Chapter 47: Kunzite's Evil, Kids, Don't Get Married At Fifteen
Warning: Naughtiness
[Kunzite and Zoi flee the chamber and dart into a long corridor.]
Zoi: What's wrong? Why are they attacking us?
Kunzite: Nothing's wrong. This is normal. The ceremony is over, so now they want to collect their souvenirs.
Zoi: You mean the pins in my hair?
Kunzite: [looks back at him in admiration] Trouble is if they catch us they might collect your hair as well, and maybe even your entire head.
Zoi: And this is normal?
Kunzite: If one or both of us are killed in the post wedding melee, it's a sign it wasn't meant to be.
Zoi: A fairly definitive sign I'd say.
[There is a crashing noise in the distance. Kunzite looks back in alarm and tugs Zoi along down a corridor toward a staircase.]
Kunzite: You need to pull the pins out of your hair and throw them to the guests.
Zoi: What? I have to throw things?
Kunzite: Is that a problem?
Zoi: Of course it's a problem! You've seen me try to play sports!
[Zoi looks back and sees the monsters are catching up. Zoi's fairly certain he's going to die.]
Kunzite: [looks back past Zoi at the silhouettes of the approaching stampede and gives him a sharp tug] Zoisite! We have to run!
Zoi: I am running!
[Kunzite stops abruptly. He turns to Zoi, throws him over his stony shoulder, and runs up the staircase.]
[Zoi laughs. Not only because it's fun to ride up the stairs on Kunzite's shoulder like that, but also because being carried like that makes it easy to pull all the pins from his hair and toss them to the monsters.]
[At last they reach a door and enter a room. Kunzite sets Zoi down and bars the door behind them. Zoi breathes a sigh of relief, until he turns and sees the large black bed.]
[Zoi goes completely white in the face]
Zoi: [looks around nervously] There are no photographers in here, are there?
Kunzite: Of course not. This is our private bedchamber.
[Zoi is gripped by a sudden irrational terror, a hundred times more intense than when he was certain he was going to die.]
[Kunzite pulls Zoi close and kisses him. Zoi does not kiss him back.]
[Kunzite gives Zoi a questioning look but Zoi doesn't say anything, so Kunzite tries to kiss him again. Zoi moves his head away.]
Kunzite: You're scared, aren't you?
Zoi: [looks away] I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I really wanted to do it before, but now I don't.
[Kunzite fights a smile. He understands the situation better than Zoi does. Zoi wanted to do it before because he's passionate and spontaneous by nature. He's cooled off, since all the romance had been replaced by ceremony and obligation.]
[Kunzite knows Zoi will come around again soon enough. It would simply be a matter of keeping his own impulses in check until Zoi's hormones have a chance to kick back in.]
Kunzite: We won't do it. Not tonight.
Zoi: No?
Kunzite: Tonight I just want to lie next to you. Share a bed with you. If I can, I'd like to hold you until you fall asleep in my arms. Would that be ok?
[Zoi nods and gives him a relieved smile.]
[Kunzite kisses him. Gently and chastely, at first, but with gradually increasing passion. Only when Zoi starts initiating kisses of his own does he reach for Zoi's sash to unwrap his kimono so he can caress the sides of his body.]
Zoi: [red faced and breathless] I've changed my mind again.
Kunzite: Oh, about what?
Zoi: [smiles shyly] I want to do it.
Kunzite: [grins] Very well, if you insist. [He dims the lights to preserve Zoi's modesty as he peels away his kimono.]
[The next morning. Zoi's bed. Zoi is sleeping in Kunzite's arms while Kunzite is facing the door, keeping an eye out for Zoi's father.]
[Kunzite knows he's gone too far. He is sick with regret. His romance with Zoi was the one truly good thing in his entire existence and he had to go and ruin it. He has a terrible feeling his regret will be nothing compared to Zoi's.]
[His only comforting thought is that when he carried a sleepy Zoi back to his own bedroom, Zoi begged him not to leave. So Kunzite crawled into Zoi's bed with him and held him through the night.]
[Eventually the muted light of a cloudy morning filters through the window. Zoi moans and rolls on his side]
Zoi: [sits up suddenly] Oh! [Looks under the sheet as if to confirm he's not wearing anything. Then gives a startled look at Kunzite and his bare torso.]
Kunzite: Good morning.
Zoi: Kunzite! You stayed!
[Zoi throws his arms around him, and for a moment, Kunzite is frozen. Stunned by his enthusiasm.]
Kunzite: [Rubs his back] Of course I stayed.
Zoi: [resting his head against Kunzite shoulder] I thought it was a dream.
Kunzite: How are you feeling?
Zoi: [winces] It stings like a bitch.
Kunzite: [pets his hair] Sorry about that. I told you it would hurt.
Zoi: [shrugs and smiles] To be perfectly honest, I didn't mind the blinding pain too much. It distracted me from the intense discomfort.
Kunzite: You hated the discomfort more than the pain?
Zoi: I hated the discomfort a lot more than the pain.
Kunzite: That's a good sign actually. The discomfort will stop happening pretty quickly.
Zoi: What about the pain? How long until it doesn't hurt?
Kunzite: What makes you think it will ever not hurt?
[Zoi gives Kunzite a dubious look. kunzite gives him a stern nod.]
Kunzite: So…are you having any regrets?
Zoi: [gives a contented sigh and puts his arms around Kunzite's neck] Regret making love to you? I can't think of anything I could possibly regret less.
Kunzite: [smiles] Does that mean you'd be willing to do it again some time?
Zoi: How about as soon as possible?
[Zoi kisses Kunzite and Kunzite kisses him back with even greater passion.]
Kunzite: What's that down there?
Zoi: What do you think it is?
Kunzite: I think it's a sign you like being married to me.
Zoi: I think it's a sign I love being married to you.
Kunzite: Well let's see if we can find a use for it.
[They go back to kissing and get so carried away they don't notice the door opening.]
Chief Midori: Son, are you awake? It's time we had that talk. WHOA!
[Zoi shrieks and hides his head under the covers]