Wedding! Just Stitched~! Start of a New Chapter. [COMPLETE]

The church in Milan, the third largest cathedral on the planet Earth. Normally, that's what people think when they see this massive building, but not the group that was currently using it. Some changes had occurred since it had last been visited; for one thing, there were stitches everywhere. The Cathedral had been absolutely decimated earlier during the reign of those who used to control this area, but it had been completely reconstructred, down to the Nail of the Cross that was inlaid in the stitched case on the highest level.

Deep within the depths of this church, within its main hall, there was more stitches. Stitches covered everything, from the pews to the tables to the cross that stood at the back, stitched back into being intact. Standing at the main table, was a single male, dressed in stitched up priests garbs. "Well... Trash like this I never expected to work with. But I owe the Doc one, I guess!" Justin Washi exclaimed, looking extraordinarily uncomfortable. "BUT WE'RE ALMOST DONE!" He roared, looking at the two people in front of him.



One was the silver haired male, known simply as Doctor Kabuto Hebi. At the present time, he was not wearing his normal red cloak. Instead, he was garbed in a black suit, the bolt sticking through his head rather prominently, but no bulge from his stomach to indicate a snake. The "I do's" had finally been spoken, the words finally leaving the silver haired couple's lips, having managed to keep everything together up until this point.



It was most certainly a very strange gathering. There were all kinds of people present; and it was only because of the ability for races to travel into such a place in the current world. The Doctor had gotten Edo Shizou as his best man; naturally, of course. His arrangements had been perfect; they would be able to do everything in this church, the only standing structure for a hundred miles. There was even a stitched-up cake and feast laid out. In addition, the audience was packed. Why was it so packed? Well, that was because everything but the first three pews of each massive side was filled. Completely filled, in fact. Filled with whom?

Well, those would be the Selves. All of them were present in one place but for one, that one being the one sitting on the top of the Cathedral staring around them. The preparations had been specific; and up until now, they had managed to keep the peace. All the beings that the Doctor had encountered, with the exception of Richard, had been cordially invited to the ceremony. For the first time in his life, the Doctor didn't have time to directly think about every detail around him. He felt like he had been through a tornado, leading to this moment since he had arrived at the church some time ago, seeing that the Selves had finished their stitching and that the Church was completely prepared. Inside, he had found Justin and a.... small plethora of his helpers, none of whom the Doctor was familiar with.

Soon after that, he was pulled to the side by none other than Shukenja Tenka, who merely smiled at him as the two worked out how he should look. At long last, the Doctor ended up in Stein State, this black suit around his body, rose in hand. The illustrious vampire himself was seated in the third row of the right side, in the very corner, watching with a very steady gaze.

Everything that had lead up to this moment...

The Doctor turned to his side, staring directly at Suzu as Justin spoke one final time. "THEREFORE I NAME YOU SNAKE AND VAMP... WAIT NO. THE LINE'S HUSBAND AND WIFE. WHATEVER. NOW YOU GUYS CAN DO WHATEVER!" The male yelled out, cackling as he shot up into the air, pulling out a three pronged scythe as he cut out the ceiling deftly, shooting up into the sky and out of the church, not planning to return.

The Doctor looked at Suzu, his eyes blinking, his right hand reaching up and taking off his glasses, looking at her plainly, a strange feeling filling his entire body as he did so, and for the very first time the Doctor had a thought to himself the likes of which he had never known before. ....I believe... That I think... That I... Definitely do... Love...? Love... To love... To wish the good of... He thought, placing his glasses in his pocket as he leaned towards his married wife. ...I think that I do love... Suzu Zumizimu.

The Doctor blinked to himself for just a moment, seeing her coming up to meet him. However, he felt no issue with what occurred next, the feeling totally natural as he placed his lips down to meet hers, as suddenly there was a thunderous applause. All the Selves had broken into a massive amount of clapping, so much so that the massive cathedral was filled with the sounds of their clapping.

However, the Doctor himself was deaf to all of this as he tenderly kissed Suzu, holding it for a moment, sealing their promise to one another, before slowly drawing out away from it, his arms behind her back giving her a slight push as she dipped backwards, susceptible from already being on the pads of her feet as the Doctor picked her up into his arms, feeling her weight in his arms. "...My wife... Are you happy with the ceremony we have created?" He asked of her, his eyes looking only at her, his glasses still on the loop of his tie, his slit eyes looking at her in an expression that held nothing behind it, no manipulations, no machinations... just the pure gaze of the Corrupted Angel. "...Aha." He laughed simply, watching as his Selves got out of their pews, pushing most of them out of the way, as the stitching of the floor behind most of the Selves gave way.

The strings of Stitch pulled, as the floor was quickly replaced, large tables of the prepared food appearing, as well as a center area for dancing, with tables for dining around it. The Doctor smiled simply down at Suzu, though he knew that her eyes would likely widen at what was happening above. He had not told her of this, but the very ceiling was being extracted from the place, its stitches undone as dozens of Selves tugged on it, picking it all the way off as it was slid, before it suddenly vanished into a rune, going into a Snake Scroll, all of this visible to Suzu as the evening sky was shown, the last, darkest rays of orange light peaking out from behind clouds, enough to illuminate the entire area and draping everyone there in a dim orange radiance. "...Sorry. I decided that I'd add my own touches...a bit... they're nothing much... but... I thought... you might like them." He explained to her, as that knowing smile came onto his face again, looking down at her, wondering what her reaction would be as he began to walk down the middle aisle of the pews with her, heading towards a table...

