He only has a few moments to simply stare about at his surroundings before the prince is once again on the move. His hands slide behind his back as he walks and despite the lovely setting for their little stroll Akito can feels his nervousness building. 'Something about being in a garden with someone I am to marry soon. It makes me feel like I should do something, say something. I've always had something to do, my time off spent either alone or with Father. Something like this. . .It's new. . .It's. . . .' He lets out a soft sigh, alternating between gazing at the landscape and keeping an eye on his soon to be husband. Aki pauses, staring a bit as at first the prince flops on to the ground, then simply lays back like he has not a care in the world. For several long minutes the soldier is at a loss, staring down at the man and wondering seriously if there's something wrong with him. 'Is he having a fit? Is he ill? Should I call someone?' Before panic can set in however he spots a few servants in the distance. He watches as they spot the prince on the ground, then continue about their evening. 'They don't seem worried, so, is this normal for him? The only time I ever felt safe doing something like this is when there were fifty or so warriors not a hundred yards away. But then again, the prince knows nothing of the fears of a soldier. . . .' Letting out a faint sigh Akito kneels at the taller male's side. Settling in comfortably on one knee he simply waits, his eyes scanning the trees. He can not help but feel protective of the other male. Making himself so vulnerable, relaxing despite all the possible dangers. True, the war is over, but that does not mean those defeated will not try something to uproot the country, and killing the prince before his younger sibling is born, and before marrying the war hero, would definitely send some serious ripples through the kingdom. As soon as the prince's eyes open Akito is on his feet, snapping instinctively to attention and following close behind the other man as they make their way inside. It feels oddly familiar when the prince poses a thought to no one and promptly receives an answer. 'Reminds me of those under the general. He would speak and someone always seemed to be there to deliver the information he needed. It was always quite impressive. . . .' The rest of the tour is uneventful save for a few moments where Hiro has to peel his betrothed away from a particularly enchanting piece of art or a fairly entertaining device. His stomach drops a bit at the thought of once again dining with his soon to be in-laws but the feeling does not show as he dutifully follows along behind Hiro as he picks up the pace. Much of the prince's side comments about what he normally does have the soldier a bit curious about why he's not just being himself. After all, they are suppose to be learning to live together, and acting in a way you would not normally creates a false front and is normally meant to mislead the other person. 'But by flat out telling me that what he's doing is abnormal, and telling me what he normally does, he's destroying the illusion. . . .But if he's not trying to make an illusion, then why act differently to begin with, other than to “Be polite”. But he doesn't really have to do that since, if the emperor and empress are any indication, being honest is alright in this family' The confusion continues to tumble through his mind as they approach the dinning hall. However once those doors swing wide his insides plummet a few more feet and his focus is brought to the present. The empress smiles and waves, one hand settled upon her belly protectively. It is not her smile that catches Akito's attention first though. It is clear from the emperor's face that he is displease by something, and as he glances at his wife it's easy to deduce that he thinks she should not be there. 'Likely worried for her health, even though she looks fine. A little paler than before, but more pregnant women get like that at night' He forces his eyes away from the irritated protective man, knowing that if he doesn't he'll just get more and more nervous, and instead turns his attention on to the feast laid out across the table. 'More food than even fifty people could eat in one sitting. . . .I suppose the staff get to eat the leftovers. . . .They can't be letting all this go to waste. . . .' The scent of one of his favorite meats wafts through the air and draws a faint smile to his lips. Though rare when on the go as a soldier, Akito had managed to snag this particular meat more often than the others in his team due to the simple fact that it also happens to be his pet's favorite food, and audrat happen to be good at catching soribird. The smile is more for the fact that it's normally considered the common man's pheasant and seeing it on the royal table is more than a little amusing. 'I bet the servants cook it and put it on the table because they like eating it' He knows he's being a little judgmental, and after thinking about it for a moment he realizes that the king likely grew up snagging it off the side roads as a soldier too, but for his own amusement Akito continues imagining the servants in the kitchen reveling over the savory little bird, making it to their liking. With this thought still at the forefront of his mind he takes the seat he's grown accustom to and nods towards the happy woman on his left. The empress smiles and pats his arm before turning to Hiro and asking about their day. While they are busy talking Aki coaxes Hoko out. The little beast seems far more awake now, chittering happily and standing up tall, trying to find the source of the scent of soribird. The little reptile bird is half way down the table and once the servants begin making up the plates Aki asks politely for two portions of neck meat. He feels a little bad, if his imaginings are correct, but as he listens to Hoko chatter on in anticipation the feeling fades and he pets the creature's back gently. “Good boy, just wait a little bit.” There is a fond look in his eye as he gazes at the little rodent.

