A/N: Set firmly in the live action universe, before Mamoru's memories as Endymion are fully awakened but after he runs off to London. Kunzite/Zoisite because I read their subtext in -anything-.

Zoisite remembered the Silver Millennium now, remembered it so clearly that sometimes he hurt with the need to go back. If he'd know that what he knew now…but no, there had been no stopping Endymion and Serenity and their single minded, selfish love. A wrong note jarred under his fingers as he thought about Princess Serenity, and he had to take a deep breath before his anger ruined the music.

She had taken everything away from him, that fool girl. Endymion, earth, Kunzite…

More than anything, Zoisite remembered what the dark haired man had been. They'd slip out at balls to dance in the gardens because Zoisite hated crowds and Kunzite hated dancing with anyone who wasn't Zoisite. No one noticed that Zoisite's rooms in the palace went unused for the most part, that he was in Kunzite's so often that the older general's rooms became home.

It had been such a perfect time for Zoisite. He'd had his Master, he'd had his lover, he'd had his place and his friends and his happiness. And Serenity had yanked it away because she couldn't keep herself on the moon and away from Endymion. But there were more important things at hand than his revenge and Beryl's petty needs, Endymion had to see the truth.

"Zoisite!"

The notes jarred again and Zoisite looked up as Kunzite swept into the room, regally and impressively as ever. The words from their last meeting still rang in his head – "You are different, Kunzite". Kunzite had not replied, and Zoisite had the feeling the general had not come to chat about the encounter.

"I thought I told you to stop that!"

"What business is it of yours what I play?" Zoisite murmured, his gaze fixed solidly on the wall behind Kunzite's head, carefully avoiding the older man's cold, manic eyes.

"I warned you…"

"You used to like it when I played." The silver haired man had not meant to interrupt Kunzite, but his mouth had not asked his brain for permission before speaking, "We had a piano put into our rooms."

Zoisite nearly cringed; he could almost feel Kunzite's anger echoing around the room. He had learned when Kunzite had first appeared in the Dark Kingdom that the man did not like being reminded of what had been between them on Earth so very far past. Perhaps what had happened because of the tie between Endymion and Serenity had jaded Kunzite so far against love that he did not care to remember that he had once felt as deeply.

Kunzite slammed his fist down onto the piano keys, but Zoisite simply removed his hands and folded them in his lap, blinking up at his once lover sedately. He was almost always in a half trance these days, concentrating so hard, so much on the music he had to weave to make Endymion remember. He was angry and frightened and a little hurt, but it was getting increasingly hard for him to –care- that he was.

"You're acting like a human." Kunzite growled, clearly disgusted.

"And you were human," Zoisite pointed out, "How strange these things turn out, Kunzite."

Kunzite-sama.

In another time, the respectful suffix had been a permanent carry over from training and had become almost affectionate. Now it would have lowered Zoisite and reminded Kunzite of things he did not wish to be reminded of.

"I told you to stop."

"I don't take orders from you Kunzite." Not anymore, "Or from Beryl."

Kunzite snorted,

"You'd be a fool to take orders from Beryl, well… more of a fool."

Had Zoisite not been expecting an insult the words would have stung. Instead he filed them away with the rest of the things in his life that he could regret, when he had the leisure time for regrets.

"Kill me, then." His voice was cool and level, as if they were having a particularly boring discussion about what to eat for dinner. There was no soft shing of Kunzite's blade sliding out of its sheath, no magical attack to knock Zoisite off of his piano bench.

"Queen Beryl seems to think you're useful." Kunzite's voice was full of scorn.

Zoisite returned his hands to the keys and began playing a soft tune, the higher notes chasing swiftly after the lower ones. He'd written it long ago, and had only just remembered it. It had had a title once, but until he had Kunzite back, he would not allow himself to remember it. And if he never got Kunzite back, then…well, he'd be dead and there'd be no worries about song titles.

"I do not play just for Endymion, Kunzite. I know you remember, but if I could…"

He didn't know what he wanted to do. Take those memories away from Kunzite and turn him back into the human he'd been for that short time? Leave them and have his lover back, if he could somehow take away the harsh man those memories had turned him into?

"You are weak, Zoisite."

"So be it." Had Nephrite or Jadeite said it, Zoisite would have laughed in their face. But when Kunzite said it, perhaps it was true, for the dark haired king was his only weakness.

"Do you love him?" A flicker of the old Kunzite, somehow.

"Endymion? No. He is my Master, but you are my lover." It was meant to be said in the past tense. The word had been 'was' until it reached his lips, but it could not help coming out as 'are'.

And then Kunzite was gone, and Zoisite was left alone with his thoughts, his piano, and a lonely tune that drifted aimlessly through the air. Kunzite would be back, when he was aggravated enough to forget what Zoisite had said, when he felt he needed to yell at the smaller king.

Kunzite's love was a near unreachable goal now, Zoisite knew, and so he concentrated on his Master, his Prince. When that fell into place, perhaps the general would have the time for memories and hope.

But for now, he simply played.