To the person who complimented my attention span: thank you, I laughed really hard when I read the comment aha

Anyways, I'm hoping this won't be any more than 80 chapters. I'm very excited to finish this fic and think of another ObiYuki fic (dunno if a ZenYuki fic will ever happen, but that used to be my otp so).

SIXTY-SIX - Let's Play Dress Up!

5 Days Until The Wedding

"Please be careful where you're putting that needle!"

"Stop moving!"

Mitsuhide was standing uncomfortable on a wide, tree-trunk height stool, with his arms up and legs apart. The dark-skinned man looked nervous, his teeth clicking against one another as 3 women were circling around him like hungry sharks. They all carried needles attached to different colored threads, thumbs covered with copper thimbles. The aide was essentially of a statue as the tailors surrounded him and Obi.

Obi was in the same position as him, but much more entertained by his fear. The two had measuring tape around their arms, waist, pecs- everywhere that required measurement. But Obi had gone through his measurements quickly whereas the women were still trying to measure Mitsuhide neck.

"If you're taking measurements, why do you require the needles?" Mitsuhide asks nervously.

"We require a prototype to look at for reference while making the actual suit," one maiden began. She put her thumb nail against the measurement and quickly jotted it down on her forearm with a quill full of ink. "The Prince expects nothing less than perfection for his wedding."

Mitsuhide frowned, "there's only 6 more days until the wedding. What good is a prototype when we need these suits ready now?"

"Oi." Everyone glanced over at Obi, who playfully glared at Mitsuhide. "Relax. These maidens have years of training as a tailor. These suits will get done before they are due so do not stress so much." The maidens blush from the mans words, feeling more motivation to finish the suits as promptly as possible. Mitsuhide's eyes widen when he sees the tailors already getting halfway through Obi's loose-fitting prototype.

"You're rather chipper this morning, huh?" Mitsuhide begins while rolling his eyes. Obi simply shrugs, continuously smiling down at the tailors working around his body. "What's got your mood so lifted? Your recent bailing?"

"Ah, that excitement already passed," Obi quickly dismisses. He then realizes his words and looks at Mitsuhide directly. He sweatdrops, "-not that I'm not content that I wasn't starved to death! I just… received more joyous news after my release."

Mitsuhide raises an eyebrow. "And might I ask what this news was?" Obi could only smile wider as a response, looking over at the window in the lounge-like room. Sun poured in by the buckets, providing them with amazing lighting and natural warmth. "You're really not going to tell me?"

"Mm, I don't know if I want to," Obi begins debating, looking up towards the white ceiling as though in thought. "Maybe I want to be selfish and keep my business to myself."

"Obi!" Mitsuhide was growing furious and Obi nervously tried to laugh it out. But, all nerves aside, Obi smiles gently at Mitsuhide.

"As you can see, Master had chosen me to be a groomsmen," Obi begins quietly, looking down at his tailors at work. Mitsuhide nods, acknowledging that they were both getting suits done for their positions at the wedding. "But in return, Master has also given me his blessing."

Mitsuhide raises both of his eyebrows right then, eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. Never in his days did Mitsuhide expect Zen to ever even consider doing so. But he does recall that Zen wanted to work for Shirayuki's forgiveness and this had to be one of the things he had to do in order to achieve said goal. But Mitsuhide quickly collected himself and snickered as soon as his eyes dropped down to the man's neck. "So does that mean…?"

Obi's cheeks went pink, having him quickly shake his head. On his neck were love marks bestowed by his lover. The splotches of blue and purple were too obvious to hide, seeing as Obi's attempts with makeup were futile. And Shirayuki, of course, refused to help. "W-we didn't- I wouldn't- Mitsuhide!"

Mitsuhide had been tickled, humored by Obi's stuttering and embarrassment. "I was prepared to call you a shameless dog, Obi. Not that it's anything bad, surely."

"I-I can't do that!" Obi quickly shrieks, having the tailors share in Mitsuhide's amusement. They all giggle around him, continuing to wove and sew around the two mens bodies. "At least n-not now…" Mitsuhide raised his eyes, having Obi quickly bark at him. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Relax, Obi," Mitsuhide insists, his amusement dissolving slightly. "I won't tease you anymore. In fact, I'm actually quite envious of you." Obi looked at the man confused until his brain cells began working together. Before Obi could spew another word, the doors of the lounge were slammed open.

"Why are you envious of him?"

Both men turned white at the sight of their fellow aide, who was quickly tangling their thoughts up with shock. Kiki was stood at the door, but not in her usual fight-ready uniform. The aide's petite body was swallowed up by a sleeveless, strapless dress, long enough to leave a small trail behind her. The top of the corset was a shiny pearl white, which gradually dissolved into a light violet with lavender frills to decorate. Light, sparkly swirls of white ornate the entire dress, having the sun compliment the dress beautifully.

Kiki herself was also quite the sight. Her usually tied up hair was put into a messy bun, with a bunches of strands pulled enough to look like a flower. Two bundles of strands were curled and kept to her sides as to look similar to her usual do. It looks so playful yet so elegant and put together. Although no makeup was on Kiki's face, there was a bit of pink gloss rubbed on her lips to give it a moisture and a lovely shine.