As they entered the dining hall, Hiro nodded to both his parents and then quietly took a seat. It was obvious of his father’s disapproval towards his wife’s moving about. Everyone seemed to disapprove it, however the Empress had no intentions of staying still until she was sure she couldn’t move anymore. Though, with how stern the Emperor was, and how she had been short of breath a few times, she decided that she might as well ease up a little on all the moving around. That didn’t mean she would stop helping for the wedding, even if the Emperor insisted that they had the finest planners there was. As both young men sat down, Hiro looks up and smiles at his stepmother. “Our day?” For him, it was filled with simply explaining the whereabouts of Akito’s new home. It wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world, but he had to admit that reminding himself where everything was had been pretty helpful. “Well, it was nice, but I’m sure Akito’s opinion would be the judge of that. After all, I simply went around showing him where everything was. He got a grand tour from me personally.” The prince chuckled lightly. “But, that doesn’t mean it was all that great for Akito. Along with that grand tour, I also showed him to his new room of course and explained that he could also ask the servants for assistance. All that stuff.” Hiro waved his hand as if wrapping up what he had to say. “Mhm, so in any case, Akito should be the one to give feedback.” The Emperor raised an eyebrow as Hiro spoke. “New room? You two won’t be sharing a room?” He didn’t sound disappointed but his tone did hold curiosity to it. His gaze went from Hiro to Akito with the question. The Empress, who had seemed to catch on to Akito’s timidness more so than the Emperor smiled and spoke up before Akito could. “He’s probably just getting settled dear. Not to worry. Though that does remind me,” She motioned to one of the servants standing by. “Do get someone to take Aki’s new clothing and put it in his room. Not Hiro’s. Thank you darling.” She smiled as the servant bowed and hurried off. “Oh, that is still such a lovely and cute pet you have.” The Empress smiled in delight and then nodded. “Anyway, yes, how do you like everything so far? Anything you’d like, or like to know?” While the attention turned to Akito, Hiro quietly grabbed a few meats and veggies for his plate and began to eat. He listened, wondering how Akito would respond, or if he'd crack under pressure from all the attention he was getting. 'Poor thing. . . Maybe I shouldn't have put him on the spot like that. . . Well, he's going to have to learn eventually.'

Clicking his tongue lightly Akito has a kind of conversation with his pet while they wait. Until of course suddenly his betrothed drops all the attention on to him. His body freezes and his eyes go a little wide against his will. Luckily he has a few extra seconds to compose himself as the emperor takes interest in their sleeping arrangement. That exchange however brings about whole new levels of tenseness in his middle but he's able to push it down and smile back at the empress when she once more compliments Hoko. “He's a rather healthy example of his kind.” he murmurs, the faint movements of his lips causing the rodent to paw at his mouth with his large paws. Akito to blows on them to make him pull them back and the Empress giggles at the exchange. With a faint cough, his heart racing and his cheeks flushing lightly he looks to the food now being placed before he as he begins responding. “The tour was thorough and informative. There are a lot of wonderful things here in the palace I would like more time to look at, but his highness was very efficient in showing me most everything on the premises.” He clicks his tongue and motions to the second place, letting Hoko know he can start eating. 'So far so good I thin' he thinks to himself, licking his lips. Looking up at the empress he notices a faintly curious look on her face but as she does not speak up right away he decides to continue. He doesn't even notice he's sitting rather stiffly, just as he would when delivering a report to the general. That is not what has her curious however, but he will find that out soon enough. He goes on to praise the gardens and the murals, the king having a few offhanded comments on how old most of the artwork in the palace is, until at last the empress asks the questions that just won't leave her mind. “Aki dear, what do you mean by 'most everything'?” The emperor looks a little surprised then thoughtful. After a moment he smiles at his wife, proud of her attention to detail. For his part, Akito looks a little uncomfortable. Well, a little more uncomfortable. 'Why is she asking? Does she think that I think that some things are being hidden from me and that I'm suspicious? Did I see something I wasn't suppose to? Why. . . .' He lets out a faint breath. “I just meant, we did not go down every hall, and we skipped the servant areas altogether.” he says softly. He can feel his body tensing even further as both the rulers look at him with great confusion. 'Why would he want to see the servant areas? He's going to be a royal. Those areas are of no consequence' the empress thinks, tilting her head to the side. Her husband's thought mirror hers. When he'd come to this palace he'd been nervous for sure, and curious, but it never even crossed his mind to wonder about the servants and how they go about their day, save for getting done what needs to be done of course. Hoko senses how tense he is and begins looking around for danger, his lips pulling back to expose his needle sharp teeth. Not really knowing what to do now, Akito remains silent, staring at his hands.

