just a warning guys: i might be stopping this series for a long while after i write as many chapters as i can before i go to uni. So im just saying that there might be very slow updates and for that i am very sorry (might have to stop it even so like, brace for that) x also this is super long so yeah.

THIRTY-FIVE – Town Wanderers

15 Days Until The Wedding

Obi woke up once more to the cruel aching of his back provided by the flat floor.

But he's adapted with ease for the blessing he has to wake up next to his Mistress every morning. He'd slept this night with Shirayuki's hand hanging from her bed to hold his down on the floor, having her refuse to move a single inch in order to keep contact. As Obi opened his eyes and had shed them over to the weaved fingers, he couldn't help but bubble inside. He was gradually accepting the flushed state he gets stuck in and the butterflies that dance around his stomach whenever he had moments like this with the young herbalist.

But Obi will never get used to the overwhelming feeling of being hers.

The black-haired man sat up, attempting to keep his hand constant as he rose to set his marigold eyes on the lovely beauty that was still very much stuck in her slumber. He couldn't see her entirely, but her side profile was just enough to set Obi ablaze. The sun had kissed her creamy face lovingly, brightening her slightly parted lips, chubby cheeks, and the hair that is not only infamous, but iconic. His hand tightened a bit around her fingers, his heart erupting into deep emotion by just looking at the lovely girl who slept soundly beside him.

He bent his legs at the knees loosely, allowing the blanket to slide of his body to study the girl's uncomfortable neck position. Because Shirayuki had been too stubborn to keep her own pillow, Obi had been forced to allow her to use his scarf as her pillow. But it evidently didn't do her much good, as she would sometimes wake up with neck throbs without admitting it. Obi was far too smart and saw through it, but with her being an herbalist, she'd just smear a remedial cream and go about her days smoothly.

Obi decided that he'll be getting his Mistress a pillow when they take a day out into the town. Obi wasn't necessarily eager about leaving the castle to do something so… unnecessary and unproductive. But he figured it would do him good to not only familiarize himself better with the town of Clarines, but to also relieve Shirayuki from Wistal castle to spend time with her elsewhere. He'll also hope she'll act as a guide since as mentioned; he has little to no firsthand knowledge of the town he resides just a few steps beside.

Holding her hand now, Obi found himself studying so hard to feel her pulse surge into his touch. Her heart was beating slowly but steadily, which was obvious by how at peace she was. Obi diverted his eyes to where her chest resided under the burgundy blanket she was swallowed by. It heaved calmly, air coming into her nose and escaping from between her luxurious lips. Obi couldn't help but smile, having him just look at her and adore her so much.

Shirayuki was just so perfect.

The girl had not only been beautiful on the outside, but she is also the most gorgeous thing on the inside. Obi has never stumbled upon such a lovely girl like her. Through those lovely green eyes and red locks was someone of pure gold. Someone who was reckless but cared for others so much so that she'd risk her life to ensure the life of another. She was nothing but an angel, not requiring any sort of wings in order to prove it. She was also a genius, knowing so much with the few years she's had living and breathing in this world. Shirayuki is the only person to have been able to strike at Obi without using a single, physical weapon.

Just her and her words did the job to stab into Obi's heart and ensure she lived and flourished in there. And Obi was not mad at all. He has fallen in love with human perfection, and he is still in disbelief to have won her affection.

Suddenly, Shirayuki's eyelids slowly began to rise, having Obi stuck in a trance to see her morning face yet again. Believe it or not, but it made his heart swoon with the amount of trust the herbalist has for him. She'd be incredibly shy and embarrassed to show anyone her morning entity, but Obi was the very exception. And God, it's inexplicable how fantastic that makes him feel.

Immediately after her emerald eyes fixed its vision from the grogginess, they squinted shut to emit a quiet yawn. A very quiet squeal escaped from her mouth, and that made Obi smile even more. Shirayuki crinkled her nose after the yawn, having her turn her head over to check on her lover, who was already awake and giving her such a warm, welcoming smile. She emitted a curt smile, drowsy yet genuine, as she gave his hand a weak squeeze.

"Good morning, Obi," Shirayuki whispered, her voice tired but still as sweet and perfect as it always was.

"Good morning, Miss," Obi replied, surprised to hear his voice weak and croaky when he greeted her. Shirayuki giggled at this, having Obi's cheeks taint pink as he stared at the girl wistfully. "Slept well I hope?"

"So long as you're beside me, my sleeping won't be anything but perfect," Shirayuki mumbled quietly, having Obi's heart race a little while she gave his hand another squeeze. "Did you?"

