Being Behind the Music
Author: Relativistic
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 our interest in the KunZoi pair, and I promise that there is definitely neither illegal nor financial purpose.
The theme of the challenge: Being Behind the Music
The story:
The glorious music of the piano was echoing in the splendid concert hall. All the audiences were devoting in the beautiful music, and they were complete losing themselves in the music.
The stage was decorated with translucent curtain, and the mystery musician was inside. The audience in the front rows might saw faint figure of green full dress and copper curled ponytail, yet the face of the pianist was hiding behind the curtain and the grand piano, with only the music he played flowing out.
Some people said that the mystery pianist must be an Adonis; while some other people believed that the beauty must be in fact a gorgeous lady dressing man's dress. However, nobody really cared about that though they were curious about it, since all the audience were too devoting in the music. It was the intoxicating music that processing them, and the musician behind the music might not really that drawing their attention.
Yet there was one man who acted different. The silver-haired man seemed calm and indifferent. He was like enjoying the music just as what all the others were doing, yet an unusual thoughtful sense was deep in the pair of silver eyes.
When the song ended Zoisite went back to the backstage after answering a curtain call. He was confused as he saw the silver-haired man waiting there. The man's voice was calm and low:"Such an uninhibited music should not be sealed in the cage however magnificent the cage was. And what on earth the cage was from which your music is trying to escape?"
The emerald eyes widened. The expression on the delicate face of the boy was kind of arrogant and biting, but when hearing the older one's words a warm smile appeared on his delicate face. He reached out to shake hands with the man in front of him:"You are like reading my mind, sir. You are my soul mate, my name is Zoisite."
The ice in the silver eyes melted, and the icy expression softened. The man held the pale, slender hand with his own strong one and answered:"Call me Kunzite."
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