The rest of the journey was in silence, and as Kunzite suspected, Zoisite lead them back to the brothel. He unlocked the door and held it open for Kunzite to follow.

The entrance was set up as a living room, couches and armchairs lined the walls, and there were several women sitting. Seeing that Zoisite had come home with more than just groceries, one of the girls got up and took the bags, while the others looked Kunzite over from top to bottom, and not without a hint of jealousy.

"Wow..." one of them whispered.

"Shh!" another hissed back.

Kunzite ignored them for the most part and watched Zoisite. He spoke to an older woman, probably the madam. Kunzite heard mention of the man that he had found harassing Zoisite, but everything else was rather hushed. After a moment, Zoisite gestured to Kunzite, and he followed Zoisite to the back of the home, and then up the stairs.

Zoisite opened the door to one of the rooms upstairs and held the door open for Kunzite, before following him in and locking the door behind them.

The room was rather simple. A large, king sized bed with green silk sheets, matching curtains, which Zoisite drew once inside. A few lamps lined the walls, and those were turned on. Kunzite noted the sakura blossom design on the lamp. It looked like the room had been designed around him, and it probably was. A small round table was also in the room, and two wooden chairs were set at it as well.

Zoisite himself wore very simple clothes. From what Kunzite could tell, his clothing was a bit more expensive than average for this area, but it would probably be expected that he look good, even when outside and not working. He wore plain brown pants, which were tighter than Kunzite was used to seeing on him. Designed to show off his rear, obviously. A looser fitting white shirt, a few buttons open on the front, tucked into his pants as well, and simple brown shoes.

As Kunzite looked at him, he couldn't take it any more. He walked over to Zoisite and wrapped his arms around him, crushing his lips into Zoisite's.

Never before had Zoisite ever pushed him away.

"As you heard before, I take my money up front," he said. His expression showed disappointment.

"Excuse me?" Kunzite asked. Of course he knew what Zoisite was talking about, but somehow it was difficult for Kunzite to take, having Zoisite try and charge him for sex.

Zoisite pulled his hair out of the ponytail he wore, the golden curls falling around his face. He brushed some of them away and then gestured to the table. "Just put the money on the table. Fifty for a quick blow job, a hundred if you want my ass," he paused for a moment and twirled a lock of his hair around a finger. His face took on a sultry look as he looked Kunzite over slowly, "and three hundred for the whole night, or as long as you can last."

Kunzite looked away, he hated this. How many men had Zoisite brought up here? One a night? Two? Over two years, that was far to many men for Kunzite's comfort. But it wasn't that he was turned off by Zoisite now, it was just what he had done. He would never have fallen to this if he had his memories. "You don't remember me at all, do you?"

Kunzite looked back at the man that had once shared his bed each night. Zoisite's face had frozen for a moment, but then he shook his head. "I've never serviced you before," he said.

"I mean before you started doing this."

Again, Zoisite paused, trying to figure out what to say. Kunzite continued to press forward, for some reason, Zoisite was hiding his 'amnesia'. "It's been two years since you lost your memories, am I right?"

He wasn't talking now. Zoisite was studying Kunzite, trying to figure him out.

"I hate seeing you like this, doing this..."

"These is nothing wrong with making a bit of money," Zoisite snapped back. "Especially if it's something I happen to be very good at."

There was nothing to argue there, Kunzite remembered all too well how good Zoisite had been in bed. "Well then, if you don't remember me, then I have no reason to be here." Kunzite turned and went for the door. Maybe he could come up with another plan to get Zoisite back, maybe his memory would return eventually, but for now, Kunzite couldn't stand it any more.

He got as far as turning the door knob when Zoisite stopped him. "Wait!"

Kunzite paused and waited, refusing to look behind him for the time being.

"Do you really know me?"

He turned and looked over at the man. "I do."

Zoisite looked so hopeful for a moment, but the expression was lost soon after. "Look, I don't know how you found out about my memory problems, but you are hardly the first person to try and sweep me off my feet and take me home. Granted, it's the first time someone has tried before sleeping with me..."

Kunzite turned away from the door and approached Zoisite. He wanted to touch him, and he feared that Zoisite would stop him, but still Kunzite brushed his fingers through the coppery locks. Much to his relief, Zoisite let him. He wanted Zoisite to remember on his own, but he couldn't help himself. Kunzite needed to say these things. "The last time I saw you, you were dying."

Zoisite was confused. "What do you mean?"

Kunzite shook his head. He couldn't explain the details. "When I figured out that you were still alive, I had to find you, and I looked for two years. And here you are, and you're... you're doing this."

Zoisite looked down for a moment. "Look, if what you are saying is true, then I do want to know more about myself, but... I need some kind of proof..."

Proof? Kunzite could think of nothing that he had that would prove what he was saying. The picture of the two of them that they had had in the Dark Kingdom would have been perfect, but Kunzite had nothing from that time. The Dark Kingdom has been destroyed by the Ginzuishou.