"I always do, as you're always in my dreams when I fall asleep," Obi muttered, receiving a very wide smile from his Mistress as he lifted her hand up to plant a kiss on the very top. Shirayuki stuck her tongue out playfully, snickering at the boy as she used her free hand to weave the few locks of red away from her face.

"Still as suave as ever, Obi," Shirayuki hummed, having Obi wink.

"Thank you, Miss," Obi says graciously. "I try."

"Mm, I see," Shirayuki replied simply, having the two share a laugh a moment later as their hairs still remained interlocked.

"Shall we get up now, Miss?" Obi hummed suggestively, his amber eyes diverting over to the open window, which let in the warm sunrays and the beautiful light of day. Shirayuki studied it as well, her eyes looking head on at the blurry ball of fire. She saw how blue the sky was, with little clouds ornate to ruin the concentration of it. She smiled warmly, excited for how perfect the day was as she squeezed the boys' hand.

"Yes we shall."

There was something about this new relationship that felt so right for Shirayuki. She couldn't pin point it exactly, but there was something so different with Obi that she hadn't gotten with Zen.

As cruel as it sounded, the herbalist guessed it was the normality of it all. The way she can freely eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner with Obi without it being some sort of wrong or having people instantly judge her. She didn't have to address Obi as 'Prince' when others were around, and she didn't get the stares she did before when her relationship with Zen was active. She didn't feel completely shy or overwhelmed with Obi. He was so gentle and loving with her that she couldn't understand what Zen lacked exactly. But this love provided by her knight is incomparable to the love she received from the royal blood.

And, if she was being frank, she felt much better about Obi, and this that she now has with him.

"Oh Obi, the bird came in and delivered the herbs I requested from Wilant," Ryu's monotone voice boomed quickly in the shared office. Obi looked at him wistfully, hopping off the windowsill to approach the boy's little desk. Shirayuki had her back to them, tending to a numbing substance that could help with easing pain of patients who require very dire surgeries.

"Oh yeah, that request note you had me sent with," Obi hummed. Being blunt, Obi had completely forgotten he did that. It was such a small detail; he probably gave the paper subconsciously with the aim in heart but Shirayuki in his brain. He scratched the back of his head, having Shirayuki freeze for a moment to feel droplets of water hit the back of her neck. Obi washed his hair, and the herbalist couldn't explain but giggle at it. "I honestly forgot all about that, half pint. But I'm glad it arrived in a somewhat timely manner."

"Yeah," Ryu croaked, revealing a small smile at his lips as he began to open all the small containers of herbs. It always warmed Obi's heart to see Ryu use the little emotions everyone believes he has. The boy has a very huge heart; it's just been touched very little. "Thank you very much for delivering that note, Obi."

"Anything for you, half pint," Obi hummed kindly, patting the dark brown head with his large hand. Ryu always loved this gestures, refusing to admit it but also refusing to lash at it. Ryu heard Obi shift a bit too, with his bag of money jingling from his pants.

"Oh, Shirayuki, Obi," Ryu began, having him turn around to look at Shirayuki glancing back at him curiously. "I hear you're going into town today, so Shirayuki, you are free for the day."

"How did you…?" The two lovers quietly mustered in ponder.

"Kiki had come to the lab last night before going off to find Mitsuhide," Ryu informed. "She said she had paid Obi for his service yesterday, and asked for me to give you two the day to go on and venture the town a little bit."

"But Ryu, if you need me here, I don't mind staying," Shirayuki quickly spewed, having her flash Obi an apologetic stare. Obi shook his head understandingly, knowing that Shirayuki always put her practice and her work first in regards to activities. Her dedication and determination was the first thing that drew Obi in after all, and he respected that completely.

"Shirayuki, you had a very long day at the lab yesterday," Ryu muttered, turning around to continue tampering with his new herbs. "I absolutely don't mind having you take a day off for yourself. Also, I was hoping to send Obi out anyways to pick up a package for me at the glassblowers market. They have a new set of vials and containers for us to manage the herbs better as well as keep their freshness in them for a long while."

"Mm, if that's the case then," Shirayuki began, a content smile painting at her lips as she put her work down in an organized manner. "Thank you very much for this time, Ryu. We'll be back at a fair time with your package."

"Please do enjoy yourselves," Ryu hummed genuinely. "If I'm correct, I don't think Obi has had a real tour of the town of Clarines, seeing as he's always here in the castle."

"Very valid point," Shirayuki agreed, having Obi smile sheepishly as he began to turn the heel and make his way out of the office. Before he did, he leaned his back upon the doorframe and looked over at the young prodigy.

