With All of My Heart

Kunzite awoke the next morning to Zoisite rolling out of bed, and out from under his arm. At least he thought it was morning, the sun wasn't up yet. “What time is it?” he asked groggily.

“Probably around four.”

Kunzite groaned and rolled over on his back. Zoisite was dressed, but Kunzite wasn't quite ready to face the day just yet. “Do you always get up so damned early?”

“We did in the past.”

“Even I didn't get up before five then. Will you just come back to bed for another hour?”

Zoisite paused and looked over at the bed. “Why? I'm wide awake now.”

'Because I like having you lie beside me?' Kunzite thought to himself. Words he refused to say out loud to Zoisite. It wouldn't make a difference if he did, so why complicate matters? Instead of answering, he just rolled over and let Zoisite leave.

---

When Kunzite did make his way downstairs later in the morning, he found Zoisite on the phone in the piano room. Curious, Kunzite got close enough to listen in.

“Later tonight? That would be fine.”

Zoisite had his back to Kunzite, so Kunzite's couldn't read his expression, but his voice sounded over joyed. “No, Master, it won't be a problem.”

Kunzite smiled to himself and then made his way towards the kitchen, leaving Zoisite to finish the call in private. Jadeite was at the table, eating something, and Nephrite appeared to be getting ready for work. “I swear if those little brats messed the place up last night...” Nephrite threatened.

“Then you'd be out of a job,” Kunzite finished for him. “What's for breakfast?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I don't know,” Nephrite replied. “Some slop that Jadeite made.”

“It's not slop, it's... uh,” Jadeite began to argue, but then his voice trailed off into a groan. Kunzite initially thought that it had something to do with his terrible cooking, but the blond was holding a hand to his forehead as if he was in pain.

“Whatever,” Nephrite said, apparently not noticing Jadeite's discomfort. “I'll be gone most of the day.” The door closed behind the temperamental Tennou and Kunzite sat down at the table across from Jadeite.

“You're hungover,” Kunzite noted.

“I am not.”

“Look at me,” Kunzite ordered. Jadeite looked up and Kunzite saw his red eyes, he was squinting as the sunlight came in from the window and he was rather pale. “You're hungover,” he repeated and then got up and checked the refrigerator. They indeed had some orange juice, so Kunzite poured a glass of that and set it in front of Jadeite, removing the cup of coffee he already had. “That will be better for you,” he explained and then returned to his seat.

Jadeite grumbled something about preferring the coffee, but drank the juice regardless. “Are you going to lecture me?” he asked.

“Do I need to?”

“No.”

Kunzite looked up when Zoisite entered the kitchen. He returned the phone to its cradle and then began helping himself to some of the 'slop'. Kunzite did have to agree with Nephrite on that at least and decided to pass. Zoisite appeared lost in his own little happy place in his mind to even notice the food he was consuming. “You're in a good mood this morning.”

Zoisite's head snapped around to look at Kunzite, as if he were surprised to see him there. “I suppose,” he said noncommittally. “Jadeite, how are you this mo-” One look at Jadeite must have clued Zoisite in as he stopped mid-sentence.

“He's hungover,” Kunzite offered.

“I can see that,” Zoisite retorted.

“Will you two stop shouting?” Jadeite said, much louder than either of them had been speaking. Kunzite and Zoisite looked at each other with raised eyebrows for a moment and then Zoisite turned back to Jadeite.

“Get as much food into you as you can,” he said softly, “and then go back to bed. It'll help.”

Jadeite grumbled his thanks and continued to push the slop around on his plate. By this point Kunzite had concluded that there might be some egg and green onion in it.

The trio sat mostly in silence for a while, until Jadeite finally gave up on consuming the breakfast, downed the juice, and then made for his bedroom. “He's been 'out' a lot lately, hasn't he?” Kunzite asked. He hadn't really thought much of Jadeite's activities until then.

Zoisite nodded, “most nights.”

Kunzite leaned back against the counter with his arms folded. He was concerned for Jadeite suddenly, he needed to know what the boy was up to at night. It never appeared to him that something might be wrong, but then again, he hadn't been very attentive to either Jadeite or Nephrite lately. “Is there anything bothering him?”

“Nothing that he's told me.”

“I'll talk to him later.”

“Are you sure you don't want me to?” Zoisite asked.

They both knew that Zoisite would be better suited for such a task. Jadeite would probably be less on the defensive with him as well. Kunzite nodded his agreement and then changed the subject. “I hear the Master is coming over tonight,” he said, looking over at Zoisite with a grin. “When were you planning on telling me?”

Zoisite's eyes narrowed. “I wasn't.”

“Come now, Zoisite. Surely he knows by now that it wasn't always just the two of you.”

“He does.”

“So when are you going to let me in on the fun?” Kunzite asked. He knew that Zoisite would prefer to have the Master to himself, but that just wasn't how things worked. He did give Zoisite his private time with the Master on occasion, but he did have his own libido that needed feeding. “There's no reason I can't tonight.”

