Feelings Unexpected

Disclaimer: I do not own Magic Knight Rayearth or its characters or settings. It belongs to CLAMP.

Note: This story does not contain any extremely inappropriate material. It\'s definitely not family-friendly, but it\'s pretty light and, though barely, somewhat fluffy. I know, the pairing is odd - but it\'s fun to write about my two favorite characters together!

Contains: Brief mild language, sexuality

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Umi opened her eyes. She was lying on a damp black brick floor, in a chamber that was the same on all the walls (And supposedly the ceiling). How she had gotten here, she did not know. But she did know that this wasn\'t the right place to be. For one, she was seperaed from Hikaru and Fuu. Second, the place had a forboding air about it.

The last thing she remembered had been combining her powers with those of the other two, and shattering the mirror that hid Zagato\'s lair. Wait...that was it! She had somehow wound up in his fortress!

Her only option was to get out - otherwise, she\'d be dead. Or perhaps she could find and rescue Princess Emeraude...she looked down. Nope, the glove that her sword could emerge from had disappeared.

\"Damn!\" she said aloud. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands. If anyone heard her...it would all be over.

She heard footsteps coming toward her. And then...there he was. Zagato. Judging by the absence of any visible outer clothing besides a cloak, he hadn\'t been prepared to battle.

Umi stood up and raised her fists in a feeble attempt at proving that she would defend herself if need be. However, some unexplainable force knocked her back to the ground again.

Zagato walked toward her slowly. He bent down and said simply, \"You\'re wounded.\" He touched Umi\'s cheek lightly, and she tried to draw away, but she saw that when he pulled his hand back, there was indeed quite a bit of blood on it - Umi\'s own blood.

\"I-i-i-i-It\'s j-j-just a sc-sc-scratch,\" Umi stammered, her voice nearly giddy from nervousness.

\"If you\'re going to lie, at least do it well,\" Zagato snorted. He turned and began to walk away. Umi considered making a rather reckless smart-alecky comment (As she always managed to do so well), but resisted the urge.

Zagato snapped his fingers as if summoning a servant. \"Are you coming or not?\" he snapped.

Umi stepped back in surprise, but decided it wouldn\'t matter much where she died, and followed him out of the chamber and down a long hallway, and into a room that was much more like a sanctuary than any other place in the castle. For one thing, everything was clean.

Zagato quickly assembled a makeshift cloth bandage and placed it on the gash on Umi\'s face. \"There,\" he said, stepping back as if admiring a piece of art, \"It shouldn\'t be much trouble as it heals. But...there is a favor I must ask you...\"

\"I could care less about a stupid bandage,\" Umi spat, \"Do you think I\'d do anything for YOU, anyway? Ridiculous thought.\"

\"Ah, but you might like it,\" Zagato \'compromised.\'

Umi drew in her breath. \"What...?\"

Zagato walked toward her and pressed his mouth against hers. When she gasped in shock and surprise, he took the oppurtunity to insert his tongue into her mouth. Reluctantly and slowly, Umi did the same. He\'d probably kill her if she didn\'t do this, so she decided to do what he wanted...no matter what that was.

A warm feeling erupted inside Umi, a feeling of comfort and pleasure. She closed her eyes, and felt Zagato\'s hands unbuttoning her blouse and caressing every patch of skin he uncovered...

And somehow - it wasn\'t clear in Umi\'s memory - they wound up on the floor, with Zagato on top of her, seeming surprisingly weightless. It was then that Umi truly came to terms with the fact that she was a virgin. Would that all end soon? Would she be deflowered by her own nemisis?

They continued their ritual, exploring the backs of each other\'s molars and occasionally letting their tongues entwine. Umi was topless now, and Zagato hastily pulled off her bra. He cupped her breasts, never breaking the kiss...

Umi became aware of one of Zagato\'s hands pulling down her skirt and exploring between her legs, and it became exactly clear to her how wrong this was. Not only was this her foe, she, a fourteen-year-old girl, was making love to a grown man. She wondered if she could ever live it down.

Zagato brought his hand back up and began to move his mouth down to where his hand had just recently been, and Umi tried as hard as she could to try to block out the sense of touch. This was starting to become complete torture...

And suddenly, it was over. Zagato pulled himself back up and lay beside Umi, and Umi finally relaxed and rested her head on the floor. She was dimly aware of Zagato\'s arms around her.

This was really the end. However, she was starting to have thoughts she never knew or expected she would...she had liked that. Everything that had just went on, she had liked. Was that part of growing up? Perhaps. Was it natural? Almost certainly. She could only wonder...but there was a bigger question:

Was this what love was like? Granted, if it was, it would be twisted, having an abrupt start, and completely wrong. But she didn\'t care anymore. Now she was only concerned about her own life, and not what others thought. Sure, it would be hard for her to keep a secret and balance her Earth-inhabiting and Cephiran lives. But she would handle it.

Because that was how life was.