"Thanks, half pint," Obi replied warmly, having Ryu flinch in shock as he kept his warm smile. "We'll be seeing you soon. Promise."

"Take your time," Ryu insisted as Shirayuki gave the young boy a quick hug from behind before tailing Obi outside the office. Finding herself beside her tall knight, she swiftly grabbed at his black sleeve, grasping his attention with ease.

"Is everything alright, Miss?" Obi asked worriedly, looking down at her gentle expression.

"Yes but," Shirayuki began, blushing a little bit as she looked distantly to the floor. "We have to make a quick stop to my quarters first."

Why do I feel so powerless with a title so highly regarded and powerful?

Zen had been perched at his balcony, ignoring the stacks of work on his desk and wedding plans that were sprawled all over his office. He found himself so lost in his work, he forced himself away and escaped for some air. As he did, his azure eyes were able to check on his two aides, who were outside his office to monitor the bird keepers and conductors. They were in charge of the very undergoing of the wedding, ensuring it was perfect and everything goes according to plan. As they did, Zen couldn't help but notice the way they exchanged smiles and gave one another complimentary nods when the other instructed right.

Zen had always known those two would weave themselves to be a part of a compromised path. It had been faith that brought Kiki to this very state, and found she confided in Mitsuhide, who helped her in a battle that was far from his. At least, at the time. They worked too well alongside each other, despite Mitsuhide's silly bickering and Kiki's sarcastic replies. It was too easy to see that they were now at the point where one can't do without the other, and Zen couldn't help but smile at his.

Suddenly, his periphery was breached by two bodies heading away from the castle and to the front gate.

The tall male was obviously Obi, seeing his black hair was once again hugged by his headband that Zen couldn't believe he kept even though he advised him to let it go. The azure eyes then darted over to the body beside him, only to quickly figure that that very body was Shirayuki. Zen leaned upon his porcelain railing, attempting just to get a slightly closer look at the red-haired girl. He couldn't see her face, but each time Obi had gone a little forward, he could see a long-curved smile kept at the side of her face. And Obi owned a smile himself, curt yet existent.

The herbalist erupted a cheerful laugh and Zen wanted nothing more than what words Obi used to conjure such a beautiful sound.

His eyes traced them, watching them go to the front gates to exchange words with the guards stationed there. A few words later, and they were paying the duo adieu, having Shirayuki immediately quicken her pace. She seemed excited as Obi continued slowly, with his eyes following her content being. She was bubbly, all smiles and energy as she was around the knight that restored her heart. Zen was still oblivious to it all, but seeing Shirayuki happy because of the scoundrel made him grit his teeth harshly.

No longer with desire to remain on the balcony, Zen briskly walked back in, shut the doors behind him, and forced himself back to the damn work he wish he could rip to shreds and burn.

"I'm so excited to show you around town," Shirayuki breathed contently as Obi watched her. His face flinched a little, his temples clenching for a moment as he heard the impact of Zen's slamming. It was distant, but Obi's senses were rather strong. He wondered, but quickly dismissed it to pay his full attention back to the beautiful woman before him, giving him bright eyes and smiles.

"It'll feel a little strange," Obi began with a chuckle. He lifted his hands behind his head as the two walked down a gentle sloped hill that led to the castle. Guards were still ornate outside the castle, but it wasn't so heavily packed as the two reached closer to the town. "I've been around interrogating when we heard that Kazuki was searching for you. But that was only by the shore with Mister Mihaya, and he wasn't pleasant company."

"Oh yeah, I remember!" Shirayuki jabbed her finger in the air, quickly bringing in to her chin in thought. Obi found this motion rather adorable. "I wonder how Mihaya is, now that you've reminded me."

"Likely well, but still causing a bit of trouble," Obi said with a shrug. He too wondered over the whereabouts of the rogue. "Mister Mihaya was quite angry the time I was doing that interrogation."

"He acts like a crabby teenager, doesn't he?" Shirayuki muttered humorously, having Obi share a laugh with her as she held upon the hem of her white hood she had to go claim. "He was rather angry, d'you reckon he hates us?"

"I know as fact he doesn't like me," Obi snorts. "I poked fun at his scarf and he insulted himself with assuming I associated us as equals, and suddenly exploded."

"He did look a little funny, huh?" Shirayuki hummed. "Although you were also rogue yourself, you dressed a little better than he did. Though, now this is a different time, and that band really makes you look a little scary."

"My headband?" Obi quickly got insulted, touching the headband with a flinch. "Miss, are you telling me I look scary?"