Hiro nibbled his food, watching the interaction go on with a curious gaze. The prince was still surprised by how much Akito blushed- even at the simplest things. He wondered if his parents noticed it too, however his betrothed had been with him most of the day, so he didn’t guarantee they noticed too much. The young soldier’s response made everyone, save for Hiro, give a curious gaze. HIm wanting to see the servants’ quarters was of course odd for any of the royal family, but Hiro quickly intervened by clearing his throat. “It’s no big deal. I suppose he may have wanted to better acquaint with the entire palace, just in case he got lost. Either way, it doesn’t hurt to be curious.” Both parents looked at each other for a moment before seeming to come to terms with the assessment of Akito’s actions. It fell silent for a moment, so the two could take a few bites of their food, Hiro took that opportunity to give an apologetic smile for putting the male in the spotlight. The prince then took a breath, as if demonstrating it to Akito, then mouthed the words ‘Relax’. The poor male would probably pass out from how embarrassed he was. After he managed to catch Akito’s gaze, Hiro was once more eating, paying no mind to the bristling little creature Akito had. The Empress stopped for a moment making a small ‘oh’ noise before placing a hand on her large belly. This caused the Emperor to stop and turn to her quickly. “Relax love. The baby just kicked is all.” She smiled and then went back to eating her food. After a few moments, the Emperor did the same. Hiro had looked up in concern as well, however relaxed before his father. He learned that when his stepmother said she was fine, she meant it. However, he did notice her gaze go up to Akito again as if to speak, so once more Hiro politely intervened so Akito wouldn’t have to speak. “Ah I was wondering, something about the wedding.” This was the first he openly displayed some sort of interest in it, so both the Emperor and the Empress looked at him with curious gazes, Hiro, as much as he didn’t want to talk about it, decided to ‘take one for the team’. “So, who’s all invited? I hear so much about decorating, but I’ve heard of no one showing up.” This seemed to make the Empress perk up in delight. “Ah! I almost forgot to mention it!” She thinks over the list. “You remember the Kurosawa and Mazashi family, yes? I hear The Kurosawa’s daughter has gotten engaged as well. The Mazashi family and their baby boy will be showing up. Oh, I can’t wait to see their cute baby!” She begins to ramble and gossip like a teen, not seeming to care who listened. However it seemed, the Emperor paid the most attention. Hiro met most of the families she had mentioned, but their interaction with Hiro was normally brief. While his mother rambled on, Hiro finished his own food, glancing over at her every now and then to show he was paying attention- at least somewhat.

It is with great relief that Akito slowly looks up from his hands, feeling the rulers' eyes move off of him and over to his betrothed. His hands slowly come apart – slightly slick from nervous sweat – and he reaches out to stroke a finger down Hoko's back. The creature calms, turning around to lick at the warrior's chin before curling up and going back to eating. A smile finds it's way to his eyes alone and for a moment all he can think is that there is something unmistakably sweet about the man he is to marry. . .And that is not a bad quality for a husband. 'Of course those reasons are valid too, but that's not really why I want to explore those areas. . .' That paranoid part of his mind can not get those suspicious images out of his head, and for now he considers his vigilance a good thing.

