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I Blame the TARDIS for This One	By : ChibiAyane Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 2512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I Blame the TARDIS for This One
- 1
A few months after the Master's paradox was broken and the Year That Never Was, the Doctor tried to take the Master to someplace interesting. A planet that he couldn't cause trouble on but still kind of enjoy himself at the same time. They didn't go there. The TARDIS had other plans and the Doctor will always blame the TARDIS for this little misadventure.
"Oof!" the Doctor grunted as he landed on the grated floor, when the TARDIS landed rather roughly.
"I. Hate. Your. TARDIS!" the Master yelled angrily from the floor.
"Yeah, well," the Doctor started. "She hates you too." The Doctor jumped up from the floor, like landing hard on his bum was nothing new. He looked at the data screen to check where they were. "What!? I wanted to go Aborigine II, why are we on Hitomebore?"
The Master stood up and cleared his throat. "I'll say it again...I ha-"
"Oh, shut up!" the Doctor grouched. The Master smirked. The Doctor went around the console and grabbed up his long coat.
"Why are we on a planet called 'Love at first sight'?" The Master grimaced when he translated the name.
"I don't know," the Doctor answered, while the Master followed him to the door and they had a look outside.
They stepped out and found that they had landed in the middle of a festival. Except one thing stood out about this festival, making it very different from any other they had been to; they were surrounded by couples. Couples holding hands. Couples holding hands or kissing. Couples of all shapes and sizes and orientations. They both turned around slowly and tried to open the TARDIS door, to escape the sickening atmosphere... but it was locked. The Doctor turned the key over and over again, snapped his fingers and banged on the door but it wouldn't budge. He smacked his head on the blue painted wood, defeated and the Master gave him a genuine death glare.
"I hate you and your TARDIS!" the Master hissed.
"Yes. I hate myself at the moment," the Doctor mumbled, his face pressed to the wood. "I hate the TARDIS right now too. Why, old girl? Why do you always do this to me?" the Doctor asked as he stroked the wooden door.
"'Always'?" the Master asked, exasperated by the Doctor and his moody TARDIS.
"Well, not 'always'..." The Doctor shrugged. "Just... 'often'." The Master widened his eyes and glared daggers at the Doctor. "What? She never does it without a reason. It means there's something I need to do here." The Doctor smiled and turned back around to survey the crowd.
"I am not walking through this crowd with you." The Master inched away from the Doctor with a look of disgust etched into his features.
"Fine, stay here then." The Doctor shrugged again. "But this is the fifty-first century and you might have noticed that this crowd isn't all couples, there are some people here looking for a companion to be a couple with." The Doctor nodded at a group of men across the way, who obviously swung in every way, as they were watching the men and women of every species walk by and were also glancing repeatedly at the Doctor and the Master. "We separate and you're most likely to be hit on at least once." The Doctor looked the Master up and down, appraising his appeal. "Maybe more than once, if not molested," the Doctor muttered, tilting his head. He turned back to the crowd to decide which way to go. The Master cursed under his breath almost inaudibly. "Come on," the Doctor sang and wandered off, hands in his pockets. The Master hesitated a few moments, before sighing heavily and following with his arms crossed and grumbling, looking very much like a grumpy little kid. "Like they'd get a chance to molest me before I rip their limbs off," the Master growled to himself.
They meandered through the bustling crowd, each having their bum groped only a handful of times, thankfully without the Master ever being able to discern who had touched him in the large crowd. One person even got gutsy, grabbing and squeezing the Master's crotch, making him yelp in surprise. He missed killing that person too, before the Doctor turned to see why he had yelled. The Master was steadily getting more and more unhinged, closer and closer to murdering everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Hitomebore was apparently known for it's lack of laws against public displays of affection because even nudity and voyeurism was legal. They saw several people going at it right in the middle of the crowd as they walked through what they learned was the "Daisuki Festival", a festival to celebrate and enhance one's love for another. Or several others, they witnessed in some cases.
There were many different kinds of music playing, people dancing together and there were many different kinds of food, games and other attractions, almost all of them sex related. The Dango might have been more enjoyable if they hadn't been phallus shaped. But there were still plenty of simple and innocent things for couples to do to make a few pleasant non-carnal memories.