"Obi, you'll always look scary," Shirayuki began bluntly, having Obi chuckle a bit. He was used to it—after all, it was always in the eyes that everybody backed up that same reasoning. But then Shirayuki caught his wrist and halted him, having him look back to stare down at the girl in puzzlement. "…to everyone else, that is."

Obi stared at her for a moment, seeing them just a few steps towards the entrance of the town. There were guards at their posts, surely, but facing forward with backs towards the couple. Residents of the town sauntered around, their attention to the markets and one another in exchange of trades or how some man's daughter was. But there were no eyes absorbing them, having Shirayuki quickly tug the boy forward to meet lips with lips. She was on her toes, having Obi grin from her sudden motion as he graciously took the affectionate action. Shirayuki quickly detached, snapping her head back to the road they had already touched before her heels met the floor once again.

"You're my hero," Shirayuki said quietly with a small smile. Her eyes were squinted closed, with crinkles at the ends of them and tints of pink surging her cheeks. God damn it all, she's a damn beauty. Obi's heart throbbed heavily with such pride to be hers and pain that he had slowly found himself becoming selfish. But damn it all, he didn't care. "Everyone should see my hero's face properly so I could flaunt him around."

Obi snickered at this, grinning in disbelief as he stared wistfully at the girl. Her emerald eyes were revealed again to him, and he could once more indulge in the beautiful brilliance of them. He then gave her one good look before bowing down before her. Shirayuki retracted her hands once, unsure for a moment before realizing what Obi was implying. Obi immediately felt her gentle hands come in contact with the sides of his head before slipping the garment off of it. Obi rose again to watch as she folded the small entity into the wooden basket she brought with her as a tote.

"Let's go inside now, okay?" Shirayuki began quietly, having Obi nod before he rubbed his forehead and followed the precious girl with ease.

They started at the docks, having the two take in the busy area by the sea. To their right, of course, were the waters in which highly vital trades and travel occurred that kept Clarines and many other states living well. To the left were shacks worth of markets. Woman held baskets of fruit on their heads with children wrapped to their backs with silk clothe. Men were walking around, some guards, others were simply native men roaming about or sailors carrying heavy boxes and cargo. Splashes of color were all over, very much different from the white and blue constant of the castle. Viridian and apricot, such refreshing colors that made this town so lovely and easy to love by anyone.

As Shirayuki guided Obi around, she couldn't help but remember about her kidnapping. Though it has been so long, she can't help but realize so many things about that very event. It was Obi who dared make the first attack, throwing one of his small knives to the evil water witch to give Shirayuki some sort of chance to get out of her reach. And Obi, like the man he was, allowed Zen to make her believe he was the true hero and Obi did nothing of dire significance. But it was Obi's audacity and trust in Shirayuki's boldness that saved her life. Obi was not a man, but rather a force that everyone should be very terrified of.

"D'you like peaches, Obi?" Shirayuki asked sweetly, having Obi watch her halt in front of a shack. It was a fruit stand with a nice woman wearing a bandanna around her hair. She gave Shirayuki such a welcoming smile, Shirayuki couldn't help but return it. She then looked at her knight and presents the basket of mentioned fruit.

"I like the ones that are mostly pink than yellow," Obi began, having the old woman take his words before hovering her hand over her stock of peaches presented. In seconds, she grabbed one of the peaches and held it out to the boy, having him grab it curiously.

"These are the sweetest peaches that have ever been harvest!" The woman says proudly. "And that one is especially pink and plump. It must be incredibly sweet and juicy."

"I'll be taking your word then, Old Miss," Obi hummed graciously, grabbing a few dill from his bag before giving it to the woman. He overpaid, having Shirayuki stare at her in confusion. "Pick some for half pint and Miss Garak. I'm sure they'd very much appreciate it." He took himself a bite of the peach, tasting the sweetness explode in his mouth. He then offered it out to Shirayuki, who flushed before slowly going and taking herself a small bite.

"That's a great idea!" She hummed through chews.

Obi watched as Shirayuki picked out a few fruit to bring back to her fellow pharmacists and friends. She chimed about how she wanted to bake them some sort of pie, and requested that she and Obi also buy brown sugar and the most delectable honey. And Obi was all for it, so long as her smile was warm and wide full of content and happiness. It also warmed his heart to see how much she loves everyone else and wants to treat them to something sweet. It's almost like it just bursts straight out of her saccharine heart.

"Oh Obi, look!"

