy and picking his nose with his free hand.

"Hahaha! Speed and Power! You're an Ojou student so you should join our Amefuto team! Hahaha!"

Out of the corner of his eye Ikari saw Sena droop at the mention of the Amefuto team and then resume his struggles with vigour, even though the boy easily kept him pinned and the other boy, some blonde haired pretty boy, tried to calm Sena down. With a blink the white haired delinquent realised that the muscular boy was leading him down the street, arm slung around his shoulders like they were friends or something as Sena followed, now calm but glaring heatedly from beneath his bangs at his former captor.

"My name is Ootawara Makoto! These are my friends Sakuraba Haruto and Shin Seijuro!"

He was picking his nose again, it was disgusting but Ikari had to admit he admired if not respected Ootawara Makoto simply because his punch had been stopped so easily. He nearly jumped as Sena appeared next to him.

"Ikari I'm going home."

"Hey wait, aren't you gonna come to my place? You have your bag and everything."

Sena shakes his head and Ikari realises with a jolt that being around the Ojou students, amefuto players no less, wasn't making the petite brunette feel any better at all. He nodded in understanding, no words needed, as Sena shot off, kicking up dust and cutting between the crowd with liquid ease. A muffled gasp made him turn to look at Shin, who was looking at the retreating figure almost hungrily.

"I knew he was fast but to be able to cut like that…does he play Amefuto?"

Ikari sneers and his chains jingle angrily as he addresses Shin.

"Yeah but he has to go to Deimon because his folks don't like me and don't want him near me."

The boys surrounding Ikari nod their heads as if they don't want Sena near him either. It makes Ikari bristle but with Ootawara there he couldn't lay in to the pretty boy and Mr. Stoic in order to teach them a lesson. Mr. Stoic, as he was now nicknamed in Ikaris mind, seemed to be deep in thought about something and eventually decided to speak up as they passed the arcade.

"If you stop fighting then Takami-san could get your friend in to Ojou to be with you. We could then use him as our running back."

Ikari looked at Shin, disbelief evident on his face. Could they really do that? Get Sena in to Ojou and in to the Amefuto team as the running back? It would be a dream come true, especially for Sena. Ever since they'd watched that Eagles-Steelers game when they were younger Sena had been hooked and had wanted the position of running back for the Ojou White Knights. All Ikari had to do was stop fighting, easier said than done. It was his anger outlet, his kick in the crotch to the world in general for being so shitty but maybe, maybe he could kick the world in the crotch through Amefuto.

"Deal but you have to let me join the Amefuto club as well."