Prompt: Breaking Down
Character: Kunzite
He was free.
Kunzite didn't know if he meant himself or if he meant Zoisite, but damn it, he was free.
The minute the small king's body had faded away, Kunzite's grief, crushing in its short burst of life, had lifted. It had been as simple as a teleport –one more event in the course of the day.
He was so relieved and elated that he could have laughted. How simple! Zoisite had simply gone, and he would be back …when?
A few silent moments.
A dark bare room that held only one energy signature. A thousand corners and grottos that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of keeping two poison green eyes just out of his line of vision.
No more blossoms.
When Prince Endymion, newly instated consort of Her Majesty the Queen Beryl-sama, reported for his first session of training, he had better sense than to ask who had destroyed Kunzite's entire audience chamber and for what reason.