The girl stumbled upon a body jewelry market. Obi looked at all the shiny ornaments, the holders practically vomiting a rainbow. Stones were ornate of all colors stuck into iron and silver chains worth of necklaces, bracelets, earrings, and all sorts of piercings to alter the body. He shuttered to see the owner: some old geezer with piercings all over his shriveling body.

"Would you ever want to poke a hole in your ear for a piercing like that?" Shirayuki hummed, having Obi watch as the man presented one of his large, saggy gages that were in the large stretch of his earlobes. He sweat dropped for a moment, attempting his best to hide his intimidation.

"Though an intriguing concept," Obi began, watching as the old man lifted up a sharp, metallic needle between his boney fingers. "…I don't think body alteration is for me."

"You sound scared," Shirayuki amused as she moved on from the shack. Obi allowed one more glance at the jewelry before rushing to her side to observe other things that won't puncture into his flesh. "Is the almighty Obi terrified of a small needle?"

"Must I describe how sharp that needle was, Miss?" Obi highlighted, wincing a little bit just at the thought of someone doing that to his earlobe, or any part of his body for that matter. "I'm not scared but… I like my body without holes, thank you."

"Obi, you've got a large scar in the middle of your chest," Shirayuki reasoned, having Obi chuckle. "I really doubt that small needle will cause pain far greater than whatever happened there."

"I wonder," Obi replied, having Shirayuki shove him a little bit as they continued looking around the shacks.

As they lounged, Obi found himself carrying the basket that was soon becoming heavy with every stop they did. Shirayuki got some berries, linens, ribbons, and sweets that Obi has never tried before. She offered him a piece of this delicious chocolate and he suddenly fell in love with it. Although the weight became a little annoying, Obi was so happy to see Shirayuki enjoying herself. She tried on these heels and almost fell in them, pure laughter leaving her mouth. She wrapped on this baby blue bonnet on her head and gave Obi such a cute, head-tilted smile that throbbed his heart with love for her. He wondered so much about how this girl practically controlled him without her even realizing it.

"Oh Obi, look at that!" The girl wistfully exclaimed, pointing at the small crowd brewing near the docks. Obi followed obediently, the bit of dill he still had jingly at his leg as he followed the curious girl. Her boots clinked quickly with her enhanced velocity, having him smirk when she couldn't get through the crowd of tall people (mostly men it seemed) as she was far too short. So when Obi finally got close, he saw the shindig and cleared his throat.

"Move it, this little Miss would like to see!" Obi roared, having the men turn to flinch at the cat-likes the knight owned. They quickly stepped away, growling but a little terrified to really lash back. Shirayuki giggled under her hood as she made her way to the center. Obi followed right behind her, leering at everyone around who had any ideas to bring harm to his Mistress. But as he made it to center, he heard her breath hitch in such adorable wander.

On a makeshift stage made out of several wooden boxes were 2 women dancing sensually. They were belly dancers, Obi immediately identified. He also sighed in disappointment, realizing why the crowd was predominantly men. He did admit, they were both beautiful. They were both a more caramel tone, with these identical peanut-brown eyes that must be foreign in these lands. One was swallowed up in a blue get up while the other was in an identical red one. If Obi had to guess, these two were twin sisters, and obviously made a living together doing this… sensual activity.

He only wondered why Shirayuki was not only ogling, but blushed a very little bit. And somehow, without even trying, the blue dancer noticed the herbalist and offered her hands.

"Come up, dear," the girl beckoned quietly, her caramel hands ornate with smooth callouses and small cuts. But they were nonetheless soft and likely inviting, as Shirayuki backed up shyly with her eyes full of temptation. "I don't bite, I promise."

The girl had managed to grab Shirayuki's wrist, having Shirayuki gasp in shock as she was lifted up on the crates. The men hollered and hooted, having Obi's grip on the basket tighten from wanting to punch all of them. But the knight only moved closer, just to be as close to his lady as possible to ensure he could save her at any given moment.

"I-I don't dance very well!" Shirayuki spewed shyly, her creamy cheeks slowly being taken over by a peach tint as the two sisters grabbed her hands kindly.

"Just follow our lead and keep twirling," the red girl hummed.

Obi watched curiously as Shirayuki stiffly moved along with the flexible sisters. He could tell she was nervous as this wasn't exactly in her set of abilities. But gradually, the sisters had cooed her several encouraging words and got her to use her hips better. She twirled more loosely, the skirt of her dressing flowing more freely as the sisters took turns on holding her hand up and allowing her to spin. Shirayuki's giggles along with the drum beat that was somewhere out of the crowd was enough to lighten Obi's eyes as he watched his Mistress enjoy herself.

"Yeah!"

"Gorgeous!"

