Title: Unexpectedly in Love

Pairing: Seiji/Makoto
Type: Crossover; action/adventure; fantasy
Rating: PG

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Makoto gulped and shifted nervously in her seat. She could imagine his eyes boring flaming holes through the cover of the old leather bound book she held in front of her face. Oh for fuck's sake. He must still be pissed about yesterday. she thought and squirmed in her chair some more.
Well, it had been her fault ... sort of. She had gotten a magazine in the mail and it had different hair styling tips in it. When she asked Seiji if he would help her, he ignored her so...
Eh. He did look cute in those barrettes, though, Makoto smirked a little.
She sighed a little, those barrettes AND the magazine were all stuffed in the wastebasket in their dorm room. Now they were sitting in the back most area of the old and, however valued, least used medical library. It was the weekend, so everybody was out somewhere, everyone except herself and the glaring boy in front of her. He had dragged her to his mothers hospital early in the morning and sat her down, then hadn't done anything, just sat there and stared at her.
Well, that's the bright side. He hasn't tried anything. No death threats, no punches, no nodachi... just glars she admonished herself.
Thinking about that, the girl sweatdropped. This was all the way in the back of the hospital, hell, they had had to cross one of those overpass things to get here. Any sound was muffled, those damn doors were about a foot thick, and nobody ever really stopped by here. She peered cautiously over the top of the old book.
EEP!!
She just as quickly lowered her eyes. Those pale violet ones had met hers, and scared her to death. I am dead! They'll never find my body and, and it'll be weeks before he mentions something to somebody, or maybe they'll smell it first...
Makoto dared another peek at Seiji. This time the boy was staring out the small window. The bit of light from the dimmed light bulb and the window gave his sharp a supernatural glow and made his hair seem golden, rather than blond. She pictured the barrettes in his hair again and giggled in spite of her situation. Then she nearly choked as the noise brought Seiji's full attention to her again. It was strange, the blond didn't seem all that sulky over his hair, as he might normally have been. Makoto's back started aching, signaling that she had been sitting in one position for too long. Hoping to look casual, she stretched, wincing at the cracking noise she heard from her back. After settling back into her chair she yawned.
I'M SO BORED!!! Argh. I was gonna play football with Shuu-kun, Ryo-kun and Touma-kun, or even cook with Shin-kun but nnnnnoooooo. He just HAD to drag me here, then sit me down and watch me do NOTHING!!
Trying desperately to get comfortable, the girl began to ponder the true mysteries of life. For example, how the hell did Shuu and Usagi manage to eat and eat, yet never gain an ounce? Where exactly did the kanji orbs and henshin wands go to when not in use? Or Touma's and Ami's hair, was it really blue? And speaking of hair, just how did Seiji manage to keep his hair so fluffy?
"Makoto."
The single word brought Makoto back to reality. She looked over at Seiji and grinned widely, however nervously. "Well, the great Date Seiji talks, eh?"
Then she froze. His intense pale eyes bored holes through her. Briefly she wondered if she could just run out the door, screaming her head off. Then again, this was Date Seiji, the quickest person in the damn school, not to mention the bearer of the armor Kourin. He'd probably kill her before she got two feet passed him.
"Makoto," he said again.
This time he motioned with a finger for her to come to him. The girl stood up and slowly shuffled over, keeping an eye on the nearest door in hopes of making some narrow escape. But that idea was just as quickly squashed when Seiji pointed to the seat right in front of him. Warily, Makoto leaned against the table, half sitting on it, half not. Suddenly, Seiji stepped in close to her. His hands, freakishly gentle, cupped her face and his eyes stared into hers. Makoto looked deep into his own, not being able to look away.
What is he looking for? Is he trying to find something? she wondered.
For once, Makoto allowed herself to forget that she had ever met anyone she'd called 'sempai' and looked to her hearts content. Seiji's fine blond hair, and bangs that covered one eye, which always stayed in place no matter what. Again, Makoto imagined him in the barrettes and this time, added drag to the picture. The mental picture amused her so that she snorted softly and her lips quirked upwards. She was forced to draw a deep breath as Seiji's... Glare? Intensely unnerving stare? was focused on her lips. She still focused her attention on his eyes and her breathing grew ragged as the boy's look changed from looking for something to something else. Something, distinctly... hungry and predatory.
"Close your eyes."
It was said softly enough, Seiji was never one to waste words, but she had never heard even sempai say something with such... undertones. She obeyed and waited for the results. She felt Seiji's hands grip her face and whimpered softly... which was swallowed as Seiji's mouth settled protectively and posessively over hers. She leaned into the kiss dizzily, thinking Hn. Must be some last wish for the soon to be dead thing and a memory brushed the back of her mind.

