I needed a fic. So I’m making a fic. It’s no where near done but I need to know if they sound to OOC. They are all I currently think about.
Summary: Shirayuki is gone for a couple days. The boys miss her but find comfort in one another. A Shirayuki x Zen x Obi getting together fic.
“How much longer?” The whine of his voice made him seem less princely and more toddler-like. Obi bit back his smirk, as Zen scowled, “It’s not funny. I miss her.” His arms crossed the front of his chest as his bottom lip quivered into a pout. The documents that needed signing were long forgotten. The ink-well and pen sat precariously on the edge of the desk, drying up in the dwindling hours. The sun was just dipping beneath the horizon, and Zen’s eyes never left it. The deepening red hues bled into a deep purple that brought the promise of nightfall. It was the red that drew Zen in, and if Obi was being honest, drew him in too. Both boys had their eyes locked on the window. Mitsuhide and Kiki watched with growing annoyance, but failed to hide their soft smiles, reserved for only this- the small moments of humanity that breeched their stoic Obi, and princely Zen.
“Only a few more days, your highness. I am sure Garak and the gang will be back as quickly as possible.” A small hum of agreement came from Kiki as Zen rolled his eyes,
“I know. I know-” The fight died on his tongue and settled into a long sigh. “I just need her in my sight, and it’s worse that Obi is here too.” The guard turned in mock-surprise at the sound of his name. His hand came up to his chest as he gasped,
“Why, Master, here I thought you loved my presence. I am appalled. If I’m not wanted, then perhaps I shall go-” A hand grasps Obi’s wrist, keeping him from leaving.
“No, you know that’s not what I meant. I’m just anxious. Every time she leaves our sight, something happens. Ryu and Garak care for her, but they don’t have your skill set. I only trust you, Obi.” His hand never once left Obi’s wrist. A deep heat settled on the guard's cheeks as his free arm rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly,
“I wasn’t going to leave. It was just a joke…” He trailed off. Zen’s fingers squeezed tightly, a warning. Not a time for joking, Obi could read between the lines.
“Don’t. Please don’t say her name. I can’t bear to hear it without her face.”
“That is a little over dramatic, don’t you think?” Obi could hear the bubbling giggles hidden between the words. No jokes about leaving, but over-dramatic antics? That was okay. Zen swayed in his seat, his fingers still tight against Obi’s wrist, as his other hand cascaded over his forehead,
“Over dramatic? Me? I’m nearly faint at the thought.” The group fell into neat giggles. Mistuhide was quick to share a glance at Kiki. The blonde subtly shifted her eyes from Obi’s wrist back to her partner. A smug smirk was shared between the two as the room filled with more laughter.
“How much longer until they figure it out?” The question had bounced between the pair before. Their watchful gazes carefully followed the twisting shadow of Zen. His faux sword hit each dummy with accuracy. He had been at it for over an hour, sweat glistening on his forehead. The sweep of the faux sword was fatally hard. Mitsuhide winced, glad they had bowed out as partners so Zen could let out some steam. Obi was off wandering about. They were both sure he needed to let out some steam as well. They had been pacing in the room, constantly on edge in worry. It was Kiki’s idea to let them out, but they still looked and behaved like they were caged animals. Mitsuhide swore he heard a growl escape from Zen as the dummy’s head clattered to the floor,
“You saw how long it took Zen to figure out his feelings for Shirayuki. He’s kind of dumb when it comes to this.” Kiki’s words were low and murmured beneath her breath. Zen seemed to have freakish hearing when it came to his ramped-up emotions, “Our Obi, on the other hand…”
“He has always been freakishly observant. I bet he’s too busy living in his head out of fear-”
“Fear of what?” Obi’s breath tickled the back of Mitsuhide’s neck. Goose bumps rise beneath the softness. A scream lodges in Mitsuhide’s throat, and his hands clasp his chest,
“Jesus Obi, we really should put a bell on you.” The giant guard leans forward and heaves in deep breaths in hopes of calming his erratic heartbeat. Both Kiki and Obi giggle at the sight, “Did that not scare you?” Mitsuhide demands of the giggling blonde, who only shrugs her shoulders,
“I have nerves of steel.” The nonchalant answer introduces another round of laughter. The sweat-dripping Zen is pulled away from the torn-apart dummies and turns towards the group,
“What’s going on?” The prince wipes his white hair off his forehead and leans down to grab the water bottle. His eyes fall to Obi first. He ignores the way his stomach somersaults at the sight of him. A nagging feeling grinds at the back of his mind that something, no, someone, is missing. The somersaults twist into nausea. He needs her here besides Obi. He needs her AND him.
“Nothing, Master. Mistuhide and Kiki were just startled by my presence. They think I need a bell. Do you think I need one?” The question is lilted with a tone of teasing. Obi’s eyes never leave Zen’s. The two always end up in some sort of staring match, neither ever backing down.
“No. Mistsuhide just needs to become more like Kiki.” Zen jokes as he glances quickly at the keeled-over guard. His ragged breathing had gone back to normal. The pose now just seems to be more dramatic than anything.
“Hey! Not everyone can be made of metal. She’s practically a robot!”
“Now that one hurt. You should be nicer to women.” Kiki chastised the now frowning Mitsuhide. The two of them hoped the dramatics would distract the prince and the ever-watchful Obi. Their hope dwindled when they both caught the questioning eye from Obi,
“You look like you devastated some dummies, Master. Maybe you should take a cool-down walk.” The suggestion was more like a command. Zen frowned, but took the command with a shrug of his shoulders,
“Yeah, I guess.” The prince turned to walk away, his shoulders hunched to his ears as he stumbled away uncomfortably. He hated the feeling of being left out, but he trusted that Obi sent him away for his benefit. He never questioned his friends, as faith always worked out for him in the end.
“I’ll apologize later,” Obi started when he was sent a stern look his way from Mitsuhide, “but for now, I need to talk about your little rendezvous. The Prince doesn’t need to hear speculations that you have about me.” Obi’s voice was steady, and his shoulders squared. Over time, at the castle, Obi’s walls had crumbled. He slunked around with a slouch and an easy smile resting on his lips. In front of them, the old Obi returned. There was no warmth to his face, and his back was erect.
“Easy, Obi. Nothing we said was terrible. I admit, we can be a little bit of gossipers. We aren’t conspirators against Zen or you. You’re our friend.” At the word friend, the tightly wound shoulders of Obi eased a bit. He gave a curt nod,
“Sure, but what do you mean by living in fear. I fear nothing.” The bravado fell short. Both Kiki and Mitsuhide could see behind the facade. The last year had opened them up to a new side of Obi, especially when it involved Zen and Shirayuki. When those two are around, they tend to forget about the watchful eyes of the others. They were a tight-knit group that brought out each other’s softness. They openly shared their fears and relaxed in each other's presence. Time seemed to stand still around the group.
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