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Zoi and Ami, Silver Millenium

"Zoisite, I'm not sure about this."

The Mercurian princess was standing in her betrothed's private bedroom, nervously fidgeting as the blond-haired man walked in circles around her. He waved off her concerns with a well-manicured hand.

"Nonsense, Ami-chan. You asked for my help and, if I may be so bold to say, it's one of my areas of expertise."

This Ami could not deny. Even so she shuddered lightly when Zoisite touched her bare shoulder with one of his long, delicate fingers, and trailed it down the length of her arm. Noticing this, the copper-blonde haired man smiled.

"You're awfully sensitive, that's adorable."

Ami felt her cheeks grow warm. "H-Hey!" she protested when Zoisite began to run his finger down her arm and along her waist. The slightly older man giggled slightly.

"Another lesson will be order for that I think," he mused. "We can't have you acting like a blushing bride on your first night can we?"

The blue-haired woman's face turned bright red and a little of her rarely-seen temper peeked out. "Zoisite, if you don't stop embarrassing me I'm calling the whole thing off!"

Zoisite stopped what he was doing, and looked into her blue eyes with his green ones. Ami told herself insistently that she would not fall for those innocent eyes, which she knew perfectly well not to believe. Yet, Zoisite pulled it off so convincingly…

Ami made a little frustrated noise. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "Let's just…get this done?"

The other man's smile widened and he grinned. "Aw, Ami-chan, at least let's do this properly with a bit of vigor! There's nothing more fun than having to do this lovely favour you asked. No one asks me for my help these days."

"It'd be a little awkward I think to ask…" Ami pointed out quietly.

Zoisite laughed a little but it had a slightly bitter tone to it. "Anyways, I'm touched. Now if you may, shall we get started?"

Ami bit her lip and there was determination in her eyes. "…Yes."

Zoisite couldn't look happier as he practically skipped to his large closet. "Now, the first thing you need, before anything happens, is to wear something deliciously…attractive."

He pushed open the sliding doors of his closet with great flair, and revealed a large walk-in closet with clothes galore. After the initial surprise faded, Ami observed that there were two racks, one on either side. The right held uniforms, modest cotton work shirts, long narrow pants and some fancy shirts of high end fashion design for broader shoulders and narrow hips. The other, on the other hand…

Zoisite couldn't look any prouder of his collection, and it was this one that he was standing next to with his chest puffed out. Ami wasn't sure what to say but felt that she had to make her mouth move.

Dresses. Sundresses, plain dresses, cotton dresses, evening gowns and semi-formal skirts and blouses. Dresses of every shape and color, with frills, without frills, slinky or corseted. Every dress imaginable was hanging off of Lord Zoisite's left rack in his large walk in closet.

Without registering Ami's look of surprise, Zoisite gave her a smile that reminded her of a overexcited Chesire cat. There was a certain glint in his eye that made Ami suddenly feel like a dress up doll for children.

"Let's get you ready for your date."

"Zoisite-chan," Ami said softly as Zoisite tugged on the light blue laces behind her. "If you don't mind me asking…how did you manage to collect all of these things?"

The man behind her gave a faint grunt as she gasped, before tying off the laces in a delicate bow. "Ordering," he replied perkily as he made sure the knot was going to able to undo later but also solid enough to keep the dress on her.

"You …wear them, am I right?"

Zoisite gave her a look as though she had two heads. "What else would I be doing with them, Ami-chan? Other than dressing you up on your date, of course."

Ami blushed lightly again. "I've never seen you wear them," she said thoughtfully.

Zoisite laughed a little. "If you see any pretty girl walking around on these grounds when the Shitennou are not working, take another good look and don't call my name."

Ami found herself both feeling mortified and smiling at the same time. She couldn't believe her betrothed had been walking around in skirts and dresses on his days off and she hadn't even noticed. Yet at the same time she smiled, for Zoisite was the only man she knew fearless enough to do such a thing. Bravery that she did not possess.

Zoisite finished his dressing with sorting out the last few kinks in her skirt before pulling back with a happy glow to his face. "There."

