A/N: It's Canadian Thanksgiving and I have done nothing today aside from binge watch Black Clover and devour all the Yami & Charlotte scraps that get thrown to us. Here's more fanfic to satiate my needs in imagining Charlotte and Yami living their best lives.
The day has come. They woke up unusually early, ready to head off to their mission.
Charlotte slept poorly. She had been a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, her mood swinging like a pendulum between each extreme, at the thought of pretending to be Yami's wife. She couldn't even be honest enough with herself to confess to Yami about her feelings, and now she somehow got influenced by that old lady into pretending to be Yami's wife for the sake of this mission.
Yami, on another hand, greeted the day wearing a slightly less sour expression on his face than the usual. Yami was sure he suppressed these weird feelings as much as possible.
However, Gordon immediately recognized the difference and pointed it out by muttering, "I truly hope that Captain Charlotte will join our Black Bulls family through Captain Yami. I have a feeling that she likes the Captain, but is scared to admit it. That's okay, Captain Charlotte, I am rooting for you. We can still be friends if Captain Yami doesn't like you back. In fact, you're one of my best friends already. But I think the captain feels the same way and he just doesn't know it yet."
Thankfully, Gordon said this quietly enough that Yami couldn't hear him, or rather, couldn't be bothered to listen to Gordon's mumbling.
Both captains took a deep breath, before heading out to their rendezvous point.
Yami, alias Philip, was uncharacteristically the first to arrive. He wore a plain white tunic, the sleeves falling short just below his elbows. He felt constricted wearing these clothes, although it was only the shirt and the lack of his Black Bulls robe which differed from his usual attire.
He also wore a hat to further conceal his identity. Yami waited in the shade of the trees for Charlotte to arrive. Normally cool as a cucumber, he felt confused as to why his heart was pounding like crazy as he waited for Charlotte—no, Briar, to come.
He instinctively reached down in his pocket to light a cigarette, but grunted upon realizing that he was forbidden to smoke by the Prickly Queen in an attempt to distance their assumed persona from their regular selves as much as possible.
Charlotte arrived, wearing a simple white shirt, paired with a blue cotton skirt. Her hair fell around her shoulders, with a plain headband adorning her like a crown. She carried a bag, after which he graciously offered to carry it for her. He faltered a bit at the unexpected weight of the bag, and correctly assumed it contained her clothing and her armour.
They had to sell the part, so he did his best to uphold the image of a loving, gentlemanly husband, even though that bag was seriously heavy.
The walk from the rendezvous point to the town of Shelion was eerily quiet. Both Magic Knight captains were engrossed in their own thoughts, although seeing the other in an unrecognizable getup gave enough novelty that they kept stealing glances at one another.
At last, they've arrived at the coastal town of Shelion, just a few hours away from Raquey, near the Underwater Temple. Shelion was smaller and less crowded than the more popular Raquey, though they looked almost identical.
The ocean stretched out into a vast, unyielding horizon of azure. The sand glistened like jewels under the hot sun, while children built sandcastles and lovers strolled down the boardwalk.
Charlotte squinted her blue eyes, which only shone more brightly against the clear sky, straining to find the inn where the Wizard King had told them to stay at.
Yami spotted the humble building just west of where they entered.
It was a modestly-sized establishment, although smaller than the Black Bulls base. It was certainly not the most lavish inn among the strip of accommodations in the area, but it wasn't dilapidated, either. Just right enough to blend into the crowd of tourists gathered in the area.
Charlotte approached the middle-aged woman working the front desk.
"Hello," she began, "I believe my husband and I have a reservation?" Her mouth lingered on the word longer than she should have, though the woman hardly acknowledged it.
"Name?" she said, her attitude brimming with apathy.
"Cha—"
"Philip and Briar Rose," Yami quickly interjected.
"Yep, got you right here," was the woman's response. She turned her back and grabbed a set of copper keys hanging from the board hanging behind her. "Here's your key. Enjoy your stay," she said hurriedly.
Charlotte was internally panicking. She totally forgot that if they were pretending to be a couple, they'd have to share a room together!
"Wait, w-what if I had to share a, a b-b-bed with," Charlotte turned to Yami, whose heavy boots trudged on the well-kept wooden floors of the inn.
"Something wrong?" he raised an eyebrow.
"N-nothing," Charlotte feigned.
The two hastily made their way to their room to avoid raising suspicion, not that there were any other guests at the inn to begin with.
Charlotte pushed the door open to reveal a decently sized room, fitted with a couch, a nice wardrobe, a clean bathroom, a queen-sized bed, and—
"There's only one bed," Yami and Charlotte shared the same thought.
