Japan - The Doctor

Japan. It was always an exciting place for the Doctor other than United Kingdom. The Doctor always told his companion that he rather prefer dealing with somewhat intelligent people that along without being the ignorant ego over boosted part too. Well, that went off topic. The Doctor really enjoyed a decent conversation with anyone, if only the person could tolerate his over hyper active mind.

Of course. Japan. This small island among the Pacific Ocean reminded him much, he secretly actually enjoyed every visit toward this place even it dust up some of the painful memory. The Doctor would tell anyway that was willing to listen of the social structure of Japan. There was no doubt the samurai was the top rank or even consider as royal among the society, than there are the other classes such as plebeian, craftsman, and slaves.

However, the Doctor would often pointed out that in such an oddly structured society, the lines between certain class are hard to define. He certainly would say the relationship between a samurai and a Master craftsman often could be considered as equal royalty in the society. His argument? A samurai couldn't live without a proper katana; therefore, a good craftsman shall be respected by a samurai.

Maybe there is some biased among this statement, but the Doctor would say he knew how much work a blacksmith put into making a suitable katana for any samurai. He had seen the hard work.... well the better define would be, he had seen how much he beloved one had put into effort to make a katana blade.

The Doctor always had a feeling that the memories his beloved one recalled were all fragments. It was another factor that web up into the regret he constant held in heart. He wished he could fix all the problem his beloved one have, yet he also knew it was impossible since every event that lead to this huge problem all happened on a fix point in time. It simply meant, if he went back to change anything... a time loop or paradox would occur. It was something he would never allow to happen.

This was the Doctor. A mad man that was madly in love with one person. He also knew he wasn't suppose to see his beloved one often as it would collide time. It was a price they both paid for being alive. Call the Doctor mad, yet he still couldn't help driving the Tardis to go and see his beloved one.

This incarnation of his beloved one... well it shocked the Doctor for a moment. Itsyua Miyamoto, a famous katana blade craftsmen in Japan Edo period. He never thought his loved one would become that, yet the Doctor seem never bothered about gender problem. After all... sometimes regeneration is a funny little thing that would bring surprise at times.

The Doctor knew he couldn't see his beloved in the bright day light. Love. The love between two men. It was a forbidden territory among the social structure of Japan, even it wasn't unheard of that the lordships up high without some play boys. The Doctor gave a long sigh as he gazed up at the cherry blossom tree as he smiled gently recalling last night's small visit.

He knew it was wrong to creep into someone's place without proper notice, yet he couldn't help it. He had longed to see his beloved one. The only method the Doctor could think of seeing his beloved one was through the shadows. He watched his beloved one worked hard until slept over powered the will. It was that moment that lead the Doctor to come out and sat down next to his beloved one.

The Doctor watched every wrinkle, hardship lines on his beloved face. He traced it faintly with his finger, trying his best to remember every detail. "Sensei. My love. I miss you." he faintly said before he grabbed a blanket as he wrapped around them both. He leaned onto the warm flesh as he smiled. The scent of coal burning was still lingering around the work clothing, along with his beloved's unique scent. It was enough to lead the Doctor into a long waited sleep. The smile on the Doctor's face never faded that night.