Zoisite rush to his own room, ignoring the puzzled or uncertain look from the passing-by. He would have been able to see someone hiding behind the pillar just now only if he wasn't that impetuous to lose his intellect. But…he didn't see anything.
So he thought it was all Nephrite's fault. And he had never found Nephrite such a bloody nasty bastard until just now!
Damn it! He never thought Nephrite would do such thing to him. That auburn-haired star gazer cared about only glory and fame, and alcohol, perhaps. But in conclusion, he had paid no attention to females, even never to the lunar princess who was believed to be the fairest lady of the whole solar system.
But that son of a bitch had done such filthy thing to him, how dare he?
Zoisite's mind was flooded by the fury, and he wasn't aware of what was behind the appearance of the matter.
The feeling was like having swallowed a thousand of flies…and his Kunzite-sama was not by his side, so he must be strong on his own. Thought the young general. But…goddamn, he was too young that could only beat Jadeite who was one year older than him, and his lack of experience became a visible disadvantage on fighting to the tall, strong Nephrite.
He casted his uniform coat which was touched by that bastard just now. He glared at the buttons which had been unbuttoned by Nephrite, and suddenly tore them off angrily. Now the two buttons looked really dirty and humiliated…Anyway, he had a lot of buttons in this shape, Zoisite had to replace them by new buttons, or he would feel sick.
After such work was done, Zoisite felt blank again. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't want to do anything. The boy tried to fight back the urge to burst into tears, and finally he succeeded. At last, he just rolled the uniform on the floor before throwing himself onto the bed, and then dizzily fell asleep.
It was in the forenoon of the following day that Zoisite woke up. He felt hurt since he wasn't lying in a suitable shape last night, and he felt dizzy and giddy, and he intensely hoped that what he remembered about the past day was no more than a nightmare.
However, the new buttons on his uniform showed him the fact that it was completely reality.
Zoisite saw the boy in the mirror. The boy's face was over pale, and his emerald eyes was red and swollen with blood streak inside. That was damn not graceful at all, he had never showed so mess an appearance to anyone, including himself. But he didn't feel like mending his appearance at all.
The pallid youth wandered to his piano and sat down senselessly, before letting off his bad feeling by hitting the piano keys.
When Kunzite was back, he felt an atmosphere of abnormal filling in the palace in the capital city of Elysium. Nephrite who was used to be his well-cooperated fellow warrior seemed to have something unusual to tell him, but every time the astrologist hesitated with scruples.
What was more weird, the ruler of the kingdom didn't came to welcome his triumphant return as the king had promised, instead he was only welcomed symbolically by an imperial envoy. Well, Kunzite didn't really cared, but from that he could conjecture that there must be something that he would not expect—and neither would Zoisite-taking place.
The conjecture was consolidated when he heard that Sailor Venus had had a secret talk with the terror king. He could figure out the necessity of talking to Zoisite as soon as possible.
Kunzite was soon aware that his little sakura wasn't waiting for him in his usually lovely style. When he heard the intense music in a mess, he could tell that something was happening to his little lover, something he would never expect.
Zoisite had never played the piano such violently, thought Kunzite. He hesitated for a while at the locked door of Zoisite's room, and at last he preferred opening the door himself with the reserve key to knocking at the door.
Zoisite didn't realized the newcomer into his room at all. His painfully devoting into the music made Kunzite feel painful, his heart felt hurt for his lover.
The silver-haired man didn't want to disturb the depressed musician, but understanding the mood showed in the melody, he couldn't help stepped towards the copper-haired one and gave him an embrace from the back, and whispered his name by his ears.
The music stopped abruptly, as if it was cut by something in a sudden. Zoisite turned back and saw his beloved teacher, and he suddenly threw himself into the taller one's arms, before burst into tears. Kunzite frowned, and then he sat down, held the boy on his lap.
He did all these without a single word, because he knew words were useless at this moment. Later Zoisite would tell him everything that had happened.
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The author's words: I'm so sorry to say that...tomorrow is going to be a busy day, so I'm afraid that the next chapter would be delayed to...perhaps the day after tomorrow. I'm doing that as quickly as possible. Ah... god, I'm now hating my poor English! But anyway, I'm always trying my best on the interpreting work~