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When Zoisite came back to my office with a fragrance of roses, I was still lost in thoughts.

My beloved student found my mind wandering, so he stepped to my backside, leaned against my back and circled my neck with his arms while resting his head on my shoulder:"What's wrong with you, Kunzite-sama? You look worried." His voice was soft and more or less comforted me, and he continued: "Are you feeling well, Kunzite-sama?"

"Nothing, Zoisite." I answered before I considered what to answer. "Don't worry, I'm OK." I pulled him in front of him and met his emerald eyes full of solicitude. So I stood up and changed my seat onto the sofa, and let him sit beside me before I caressed his soft curled hair.

I hesitated for a while, considered whether to tell him about what happened just now. I didn't want him to be worried, I preferred to take him under my protection. However, I should admit that this talent boy did better work than me in judging people. What was more important, Zoisite would know it sooner or later, and he would not be happy if he had found that he were avoided to the truth.

"Zosite." At last I decided to tell him, "She came."

The boy raised his head with an expression of not believing…or not willing to believe:"Who came, Kunzite-sama? Who do you mean by 'she'?"

It was an interrogative sentence, but I could tell that he definitely knew the answer, and he was not expecting me either to prove it or deny it, I understood that he was just wanting to let his words out and expecting no answer.

In the end I told Zoisite about what happened during the time he was not in, and he listened to me carefully.

Zoisite didn't reply, he was just keeping silent. I felt guilty for allowing myself mentally off guard and divulged what should be kept safe as a secret. I was about to apologize for that, although I knew apology was the weakest thing at that time.

Yet, he stopped me by putting one finger slightly against my lips before I let the apology out: "Don't, Kunzite-sama, you needn't to apologize." He leaned to my shoulder, grabbed my arm with a smile: "In fact they would discover our secret sooner or later, and it's not your fault." His gaze met mine and he continued as if he could read my mind: "So you needn't to blame yourself."

With these words, a sense of crafty suddenly twinkled in his emerald eyes, and he blushed while saying: "You know what, Kunzite-sama, actually I feel really sweet when I know what you have done. You are always that icy powerful as if you even never had a single weak point, and that figure of a perfect man sometimes makes me feel…distance."

I couldn't help but widened my eyes:"Distance?" I circled my arms round his shoulder, and cuddled his pretty face with my hands:"How did I give you such feeling, Zoisite?" I was feeling a little sorry, for hadn't cared his feeling enough.

"I love you, Kunzite-sama." The boy wasn't aware of my thoughts and just snuggled up to me. "But you are too legendary perfect that sometimes makes me feeling confused about whether I was in a dream…an illusion of my own. However…" He rubbed my hand with his face, "knowing that even a man as powerful and perfect as you may sometimes has a weak point, a change to be off guard makes everything feels truer, such as you, your words, your actions and your love." With these words he suddenly gazed at me again and smiled: "Flaws make reality."

I was taken by the urge to embrace him tightly and kiss him deeply. But before I did that, he wrapped him arms around my waist and added: "Not to mention that you were caring about me, knowing which makes me feel extremely sweet and happy, Kunzite-sama."

"Of course I care about you, Zoisite." I answered gently as he buried his face in my embrace, "There's completely no necessity for you to doubt yourself." Zoisite nodded, and I kissed him.

I'm sorry, Zoisite. I thought to myself. I do love you, but I just don't know how to express my love to you.

"It doesn't matter, Kunzite-sama." The soft, sweet words surprised me, and it took a few seconds for me to notice that I had whispered those word I thought I were thinking quietly aloud between kisses.

"You never say it, and that's what you are like. Sometimes you are even colder than the ice, but whatever, Kunzite-sama," He gave me a considerate smile, "you are the man I love." He finished the sentence and then started another kiss.

Then, no more words were needed.

It was in the afternoon that the royal servant came with the order from the king. When the servant knocked at the door of Kunzite's office the highest-general was dealing with some documents about the information on the Metallia matter collected by the soldiers, and Zoisite was reading a book of high-level magic theory on the other side of the desk.

"Come in." I answered indifferently, usually the orders passed by the servants from the king would be some clichés about tax, meetings or dancing balls that had little to do with me, though I used to follow the orders perfectly as the first-ranked general.

The knocking stopped and the door opened:"Good afternoon, Lord Kunzite…and Lord Zoisite."He added when he saw my student, "Sorry to disturb, but this is a note about a special royal dancing ball from His Majesty to the four royal guardians. Please allow me to hand it…er, them to you, Lord Kunzite and Lord Zoisite."

"What's special?" Asked Zoisite with curiosity while he was receiving the note from the servant. The servant bowed respectfully: "I'm sorry, Lord Zoisite, He Majesty didn't tell us about it, but it is said that there would be very important guests from the moon invited."

Hearing that, Zoisite looked at me with a signal of alert in his eyes, and I kept my glacier-like face:"Thank you for sending us this, now you are dismissed."

After the servant bowed and left, Zoisite turned to me:"I have a premonition of something not good on this, Kunzite-sama, and I don't know why."