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

"Everything you do is of such words, and far more..." The Doctor explained to her, his eyes unfazed. "Oh, I'm aware." He reassured her, his smile changing into a knowing one once again. "I keep tabs on them all the time... You could say... I'm their Mystery Tenant..." He explained to her, still smiling.

"So are you going to let her beat you?" He asked her, actually chuckling, asking a question that was undoubtably not of the appropriate nature but not done in bad taste, exactly. "Please do... and you may have mine as well." He explained to her, turning his head to a Selve and flagging him down, procuring a glass of rabbit blood for himself. Or rather, not for himself, but for Hebi, who was currently stored inside of his body, and who was RATHER parched. It got hot up inside of the Doctor's digestive track, after all, for how massive it was.

"...Your eye. I am very, very off my game today." He exhaled, his head tilting forwards in his chair, his glasses obscuring his gaze from view due to catching the light, his mouth also unable to be seen. He blinked as he felt her hands on his back, as his back straightened, his mouth opening gently as his entire body went loose, looking up at her directly through his glasses, his eyes slightly less slit than normal, as she gave him a hug, his eyes lowering to half.

"........I forgot my gold." He said very quietly, sounding disappointed, obviously in himself, and also shame. "...I realized I forgot to bring any element Au to this gathering, to the ceremony." He explained to her, his eyes closing, before lifting up the glass. "...Would you like some? I believe you have a rather.. appreciation for blood... Or would you like it fresh?" He asked, trying to divert the conversation from his own problems, holding his wrist up, the scalpel still in his hand...

"But of course." He told her fluidly in response, blinking as he felt her head against his back, taking a relaxed breath. "...That's right…" He told her simply, before feeling like he wanted to bury his head in a hole somewhere. "No, it's me that messed up. I should have remembered… something like that…" He explained to her, before blinking as she removed her gloves by his waist, tilting his head to the side. "Easy?" He asked of her, realizing that she had to remove her gloves, wadding them up into balls, concealing them, a light flowing out from it.

"...Hmm?" He let out, blinking, his eyes examining thoroughly reviewing the small satin bag, learning everything about it in an instant, memorizing every detail about it and comparing it to the bag that she had been holding before. "Is it really…?" He asked her, placing his hand underneath the drawstring, gripping the small bag, taking it from her and listening to what she said as he opened it. "…" He was silent, staring almost dumbfoundedly at the golden material inside. The truth of the matter was that his head had just taken a massive amount of processing information, exploring everything that had just happened from all angles, a piece of information that formed massive amounts of data to be transferred through his head, the activity in his brain accelerating stupendously… but still nowhere near the maximum.

"That's more than fine...And I'm not a normal being…" He told her simply, at last, realizing that he hadn't given her a reply to her earlier quandry. He picked up the bag, pressing it to his nose as he closed his eyes, his nose pulling in the dust as it rose up his nasal passages, entering his body as it dispersed through his body, moving the bag away from his mouth as he breathed out once more. "….Apparently, my wife, your cooking is absolutely perfect for me…" He whispered to her, turning his head around to her and giving her a peck on the cheek, listening to her. "If you want," He told her, before watching her sit by her chair again. "Oh, I know." He told her simply in reply, his mischievous smile growing to its limit.

"I was just looking for things to distract myself… And seeing if I could bypass your reluctance with the offering of my own vital fluids was… interesting." He informed her, relaxing back in his chair as he raised the bottle of spiked blood up to his lips, opening his mouth wide as he dumped the entirety of the glass into his mouth all at once, before throwing both hands up into the air. "I also have a massively low alcohol tolerance! *hic*!" He let out, standing up deftly as he smiled at Suzu, one that showed all of his teeth and more than met his eyes. "Might I have this dance, my Suzu?" He asked her, holding out his hands to her.

If she accepted, he would sweep her off to the dance floor.. And accidently trip a Selve as he passed. "*Hic*! Excuse me!" He told the downed Selve as he moved, as the Selve merely blinked back at the Doctor…

Before hiccuping himself.

"You created a substance that was a result of a chemical change which I imbibed into my body. What is that, my dear, if not cooking?" He asked her before downing his glass of blood, taking her onto the dance floor.

"Wonder-*hic*!" He exclaimed, before suddenly he held onto her hand, his grip surprisingly firm, as she asked him the question. "Of course." He told her in reply, as suddenly he seemed to have completely sobered in an instant, taking her into a slow waltz, feeling the band beginning to play, the Selves each having memorized their parts long beforehand. "It's true I have a low alcohol tolerance..." He told her, leaning in closely, his head directly next to her ear. "But I can instantly dispel it from my body into Dr. Stomach... I'm sure you remember it. It stays in me for only as long as I desire... Hm." He informed her, smiling as he pushed against her nose with his own, looking straight up into the sky.