The smile in his eyes reaches his lips for a moment as Hiro graces him with one of his own. 'So beautiful' His thought brings a flush once more to his cheeks but a moment later the youth across from him once more encourages him to 'relax', so with a concerted effort he takes a deep breath and turns his focus back on to his food. He tenses moments later but relaxes immediately as he recognizes the noise of a woman with an overly active bun in the oven. As the emperor looks to her, concerned, Akito offers up an amused smile before taking another bite of a meal he has as of yet not been calm enough to actually taste.

Only a bite later there is once more talking going on around him. However since it does not directly involve him at the moment he is able to listen while focusing on his meal. At last that savory meat touches his tongue and sends him back to the field with it's flavor. Hoko chitters happily, having finished his portion a while ago, the beast is not above begging more off his master. The soldier however is too busy with the duel task of remaining calm – an act aided by the nostalgic flavors – and actually paying attention to stuff that will affect his future.

Like any excited mother planning a wedding a wave of excitement seems to pass through the woman as she goes off on her list of attendees. The looming prospect of being surrounded by so many nobles threatens to spook the man once more, the urge to flee to the woods returning. However as her list comes to an end she turns suddenly to Akito with a smile. Despite the smile the young man has to fight the urge to jump and looks up at the empress with a subtle polity questioning expression. “Yes my lady?” he asks softly, setting his fork down.

“Oh, I was just wondering, who will be coming from your side?” Her tone is light and for the first time Akito realizes that she knows of his familial situation.

'She knows that the general is my only family and that I was orphaned. That I have no blood ties. . .' He swallows slowly before taking a sip of his drink and dropping his gaze to the happy animal on his knee, now licking it's paws clean. Just out of sight of his gaze the empress adopts an apologetic expression, fearing she did not approach the subject delicately enough, however before she can make amends Akito speaks up softly, but clearly. “Well, the general will be coming. As. . .As he is my family. He will stand with me. And, um, I think I overheard him saying that my unit will also be invited to come.” Trying to brush away some of the awkward he adds on with a small laugh. “I'm sure they'll all show up. It's free food after all.”

The emperor chuckles at this, nodding. “Yes, they are invited, as your closest companions. I'm sure a few will have something to say in your favor when it comes time to speak of your virtues.” He says this with such jovial confidence that Akito does not have the heart to admit that most of them barely know him despite having served with him for many years, some so far back as to have been around when he was adopted.

Hiro's gaze drifted from his mother to his betrothed. The list was done, and his mother decided to once more try and pose a question for Akito. This time, Hiro decided not to intervene- then again, he couldn’t and didn't really want to. The young soldier would just have to learn that he needed to relax. Which seemed like it was going to take a while. The prince's gaze flickered around the table until finally it rested on Akito's plate as he spoke. He didn't have anyone attending the wedding for him, save his parent and maybe the soldiers he fought with. "Well, at least we'll be protected even more." It wasn't an intentional sly or sarcastic comment, but it seemed to have came out that way.

The Emperor's gaze turned to his son, showing a faint hint of annoyance. However his voice remained calmed. "Is there a problem with it?"

Hiro absent-mindedly shook his head and shrugged, not bothering to look up from toying with his chopsticks. "None whatsoever. I mean, who wouldn't feel safe? After all, it's to be sure enemies we have don't ruin anything." The Empress cleared her throat and pushed her plate forward. Hiro noticed and did the same and the servants began to collect dishes. The conversation between the two had subsided before it could begin and end on a bad note. The conversation travelled to different topics, most trying to figure out a little more about Akito.

After sitting and listening, Hiro became fairly bored. "Well, if you don't mind, or if you do doesn't matter, I'll be stepping away." He had finished dinner and didn't feel the need to stay longer and chat. It didn’t interest him too much.

"You're not going to stay and talk to your betrothed?" The Empress gave a curious look.

Hiro shook his head. "I'm sure he is probably sick of seeing my face most of the day. I'm fine with giving him his space." The sarcasm was noticeable in his voice. He had already stood up and began walking out. Before he did, he gave a small wave.

"What a troublesome child." The Emperor muttered lightly with a shake of his head.

Meanwhile, Hiro had decided to relax in the bath. Walking to his room, a servant was already notified of his request and rushed to get things together for him. The prince let out a soft sigh before removing the band from his hair and tossing it on the bed. It fell into a messy style and he merely ruffled it out of the way. "Your bath is ready Your Majesty." The prince nodded and walked over to the bowing servant.

