The cool breeze gently blew Jadeite's bangs from his face, while across from him Nephrite glanced up in recognition of the wind. Both of their eyes seemed to be attracted to the display that was just a few feet in front of them. In the hallway there was a petite child being lead to one of the many rooms the castle had to offer, but what really worried the two men was who the child was with.
The child just happened to be the youngest of the Shitennou, a sparkling blonde who Beryl had christened Zoisite. The man who accompanied him happened to be the oldest, a cynical white-haired who had been given the name of Kunzite. If one didn't know about Kunzite's fondness of beauty one would assume that he and the child had bonded to the point of not being ever away from each other. However Jadeite and Nephrite both knew and that was what worried them.
Zoisite was indeed very beautiful, despite only being eleven. It was almost an unspoken rule in the Dark Kingdom that one must fall in love with him at some part during their tragic life. Even Nephrite couldn't deny the fact that he had once desired Zoisite for himself, and even now amongst the hatred he felt for the child there was still some feelings of compassion. Jadeite on the other hand never had a problem with his feelings for Zoisite. After being admired for so long by Tetris he had come to understand what an unrequited love was bound to bring. Only Kunzite was brave enough to act on his attraction, although many were disgusted by the nine year age difference.
As Nephrite and Jadeite watched the pair entered the room all they could think of was what would happen to Zoisite once the door was closed.