An idea came to him then, and Kunzite could hardly believe what he was doing, but it was the only thing he could think of. He did have money on him, and slowly he drew the required funds from his pocket and put it on the table. Zoisite's gaze followed his and then looked back at him quizzically. "I'll prove it to you," Kunzite replied. "I know everything about you."

Zoisite looked back at the table again. Three hundred, a whole night. He nodded and stepped away from Kunzite for a moment. "I'll need a minute to get ready. Is there anything you want me dressed in?"

Kunzite shook his head. "You only need to be naked."

Zoisite gave a small smile. "I'll be back in a moment."

Zoisite left and went into an adjoining room. Kunzite took a look around again. He was still wearing his shoes, so he kicked those off and left them at the door. Uncertain as to how long Zoisite was going to take in getting ready, Kunzite sat at the foot of the bed and waited. Regardless of how many men Zoisite had 'serviced', none of them would know his body as well as Kunzite. No one could. Kunzite had been Zoisite's first, and until they had been parted in the Dark Kingdom, the only person he had ever slept with.

Kunzite remembered that innocence Zoisite had back in the Golden Kingdom, back when they had hidden their relationship from everyone with as much caution as possible. Even before their prince had announced the betrothals.

The door opened and Kunzite looked up. Zoisite stepped out of the second room, dressed only in a sheer green night robe. Desire was immediately lit in Kunzite. He completely forgot that, technically, he was paying for this. "You're beautiful..."

Zoisite was taken aback by the comment. Had this been the first time any of his customers had told him that? "Th... thank you."

Kunzite stood up and Zoisite made his way over. Kunzite wasted no time in pulling Zoisite in close and kissing him deeply. His hands ran down Zoisite's back, over the fine material that covered his thin frame. His tongue slipped inside Zoisite's mouth to explore long lost familiar territory. It had been a thousand years, but Kunzite remembered every inch of Zoisite's body.

It was a dream come true to have Zoisite back in his arms, to share the intimacy that they had once taken for granted. Kunzite's need to have Zoisite back again drove him to explore every inch of the younger man's body. He would seek out every sensitive and erogenous zone that Zoisite had and prove that they had indeed once been lovers.

Kunzite draped his arm over Zoisite's chest and nuzzled his face into Zoisite's neck and hair. "You said my name," he commented after their love making.

"Kunzaito-sama..." Zoisite repeated. "You called me Zoisaito."

"It is your name, but what name to you go by now?"

"The girls called me Izou."

"Then continue to use that name," Kunzite explained, "our true names are not met with much... acceptance."

"I don't understand."

"Just don't tell anyone that I call you Zoisaito."

There was a pause in their conversation as they continued to lie quietly together, one Zoisite eventually broke.

"What's name to you go by then?" Zoisite asked.

"Saitou Kunikiyo."

Zoisite nodded and then sighed quietly. "I'm so tired..." he said, fatigue in his voice as well.

Kunzite understood and began to push himself up. "I'll leave you to sleep then."

"I sleep in the next room, and I have to clean up here first."

"Let me help you then."

Zoisite shook his head, "no, you don't have to."

"I want to."

There was no further argument, and the two of them stripped the bed down. A second set of matching sheets took the place of the first ones, and Zoisite carried the dirty sheets into the adjoining room. Kunzite followed him and found the Zoisite's sleeping quarters were far less luxurious. The bedroom and bathroom together were barely even half the size of the main room. The bed was a single, dressed in plain cotton sheets. A closet, filled with what Kunzite figured would be outfits to match as many imaginable fetishes as possible.

Zoisite deposited the sheets in a laundry hamper. "I'll do the laundry in the morning," he said.

Kunzite walked up to him and ran his fingers through the sweat-damp curls on Zoisite's head. "You can stop doing this," he said. "That was proof enough, was it not?"

Zoisite looked up at him was a worried expression. He nodded slightly and bit his lip as he looked away.

Kunzite realized then that it would not be a simple matter of telling his boss that he was finished working here. It wasn't exactly an industry that Kunzite was familiar with, but Zoisite was a rarity indeed, and not one someone would want to give up easily. He decided it might be best to let the matter rest for now. "Get some sleep," he said, walking Zoisite over to the bed. "I'll come back tomorrow."

Zoisite's expression brightened immediately. "That would be wonderful."

Kunzite smiled and pulled the sheets down, and then pulling them back up and over Zoisite's body. He leaned down and kissed him softly before turning to leave the room and gather his clothes.

"Wait!" Zoisite called after him. "Your money. I can't take it."

Kunzite turned and returned to Zoisite's side. "If you need the money, you can have it. How much are you expected to give to the madam?"

"Fifty percent."

Kunzite nodded. "Is there anything you need?"

Zoisite shook his head. "No, Mama-san does take good care of us. I'll be fine."

"When should I come by tomorrow?"

"The sooner the better," Zoisite replied. "We open the doors around nine usually, and it's first come first served."

Kunzite understood what he meant. "I'll be here early then."