The skin of her neck and below that is seen were lathered with lotion, seeing how soft and moist her light skin looked. Her defined collarbones can be seen as well as the muscle she has trained for on her shoulders and upper arms. Obi wasn't giving much of an eye, but Mitsuhide trailed down to see the small valley between her breasts.

"I… I…" Mitsuhide had no words. He was respectively drooling right before her.

"You look so different, Kiki," Obi begins gently, shooting her a suggestive smirk. "I wouldn't seeing you like this everyday."

"I'm sure you also wouldn't mind never seeing again," Kiki threatened, having Obi immediately raise his arms in fear. The tailors quickly hiss at Obi's motions and pull his arms down again. He murmurs an apology. "So what were you envious about, Mitsuhide?"

Mitsuhide was of a statue, his body as still as one could get while still breathing. But this man was breathless, questioning the Gods as to why he was so blessed to have this. The woman before him was all his, and she looked far too good for words. He didn't know what to say nor do as the tailors continued to work on his prototype.

"Oh," Obi began, "he was talking about my-"

"Obi." Mitsuhide came back to his senses as he snapped his neck to look at his fellow aide. Obi gulped harshly at the grim stare that Mitsuhide was giving him. It was just enough to zip his lips and force himself to be distracted by the tailors and their work. He then looks over at Kiki, who keeps her unwavering stare. Mitsuhide's stomach twists. "I-it's nothing, Kiki."

Kiki eyes Obi once more, and sees the deep blue and purple spots on his neck. Kiki looks back over at Mitsuhide and scoffs, "you're as shameless as a dog." Mitsuhide expresses shock, and immediately glares over at Obi, who nervously begins to whistle and dedicate his sight to the open window. "Anyways, I didn't come here to join your… interesting discussion. I came to ask if any of you have seen Shirayuki."

"Shirayuki?" Mitsuhide repeats. Obi was all ears right then, his attention completely on his fellow female aide. "Why are you looking for Shirayuki?" Mitsuhide asks the very question that Obi had already asked in his head but couldn't emit from his mouth.

"I'm supposed to be checking in on the medicinal wing," Kiki hums. She was assigned to ensure all preparations are not only happening, but are also nearing completion. "Although Garak was there and provided me all the information regarding their progress, I had wanted to specifically address something to Shirayuki."

Mitsuhide remained quiet in thought, but Obi simply shrugged. "Did you ask Ryu where Shirayuki was?"

Kiki's face was blank before she turned away from the men and began walking away. "Thank you, Obi. As you were." Obi looked over at the window again, but Mitsuhide's eyes couldn't leave Kiki. He noticed that part of the dress revealed her back and that quickly started taking a toll on Mitsuhide's body. So much so that he needed to say something.

"Kiki!" The aide halted and looked back, her chin on her shoulder to keep from turning around all the way. In that position, it was enough to send Mitsuhide's heart into overdrive. "You… look really beautiful today."

Kiki continued to look blankly but then allowed a small smile to play at her lips. "Thank you, Mitsuhide. I'll be seeing you." With that, Kiki resumed her stride over back to the medicinal wing, having Mitsuhide emit a longing sigh. But the two men were then caught in more surprise as two tailors hurriedly entered the room, breathless and panting.

"Ser Mitsuhide, Ser Obi," one of the tailors began, "have you seen Miss Kiki?"

The two men stare at the corridor that Kiki was walking down, having the two tailors look over and immediately dash over. "Miss Kiki! We aren't finished with the dress just yet! Please wait for us!" Kiki didn't stop her progress over to her destination, having the tailors desperately tail after her.

"I'll tell you right now, Mitsuhide," Obi begins with a teasing smirk, "you've got yourself a keeper." Mitsuhide glares at Obi but smiles soon after. His words were true: Kiki was a keeper and Mitsuhide knows how lucky he is.

Kiki walked through the corridors quickly, while respecting the unfinished dressed that was on her. Her hands clenched the skirt of the dress, attempting to keep the front of the skirt clear from the floor. The tailors had finally caught up to her and attempted to get her back into her room to finish the dress. But seeing as their attempts were futile, they resigned and decided to simply help her carry the rest of the dress to protect it from getting ruined.

She had walked them all the way to the medicinal wing, without any further comments or questions. Kiki went over to Shirayuki and Ryu's office, finding the young boy she had been seeking out. He was on the floor (as usual, seeing as it is one of his favorite places to do work) with books and scrolls surrounding him. He looked as though he had just recently woken up, seeing as his hair was a mess and dried up drool resided at the corner of his lips.

"Ryu," Kiki called out gently, having the boy look up boredly. He solely expressed exhaustion, with no piqued interest in Kiki's change of attire. "I'm looking for Shirayuki, do you know where she is?"

Ryu yawns, covering his mouth while his eyes let out sleepy tears. Giving his eyes a bit of a rub, he looks up at the aide and nods, "I sent Shirayuki up to do a delivery for me."

"A delivery?" Kiki questions.

"Yes," Ryu replies dully. "The Princess asked for a special request and Shirayuki offered to bring it up to her." Kiki looked at the boy in a bit of shock, unsure if his words were honest.

"You sent Shirayuki up to deliver something to Princess Elizabeth?" Kiki asked. "Alone?" Ryu simply nods, having blink a few times before thanking the boy and dismissing herself. She needed to go upstairs as quickly as possible.

Shirayuki hasn't confronted Elizabeth since the slap incident, and Kiki knows that this confrontation will not be better than the last.