Hey everyone! So it has come to my attention that a lot of people that follow my stuff is mainly for this story…despite the fact it has been completed ages ago…. -_-

Anyway I have decided thanks to sooo many follows on this story I will write an extra! YAY

since there had really only been one request for ShinXSena (thanks random guest person) I have added that too- or tried, you'll see.

I hope you enjoy- please comment/review as I'm really unsure if this is that good. - if you guys like it I may continue a few more extras...

Extra- The F(l)ight to America

Bus ride

For once Sena got up before the alarm rang- yes he was this excited because today everyone will be leaving to America!

It had been a long week since the.. Recruiting Incident and the brunette had only just recovered from the humiliation of it all. Hiruma's smirks and the awkward conversations with the other players didn't exactly help either.

Excitedly he rechecked his luggage (he only needed a few essentials like clothes, toiletries etc) and got dressed in some comfortable dark slacks, sneakers and a nice casual white shirt.

Once satisfied with his appearance he quickly said goodbye to his parents and ran off at light speed to school where he was meeting everyone.

At the front gates of Deimon Highschool was probably the strangest combination of people if you didn't know any better, all with mixed emotions of excitement, boredom, impatience or just plain expressionless. (You know which is which *wink*)

Though there was some chatting going on it was all quite awkward- a lot of strange tension had built up between each other since that week.

However the tension was cut like a hot knife on butter when everyone's ears perked up to hear a familiar sound of light footed running.

"Hey everyone!" At the beautifully smooth sound of the runningback everyone immediately turned toward the source with some level of a smile on their faces- until they noticed the similar reactions of everyone else and promptly glared at their newfound rivals. The small teen finally arrived with his luggage in hand, a little out of breath from the constant speed he forced himself to run.

Everyone who was present let their gaze wander toward the boy who was completely oblivious to the fact that his slacks had begun sticking onto his legs like a second skin emphasizing how toned and shapely they were, while his white shirt soaked with sweat had become almost see-through resulting in everyone to see his heaving, panting ches-

"Holy CRAP- Kakei you are bleeding to the MAX!" Monta shouted unknowingly breaking the moment so all the attention was on the tall linesman much to his embarrassment and everyone else's annoyance. "I-I'm fine." The bleeding teen stuttered silently hoping to die right now... Or to kill the laughing-till-he-was-crying on the ground Mizumachi.

"Sena-kun!" Everyone once again turned to see the kids self proclaimed big sister running towards the group. "Oh dear you're sweating so much! You'll a chill - did you bring a jacket or something?!"

The small teen chuckled softly like tinkling bell chimes. "Mo Mamori nee san I'm fine. By the way..." The runner swiveled his head around looking at the crowd of footballers. "I don't see Hiruma-san?"

As if on cue a black very high class bus pulled up with Hiruma at the doorway smiling maniacally, gun in hand.

"You called fucking chibi?"

Everyone sweat dropped. There were so many questions, which no one asked for fear of the answers.

The girls got their own separate, smaller car much to their delight. Slowly one by one the players boarded the bus - Banba, Ikkyu, Sakuraba, Monta, Kotaro, Tetsuma, Musashi, Gao, Marco, Chuubou, Mizumachi, Kurita, Yamubushi, Otowara, Taka leaving the last few people to board the bus.

Sena went up next and began to board the bus nervously. It suddenly struck everyone there that the person to board the bus next had the highest chance of sitting next to the adorable runningback for the next few hours.

The suitors already on the bus groaned at the realization and of their stupidity. While the remaining looked at their 'competition'- this was not a battle they could afford to lose.

Sena shivered, still midway boarding the bus. 'Maybe I should have changed my shirt- I suddenly felt a strange chill down my spine...'

Kid and Riku glared at each other- well the safety runningback was glaring while the second quarterback gave a more aloof gaze, Akaba strummed his beloved guitar producing a low almost menacing tone eyes narrowed as he did so, Yamato was still smiling but his aura definitely shifted to one of oppressive intimidation, Shin flexed his hands readying himself and Kakei narrowed his eyes- there wasn't much he could do as he was still bleeding; of course by the end he definitely won't be the only one.

Hiruma looked on amused by the scene however his sadistic grin faded as he noticed a certain lack of dreadlocks in the now brawling midst. His lighthearted mood soured as he knew the fucking dreads was definitely up to something and stomped into the bus to sit next to a surprised but pleased Musashi, not feeling the mood to watch the idiots fight over the fucking chibi.

After much hair tugging, trident tackling, guitar hitting, kicking, swearing, scratching and groin-kicking everyone watching held their breath as they all silently bet on who would be the next person to get on the bus.

