[Scene: Mamoru is kissing Zoi in his bedroom. Zoi tries to pull back, but he's balancing at a weird angle and Mamoru has his arms around his neck. It take a while for him to struggle away and work his way loose]

[Zoi scrubs his mouth with is his hand]

Mamoru: [laughs hysterically] You should see the look on your fa-

[Zoi hauls off and slaps him as hard as he can across the face.]

Zoi: You jerk! That's not funny!

[He summons a sword made of crystal and intends to stab Mamoru to death, but stops because Mamoru is crying into his pillow again]

Mamoru: [sobbing] I'm sorry! That was wrong! I shouldn't have done that!

Zoi: You're damn right you shouldn't have done that! If you weren't delirious with fever, I'd kill you right now!

Mamoru: [sobbing] I'm sorry!

Zoi: Sorry doesn't cut it! [walks away] You know, I was going to wait around here until your aunt came back, but just for that, you can die alone for all I care!

Mamoru: [sobbing] I'm sorry.

Zoi: Oh, shut up.

[Zoi goes into the kitchen. He considers just teleporting away, but then realizes it wouldn't be fair to Mamoru's aunt if he left without giving her a fair warning of her nephew's demented state.]

[He sits down to write a tersely worded note, but notices the paper is sticky with a thin sheen of blood.]

[He only touched his shirt with one finger, so he couldn't have gotten that much blood on it. He looks at his hand and it is caked with blood, though there is no visible sign of injury.]

[Zoi worries he hit Mamoru harder than he thought he did.]

Zoi: Mamoru?

[Then a fat drop of blood hits the paper with a splat. Followed by another, and then another.]

[He's bleeding. His lips sting like he's had acid poured on them, and he's starting to taste blood. He reasons that he probably cut himself with his ring when he rubbed his mouth. Zoi goes into the bathroom to look in the mirror.]

[Sure enough, his mouth is torn and bloody. There is no way he should be hurt that badly over a scratch. What is even more omnious is that the is a circle of blood on his t-shirt has grown. Before it was a round circle. Now about a quarter of his shirt is complete drenched with red.]

[It doesn't make any sense. Zoi doesn't remember being injured. And even if he was, between his advanced healing, and the protection spells the other Shitennou threw on him, he should be getting better instead of worse.]

[Zoi mind is starting to fill with terrifying thoughts. He's not as bad as he thinks. It can't be as bad as he thinks.]

[With trembling fingers he pulls down the neckline of his t-shirt where the bloodstain is. Beneath it is a festering wound so deep, Zoi can see the white of his ribcage.]

[Zoi dissolves into a burst of flower petals, then reappears in his own bathroom. He instantly regrets it. The slight burning pain he felt has now spread throughout his entire body.]

[Zoi staggers over to the mirror and turns on the sink. The bleeding has gotten a lot worse and his skin is starting to sparkle. He's seen that sparkling before, when a pool of his blood was evaporating. A pool of blood nowhere near the proximity of his body. He doesn't understand it. He's a Shittenou. His body should be healing itself. Instead, it's disintigrating.]

[It's as if Mamoru's kiss is eating away at him like acid.]

[Which made no sense. Unless...]

[Kunzite]

[Kunzite once told Zoi he wouldn't feel bad about killing him if Zoi cheated on him with Mamoru. Clearly, Kunzite thinks this qualifies as cheating.]

[Zoi backs away from the mirror in tears. It's all a misunderstanding. A horrible, horrible misunderstanding. He wants to call Kunzite. To explain what actually happened. But what if Kunzite doesn't want to hear his excuses?]

[Or worse. What if Kunzite realizes it was a mistake to curse him, but he can't reverse it?]

[When a Shitennou dies, he can never be brought back to life. That would be a terrible thing to burden Kunzite with.]

[A wave of dizziness passes through Zoi. His vision blurs and his legs give out from under him. He grabs items that go crashing to floor before he collapses. The tiles feel cool and soothing against his burning face.]

[He is only vaguely aware of the door opening behind him.]

Chief Midori: Movie over alread-Zoi, are you ok?

[Zoi just lies there, enjoying the feel of the cool tile against his burning skin]

Chief Midori: Zoi?