Zoisite's lips were drawn in a thin line. “I suppose it would depend on when and if the Master is comfortable with you.”

Kunzite tensed up, picking up on Zoisite's meaning loud and clear. He hated being reminded of that time, they all did. He did his best to keep his anger in check as his eyes locked with Zoisite. He had to bite his tongue to keep from verbally ripping Zoisite's head off.

Slowly his head started to cool, and he realized that Zoisite wasn't blaming him for that at all. Facts where facts, and the truth was that Kunzite had spend a large portion of his time in the Dark Kingdom trying to kill the Master. Of course it would be difficult for the man to trust him completely in this life, especially if his memories were full of holes and foggy at best. Kunzite closed his eyes and took at deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling much better after doing so.

Zoisite stood from the table and dumped the majority of his breakfast in the garbage, then left the dishes in a pile by the sink. He started to leave the kitchen, but stopped beside Kunzite first. “It'll be his call tonight,” he said softly. Kunzite nodded and Zoisite continued on his way.

---

Kunzite sat in the overstuffed arm chair across the room from Zoisite's piano, listening to the man play songs from so long ago. Songs that Kunzite knew had been written with someone else in mind. Zoisite had been playing them a lot over the past few days, and Kunzite was beginning to find it rather depressing.

“Can't you play something a bit more up beat?” he asked when the song finished.

Zoisite turned his head to the side and looked over at the Tennou leader. “That did have a fast tempo, Kunz-” Zoisite cut himself off when he heard the sound of a door opening. The white haired man cranked his head around a bit more and Kunzite saw his eyes light up. Zoisite was standing almost instantly and made is way to the entrance to greet the Master.

Kunzite stood as well, but didn't hurry. He waited by the entrance to the piano room while Zoisite spoke to the Master, who looked just as happy to be here, until he spotted Kunzite anyway. The smile on his face seemed to freeze, and then slowly melt away.

Zoisite noticed Kunzite then as well and said something to the Master quietly. “It's alright, I'll speak to him,” the Master replied, just loud enough for Kunzite to catch the words. Zoisite stayed back when the Master approached, and Kunzite had the feeling that he was going to ask him to stay out of it. “Can I speak with you?” he asked.

Kunzite nodded once and gestured into the piano room. The Master would want to speak with him privately, Kunzite was sure, so he closed the door behind them.

“Zoisite tells me that you know what's been going on,” he stated.

Kunzite nodded and tried to read the Master's expression. He wasn't giving him much. “And he tells me that you've remembered certain things from the past as well.”

“I have,” he replied. “And I still don't know how I feel about any of it yet.”

“But you enjoy it? You remember enjoying it?” Kunzite looked at the Master with a hint of interest, the corners of his mouth just barely turned up. The Master stood a couple meters away from him, but Kunzite resisted the urge to close that distance. That was for the Master to do.

“I do, but...”

“But you don't trust me,” Kunzite finished for him. “I can understand that, Master.”

“It's not that I don't trust you, I do.” The Master shook his head in confusion, “I'm not sure what it is.” He paused in though for a moment before adding, “I suppose I'm just not sure what to expect with you.”

He had a chance, if he played his cards right. “I can keep more to the background, if that would help, Master. I'll wait for you to approach me.”

The Master appeared to consider this a moment, and while he did, Kunzite waited patiently. He wanted to try this, Kunzite could see it in his eyes. Slowly, he took a few steps in Kunzite's direction, stopping right in front of him. Kunzite kept his eyes focused on his Master's, refusing to move an inch. He wouldn't have to, the Master wanted it. He did allow himself to smile when the Master reached a hand up and brushed the backs of his fingers over Kunzite's cheek and then passed and into his raven black hair. It had to feel so familiar to him, Kunzite figured.

The Master's hand came to rest on the back of Kunzite's neck and he leaned forward a hair as though to test the waters. Still, Kunzite held his ground. He held it until the Master finally closed his eyes and leaned in enough to brush his lips over Kunzite's.

It was then that Kunzite allowed himself to lean a bit forward as well to make the kiss solid. He kept his hands to himself, but allowed himself to slowly deepen the kiss. He ran his tongue along the Master's lips, and this too was met with acceptance. When the Master pulled them closer together, their bodies now flush, Kunzite allowed himself to place his hands on the Master's back and hip.

As his arousal grew, he became more and more aware of his aggressive streak trying to make itself known. His grip on the Master tightened, and before he could stop himself, he pulled the Master's hips into his with some force.

A surprised half-gasp half-moan from the Master made him take his hands away, afraid he may have spoiled his chances tonight, and perhaps for a while. Seeing the Master's face however when he too pulled away told Kunzite that that was definitely not the case. The expression he wore was one Kunzite had not seen in a very long time. “Master?”

“Which room would you prefer?” he asked, his breathing a bit deeper than it had been before.

Kunzite thought about this for a moment. He would prefer his own, of course, but perhaps it would be easier to keep himself in check somewhere else, outside of his own domain. “How about Zoisite's?” he suggested.

The Master nodded. “I'll get him and meet you up there.”