Time sure does fly [KaRu Wedding Prep.]

Bunking up with Hane, what a real joy that had been. To be honest, Ikiru was hoping to get some more fun out of messing with his bunk-buddy, but Hane slept like a log. It was like the old man had an off switch, as soon as he lay down, Hane was gone, and Ikiru's night time plans had disappeared. But it meant Ikiru got some sleep as well, which the Kyuban didn't really need, but would feel bored otherwise. Waking up was easy, Ikiru practically jumped out of bed, waking up Hane and dragging him into the room with their suits. Ikiru was giddy to get into his, it wasn't anything to compare to the grooms, but the happy younger brother thought it looked simply amazing either way. In a typical Angel fashion, and probably necessary for someone like the King of Angels to wear, the suits were a snow white colour. Hane's and Ikiru's were slightly simpler than Kaku's, though all shared a gold pattern around the folded collars, large sleeves and front. Buttoned up, the suit continued just below the neck. They had small tailcoats, and each had a red rose tucked into the side pocket as a buttonholes. Ikiru was excited, but he went careful when getting his own, giggling as he had to help Hane also get into his, especially when the suit had been hung too high for the poor little guy to reach. But once on, Ikiru almost couldn't hold the giggles of how good they looked, and with the Groom finishing the set, it would look perfect. Not even to mention the other side of this wedding. Being a best man meant that Ikiru had just as much idea over what Rurushu was wearing as Kaku did. But whatever it was, Tenshi work was without a doubt, going to make everything look perfect. Ikiru had napped against the wall whilst waiting, just after decorating his safety staff with some better colours, hooking some red flowers around the end to cover up the bluer colours. Everyone knew Ikiru had to keep his staff on him, but it didn't mean Ikiru couldn't make sure the staff didn't stick out like a sore thumb. 
Ikiru's eyes leapt open when Kaku turned up, a grin from ear to ear as he helped Neko get the other suit down. "We don't matter so much Ka-Ka!" Ikiru chirped, "So long as you're ready! And besides, Hane's on guard just in case you try to leave." Ikiru winked, knowing there wasn't one thought in Kakushin that made him want to bail on this. With Neko helping Kaku get into his own suit, Ikiru prodded Hane a bit, making sure the Guard didn't remain like a silent grump forever. "Good..." Hane suddenly said quietly, though his gaze didn't move towards them, "Good luck."

Zuura had felt like he'd done a good job. He'd done exactly as he was told. After being asked to be the Usher to let everyone in the Temple, Zuura had made sure to follow his instructions exactly. He wore what miss. Nanari had asked him to wear, and woken up and got to Minato at the time they wanted him there. Of course, he'd not walked from the clan to the dock city alone. The majority of the clan followed him too, a few remaining behind to protect their grounds, and most waiting around Minato for the ceremony to end. The ones left to be in for the ceremony of course needed to be questioned by Zuura beforehand. Zuura remembered what he'd been told about his job. He simply needed to check who came in, point them towards a seat as he welcomed them. But Zuura wanted to make extra sure he was letting in the right people. It was Zuura after all, and he even stopped some of his own clan-mates after claiming they looked suspicious. At some point it progressed to Zuura having to sniff everyone before they got in, asking them to empty any pockets and give the clan leader a hug. But it got more and more Zuura-like after that. His three shiny stars came along, and after almost killing Akvan in a hug, he asked his best buddy for his shoe. Because, in Zuura's mind, taking one shoe meant that whoever entered the hall would be forced into remaining there until the end, or else leave with only one shoe. Of course, Zuura let the ladies off, even he knew better than to mess with Hada or Labari's shoes. But the men didn't have that privilege. He'd already gathered quite a good shoe collection when Neko came along to pull the cord on Zuura's fun.
Zuura didn't like having his good idea ruined so soon, but he couldn't resist listening to the orders of the adorably smart dressed cat. So whilst Neko manned the door, Zuura shuffled around the chairs humming to himself as he handed out the shoes to those with cold feet, not really remembering whose was whose anymore.