#nephrlte

        Being called a coward was the least of Zoisite’s current problems. He needed the Black Crystal, which Nephrite had. The longer it took him to get it, the more likely something would go wrong. Nephrite was turning traitor: something he had noticed happening and dreading since the interference of this girl. And now there was the issue of a sword put between them.

        “You really think I will believe that you are willing to give up perhaps the greatest asset you have simply to save one insignificant civilian?” Do not show your hand. Do not let him know you are scheming.

        Zoisite’s green eyes flitted between the black crystal and Naru, who stood half-behind Nephrite, shaking and cowering like the child she was. He needed to get rid of them both. Nephrite, at the least.

        “Nephrite, really, you’ve grown soft. It disgusts me.” He shook his head, copper curls swaying. “I must admit there is some charm to it... but really, to sink so low. Have you no shame in betraying your band of brothers? Or are you simply wishing to one-up Jadeite’s idiocy?

“Oh, Masato~!” Zoisite’s tone was laced with insult as he crooned the name, appearing in a swirl of dramatic blossoms simply because he knew it would irritate the other.

“Really, was that the best you could come up with? And a milionaire playboy? My my, we really don’t know the meaning of subtlety, do we?” He relished the look of annoyance that would be cast upon him, and green eyes narrowed while pink lips pulled into a smirk.

        “Then take it back!”

        There was something artistic about them standing in the middle of the empty street, a light shining down on them as if made specifically to illuminate this encounter. This was their stage. The set was the city. The scene: night, with the sounds of civilization just off to the side on another road. Two men with a long past stand facing each other, full of anger and sadness.

        Iarios closed his eyes and shook his head. How many nights had he woken up in a sweat? How many nightmares of what he had done plagued him? Did he regret his deeds for the sake of protecting their work? No. Did he, now that it was all over, wish he could undo it? Absolutely.

        “Awww, come now. You know you are glad that I am fine.” Zoisite sat up, wincing a little as he did. Was everything alright? Not particularly, but he would not admit that to Nephrite. Especially not after that quip.

I can't believe Zoisite is dead

When your phone went off you had most likely expected it to be from one of the girl’s. Minako certainly sent a hell of a lot of emoji’s in blowing up your phone. Or maybe she was wanting another piece of cake as she was so use to making her own cake and wanted to share it with her friends on her special day and them bringing along some other goodies. No, it wasn’t.

Masato?

You often talked on and off again with him and considered him a friend. Yet, she hadn’t thought he’d text her. Restaurant? Oh, right that new one. The food sounded amazing from what she heard and a different change in what was usually offered around in Japan with a foreign restaurant.

[SMS] thanks. I really appreciate it! [SMS] really? that place has been so busy since it opened. Are you sure? That’s really kind.[SMS] ah ha, if you already did that then I guess I am free tomorrow night.[SMS]  I’m free

No, wait.

You didn’t mean to send it like that. Reading it over again that actually sounded pretty promiscuous to it being a date. Shit. Don’t come off that way like you had nothing better to do with your evenings, especially when a guy wants to take you our. I mean, you DON’T, but that was besides the point. You can NOT retract that. Why can’t people delete text messages???? Actually that restaurant was more on the fancier side to be in a more intimate setting. Anxiety was already starting to creep up your back in what you needed to wear and how to look.

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