There was anything more confusing than royal customs? Kisame life was spend mostly as an soldier, side caste to the powerful last leader that reign over the clan. Training his raw strength and skills were his only occupation as much he could remember. For one side that was good, he and Kagami spend days getting to know each other and learning about the rules together. Even reminding his shinobi’s academy days, the way how they used to mock the hoshigaki’s elders and escape a few lessons just to spend walking by the surroundings; showing his spouse-to-be all of parts of the castle that now was his home. Their home.
Days passed by quickly; weeks even so until their marriage date was settled. Carriages and Ships arriving one by one by the bay, adorned with symbols of the Uchihas, Hozukis and others clans that made by their alliance. Specially leaders and their immediate families, at least that part of Kirigakure never been so agitated as before. Turning the closest villages into tourism locations for those new to the water country.
Only one thing was left after the days where they both had to choose the menu of the banquet that was going to be served the night; their wedding clothing.
In the main city of Kirigakure, an blacksmith specialist in armors talked with the Hoshigaki’s seamstress. The alpha woman lead both of them there to take their size for their clothes.
Kisame seemed clearly excited, eyes scanned the room as if didn’t know where to focus. For an Hoshigaki, armor was nothing more than an fancy adornment used in special celebrations; since their skin was more than enough to protect better than any metal.
“ Iron.. Gold, Copper.. Which one would I look good? Hehehe. ~ Oh? One second! I’ll be back soon, alright?” Leaving the Uchiha with a kiss over the hand, excusing himself to the inside to try a few chest plates.
Leaving Kagami with the Seamstress, that immediately lost the forced smile she used before. Walking by full displays of armors, in special one that had painted with the Hozuki’s clan; carved with waves to represent what more they were know for. A malicious stare towards the lonely Uchiha that stood there.
“ ~ I been dressing every leaders over years as long I can remember’ crafting breath taking armors and dresses for my clan... Yet, never ever I had trouble with finding something for someone being too small.” A few knocks over the plates, tracing fingers over the cape that was tied to the shoulder’s protectors. “ Tell me ... did they told you about their promised wife? The one you stole the place from?” Turning her head to the side as someone that hided their laugh. “ Hoshigaki and Hozuk, natives of Kirigakure. How pretty it would be...”