"Thank you." The servant gave a small 'of course' before following after him as he retreated to the baths. Once there, Hironori stripped off his robes and shoes and climbed in the wooden bath. The servant had waited just for that, grabbing his clothing and setting up two folded towels on a near by bench. Hiro gave a small sigh and sank lower into the water. What the others planned to do, he had no idea, but it was late and the day was coming to a close, so it didn't matter too much- unless of course they needed him for something.

The mood around the table goes from a little nervous and light to rather tense in the matter of moments as the prince's offhanded comment seems to rouse a bit of irritation in the lord and lady of the palace. Akito feels a little twinge at the way the man before him put it, but at the same time he knows the prince's stance on the war and all things related to it so he's not shocked to hear him say such things. 'Still, they are the only people who are coming for me and you see fit to just cast them off as faceless killers in a bare five seconds. You were so sweet until a moment ago, why. . . .?' He lets out a soft sigh, focusing on Hoko the best he can, once more unable to taste his meal even as he continues consuming the sweet, soft meat.

The conversation quickly turns once more towards the soldier and with a start he does his best to answer the emperor's and empress' questions. The things they ask are fairly vague and related to the wedding itself so nothing of real consequence is revealed in the exchange and before long the prince bores of the prattle and excuses himself. Aki feels a bit abandoned at the sudden departure however it is clear form the young man's tone and quick exit that he is nos invited. 'Where did that kind youth go from this afternoon?' he muses, still rather upset at the sudden change but resigned tot he fact that he, as a soldier, is unwelcome around the prince when it does not suit him.

Aki has nothing to say to the pregnant woman's assessment of her step son and rather than offering up his own thoughts focuses on finishing his meal. The two rulers talk amongst themselves for a time, recalling a few times from the prince's younger years where he'd gotten into mischief or had a row with his father over various things. Akito listens intently despite keeping his eyes firmly on his food, and makes several notes on the prince's perceived character based on the parent's assessments and observations. He knows better than to make judgments without knowing the full truths, or at least both sides of a situation, however with the prince's current mood he knows there is no way he will be getting any civil conversation out of him any time soon.

'I don't know what suddenly turned him, but I have the feeling it was my fault' That depressing thought takes root in his mind as Hoko slips back beneath his obi to get a head start on his evening nap before his nightly prowl. As soon as he's finishes the rulers depart with a smile and wave, summoning a servant to show Akito around should he need someone to wait on him. The soldier looks nervously at the servant, a comely middle aged woman who’s smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. After several long silent moments he murmurs softly, “Um, could you point me towards where I may rest?” He's not quite got the confidence to call it “my room” so that's the best he can do.

The woman bows and begins leading the way. He'd much prefer if sh simply pointed at the right hallway but does not complain, his shyness returning in full force now that he does not have the young prince to back him up. 'As I recall, he's only a few doors down, so if anything. . . .' That thought cuts off half way as he realizes that no matter what, he will not be visiting the young man's room in the night. He can't even begin to let himself consider such a thing, even if it's for something as simply as he's unable to sleep and would like someone to talk to.

Instead he resigns himself to sleepless nights on a comfy bed never meant for people like him, in a place where his kind had not been housed in many long decades. True, the king had been a soldier like him, but unlike the panicked youth - now bowing to the servant as she hurries off to continues with other duties after showing him to his room – the king had quickly taken his place and had the poise and confidence that made the transition almost flawless, as if he'd never been a soldier.

With a soft sigh Akito closes the doors to the room silently before impulsively checking it over for any possible threats. In the back of his mind he knows he's being ridiculous, but that does not stop him from following through til ever corner is searched thoroughly. Once that is doe he allows himself to relax slightly, and glance at the bed. No, he's not ready yet. He can still feel his energy far to high to even consider laying down. With slow precision he removes his outer clothing, setting it carefully on the end of his bed so it does not wrinkle, then follows with his inner clothing. Hoko, who had plopped to the floor when the obi was removed, begins examining the room thoroughly and Aki can't help but smile as the critter mimics his own actions not minutes earlier.