As he did so, a new presentation showed itself. From the roof, a massive amount of glass was thrown out into the sky, between the golden sun shelved by clouds and the dancers on the ground, the lights hitting the shards as suddenly they stopped in midair, suspended in the air by invisible wire, so sturdy as to hold the massive glass pattern, a picture of a snake wrapped completely around a rose, which was wrapped back around the snake. The pattern caused streams of light to flow down in distorted patterns all about the dancers, the eye of the snake landing on Suzu and the Doctor, his face pressing against her, smiling.

"...They said... In my file... Long, long ago... That I was in possession of "Insane Creativity"..." He told her, most of the crowd still looking up at the sky as he slowed his dancing, wrapping his arms around her into more of an embrace. "Do you believe... that they were right...?" He asked her, hi eyes at half mast once more, his expression serious. His brain wasn't fired; this wasn't a logic problem. This was a philosophical one.. One that did not so much excite the Doctor's mind. "...Everything I do... Is for you. You realize that... Don't you, my wife?" He asked her, looking into her eyes. "I care nothing for myself. None of this is for me... This is all for you, everything I could think of to do..." He informed her, even as a massive blast echoed across the building, the stitches holding it firm.

"Even to this extent..." He continued to whisper to her, as the distortion from the sound hit the clouds high above their head, as in the clouds another pattern formed. The rose and the snake were wrapped across one another in an inverted manner, just as the clouds were passing between the wedding guests and the sun. The rays of sunlight hit the clouds, the inverted patterns, which went down, hitting the guests, rendering Suzu and the Doctor into a petal with an eye inside of it.

"...Nothing else... No one else... All of this...

Was only for you..."

The Doctor was totally silent as Suzu spoke to him, listening to all of her words, his glasses still off of his face as he embraced her. "...Then you find me quite sane, my wife?" He asked her, looking at her completely seriously, as for a moment, a single moment... he felt like he was in solitude again, all alone, like when he was under the direction of those scientists, like there was no hope, like there was no one else in the world, even though she was there in his arms...

...The truth of the matter was, his belief in his insanity, that he wasn't normal, that what he thought was different, that he was insane... Those thoughts were what had formed within his mind... It was what had truly kept him 'sane'. It was what had kept him 'stable'. If that wasn't the case, if his entire existence was a lie, if the illusion that allowed him to live his normal life was shattered, that he wasn't absolutely insane, completely the wrong of what society deemed, if it were truly that he was simply leagues above the intelligence of most, his inventions truly at the top of the scientific world...

He wouldn't know how to cope, his entire world would be completely shattered, ripped away, destroyed...

Left in Shambles.

However, as she continued to speak, his stone-shocked eyes relaxed, becoming normal once again. ...Ah... That's her opinion... He thought to himself, his body relaxing once again. ...oh, Suzu... "The one who is in debt is me... Obviously..." He told her gently in reply, his mind flashing back to their meeting on the beach, his loneliness, his cracking, his instability reaching its peak in cold oblivion... before Suzu grabbed him and pulled it out of him. "And in addition... None of this 'splendor' would have happened... Without you... Hehe..." He giggled slightly, guiding her over to where the food table, relaxing with her still in his arms. "After all... you are the inspiration~!" He told her in reply, running a hand up her spine as he told her this, relaxing once again as he went to just having an arm wrapped around her.

"Are you certain that you'd absolutely like nothing to drink? Even at your own wedding?" He asked her, picking up another liquor, a bottle this time, popping the top of it off. "...Or would you rather that I didn't, at all?" He asked her, holding up the bottle and looking at it from below. "...Really, decision inhibiting... A depressant! Ahaha... It's hilarious that they serve this... at parties... Is it not, my wife...? After all... A party is supposed to be... about getting up high...! But this... depresses... hmmha." He explained to her, breathing out, enjoying the sight of the night sky, lowering the bottle at his side once more.

He smiled as he saw her satisfied reaction to his ministration, deciding to leave his hand there as he listened to her description as to what a honeymoon was. "Oh~?" He asked her, a smile spreading wide across his face. "Stealing you away for thirty days... Thirty whole days... Just to myself... Does not sound like a bad idea... Not at all..." He informed her, that smile wide on his face.

"Well... I'll take responsibility, naturally." He told her back in reply, that smile still on his face as he hugged her back, drinking from his own bottle. "Intriguing?" He asked her simply, his hand running up and down her spine now, chuckling slightly. "You're the first person I've had to take responsibility for whose drugged themselves... Tis quite a different experience. Though that's probably what makes the possibilities so... intriguing." He told her as his hand slid back down again, before stopping. "Hmm... My wife, is there anything else that you'd like for us to do while we're here?" He asked her seriously, looking into her eyes. "I'm afraid I'm beginning to become a bit worn out from it all... So you may have to do the thinking for us for a bit, aha..." He explained to her, relaxing, kissing the top of her head as he did so.