The Doctor even stopped to play Kingyo Sukui, a game to catch goldfish with a paper net. He caught a cute little orange betta goldfish with handsome black spots. They put the little fish into a clear plastic bag filled with water for the Doctor to keep as his prize. He kept the fish, even though the Master warned him that he would probably just end up killing the poor thing after a few days. The goldfish escaped it's fate of death-by-Doctor-neglect, when a young woman ran into the Doctor crying her eyes out. The Doctor asked her why she was crying and when she told him in almost unintelligible sobs that her boyfriend had dumped her, he gave her the goldfish to make her feel better and told her that he was giving it to her as a present so she could take her mind off of painful things by caring for their little golden friend. The Master sneered at the Doctor's sickening and excessive kindness, he was sure the woman would just walk away thinking him to be a nosy creep but she didn't. The woman bestowed the Doctor with a teary smile and a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing into the crowd with her new pet fish in hand.
They would later find out that this was the real reason the TARDIS had brought them here. To cheer up a young woman, who would later become a very important and powerful politician, fighting for marriage rights for all species and genders in the entire galaxy. The little fish became a friend and high point in this part of her life, allowing her the ability to continue caring for others. The memory of the kind man who gave it to her became the driving force of her motivation to make other people happy as well, the best way she could; by helping them to love whomever they wanted, no restrictions. She forever had a crush on the man who's name she never learned and who's smile she fell in love with, even after she married her future wife and later adopted their daughter. Without the Doctor's kindness and his little goldfish, she would have been so broken hearted and depressed about her break up that she would have committed suicide, ending her bright future before it could even start.
The rest of the happenings on this trip were just the TARDIS having a little fun with her Time Lords.
The Doctor and the Master continued their stroll through the crowd, eating fried foods (a lot of them were curiously shaped) and taking in the sights while trying to ignore the eye-burning pornographic displays being put on by the festival patrons. They tried to avoid running into the couples who were copulating but there were many nooks and crannies for people to hide in to make love. There were sexing couples everywhere, if you bothered to look for them. The Doctor and the Master couldn't help noticing everything they saw with how their Time Lord brains worked, so they caught sight of just about every sex scene there was in their path.
"Humans are so disgusting," the Master grumbled behind the Doctor's back after they had edged around a couple of men having sex against a drink stall. One of the men moaned and winked at the Master with lusty eyes as he passed them. The Doctor didn't say anything to that, just gave the Master a forced smile with raised eyebrows and continued walking.
After walking through the heavy crowd of people for another hour and being hit on a few times in the process (The Doctor having to hold the Master back from killing one man who had used a rather explicit pick-up line), they came across a long, narrow wooden building with a particularly long line at the entrance. There was an advert beside the door for "Hana's Love Rooms" and their world famous "Koi Ni Ochimasu" aphrodisiac. There was a young woman dressed in a white cat outfit with short pink hair at the door shouting catchphrases and selling tickets to eager couples. "Novelty rooms! Free Koi Ni Ochimasu with purchase of two hour rental!" she yelled over and over in her thick Japanese accent between other phrases. The girl saw the two of them and smiled at them, then winked. The Master scoffed but the Doctor had a quizzical look.
"I bet she likes you," the Master snickered.
"Or you," the Doctor argued.
"Of course she does, everyone likes me," the Master said, smiling brightly.
"No hypnotism," the Doctor told him, giving him firm glare.
"Why the hell would I want to hypnotize anyone on this primitive planet?" the Master asked the Doctor incredulously.
"Just making sure," the Doctor answered, smiling.
"Would you like a novelty room?" someone asked, getting their attention. They turned to find that the pink haired girl had come over to them. "I'm Hana!" she told them brightly.
"Oh, hi! No, we don't need a room. We're not a couple," the Doctor answered a little too quickly.
"Nani?" Hana said.
The Doctor became confused and looked it too. "We're not a couple!" the Doctor almost yelled, gesturing at himself and the Master.
"Nani wo iimashita ka?" Hana asked. The Doctor raised his eyebrow questioningly.
"What is your TARDIS up to now?" the Master growled.
"I'm not sure. Apparently, the TARDIS isn't translating what we're saying," the Doctor mumbled.
"No shit," the Master said, glowering. "Try speaking in Japanese."
"Fuufu desu?" Hana asked them.
"Um," the Doctor had a thinking face. "Watashitachi wa fuufu ja nai!"
Apparently Hana heard something completely different from what the Doctor was really saying because she suddenly smiled and turned to another older woman who had taken Hana's place at the entrance and shouted something to her. "Watashitachi wa niai no kappuru! Kekkon seikatsu no atarashi!"
