Mamoru watched the television passively while he dunked biscuit after biscuit into the tea he'd just sat down with, he flicked almost mindlessly between channels, settling for one every now and then, before resuming flicking 5 or so minutes later when he became bored. Mamoru wasn't even vaguely entertained by the night time broadcasting; obviously the television company were slipping in assuming only insomniacs who'd watch anything would be up at this hour. Mamoru however was not an insomniac, he simply wanted to enjoy his free time doing absolutely nothing while he could, as it wasn't that often that he had free time, and he didn't feel the least bit tired.
Finally Mamoru had ran out of biscuits, he looked at the empty packet mournfully and sighed as he took it and his empty cup to the kitchen. As he disposed of the empty packet, and washed his cup, he found himself yawning. It was past midnight, so Mamoru was glad he had the opportunity to stay in bed late the following morning.
As he usually did, Mamoru stepped out onto his small balcony before going to bed. He enjoyed the breeze, and the atmosphere helped him calm down so he was able to fall asleep pretty quickly. He yawned again, and turned his head downwards to wipe the sleepy-tears from his eyes. But as he opened his eyes, he caught sight of a familiar car pulled up in front of the apartment block. He tilted his head sideways and stared. Motoki? He saw two girls get out of the car, and recognised them at once. But that wasn't Motoki behind the wheel... Nephrite! What are they doing here? He failed to notice the glowing light of Princess Serenity, a handful of floors above his head.
Zoicite had been pacing up and down his gray hued room, and came to a sudden, abrupt halt, his head turned in the general direction of Beryl's chamber. She had ceased her mind flight, and several more people had entered the Dark Kingdom. He took a step forward, considering to go and investigate, unable to confirm their identities, though he did sense the power of a true sailor soldier. But his weakened state, and the presence of the still unconscious man on the floor forbade him from investigating, or even inquiring. To interfere with Queen Beryl's affairs would be suicide, even if he was at full strength, and he dare not risk his life for such a trivial thing when he had no idea what had transpired.
He lost himself in his thoughts, contemplating what to do next, when he heard a deep, satisfied breath from behind him. He froze. It took a moment for his brain to run through every negative scenario possible before he managed to turn around, to face the awoken Kunzite. Zoicite stared at his superior, partly from shock, but also from fear. He stood still, breathing a little heavier than he had a moment ago, as the tennou inspected his person, raising his arms, reeking of power. Former glory restored. What have I done?
He stared for a moment more, unsure what to say, but Kunzite filled the silence, replaced it with his own voice. Good Work? Zoicite though, I have done too much, I have surpassed what was necessary. What have I done... Kunzite stood, silent again, for a moment or two more, before proceeding towards the door. Zoicite began to panic and positioned himself between Kunzite and the exit as quickly as he could.
"Kunzite!" The name rolled off his tongue like a serpent, he almost didn't say it, as though it was a name to be feared. "What are you intentions?" As weak as he was, Zoicite had still sworn an oath to his Master, an oath that he would abide by to his death, no matter what.