Um yeah….I think I might have been drunk or high on sugar when I wrote this. It's kind of a filler comedy chapter but uh anyway enjoy I guess.

Time: An hour

Pairing: Shin/Sena if you squint.

Author: Sinthetic Angel

Disclaimer: No own, no sue um……..I'll send my smelly cheese after you if you do.

What on earth is the world coming to?

Chapter 6 - Welcome to Ojou, mind the fan girls.

Ikari huffed as he pulled the last box from the back of the car. Why did the kid have so much crap? What was the point of it? It was a dorm for God's sake, a dorm he had to share no less with none other than Sakuraba Haruto. A very tall second year, receiver for the Amefuto team because of his height, model, teen idol, pop star and the one who calmed Sena down when Shin Seijuro was holding the shrimp in the air. Currently the second year was helping Sena unpack his boxes of crap and get set up ready for school next week. This included a mandatory tour, introduction to Sakurabas friends and fan girls, introduction to the Amefuto team and finally starting training with said team.

If there was one thing both Ikari and Sena couldn't wait for it was training with the Amefuto team. Yes they would be on different ends of the field, practising different things, they had different positions after all, but they would sill technically be training together. What they had both hoped for, what seemed to shatter due to Senas parents, had actually come true and as Ikari hauled Senas box of crap up the three flights of stairs and in to the boys room, he couldn't help but smile.

"That the last one Ikari?"

"Yup. Why've you got so much crap anyway?"

"I dunno. Why do you wear eye make up that makes it look like a spider was squished across your face? Just another one of life's mysteries I guess."

"…………………..I hate you"

The next few days passed in a blur of tours, shaking hands, bowing, screaming fan girls and rigorous training. As soon as Sena had been introduced to the Amefuto team he had been adopted by Wakana Koharu, the teams manager who insisted the "little cutie" call her Koharu-neechan. When Ikari had been introduced a few weeks earlier she had run off and hid behind Ootawara. It hadn't helped that the muscular line man had then laughed his boisterous laugh, picked his nose and loudly announced he was going to fart before doing so and almost knocking the poor girl out with a direct hit of smell. Just because Sena was cute didn't mean he had to have all the luck with the girls right? Either way, Ikari was sure he had luck with girls as well, he just hadn't found one lucky enough yet…….yeah.

The school week was due to start in three days and kids who went home for the holidays were now piling in to the school at an alarming rate. After taking the initiative Sena and Ikari decided to wander down to reception and collect their schedules for the year. On the way there they were met with the strangest sight they had ever seen. Sakuraba Haruto and Shin Seijuro, Shin of all people, were huddled down behind a wall and trying desperately not to be seen. Deciding not to ask, the to delinquents had carried on their walk, only to return a few seconds later and join in the huddling. They understood now. The fan girls were on the prowl and if you knew Sakuraba Haruto it meant danger.

Sakuraba greeted them with a sheepish smile, almost a silent yet embarrassed apology. From Shin they received the usual stoic nod though he did look a little worse for wear, his hooded jacket sleeve ripped at the shoulder seam and his hair more dishevelled than usual. Even so, Ikari was sure Shin was a robot, no emotion on his face no matter what happened and no real interest in anything except Sena but that was just helping the shrimp train in weights and tackles. Ikari still wasn't too happy about that last study though, especially as he was sure he'd seen Shin grope Sena once or twice as he stood from tackling the younger boy. He wasn't jealous or anything but if Sena did turn out to be gay, which was a high possibility, he didn't want him in a relationship with an emotionless, social retard. It would be boring.

Sakuraba had straws. Why did Sakuraba have straws? Oh right, now he remembered, drawing lots to see who would brave the fan girls and retrieve their schedules. Shin, being the oldest, drew first, followed by Sakuraba. They both drew long straws which meant they were safe and it would be down to either Sena or Ikari to risk their lives and sanity for the sake of friendship. No one, not even the Demon of Deimon Hiruma Yoichi, was safe from the Sakuraba fan girls. If they thought you knew their idol or knew you knew their idol then you would get mobbed, repeatedly, continuously, violently and after each time you felt violated. Taking a deep breath Ikari reached out, grabbed a straw and tugged. It was a long straw and the breath he had been holding escaped in a rush of air and soft jingle. This meant however…..

"I-if I die…..Sakuraba-san can have my mp3 player to save him stealing it every morning for his jog. Shin-san can have my Amefuto books and training notes, along with my rough plays. Everything else goes to Ikari j-just please make sure I have a nice funeral. Coffin, flowers, p-priest, the works."

The three boys who were to remain behind the safety of the wall nodded solemnly. It was a possibility, small due to Senas speed, that he would get caught and killed. He was probably more likely to be killed from a stray Amefuto to the temple thrown by Takami-san but preparations would still be made for both rescue and body retrieval. Sena took a big deep breath and then he was gone, a gust of wind the only thing signalling the boys former presence.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

The panicked scream echoed around the campus and it puzzled Ikari how Senas scream could be so, so, so…..girly. Taking a chance the white haired chain delinquent peered around the corner. Sena had been mobbed and shouts of "It's Sakurabas room mate" or "Where is he?" could just be made out in all the chaos. There was a silken sound as Senas shirt came free from his back in pieces and then he was gone again. Ikari vaguely wondered how the speed demon had been caught in the first place but alas it was another fan girl mystery. The girls gave chase as Ikari watched but this time Sena was just too fast and managed to escape to reception, pick up all four schedules and make his way back. True he occasionally had to stuff himself inside a locker to avoid detection but it was a small price to pay.

Sena handed over the schedules shakily, looking traumatised as hell before placing his back against the wall and sliding down it slowly to sit on the floor.

"Sakuraba-kun.."

Senas voice was breathy and weak, matching his visible trauma.

"You should let them chase you more. Good training for you and less trauma for us."

Ikari and Shin nodded in agreement. Selfish? Not at all….just advising our ace receiver on training and stuff…..honest. Ikari was sure this was going to be an interesting year. All Sena was sure of was that he had weird friends.