First of these series of fics that was written. I ended up writing them all because I could see Marco as being someone who would woo and court someone and then I wanted to look at how different character would try this... :D

Let me know what you think, or if you have any ideas for other fics in this series! See bottom of chapter for more details...

Marco: Love, Marco

The only thing I care about is winning, Sena.

Sena noticed the change immediately after the game with the Dinosaurs. Many people had come to watch Deimon's practise after school, the whole team had become rather popular, and it wasn't all that surprising when members from opponent teams turned up to scout, Hiruma sent them to do the same thing after all, and it was pretty much accepted by now that if your team was worth anything, your games and practises would be watched at some point. It was an unspoken rule that when you did step onto your opponent's territory outside of any games, you were discreet and even Hiruma stuck to that rule.

Marco didn't. He would stand clearly at the top of the hill overlooking the pitch, the same spot each time he came, and watch them practise until they retired to the club house. Although maybe it was a falsehood to say he watched them practise, as the whole team would testify to the fact that his eyes never left Sena as he moved across the field.

Hiruma had spoken with him in hushed tones the second time he'd appeared, but seemed, not quite satisfied but willing to accept whatever Marco had said in response to his questions. It was another two weeks of constant watching before things changed again.

Sena didn't even need to look off the field to know when, suddenly, Marco stopped watching him mid-practise, he had grown so used to the feel of his eyes following each of his moves, piercing into his skull with their intensity. He didn't appear again for the rest of practise, and Sena opened his locker in the club house only to blush when a large bouquet of flowers fell out into his arms, the words 'Love Marco' on the card clearly legible to Sena, and the rest of the team as they crowded him to see. The blush on his cheeks lasted through the locker-room taunts, the humoured glances as he walked home with the flowers in his arms, and the questions from his mother – to which he had to explain that, no, he had not bought the flowers for a girl, and, no, the Marco who had given him the flowers was a man's name, not a woman's.

The next day he tried to talk to the Hakushu player before practise began, but before he could even manage a word to the taller boy, a spray of bullets around his feet had him running for the pitch in fear.

The same thing happened that day, and he opened his locker to find a box of expensive, hand-made chocolates, with a note similar to the last, the only change being the love heart after his name.

For the next few days Sena tried to talk to Marco, only for Hiruma to chase him away before he could even speak a word. At the same time the list of gifts continued: an expensive watch; two pairs of new trainers – one for turf and the other for grass; and more.

Finally, he opened his locker to find only a single sheet of high quality paper with a time and place written on it before the customary 'Love Marco'. He ignored the catcalls and taunts his teammates sent his way, changing back into his casual wear with a pensive expression on his face.

Marco was already there when he arrived and courteously offered him his arm, producing a deep blush once more as Sena accepted, ignoring the curious looks from passers-by.

They walked several blocks in silence, so many questions running through Sena's mind but he just couldn't manage to verbalise a single one.

It was, perhaps, clichéd when the first word that came out of his mouth was, "Why?" as he looked up at Marco with wide, curious eyes as he chuckled.

"Because you're a winner, and, in anything in life, the only thing I care about is winning, Sena. With you by my side, we'll never be beaten."

He pressed a finely wrapped gift into his hands before tilting the running back's chin up to face him and gently brushing their lips together.

The rest of the team were already on the pitch the next day – having immediately noted Marco's absence – by the time Sena left the changing rooms.

"Hey Sena, where's your ad..." Monta trailed off, staring in shock at the petite male.

It wasn't long before the whole team was staring at him in disbelief as he nervously bit his lower lip and tugged on his shirt – his new, number four Hakushu Dinosaur's shirt, with the words 'Love Marco' scribbled near the bottom.

Fic inspired by the line "The only thing I care about is winning, Sena" only 'Sena' is replaced with 'Maria' – I just prefer it with Sena – in Volume 29, Chapter 252.

Just to clarify, incase this confuses anyone else - Sena is not changing teams, Marco is just being possessive and making him wear his shirt, cause I like to imagine Sena in other team's shirts... Hmmm... maybe that could be a series of ficlets! ^_^

For those interested, this series already has fics written for: Marco, Shin, Agon, Hiruma and Juumonji. More will be written if, as and when my muse for this series returns! If you have any suggestions for fics for certain characters, feel free to leave them in reviews, but I make no promises!

Let me know what you thought! :)