Ami looked down then, and tentatively swirled in her new attire. She was donning a plain blue cotton dress with large straps that reached her knees. The skirt itself was volumized with some help of some underskirts, and a simple white patters of white summer flowers was embroidered along the dress. A similar pattern trailed from one blue strap to along the collarbone with hints of peeping along the breastline. The dress was both modest and attractive, plain yet eyecatching. Zoisite had made a good choice for his shy fiancé.

"Just one last touch," he said, and he pulled out a drawer from the vanity he had been leaning on. He pulled out a hair clip, adorned with a simple white flower with smaller ones clustered along the bottom, with silk blue ribbons curling around it. He slipped this into Ami's hair, almost fondly, his eyes soft as he attached it to her dark blue hair. "Done."

Pulling away, Ami slowly reached up to her hair, feeling the delicate decoration in her hair. Zoisite was gazing at his to-be wife with a strange look on his face, one of admiration and awe that she had never seen him look at her with before.

"You're beautiful, Ami-chan."

She understood the magnitude of those words, and looked up at her fiancé with a smile on her face. "Thank you, Zoisite," she said, and took her soon-to-be husband's hand in her hand.

Zoisite, being shameless as he was, took this a step further and wrapped his arms tightly around Ami. She accepted and returned his embrace with a soft smile on her face.

The two remained like that for a while before Zoisite slowly pulled away. Ami knew that she was the only woman he touched like that. He gave her a bit of a uncertain smile before asking, "Do you remember how to walk in those shoes?"

Ami looked down and saw her tall heels, strapped around her ankles. "No…"

Zoisite smiled uncertainly again before holding out his hand. "Another practice then." He took a deep breath and bowed before Ami. "My lovely, it would be a great honor if you took my humble hand."

Ami smiled at her fiancé with scepticism in her eyes. Zoisite dropped the hand and groaned.

"Ami-chan, I don't have enough testosterone for this."

The blue-haired girl laughed. "I know, Zoisite. Good effort though, good effort."

He smiled when he saw that she was having a good time, and offered his hand again. This time, she took it, and together they walked hand in hand towards the door. Ami watched as Zoisite walked seamlessly in his taller-heeled boots, while she took more hesitant, demure steps. She gave a sigh; even Zoisite would look better in these shoes than she would.

He noticed this and stopped. "Ami-chan, what's wrong?"

Ami shook her head. "It's nothng," she said, as she also came to a stop. "Only…you'd make such a much lovelier woman than me, Zoi-chan."

Zoisite turned to face Ami straight on. "Ami-chan, don't." He took her hands in his, but she couldn't seem to look up at him.

"I know it's awfully silly..." She looked down at her heels, then at his. "I'm so worried that he won't think of me as much as a woman. You would look and act so much more beautifully than I would."

"Ami-chan." Zoisite's voice was soft, but firm, and he tilted her head up to look at him with a finger under her chin. "You think it's easy for me? Every day I wake up and I don't think I'm half as much as a man as you are a beautiful woman. So don't say that, because we both know it's not true. And even if it was, what does it matter?"

Ami looked up into those green eyes, beautiful green eyes with lashes longer than her own.  Zoisite's eyes were sincere and serious, a rare side of him that only she and a few special others got to see. She felt her uncertainties fading under those certain eyes.

"He'll love you for who you are and no more or less," Zoisite reassured quietly.  "That's how you know it's true."

Ami felt herself smiling and her worry slowly diminishing, swimming away. "Kunzite-sama knows about this, doesn't he?" She gestured to the dress-strewn floor and open closet.

Zoisite smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "He stocked the naughtier half in the back."

Ami had to stifle a giggle at this, attempting to remain proper, but the image of the serious, unsmiling broad man buying short frilly dresses brought a smile to her face. Zoisite's smile widened when he saw she was finally feeling a bit more comfortable.

"I'm sorry, Ami-chan," he said quietly. "That I can't be the husband you want.  It's the least I can do to at least help you find him."

Ami shook her head, and gently touched Zoisite's cheek. "I understand, Zoisite-chan. You don't have to apologize." She let her fingers slid down his jaw distantly. "We're quite the pair, aren't we?"

Zoisite giggled a little. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "We are."

Feeling much more at ease now, Ami gave her friend a kiss on the cheek before turning. Zoisite stepped over the discarded clothes and placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Ready?"

Ami tightened her hand on her matching purse but there was an excited sort of look on her face. "Ready," she said softly.