///It's hot. Too hot. No, it's COLD! No, hot. No cold. Argh, I don't know anymore!
A light touch on her lips. Confused, she turned away from it, but it followed her. Something cooled her forehead. It felt so good, so right, she gave in and let it stay.///

Makoto shook her head to clear it. What's this?
Seiji paused and opened his eyes to watch the slim girl beneath him. Could she remember? The boy smirked, it didn't matter now. He pulled his hands away from the girl's face and lightly ran them down the length of her long arms. That caused the girl to shiver and press closer to him.
Hn, what have we here? Interesting.
He ran his fingers up her arms this time, then around to the back of her neck. He slowly began to massage the area, moving his fingers gently, almost as if trying to locate something with her permission. Makoto leaned in even closer to the sturdy presence of warmth in front of her. She sighed into Seiji's mouth when he began to massage her back. The blonde's mouth never parted from her's.
Ah well, now at least when I die I'll die a happy woman.
Seiji could feel Makoto go limp in his arms, almost literally melting into him.
Mental note to self: Mako-chan really likes these massages.
He filed that fact away, something for them to do when they had the time. Yeah, nobody ever came to the medical library in the back of the hospital, but the hard linoleum table wasn't the best place for what he had planned for the two of them. As he continued to touch her, something else was triggered in Makoto's memory.

///The feather light touch was cool against her burning skin. Shimatte, she was thirsty! In a cracking voice, she could only manage the words, "Mizu? Onegai."
Who's ever hands those were lifted her and pressed something cold to her lips which she drank, gratefully. A calming hand gently moved over the small of her back.///

Now the hands that massaged her back gently, incredibly enough Seiji's hands, reminded Makoto of when she had been sick from something and the feverish dreams she'd had. In one, a figure had stayed by her and soothed and cared for her.
No way... not Date-Ice-Man-Seiji. she frowned.
But then, Seiji had been there in the morning. So ... Could it have been him?
Seiji broke apart from the kiss slowly and looked down at the girl, narrowing his eyes. He saw the girl frown slightly. Seiji blinked, was he doing something wrong? He itched to shake her and ask her, but no, it was something else that was bothering her. Makoto made some muffled sound of protest and pressed closer to him, snugly fitting her body into his. Her lips sought his.
Well, she's not frowning over anything I'm doing. Could she remember that night?

///He had come back from his last late night class to find his roommate shivering and moaning on the floor. It had been a shock to say the least. Though not extensive, his mother was a nurse and he had picked up a few things from her, which he used to try to help Makoto. Who'd have known that nursing was so ... intimate? He couldn't help but run his fingers over her tempting lips and moving his hands over the sweat soaked skin. Her hair had pretty much fallen out of the pony tail and fell in waves around her face. Seiji knew the fever wasn't too serious, though it wouldn't feel like that to the sick girl, but he couldn't resist touching Makoto to reassure himself of that.///

Again, Seiji smirked. He couldn't resist it. He leaned down by Makoto's ear. "Do you remember?" he whispered.
Makoto blinked her eyes open and found herself cheek to cheek with Seiji.
Holy hell! That dream! "Uh... remember what?" she whispered back innocently.
Seiji moved his face back and placed a feather light kiss on Makoto's forehead. "This... "
Makoto's eyes widened and she gaped at Seiji's neck, not having a proper face to gape at.

///It was just after dawn, Makoto's fever was finally receding. She opened her eyes, squinted against the bright sunlight that bombarded her vision and tried to make out who the figure was that stood over her. The figure moved to block the path of the light, then bent down and placed a feather light kiss on her still warm forehead. Drowsily, Makoto blinked, then closed her eyes and fell asleep thinking what a nice dream it had been.///

Well damn. It WAS Seiji. Makoto stood dumbfounded in the boy's arms. Now this was... interesting? Unexpected? Shocking? Who'm I kidding? This is the weirdest thing that I've had happen to me since I had a crush on an ALIEN! she thought. Heh, who'd a thought? The great rock known as Date Seiji has maternal instincts!
She giggled. And giggled again. And once more for good measure. Okay, lets stop this. You fight youma for a living; you're not supposed to giggle! And he's gonna hurt you if you keep it up, she mentally reprimanded herself.
Seiji scowled at the girl in his arms. He could detect a muffled sound, suspiciously giggle like, coming from her. He grunted a little and held the girl more securely in his arms. It felt so right to hold her like this, even if they had met through an argument and both declared their mutual dislike of the other. He leaned down again to whisper in her ear.
"I never thought I'd say this to anyone. Ai shiteru, Makoto."
He brushed a kiss against the other's lips. Makoto returned the kiss eagerly.