Price
Author: Jadeite
Translate: MoonlightOutsider
Disclaimer: Sailormoon is the property of Takeuchi Naoko, Kodansha and Toei Animation. All characters, settings etc. are used without permission. This is a fanfiction of Sailor Moon, for the interest of both the author and the translator in the Dark Kingdom and the Shitennou, and there is definitely neither illegal nor financial purpose.
The story:
Sakura petals floated, sakura petals fell, sakura petals covered the ground. Sakura rained piece after piece, as if burying the whole world in a faint rosy dream.
"My last wish is…to die beautifully."
One piece.
"Am I pretty, Kunzite-sama?"
Two pieces.
"I loved you, Kunzite-sama…"
Three piece.
The silver-haired man held the copper-ponytailed boy closer, as if he has a lot to say, as if what he wanted to say were even more than all the words he had said since he was born.
However, he only murmured at last, with his voice as slight as a whisper.
"Zoisite…"
The deep voice was like a thin piece of ice, cold and clear, too fragile to face even a lightest touch.
Yet, when his sigh was caressing the pretty face of Zoisite as soft as a feather, he saw the boy opened his emerald eyes.
It was all in a sudden that the silver-eyed man was completely shocked. Before he could react, a slender pale hand touched his handsome face.
"I was still alive, Kunzite-sama! I was joking just now."
With these words, a graceful, charming smile appeared on that delicate face, on which there was still tears.
Kunzite tightly held his recovered lover. He had something to express, but his throat was too dry to let out a single syllable. As a result, he kissed his lover instead.
The silver-haired tennou gently held the rosy lips which were so familiar to him with his own. The fragrant of the rose tasted so sweet, that he was completely drown into the charming and gentle react of the younger one.
However something must be wrong.
The weird feeling was dim and faint, but it was there.
Unexplainably the soul of the man shivered.
NO!
Kunzite felt his heart filled with horror, which haunted him like sea serpents. His kiss became more and more thirsty. Zoisite's pale hands slowly approached his lover's first button, which was usually unbuttoned, before caressed the older man's collarbone, as if he was encouraged by the passion of his beloved mentor.
The silver-haired man lost all his patience when being touched like that. He didn't even bothered using magic, instead, he tore the pretty boy's suit directly.
Kunzite was awakened by a flood of white light flashed through his mind.
No rosy fragrance at all, he was completely alone. He was rounded by nothing but only the deep, thick darkness, which made the air stagnant. And all he had experienced just now were no more than a dream.
Yet he bed was a mess, not to mention there was still sense of lewdness in the air. All these were forcing him to remember how vivid his dream was.
He could see the smile on the delicate face of the boy in his dream on the bed table. However, he was clear that however he stared and called, the photo would not response, even if a single sight, or simply an expression.
And all Kunzite could do was to seal the sweet dream in his deepest heart. Hence, when he appeared in front of anyone of the Dark Kingdom, the others would only see a cold, powerful and merciless ice king—Kunzite—as usual.
Kunzite was checking the documents on the desk sitting in his office, while listening Jadeite's mission report at the same moment. Jadeite was carrying a pile of documents and a thick notebook speaking something seriously, Kunzite seemed to be carefully with his stony expression perfectly wearing on his face.
However, he had in fact no idea about what exactly the blond was talking about.
The silver sights had stayed on the white-skinned face for quite a time, and Kunzite was a little lost in his thought.
The dream he had last night was still vivid in mind, and the figure of the blond in front of him was like fading. He was so alike to Zoisite his beloved boy, and their shadows slowly and faintly superposed each other.
Not long ago Nephrite and Zoisite had dead one after another. The brain-washing of the new general Endymion was not as effective as expected. He could hardly finish any missions successfully except on the bed of Her Majesty.
And that was why Beryl released Jadeite, who was the former King of Illusion, from the eternal sleep with anger.
However…
"Kunzite, take your youma with you. He is yours from now on."
Jadeite was shocked:"But, Queen Beryl-sama…"
"No question!" Beryl's sharp voice broke through the air mercilessly, "Jadeite, I am so merciful that I liberated you from the eternal sleep, but it doesn't mean your mistakes in the past are forgiven! Listen, if only you succeed as Kunzite's youma could you back to your place as the king of Illusion; failure would lead both your body and your soul to dirt, and you will completely disappear from the universe! Clear?"
Bang!
It was the truncheon with a black crystal ball on the top knocking on the floor heavily.
"…as you wish, Queen Beryl-sama."
A dim memory bothered Jadeite that he thought he was about to say something at the moment he was frozen, but he could not figure out what exactly it was. All he could do was to bent timidly, followed the silver-haired man submissively, got use to his new identity as a common youma.
As soon as youma Jadeite finished the first part of the first point of the first main point of his report had he found Kunzite staring at him with those silver sights almost froze.
"Kunzite-sama? Are you…what are you thinking?" Jadeite asked unsurely after a few seconds' hesitate.
Kunzite was suddenly pushed back to reality. No sooner than he heard Jadeite had he noticed his thoughts wandering. He moved back his sights from the younger one without leaving a trace, before he asked back coolly:"Anything of your business?"
Jadeite was taken aback, for a while he didn't know what he could say as an answer.
"I have something else to deal with, leave the rest of your report to tomorrow." Kunzite ordered before Jadeite thought out an answer.
Although taken aback by the stony, cold voice, Jadeite answered straightly:"Hai, Kunzite-sama." And then he stepped out of Kunzite's office still submissively.
He saw Kunzite buried his face in his both hands.