Turning the doorknob, Zoisite opened the door. A young man around Ami's age stood against the hall, waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had dark brown hair and large but sincere dark brown eyes, and he straightened quickly when he saw his date. His eyes widened and a look of awe touched his face.

"M-Mizuno-san…"

Ami smiled and stepped out of Zoisite's bedroom with confidence. "Hello, Urawa-san."

The young man smiled in both disbelief and amazement, before offering the flowers to her. She took them with grace and accepted his arm, before the two of them walked down the hall towards the castle ballroom. Before she turned the corner, Ami looked over her shoulder, and smiled gratefully at her friend. Zoisite returned it before the couple disappeared around the corner.

"Playing cupid are we?" A deep rich voice noted from the other side of the hall. Zoisite turned around and saw the leader of the Shitennou around the corner, leaning against a pillar. Zoisite smiled brightly at seeing his lover and mentor.

"I think I did a fairly good job," he said, before opening the door wider as Kunzite began to walk towards him. He looked very pleased with himself. "And I'd rather think of it as playing aesthetic consultant than cupid."

Kunzite chuckled as he arrived closer to Zoisite. "The castle mathematician and the Mercurian princess. Hopefully Princess Serenity and Endymion-sama will approve."

Zoisite rolled his eyes. "If she sees how much happier Ami-chan is with him rather than me, she will. And Endymion-sama will follow suit."

There was a faint smile on Kunzite's face as he closed the inches between himself and his lover.

"I got you something," he said softly, as he revealed a bag from behind him. The name Usui was prominent on its side.

Zoisite took the bag with big, bright eyes before looking inside. A smile grew on his face as he looked back up at Kunzite.

"How did you know?" he asked playfully, and Kunzite's smile widened, as though the two of them were sharing a secret only they knew.

"A little birdie told me." He closed the distance and kissed his lover on the lips, and Zoisite wrapped his arms around his lover, dropping the bag. As the two men kissed lovingly in front of Zoisite's door, a faint green dress peeked out from the forgotten bag, waiting to be used later that night.

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Zoi and Ami, Silver Millenium

"Zoisite, I'm not sure about this."

The Mercurian princess was standing in her betrothed's private bedroom, nervously fidgeting as the blond-haired man walked in circles around her. He waved off her concerns with a well-manicured hand.

"Nonsense, Ami-chan. You asked for my help and, if I may be so bold to say, it's one of my areas of expertise."

This Ami could not deny. Even so she shuddered lightly when Zoisite touched her bare shoulder with one of his long, delicate fingers, and trailed it down the length of her arm. Noticing this, the copper-blonde haired man smiled.

"You're awfully sensitive, that's adorable."

Ami felt her cheeks grow warm. "H-Hey!" she protested when Zoisite began to run his finger down her arm and along her waist. The slightly older man giggled slightly.

"Another lesson will be order for that I think," he mused. "We can't have you acting like a blushing bride on your first night can we?"

The blue-haired woman's face turned bright red and a little of her rarely-seen temper peeked out. "Zoisite, if you don't stop embarrassing me I'm calling the whole thing off!"

Zoisite stopped what he was doing, and looked into her blue eyes with his green ones. Ami told herself insistently that she would not fall for those innocent eyes, which she knew perfectly well not to believe. Yet, Zoisite pulled it off so convincingly…

Ami made a little frustrated noise. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "Let's just…get this done?"

The other man's smile widened and he grinned. "Aw, Ami-chan, at least let's do this properly with a bit of vigor! There's nothing more fun than having to do this lovely favour you asked. No one asks me for my help these days."

"It'd be a little awkward I think to ask…" Ami pointed out quietly.

Zoisite laughed a little but it had a slightly bitter tone to it. "Anyways, I'm touched. Now if you may, shall we get started?"

Ami bit her lip and there was determination in her eyes. "…Yes."

Zoisite couldn't look happier as he practically skipped to his large closet. "Now, the first thing you need, before anything happens, is to wear something deliciously…attractive."

