It's a slow thing that creeps upon you before you can realize it is there; soft and almost sensual as it caresses your senses, more than just the quiet sound that surrounds you, less than you might expect of such sure and serene music. You can barely discern it from the background noise of the world, and you can't pinpoint when it might have begun
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"The piano again?" he asks. The teasing is well-meant; he steps closer and pauses beside the instrument. "I'd like to hear you play some more."
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"Master..."
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"Master... You have awakened...?"
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Kunzite takes three strides to the piano. He pauses there before he smashes his fist down on the keys to break the song into fragments, a discordant jumble of noise. His eyes flash only anger.
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"Kunzite."
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"Don't play that filthy song," he warns.
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"The shitennou must remember."
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"Kunzite."
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"Do you remember, Kunzite?"
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"You are..."
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"How has this come to be?"
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She does nothing to disturb the music; instead, she lightly lays a hand on the piano frame to feel the vibrations at the same time she hears the notes. He is still thinking of the past.
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Those eyes do not flinch at the sight of her. If anything, the response she receives is a faster flight of his fingers, the music resounding with its message, an urgency that echoes from deep within his soul.
"Venus."
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This is the nexus, and that's why Zoisite's here. As a friend, or as a foe? His attitude and demeanor give her confidence it's the former.
"Zoisite..." They should be able to get past names, shouldn't they? They should be able to move on to something else, two people who've shared as much together as they have. "What is it?" The words are concerned, perhaps even ready to offer her help.
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