As death walks to my door

Written by: RabbitTsukino and Senshi of Ruin

Beta read by: Mizu no Senshi

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and its characters are property of Toei Animation and Naoko Takeuchi. We own nothing except the plot.

Prologue:

(Kunzite)

Death, in itself, is life. However, it takes life from us. For in between Heaven and Hell there is a place of reason. This is where desires and lust lie.

When innocence is buried and the rest of our lives become no more important then a cockroach. When humans live they feel pain, mistrust, happiness, and hope.

They know that life is ever fleeting. That death can swallow them whole whenever it wishes, no matter for how long or short you have stayed on the Earth, but for us, the Shitennou, it's different.

"Kunzite-sama, will I always be in so much pain?"

I cannot look into those emerald eyes of his anymore. Not like this. Not when I'm so used to his former self.

I want to say 'no'. It's my ever-waking desire to rid him of this horrible pain, but all I can do is hang my head low and feel his breath on my cheek. He's so close to me. I can't let him go. His fingers gently tangle themselves in my hair.

"Kunzite-sama. Can you do it? Can you heal me?"

His voice is so soft and child like that it cuts through my heart.

Gently I lay him back to his bed. I can't bear to look at him for long, so I shy away from his painful glance.

"I'm sorry, Zoisite, but I cannot. I've tried to while you where sleeping. I've even tried a few banned spells, but nothing. Anything I do. It fades..."

Zoisite put weight on his arms and struggled to lean against me once more.

"But... but, Kunzite-sama. You can do anything. I know you can! Please. Please fix me."

I look into his eyes; for once in a long time.

Gently I cup his chin in my hands. I kiss his lips tenderly. It's hopeless.

Slowly this realization dawns upon him and Zoisite starts crying.

"I…I can't believe it's going to end like this," he managed to get out.

"I always thought..." but Zoisite stopped there, almost unwilling to voice his thoughts and I was strangely glad of this. He quietly placed his head on my chest and whispered:

"But I guess it doesn't matter what I think anymore."

I tightly held him in my arms. For once in a long time feeling so helpless and not knowing what would lie in our future. This frightened me even more than this moment.