"Szép..." [Good.] He told her simply in reply, nodding his head onto her hand for a moment, listening to her words in her native language. "Jó valoban..." [Good indeed.] He continued, smiling softly. "Túl sok." [Too much.] He told her in reply, his smile for just a moment changing into an obscene one, before it calmed down once again on his face. The factors of this gathering indeed had just amused him to absolutely no end; the ironies that were present were simply ludicrous in their scope and meaning.

He raised his head off of her hand as she looked up, his eyes viewing in her own the vision above them. "...The amazemen's nothing compared to what I experienced, that day..." He whispered simply, listening to her words. "For what you gave me, that day... Something like this is the very most and yet it feelslike the very smallest that I could give you in return..." He told her, smiling almost sadly. "Ha én vagyok egy művész... akkor egy szép kézműves csodák." [If I am an artist, then you are an artificer of beautiful wonders.] He whispered to her, raising her head up so that iwas laying out on the crook of his torso and shoulder as he told her this, kissing her again, briefly.

He smiled at ehr as she spoke about fingering the stocking, having an.. irregular thought. "You mean like this?" he asked her, his smile changing to a sly one as he shifted to supporting her with one arm, his other slipping out on top of her as it gripped her garter, deftly sliding it off, the sly smile gaining in volume as he threw it up into the air. "Hehe..." He laughed softly to himself, feeling utterly strange... mischievous. Mischievous wasn't an emotion that the Doctor normally could associate himself with. He normally didn't recognize it as such when he was, but this was the exception.

"...I never calculated... or even imagined.. this..." He told her, lifting her to his head one more time and giving her another kiss before setting her onto a chair, standing next to her. "...But the more I think about it... the more certain it has seemed to me..." He told her, before blinking. "Ah.. what would you like?" He asked of her, his right hand gesturing to the banquets that had been laid out before the dancing area, that sly smile... still not completely gone yet.

"....Sss." He said simply, his smiling unwavering as she explained the practice to him. He understood it well enough; he was just messing around, trying to relax himself. He felt very out of place here; not natural, not in the least. The millions of stitches helped, but it was still outside of his area. He began to move towards the cake as she told him about it, smiling to himself as he grabbed the edge of the plate, picking it up and laying the massive cake in front of her.

It was a massive two-part cake of the Doctor and Suzu's bodies pressed against one another, as if dancing. However, there was something not quite right with it; there were stitches, everywhere. "I certainly hope so..." He told her, holding out his hand as he smiled at her, picking up one of the scalpels and handing it to her, allowing her to perform the cut as she desired on the one-of-a-kind cake. "Though I guess fake food is fine, hmm?" He asked her, that smile growing ever so slightly as he played with the words she had spoken, feeling more relaxed. "Don't worry, my dear... The waiters take... 'special requests'... after all... I'm rather used to feeding different... palettes..." He explained to her, reaching up a hand as he waved down one of them, as a Selve walked up to their table, dressed like a butler or waiter of some variety. He was totally silent, even as the Doctor blinked at Suzu's words.

"..." It took all of his self-control, all of his trust in Suzu, the most amount of trust he'd ever placed in one person, to allow her to say her words, to place... a value on him. It was not something he was accustomed to. If it were anyone else, he'd tell them that certainly, they were the greater treasure than he and that the privileged one was he. However... He slightly, ever so slightly, understood Suzu's feelings. For her, it didn't matter his... physical worth, but the value she placed on him. For a moment, a single moment, his smile changed, his eyes closing in a pleasant expression, his toothless smile changing into one of benevolence...

Before he blinked, and the moment was over, a neural line donning his features as he turned to the task before him. "Hmm... My wife... In whom should the first cut be lain?" He asked her, his smile changed back to that one that didn't reach his eyes, amused once again at his own preparations...

"Almost-no, it truly is." His voice spoke, reaffirming her, but still smiling. "However, its purpose more than cleanses its 'shame'..." He explained, blinking as she chose herself. ...So either she'd rather stab herself before me, or would prefer I consumed her before herself... In any case, interesting... He thought vaguely to himself, before blinking at her, realizing that she wanted him to take the bite. "Ah... Ssssss..." He let out, a strange snake's like noise echoing from his throat, blinking as he did so, unaware that his body produced that noise instead of "Ahh".

"Mllm." He gulped down the piece, surprised at its taste, before blinking for a moment. .....Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no. He thought to himself, on a very deep level, out of view from all but himself, becoming possessed by a feeling of worry. ...Shoot shoot shoot. He realized, his mind realizing that... he had no gold on him. ...How could I...? He wondered to himself, before realizing that with al the preparations he had forgotten to think of himself. Not really surprising to him, however, as he normally did not care that much about himself. However, it could affect what happened there...

"It's fine." His mouth told her in reply, as on the outside he still seemed to be perfectly calm, perfectly rational, no hints at anything being amiss whatsoever, for Suzu's sake. "I'll be able to take care of them if you require... We literally have an infinite number of babysitters, after all." He told her, his smile returning to that toothless one once again. "...You do so much for me." He stated simply, looking about himself at the Selves that were serving everyone there. "How would I ever repay you? Nothing I could ever produce would be enough." He sighed, though not in a sad or depressed way, but simply as a matter of fact. "Here." He told her, taking the scalpel and cutting out a larger piece out of his own skull on the cake, bringing the piece up to her.

"Your turn." He told her, though inside... he was still very, very worrisome. He hoped that she wouldn't remember that fact.. He didn't want anything to disturb her. However... If things continued in this manner, he would become irritated in the one and only way that COULD irritate the Doctor...