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izousaito Β· 2 years
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The blow is vicious, unyielding, with all of his venom behind it. Kunzite had never felt so frightened, so angry at the sight of a bloodied Tuxedo Mask, and what was worse was he had no reason for that concern. He should have helped Zoisite finish him off. Instead Kunzite had delivered his injured foe to Queen Beryl like a prize, and was left to deal with Zoisite on his own.
"Is that all you know how to do? Stab people in the back," he roared to the sound of youma and other unsavory creatures slithering away.
"Am I next?!"
This was notΒ the plan.
When he had told Kunzite he would disguise himself, there was no complaint. When he stated he would get close to Tuxedo Mask - the strange protector of their primary target - he was petted and praised for his cleverness.
What did the other expect him to do butΒ ambush? Especially when there was no way Zoisite could physically overtake the man.
He looked up at the taller Shitennou with wide, furious eyes, a gloved hand holding the side of his jaw. He could taste blood. Before he could object, they had been magicked away to the Dark Kingdom, and the matter was put on hold until they were away from prying eyes.
β€œOf all the time to object!” He bared his teeth, glaring through the pain in his jaw and the utter betrayal.Β β€œWhat did you want me to do? Challenge him to a duel? Hand-to-hand combat? No! The best way to get rid of a target it brutally, suddenly, before they can fight back. He is a threat, regardless of what Beryl may believe. We would be better off if he was eliminated.”
Β Am I next?
β€œDo you plan to turn traitor to our cause? If no, then you have no worry of me.”
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