He pushed open the sliding doors of his closet with great flair, and revealed a large walk-in closet with clothes galore. After the initial surprise faded, Ami observed that there were two racks, one on either side. The right held uniforms, modest cotton work shirts, long narrow pants and some fancy shirts of high end fashion design for broader shoulders and narrow hips. The other, on the other hand…

Zoisite couldn't look any prouder of his collection, and it was this one that he was standing next to with his chest puffed out. Ami wasn't sure what to say but felt that she had to make her mouth move.

Dresses. Sundresses, plain dresses, cotton dresses, evening gowns and semi-formal skirts and blouses. Dresses of every shape and color, with frills, without frills, slinky or corseted. Every dress imaginable was hanging off of Lord Zoisite's left rack in his large walk in closet.

Without registering Ami's look of surprise, Zoisite gave her a smile that reminded her of a overexcited Chesire cat. There was a certain glint in his eye that made Ami suddenly feel like a dress up doll for children.

"Let's get you ready for your date."

"Zoisite-chan," Ami said softly as Zoisite tugged on the light blue laces behind her. "If you don't mind me asking…how did you manage to collect all of these things?"

The man behind her gave a faint grunt as she gasped, before tying off the laces in a delicate bow. "Ordering," he replied perkily as he made sure the knot was going to able to undo later but also solid enough to keep the dress on her.

"You …wear them, am I right?"

Zoisite gave her a look as though she had two heads. "What else would I be doing with them, Ami-chan? Other than dressing you up on your date, of course."

Ami blushed lightly again. "I've never seen you wear them," she said thoughtfully.

Zoisite laughed a little. "If you see any pretty girl walking around on these grounds when the Shitennou are not working, take another good look and don't call my name."

Ami found herself both feeling mortified and smiling at the same time. She couldn't believe her betrothed had been walking around in skirts and dresses on his days off and she hadn't even noticed. Yet at the same time she smiled, for Zoisite was the only man she knew fearless enough to do such a thing. Bravery that she did not possess.

Zoisite finished his dressing with sorting out the last few kinks in her skirt before pulling back with a happy glow to his face. "There."

Ami looked down then, and tentatively swirled in her new attire. She was donning a plain blue cotton dress with large straps that reached her knees. The skirt itself was volumized with some help of some underskirts, and a simple white patters of white summer flowers was embroidered along the dress. A similar pattern trailed from one blue strap to along the collarbone with hints of peeping along the breastline. The dress was both modest and attractive, plain yet eyecatching. Zoisite had made a good choice for his shy fiancé.

"Just one last touch," he said, and he pulled out a drawer from the vanity he had been leaning on. He pulled out a hair clip, adorned with a simple white flower with smaller ones clustered along the bottom, with silk blue ribbons curling around it. He slipped this into Ami's hair, almost fondly, his eyes soft as he attached it to her dark blue hair. "Done."

Pulling away, Ami slowly reached up to her hair, feeling the delicate decoration in her hair. Zoisite was gazing at his to-be wife with a strange look on his face, one of admiration and awe that she had never seen him look at her with before.

"You're beautiful, Ami-chan."

She understood the magnitude of those words, and looked up at her fiancé with a smile on her face. "Thank you, Zoisite," she said, and took her soon-to-be husband's hand in her hand.

Zoisite, being shameless as he was, took this a step further and wrapped his arms tightly around Ami. She accepted and returned his embrace with a soft smile on her face.

The two remained like that for a while before Zoisite slowly pulled away. Ami knew that she was the only woman he touched like that. He gave her a bit of a uncertain smile before asking, "Do you remember how to walk in those shoes?"

Ami looked down and saw her tall heels, strapped around her ankles. "No…"

Zoisite smiled uncertainly again before holding out his hand. "Another practice then." He took a deep breath and bowed before Ami. "My lovely, it would be a great honor if you took my humble hand."

Ami smiled at her fiancé with scepticism in her eyes. Zoisite dropped the hand and groaned.

"Ami-chan, I don't have enough testosterone for this."

The blue-haired girl laughed. "I know, Zoisite. Good effort though, good effort."

He smiled when he saw that she was having a good time, and offered his hand again. This time, she took it, and together they walked hand in hand towards the door. Ami watched as Zoisite walked seamlessly in his taller-heeled boots, while she took more hesitant, demure steps. She gave a sigh; even Zoisite would look better in these shoes than she would.

He noticed this and stopped. "Ami-chan, what's wrong?"

