What I wrote to audition for Kunzite. The setting is in modern day Tokyo, where the senshi and shitennou have no memories of their past lives. In consequence, the senshi and shitennou keep having nightmares of their previous existences.


Kunzite made a large sweep of the club with cold, bored eyes.

How had he ended up sitting on a coach in the corner of Tokyo's famous club, Rosebud again?

Kunzite's eyes landed on three men in the middle of the dance floor.

Right. Tonight was supposed to be something about a 'men's night out.' Kunzite kept his face smooth as ice as he rolled his eyes mentally.

Kunzite's eyes went to the crowd, studying carefully. It was dangerous here, even though the professors had done their best to not look like their usual teacher-selves, the chance that a student would recognize them was high. However, when the idea to go to and release some pent up tension was presented to him, he couldn't say no to the other three.

He and his roommates had been going through a bit of a rough patch lately and Kunzite could almost physically feel their need to go and just not be themselves for a night.

He allowed himself a small sigh and put the thoughts of dreams and the peculiar feeling of something missing into a small space in the back of this mind. The sight of flowing blond hair briefly shocked his vision quickly followed by a wafting fragrance of honeysuckle.

He hurriedly stuffed that into the small space that was reserved for these thoughts as well. Kunzite preferred his forgetting-method of self-discipline rather then the method his roommates were currently participating in.

Kunzite watched them with a careful eye as they enjoyed themselves on the dance floor. It's not that Kunzite didn't believe that they couldn't take care of themselves; he just felt an unrelenting need to make sure nothing happened to them. Especially on a night that they so desperately needed.

Kunzite considered the relationships that he and his roommates had. The oddity in which they found themselves was one thing to ponder over but the way their relationships worked was another. When had they started proposing ideas to Kunzite for his approval? When did Kunzite become the head of their strange family?

Kunzite closed his eyes; he could feel a headache coming on. He allowed himself to massage the bridge of his nose. He always seemed to get a headache when he tried to dissect any thoughts pertaining to the four of them. Before he had a chance to stuff these thoughts into their respective spaces in his head, he felt a presence approach him.

Kunzite spotted the hand reaching for him before it managed to grab hold of his arm. He had his hand around the others wrist, squeezing tightly, before the other even had time to think.

The clearly intoxicated woman let out a yip of surprise. Kunzite briskly checked the stranger for any type of threat.

Kunzite forced himself to relax when he realized it was just a safe little bar rat, out for her usual Friday night fix.

Kunzite found her eyes as she looked at him with eyes that held a bit of terror but glazed over from her state of inebriation. He allowed a smirk settle onto his face as he loosened his grip on her wrist. He made the smirk look as carefree as he could, but an iciness was still prevalent on his handsome face.

He tugged her arm causing her to ungracefully fall into his lap. The bar rat looked up at him with a question in her eyes. Cold eyes shut as he pasted a pleasant look upon his face.

Maybe it was time for a different type of forgetting.