Cira crept through the castle quietly in her pajamas. She peeked around the corner to see if anyone was around then snuck out to the courtyard. She sat by the golden colored fountain and stared up at the sky.
"Are you alright out here, Princess," Kunzite smiled down at her.
"I'm fine," she smiled back and tucked her curls behind her ear. Kunzite sat next to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked and tilted his head staring at her. Cira tugged at her pajama shirt nervously.
"You and Zoicite are in love, right?" She finally mumbled. A surprised look plastered itself on Kunzite's face. Cira continued tugging at her shirt.
"I don't know if it's defined as love," Kunzite smiled trying to explain, "all I know is that when I'm with him the world seems like a different place." A soft breeze blew his silver hair in front of his face. He brushed his hair out his face and stared up at the sky.
"He looks like an angel," she thought to herself as a soft smile spread across her face. Kunzite blinked then shifted his stare to her.
"What brought that question on?" Kunzite inquired. Cira shook her head then stood to her feet. Kunzite stood beside her and escorted her back into the palace. They reached her chamber doors and Cira curtsied to Kunzite. He bowed and smiled at her. Later that day she searched the palace for Zoicite.
"Zoicite," Cira called behind him. Zoicite turned around and waved to Cira. "I have a question for you," she smiled and walked alongside of him. "Do you love Kunzite?" Zoicite's face reddened at her question.
"Love is a very strong word," he blushed avoiding her gaze, "I'm not even sure if that's the word for it." Cira walked quietly with Zoicite. "It's more like a consuming fire," he chuckled, "it drowns everything in its wake until there's nothing left." He looked over at Cira and smiled.
"Wait, what?"
"It's like," Zoicite pondered quietly, "when he's with me I feel like there's nothing I couldn't do. Almost like I'm invincible." He smiled and placed his hands over his chest. "It's just different," he laughed a bit uneasily.
"Like crazy and wild when your heart is on fire?"
"Nope," Zoicite smiled and shook his head, "it's calm." He tapped his index finger on his lips. "Like everything is right in the world," he smiled.
"Like the calm before a storm?" Cira questioned. Zoicite nodded and smiled.
"Exactly like that." Cira hugged him and smiled.
"Thanks," she smiled as she left his side and headed toward the palace gate. Zoicite stood in the hallway slightly confused. Cira stood at the palace gate her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the gate. She pushed the gate open and walked out of it. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she whispered to herself.