Once he's down to his unders, his tabi and sandals settling just under the edge of his bed, the soldier falls into some basic warm-up poses, his sheathed sword arcing gracefully through the air as he loosens up before bed. As soon as his inspection is over Hoko climbs up a bed post and crawls on to the bed, making sure it's good and comfortable for his owner by rolling over and over the covers, getting his soft little hairs all over the place. Akito is too focused on what he's doing to notice until at least he gets through his exercise and looks over at the now still critter.

“Hokooooo!” he whines, looking at all the fur, a fear setting up in his stomach that the servants will grow tired of having to defur his bedding whenever it gets changed. However after a moment he realizes that the whole room will be eventually quite furry due to the fact that an animal now lives in it and allows himself to relax ever so slightly. “I'll just have to try and do my own part in the cleaning. He's mine after all. . .” At the sound of his name Hoko had sat up quite cutely and now is at the edge of the bed, demanding attention. With another sigh Aki takes a seat beside the rodent, obliging him by petting him just the way he likes it for several minutes.

Finally he feels relaxed enough to at least try sleeping and with a stern face he picks up his partner and looks him in the eye. Hoko looks back at the man intently, paying close attention. “Now listen up Hoko. We're still sorta guests here, so no exploring too far, stay inside, and stay out of sight. I don't need you scaring the servants or getting yourself chased if they think you some sort of pest, got it?” The rodent feline chitters in response and Akito huffs softly before setting him on the ground and blowing out the single lamp lit on his bedside table. In the darkness the moon's glow from through the large windows running along one wall of his room makes to room look almost like it's underwater and Aki can't help but smile at the image. Quickly slipping between the covers he tosses and turns for almost and hour before giving up and dragging half the covers on to the floor along with a pillow. On the hard surface he's able to get comfortable rather quickly and in no time, he falls into an uneasy sleep.

“Your highness,” One servant quietly got Hironori’s attention. The young prince was neck deep in the heated water and a warm towel was resting over his eyes. She wasn’t sure if had been asleep, but after he had cleaned off and settled to relax, she couldn’t help but debate that was the case. A soft, questioning hum answered her question, and she cleared her throat lightly. “My apologies for disturbing you. I just wanted to let you know that it is getting fairly late. I wouldn’t want the water getting too cold for you.” Her gaze stayed on the towels in her hand as she spoke.

There was a moment of silence as the servant waited for a response or a command to leave. Instead, the water splashed a little as Hiro stretched his arms over his head and removed the towel off his face. “I suppose you’re right.” A yawn escaped before he could continue. “I should probably head to bed. I’m sure everyone else is asleep now.” He stood and climbed out of the bath. The servant quickly handed him his towel before looking away from him. It was obvious that few of the younger servants had been infatuated by the prince, but most occasions he paid no mind to them, unless he was in a good mood and decided to be flirtatious. He toweled off and thanked her for the robe. He was left to his own devices and walked his way to his room.

He decided to take the long way to his room. It was quiet, save for the few night servants shuffling about. He realized it was pretty quiet all the time around the large home. There were dozens of people who occupied the place and yet it always seemed pretty empty. He passed his father’s dojo, peeking inside just because. There was no real value to it for him, but there were occasions that he thought maybe just maybe he could appeal to his father and at least attempt to try out his interests...Of course those thoughts faded and he continued on his way. Hironori walked along, stopping by his personal study. Another small yawn escaped him but he shuffled inside in order to clean up a bit more. The books were stacked and pushed into place and he reorganized a few more things. Eventually, he wandered to his own room, looking over at Akito’s door before continuing. Unlike his betrothed, he comfortably fell asleep on his lush bed.

Morning seemed to come way too soon and Hiro buried himself deeper under the covers as the sun shined. He could have sworn the servants moved his bed and angled him directly in the sun. He didn’t want to get up and face the world today. His first day had already been hectic. The second day would probably be less interesting. As he mentioned to Akito before, they could do anything they wanted in the palace- and yet there was nothing to do. He sighed and stayed hidden, only debating to get up when his stomach growled. He could already sense the monotonous conversation at breakfast. ”How did you sleep?” “Was there anything you wanted to try doing today?”

Farther down, a servant had already knocked on Akito’s door in order to get him ready and awake for the day. In fact, they had done so thirty minutes before even bothering to get Hironori up. All were well aware of Hiro’s tendencies to sleep in, so they decided to give him only a few extra minutes- but of course, not enough to be late for breakfast.