The hooting of these males slowly wiped the smile from Obi's face. He glared at them without tilting his head, wanting nothing more than to stuff their mouth with peaches to shut them up completely. It sent uncomfortable trembles down the man's spine when they began uttering such explicit words about his pure, innocent Mistress. Disgusting scoundrels, Obi thought to himself, his pearly white rows of teeth gritting against one another.

Then, suddenly, Shirayuki caught enough wind and managed to have the hood fall from her head. There came loose, the red locks that has brought so much trouble and harm to her for so long. The crowd halted for a moment, before increasing the volume of their yells and using more nasty words that should not be used to describe women at all.

"E-eh?" Shirayuki breathed, the girls still twirling her around while Shirayuki became a little frantic. She felt the lack of hood over her head. She felt exposed—the equivalent to how these ladies were exposed. But Shirayuki didn't want to show her redhead of hair. She just wanted a nice day with her lover in the market, shopping and exchanging cute nothings with one another.

"She'd be a gem in my crew, if I'm being honest." Obi heard these words from a grunt, having his eyes narrow as he paid close attention to this newfound discussion.

"Yeah, I'd be willing to pay more than ever to snatch that girl for myself," another grunt hummed, the two exchanging hardy laughs before continuing their disgusting conversation. "Oh, the things I'd be able to do to that girl…" Obi glanced back to see the two, having them notice his leer and falter slightly.

"Keep talking like that and you won't even have the brain to think about them," Obi growled. "'That girl' is with me, so I'd be more than elated if you could be quiet before I force your mouth shuts. And really," Obi paused, his free hand whipping out one of his many sharp, ninja knives between his index and middle fingers, "I'd rather not do that right now."

The two men grew pale, having them back away into the crowd before they were gone from Obi's sight. He smirked before turning back to his Mistress, who was evidently growing extremely frantic and dizzy. He put the basket down gently, keeping himself wary of his Mistress. As expected, Shirayuki had accidentally stepped on some money and began to fall on her back, having Obi shove people out of his way to catch her. A grunt hummed in her ear and Shirayuki emitted a nervous squeal, slowly opening her eyes to see her knight right next to her, in his arms.

"I thought you've already fallen for me, Miss," Obi began to joke softly to the girl. "How many times are you willing to do so?"

"Less times if you're going to use such a bad line," Shirayuki whispered, having Obi wink down at her as he quickly walked over and bent down to grab the basket. Shirayuki always wondered how he could handle so much weight, especially in such an uncomfortable position. But Obi was a wonder himself, and he couldn't budge to be uncovered. So Shirayuki just smiled and thanked him for catching her.

"Sire, how much for your precious item there?" A man hummed beside, having him wave around a bag of dill teasingly in front of Obi. Several other grunts joined in too, shouting out better deals with every one that gets put up. Obi couldn't help but remain stone-faced as the two sisters bent down to talk with Shirayuki.

"You know, love," blue began, giving her a small smile. "You could be a fantastic dancer if you joined us."

"Eh?" Shirayuki replied quietly, unsure as to what she was getting at.

"We tour all around the world providing our services and receiving a lot in return," red said in a hush voice behind her covering bandana. She grabbed a handful of the coins on their stage and jiggled it. "Would you be up to travelling the seas with us?"

"Ah, it-it's a very sweet offer, but I can't," Shirayuki stammered shyly, her cheeks flushing red as Obi frightened the men with a cold, angry glare.

"Why not?" Blue hummed woefully.

"Because I'm busy with my practice, as I'm a doctor," Shirayuki informed the two. Her emerald eyes then looked over at her knight, who practically had the crowd kneeling before him with his malicious stare and unamused by the men's offers. They were cowering, having Shirayuki quietly snicker before turning back to the ladies. "Also…"

"Also?" The women pondered simultaneously.

"I'm too busy being his to go anywhere," Shirayuki said warmly, having Obi turn back once he heard her utter those words. His cheeks felt like they were being burned as he looked at his Mistress. Her arms slowly came to wrap around his neck happily, holding him tightly as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "And we've chosen our own path already. Thank you for the offer, but I cannot accept it."

The woman frowned, but quickly lifted their faces up in understanding. Shirayuki giggled as red grabbed her hoodie and lifted it over her head. Shirayuki was agape from this gesture, but soon flashed a pursed smile as the two women looked at her. Then, blue looked back and grabbed a handful of money before offering it to Shirayuki. Shirayuki released one arm from Obi's neck and allowed the dill to fall down into her petite hand.

"What's this for?"