Ami shook her head. "It's nothng," she said, as she also came to a stop. "Only…you'd make such a much lovelier woman than me, Zoi-chan."

Zoisite turned to face Ami straight on. "Ami-chan, don't." He took her hands in his, but she couldn't seem to look up at him.

"I know it's awfully silly..." She looked down at her heels, then at his. "I'm so worried that he won't think of me as much as a woman. You would look and act so much more beautifully than I would."

"Ami-chan." Zoisite's voice was soft, but firm, and he tilted her head up to look at him with a finger under her chin. "You think it's easy for me? Every day I wake up and I don't think I'm half as much as a man as you are a beautiful woman. So don't say that, because we both know it's not true. And even if it was, what does it matter?"

Ami looked up into those green eyes, beautiful green eyes with lashes longer than her own.  Zoisite's eyes were sincere and serious, a rare side of him that only she and a few special others got to see. She felt her uncertainties fading under those certain eyes.

"He'll love you for who you are and no more or less," Zoisite reassured quietly.  "That's how you know it's true."

Ami felt herself smiling and her worry slowly diminishing, swimming away. "Kunzite-sama knows about this, doesn't he?" She gestured to the dress-strewn floor and open closet.

Zoisite smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "He stocked the naughtier half in the back."

Ami had to stifle a giggle at this, attempting to remain proper, but the image of the serious, unsmiling broad man buying short frilly dresses brought a smile to her face. Zoisite's smile widened when he saw she was finally feeling a bit more comfortable.

"I'm sorry, Ami-chan," he said quietly. "That I can't be the husband you want.  It's the least I can do to at least help you find him."

Ami shook her head, and gently touched Zoisite's cheek. "I understand, Zoisite-chan. You don't have to apologize." She let her fingers slid down his jaw distantly. "We're quite the pair, aren't we?"

Zoisite giggled a little. "Yeah," he said sheepishly. "We are."

Feeling much more at ease now, Ami gave her friend a kiss on the cheek before turning. Zoisite stepped over the discarded clothes and placed his hand on the doorknob.

"Ready?"

Ami tightened her hand on her matching purse but there was an excited sort of look on her face. "Ready," she said softly.

Turning the doorknob, Zoisite opened the door. A young man around Ami's age stood against the hall, waiting with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He had dark brown hair and large but sincere dark brown eyes, and he straightened quickly when he saw his date. His eyes widened and a look of awe touched his face.

"M-Mizuno-san…"

Ami smiled and stepped out of Zoisite's bedroom with confidence. "Hello, Urawa-san."

The young man smiled in both disbelief and amazement, before offering the flowers to her. She took them with grace and accepted his arm, before the two of them walked down the hall towards the castle ballroom. Before she turned the corner, Ami looked over her shoulder, and smiled gratefully at her friend. Zoisite returned it before the couple disappeared around the corner.

"Playing cupid are we?" A deep rich voice noted from the other side of the hall. Zoisite turned around and saw the leader of the Shitennou around the corner, leaning against a pillar. Zoisite smiled brightly at seeing his lover and mentor.

"I think I did a fairly good job," he said, before opening the door wider as Kunzite began to walk towards him. He looked very pleased with himself. "And I'd rather think of it as playing aesthetic consultant than cupid."

Kunzite chuckled as he arrived closer to Zoisite. "The castle mathematician and the Mercurian princess. Hopefully Princess Serenity and Endymion-sama will approve."

Zoisite rolled his eyes. "If she sees how much happier Ami-chan is with him rather than me, she will. And Endymion-sama will follow suit."

There was a faint smile on Kunzite's face as he closed the inches between himself and his lover.

"I got you something," he said softly, as he revealed a bag from behind him. The name Usui was prominent on its side.

Zoisite took the bag with big, bright eyes before looking inside. A smile grew on his face as he looked back up at Kunzite.

"How did you know?" he asked playfully, and Kunzite's smile widened, as though the two of them were sharing a secret only they knew.

"A little birdie told me." He closed the distance and kissed his lover on the lips, and Zoisite wrapped his arms around his lover, dropping the bag. As the two men kissed lovingly in front of Zoisite's door, a faint green dress peeked out from the forgotten bag, waiting to be used later that night.