Finally, a triumphant albeit scratched-up Shin boarded next followed by the scowling, defeated teens. Money was begrudgingly passed to a smiling Sakuraba and Monta who both began dividing the winnings to the max. Monta at first was a little unnerved by everyone's strange obsession with his best friend but everyone were pretty good guys and he would support Sena no matter what. - Plus earning a little extra cash on the side to aid his pursuit for his love Mamori-san MAX helped.

Shin mechanically sat next to Sena with a *thump* and the small rival widened his eyes and pulled off his earphones as he saw the scratches and bruises and... was that a bite mark on the older teen?!

(Riku meanwhile spat out furiously trying to get the taste of blood out of his mouth. Unfortunately for his already irritated captain the runningback was aiming at him.)

"Shin-san are you alright? What happened?!"

The stoic linebacker stared into the younger teens large brown worried eyes, the need to tackle the boy was overwhelming. After he saw his rival in that... Outfit for some strange reason he kept getting this urge to get closer to the light footed brunette. Strange feelings were stirring inside him that he couldn't explain. 'Takami and Sakuraba weren't helpful either as both uncharacteristically scowled at me when I tried to explain these symptoms.'

The raven-haired athlete came back to reality when he felt a warm soft hand on his cheek gently pulling him closer.

Anybody remotely interested in the oblivious running back was practically seething as they strained from their seats to watch the situation. Sena- cute, petite, adorable Sena had his small hands touching the slight bruises/scratches on the stoic linebackers face! The people who were also injured in the process growled filled with raw jealousy- the idea that if they just were one second faster they could have been where Shin is was like rubbing metaphorical salt on their very real wounds. Seriously. That trident tackle could smash a wall at this rate.

Sena being who he was decided to ignore the strange gazes as he (correctly) felt that finding the reason behind the glares would definitely affect his mental sanity. The teen instead was focused on the cuts and injuries of his bus buddy. Frantically he remembered that Mamori nee san used to rub her spit onto his own scratches when he was younger as she insisted that embarrassing as it was the enzymes in saliva helps the healing process. (True fact guys… I think)

'Maybe it will heal faster if I lick the wounds then... I've seen lions and animals do so to the injured on Animal Planet- so it can't be that weird.' The brunette (so SO wrongly) assured himself as he pulled his face closer to Shin's slightly surprised face.

The noticeable rage and killing intent on the bus went up the friggin roof when Sena began to lick a fairly large scratch near the stoic teens lip.

"S-Sena what are you..?" The so-called training obsessed teen uncharacteristically stuttered lost on how to process the current situation. The adorably oblivious brunette stopped his current actions to look into his rival's dark eyes and pouted endearingly "Mo Shin-san stop moving! I'm healing your wounds."

Shin stopped moving. Well it was more as he went completely rigid.

Sena smiled sweetly, happy the usual stubborn teen seemed to follow his order. Timidly he began to lick a fairly large scratch on the strongest linebacker of Japan's neck. The raven-haired teen gasped at the warm wet feel, he could feel his skin burn where he had been touched and a lingering tingles was left. This continued process lasted for a quarter of an hour and was like torture for the socially ignorant athlete who by the end had concluded himself of symptoms such as erratic breathing, flushed face, increased heart rate, tightness in groin and a mixed sense of euphoria and frustration. Yet for some reason he wouldn't mind experiencing the symptoms again.

Too bad everyone else silently swore with all their power to prevent that from happening again.

The other people who were watching had a mix of responses like rage, jealousy, fucking amused or faking ignorance on the whole situation in order to preserve his sanity. The murderous intent laced in their glares went unnoticed by the pair who were now chatting quietly, though many resentfully noticed that Shin was a slight shade redder than before.

Hiruma grinned gleefully writing all these reactions down, (along with some pictures he had secretly taken) in his little black book. His pissed off mood from before faded as he watched highly entertained by the spectacle in the bus. "Kekeke there's nothing I like more than fucking new blackmail material!"

Musashi who was looking out the window bemused raised his eyebrows at the statement.

"Nothing?"

"Fucking Nothin-"

the blond was cut off when out of nowhere the kicker grabbed the teens collar and forcefully pressed their lips together. The quarterback gasped at the slight nibble on his lower lip granting the samurai-like teen access to his mouth, sliding his tongue exploring the hot cavern, deepening the kiss. Before the devilish blond could even reciprocate the action his counterpart pulled away with a smirk.

"Nothing?" He asked again.

Hiruma glared with still flushed cheeks at the smug teen.

Monta really felt over his head today. First he watched Sena do... That... Then faking ignorance he turned back to the front of the bus only to see...

'I did not see that MAX, I did not see that MAX, I did NOT see that MAX!' He screamed internally in his head like a mantra.

This was going to be a long bus ride.