"For coming to dance even though you were completely uncomfortable to do so," the woman stated warmly. "You are rather bold, I could see that. Determination fights away your hesitance with ease it seems, and for that I am rather thankful. I've never seen that before, and now that I have, I think I have gotten everything I wanted from Clarines."

The other sister nodded, lifting their hands up to bid farewell to the lovers. Obi nodded as Shirayuki returned a sweet smile. The sisters then turned around, revealing pouches from their baggy pants in order to collect their earnings. As Obi walked away from the stage, he put on his glare for the grunts, having them back away as Obi guided his Mistress out of there. But once they got far enough, Shirayuki noticed how mute he remained, his jawline still clenching as his honey eyes were dark and ready to break someone with its vexation.

"Why're you still angry?" Shirayuki hummed, dropping the coins on her tummy to grab the boy by the tip of his nose. He tilted his head over from her tough tug, having him stare down at her as she revealed a pout. "Stop with the scary face."

"I'd help it if I could, Mistress," Obi muttered quietly, crinkling his nose in attempts for her to let go. Which she did, reluctantly. A bit of worry clouded her eyes as Obi began walking them down the docks. "But those men… they were saying very nasty words and things I never want to be heard said about you. I feel absolutely sick and would have punched them into the water if you weren't there, keeping me calm with your mere existence."

"But we're away from them now…" Shirayuki hummed, feeling Obi's hand tighten against her side as he suddenly turned and took them more deep into the town. She could tell he wanted to be nowhere near the docks right now, and that was fine with her. But he seemed so angry; she wanted nothing more than to carve a smile on his lips.

"It just… bothered me a bit, Miss," Obi mumbled quietly as he carried her down past the people and the residence buildings. "I'll be alright."

She watched him attentively as Obi looked straight with a stern stare. She grabs the dill in her hands and wraps her arm around his neck again, securing her hold as she continued watching him. Although he was angry, Shirayuki found herself a bit amused and warmed to see Obi so angry about such a small thing. She'd figure he'd be at his peak whenever she was in danger or got hurt in any way. But he's practically seething when no one has even laid a finger on her.

And, if she was being honest: she loved it.

"Hey," Shirayuki sounded below him, having Obi tilt his head down to stare at her as he slowed his pace. Her emerald eyes scanned around, seeing how little people there were on this road. But Shirayuki was seeking more privacy. But then her green orbs luckily found a small alley that held nothing but a few broken crates in the cavern that was no more than 7 feet long. "Let's go in there?"

Obi looked up to see it, having him question it but oblige as he slowly walked into it.

"Miss?" Obi breathed, having him a little shocked to feel her let his neck go and hop from his arms. He quickly aided her with his arm when she was unstable when suddenly on her two feet. But quickly, she poured the dill in his pouch and took the basket from him to place it on the floor. Shirayuki then grabbed the parts of his green jacket where it could be buttoned up. She tugged him more into the cavern, where they were licked by the shadows. Then, with not too much force, Shirayuki pushed him against the wall behind him. He looked at her, astonished, as his lips parted and his poppy pupils dilate. "Miss—."

Before he knew it, Shirayuki had got on her toes and smashed her lips on his. Obi's hands quickly retreated against the wall, his palms feeling the brick upon them as he felt his Mistress' supple lips upon his. This is bad, Obi somewhat panicked. It was so, so bad how much Obi wanted her. Not in bed, but in general. He just wants her as her sweet tongue fought its way into Obi's mouth. There was a sudden fresh taste of peach as the moist tongues swirled around each other while Obi savored the softness of her plump lips. Oh geez, oh geez, oh geez. Their teeth clattered from the aggression, but the two ignored it completely to indulge in Shirayuki's sudden dominance and Obi's easy submission.

His fingers bent desperately, seeking some stimulation for them as his nails dragged themselves on the hard, processed element. He could feel the rigid wall peel away at his dead, dry skin while the Mistress' hands flattened themselves on his chest. Shirayuki began gnawing on his bottom lip a bit, having Obi's heart hammering harshly against his chest as he let her love him. He grazed his tongue upon her upper lip, swallowing down a squeal from the herbalist as the color of their cheeks were a searing crimson.

How was this even happening?

Obi's hands clenched into fists, feeling his nails eagerly prepare to cut into his flesh. He didn't know how much more he could take and how to settle down the desire to have more of her. It wouldn't make him better than the scoundrels who were willing to throw coins for her. They wished they knew her the way I do, Obi growled to himself, his fists clenching harsher and harsher to maintain his self-control. Shirayuki popped an eye open, noticing one of the fists struggle. She knew that Obi still couldn't adapt to giving himself to her completely. That included for him to expression himself to her, completely.

