Accidentally In Love *Obi x OC* (COMPLETE)

...I'm Holding a Stick and Everyone Looks Like a Pinata

Chapter 5:  I'm Having One of Those Days Where I'm Holding a Stick And Everyone Looks Like a Pinata

Imrei POV

I return to the group with Obi in tow. Our temporary truce ended when he called me incompetent. I don't see Miron anywhere thankfully and I elbow Obi in the ribs before heading back to Mitsuhide who's standing off to the side talking to Master Zen. Why is he here? Mitsuhide trails off as he looks at me and his eyes move from my face to my bleeding knuckles.

"What happened?" He asks before his eyes narrow. "Did he do something because I swear if-"

I cut him off with a look. "I'm fine. How are you Master Zen? I didn't expect to see you here this evening."

"I was looking for Shirayuki and heard the noise. I had no idea you all got together like this. It looks rather fun. So why don't you answer Mitsuhide's question Imrei?"

I sigh and steal Mitsuhide's drink as a shot of liquid courage before explaining what happened.

"He's the sous chef isn't he?" Master Zen asks after I'm finished.

"Yes, but please don't take away his position within the castle, he-"

I trail off as his hand lifts slightly to tell me to stop.

"I've had several women submitting complaints of a castle worker but no one would speak up on who it was. Now that I know who it is, I can remove him like I wanted."

"But Master-"

"I will make sure that he doesn't know you told me." He smiles at me like that would work, then looks over at the group. "Obi, come here."

"Yes Master?"

"I want you to stay close to Imrei for tonight and watch over her until I have Miron removed from the castle tomorrow."

I glare at Obi from across the table as Mitsuhide rubs my back. Neither of us could refuse Master Zen's orders though we both tried to convince him otherwise. He wouldn't budge so I'm stuck with Obi until some time tomorrow. I guess the only responsible thing to do is get wasted. Maybe I can forget the feeling of Miron touching me and putting his mouth on mine.

"Are you sure you're alright, Imme?"

"I'm fine, Hide. I just want to get drunk and I want to beat Obi." I mumble as Obi smirks at me.

Obi may or may not have made a comment about me being unable to handle my drinks, so we've started a slight competition to see who taps out first. It's drawn a small crowd of people placing bets on who will win. I've noticed Master Zen sitting not too far away near Shirayuki who came out to visit since she doesn't drink. He's watching us as well. I'd be embarrassed for that but we're off the clock so it doesn't count. Obi caught up to what I've drank already and a slightly stumbling Garak and Kiki set up a bunch of shots for us.

"Are you ready?" Mitsuhide asks and I put my hand out toward Obi.

"You're so going down, Obi." I smirk.

"Keep dreaming, Darling." He smirks back as he shakes my hand.

I cringe involuntarily at the nickname. Obi has called me Darling for a while now, far longer than Miron did, but all I can feel is Miron forcing himself on me. I pull away and wrap my hand around the first glass.

"Go!"

I slam down the shot glass in my hand and grin as I lean over onto Mitsuhide then stick my tongue out at Obi. I tell him to suck it and he glares at me. I ask Mitsuhide the score and we're apparently tied but also out of alcohol. My eyes widen and I look around before finding a maid with a shot in her hands.

"L-Li-Lindy! Lindyy! I need- need... uh, drinky drink. Kick Obi's ass..." I call out as I get to my feet.

"I think you drank a bit too much Imme." Mitsuhide sighs as the world sways around me and I find myself in his arms.

"Butttt... Obi he can't win. Obi sucks."

"I heard that!"

"Good!" I bite back, whipping my head around to face him but everything is just a wobbly mess. "Did I win Hideee?"

I wake up with my head pounding and a knock on the door. How did I get to my room? What happened? I remember nothing. I groan and let out a stream of curses as I throw my bedside clock at the door. The door opens and I hear Mitsuhide greet me cheerfully. I feel around for my other pillow and bury my face in the mattress before covering my head with it. I tell him to go away but the pillow is ripped away and I'm lifted off the bed.

"Mitsuhide!" I whine as the world swims around me.

"Sorry Imme. So, how does it feel?" He asks as he puts me on my feet and holds me up.

"It feels like you just shook me up and left me nauseous with a headache. What do you mean 'how does it feel'?"

"Not that. How does it feel being married?"

I arch a brow as I dig through my trunk for clean clothing. "What are you talking about? I'm not married. I don't even have a boyfriend." I pause as something shiny catches my eye. "M-Mitsuhide... Why the hell is there a ring on my finger!?"

"I told you, you got married." He grins at me and I scowl as I get to my feet and make my way over to him.

He's so much taller than I am so I have to look up but I fix him with a dark glare.

"Who. Did. I. Marry?"