"Obi—." Shirayuki breathed against his chapped lips, her hands quickly evading his chest to grab his fists. Obi instantly opened his eyes, having his eyes open up to watch his Mistress as she forced his hands open and clung them on her upper waist. He tried to reel them away, but she held him persistently by his fingers, refusing to let him go loose. She continued massaging his bottom lip with hers as Obi kept tilting his head side to side to nip at hers. And just like that, she managed to calm Obi down and felt his hands ease against her body.

"God-," Obi growled against the girl's lips, his voice strained but full of hunger as he absorbed the heated breaths emitted by his lover. "Sorry… m'so selfish, Mi-stress… no one else should look at you except me… only me-."

Her hands suddenly made his way to his cheeks, and his eyes snapped open to look at her emerald eyes, big and brilliant than ever.

"Be selfish," Shirayuki struggled out, the two panting harshly as their breaths collided into the air. Their chests heaved desperately for air, their lungs suffering from the sudden passionate kiss Shirayuki incited between the two. "I'm all yours—be as selfish as you want…. so long as you're showing me you—all of it."

"If only," Obi breathed honestly, leaning his head upon hers as he breathed heavily. Shirayuki felt her heart deflate, but suddenly found his marigold eyes shining when looking into her own emerald beauties. "But I'll extend my limit."

Without hesitation at all, Obi's fingertips suddenly jabbed into Shirayuki's side, not enough to hurt and tickle, but enough to have a grip on her. Urgently, he forced her body against his, having Shirayuki squeak against his lips, feeling the loving vibrations of her sound. As she felt his love, she realized why exactly Obi couldn't be as selfish as he wanted to be.

He wanted it at the right time, when they're far in their path so she wouldn't change her mind about him. He's still insecure, and she completely understood that and accepted it. Plus, she did say she wanted to keep their relationship on the low, and Obi has more respect for her than anything that he will ever want. God, he's so good to me.

His hands slowly crawled their way up her body to her neck, clamping around it with no grip or tightness. Obi always avoided hurting her as his thumbs held her jaw up to keep her supple lips on his. But Shirayuki was struggling to level with his lips, as her ankles were soon giving out. She kept panting his name upon his lips, her hands going down to his shoulders to try to hold herself up. So Obi took it upon himself to bring his hands back down to take her waist and lift her up. Shirayuki quickly wrapped her arms around his neck as Obi smoothly held her by her thighs once she crossed her legs around him.

"I'm seriously…" Obi began, his lips still clashing with hers though the two were growing weak. "Going to lose a lung or two…"

"Hah… agreed," Shirayuki breathed, the two calming their lip contact to have them just touch each other. No movement, no more tongue or teeth clattering. They just touched each other, exchanging heat and soreness as they gaped for air. Obi's mind was broken, his thoughts too messy to even conjure anything that makes sense or at least something from the many thoughts scrambled. Shirayuki was too elated to also think properly—or at all. Everything was messy but all the two were sure of was that they were both breathing, their hearts were beating at the same time, and both pair of cheeks were as red as fire.

"W-we should…" Obi began, Shirayuki seeing complete cloudiness in his amber orbs. It was entertaining to see Obi so fixated on her as well as at a loss of words. "Get that thing for… half pint…"

"O-oh right." Carefully, Obi let his Mistress down, having her jellyleg syndrome activate as she immediately leaned towards Obi to avoid falling to the ground. He held her shoulders, chuckling as Shirayuki sheepishly dug her face into his chest. "They've broken again…"

"I got you, Miss," Obi hummed warmly, leaning her against the wall to take his place as he turned his back to her. He slowly bent down, grabbing the basket as he waited for his lover to reside on his back. "Hop on."

With ease, Shirayuki lowered herself a little to hang her arms over her lover's shoulders, wrapping them around his neck so he could lift her up with ease. Obi did her the favor and caught her thighs in the inaccurate oval spaces provided by the arching of his arms as he held her high and securely. He slowly trotted out, looking around to ensure nobody was suspicious or looking before casually walking out of the alley and hummed at Shirayuki for directions as to where Ryu's desired package was. As Shirayuki guided the way, Obi looked up at her to catch her attention.

"Miss, I'm no pharmacist or anything," Obi began with a somewhat anxious gulp. "But how do you think we'll cover our swollen lips? I doubt it'll be healed anytime soon."

"…We'll just say it was an allergy to something very sweet," Shirayuki hummed with a proud smile, having Obi snicker as he carried her all the way to the shop to get Ryu's his items.