"What?!" the Doctor asked, looking every bit as scared as he felt. The Doctor and the Master understood perfectly well what Hana was saying and what they themselves were saying, but for some reason the TARDIS was translating to Hana something completely different from what they were actually saying. And she wasn't translating anything to the two of them at all!
The older woman smiled brightly and waved to a couple of attendants, who then ushered the Master and the Doctor into the building ahead of everyone else in line. The people in line were cheering the two of them on, for some reason. The two Time Lords weakly protesting in Japanese and English and getting nowhere, were almost carried through the crowd of people. The Master only just stopped himself from murdering them all over a miscommunication. After all, the TARDIS was who he was angry with at that moment.
"You have won today's grand prize!" Hana said, in English they noticed. So, the TARDIS was translating to them, now that they were in the building.
What are you up to, old girl? The Doctor thought to himself.
They were shoved into the most expensive room Hana had to offer, completely confused about what just happened. They looked around to find themselves in a room that was decorated as a traditional Japanese bridal suite, except the futon wasn't on the floor like it normally would have been. It was on a large raised bed, the bedding topped with several throw pillows and the blanket was covered in excessive amounts of red rose petals. There were no windows and there were red lanterns bathing the room in a pleasant red glow.
They turned and tried to open the door to leave, but again they came across a door that would not budge, just like the TARDIS had done when they first arrived. The Doctor sighed in defeat, the Master stood there clenching his fists.
"This is ridiculous!" the Master growled at the Doctor. "You have this kind of crap happen to you all the time?" He had to ask because the Doctor just sighed, tossed his coat aside, brushed the petals out of the way and laid on the bed lazily. Stuffing a pillow under his head, he sighed again. It looked like the Doctor was used to being thrown into random places for no reason and locked inside.
"No, not all the time," the Doctor said lightly, crossing his ankles and resting his hands on his belly.
"How long do we have sit in here before they let us out?" the Master grumbled, coming to stand next to the bed and glaring at the Doctor. The Doctor just shrugged, by way of answering. The Master growled in his throat and sat on the other side of the bed, leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed and looking thoroughly pissed. "Only you would be this nonchalant about being imprisoned somewhere against your will."
"I'm used to it. And we're not being imprisoned," the Doctor said, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. "I'm pretty sure they just think that we are another couple like the rest of the people at this festival, a married couple whom they apparently think need a love room." The Doctor shrugged again.
"When we get back to the TARDIS, I am going to fix every broken circuit so she can't pull this shit anymore!" the Master told the Doctor, angrily.
"Oi! Keep your hands off my TARDIS!"
"I'm curious as to why you haven't put her back in her place by now? She's supposed to serve her pilot unquestioningly and follow his instructions to the letter. Not skip about wherever at her own whimsy, dropping you into random places and leave you wondering why you're there."
"I've tried fixing her but whatever I manage to fix properly just busts again as soon as I head off." The Doctor shrugged. "I could fix everything that needed fixing while I'm on Earth and as soon as I try to go somewhere else, everything just reverts back to what it was like before, as though I hadn't even touched it! You really think I haven't tried to fix her Chameleon Circuit a million times already?" The Doctor was almost glaring at the Master like he was stupid.
"Well, obviously you've done a crap job of it. Don't worry, I'll make sure it's done right." The Master smiled sardonically at him.
"If you think I'm going to let you touch any of her circuits even with my supervision, you are sadly mistaken!" The Doctor gave a look that said the Master was being an utter fool.
"If you think I'm going to travel around in a moody TARDIS with faulty circuits, then you are sadly mistaken." The Master glared at him.
"Like you have a choice in the matter," the Doctor said, chuckling.
"I should have just killed you when I took over the Earth," the Master grumbled. "Would've made my life so much easier."
"You should have," the Doctor agreed, looking from an objective view of the Master's actions. "Why didn't you?" The Master didn't answer, just crossed his arms tighter and looked away. "You don't know why you didn't do it?" the Doctor asked, really just trying to make conversation. The Doctor smiled then and asked, "What's the matter? Don't want to tell me that you only kept me alive so you could gloat?" The Master looked at the Doctor, his expression saying that was exactly what he didn't want to say or admit to. The Doctor smiled wider and giggled. "Oh, I know you too well."
"Do you now?" the Master asked rhetorically.
"Yes, far too well," the Doctor answered anyway and smiled again.
"You don't know a damn thing!" the Master burst out.
"I'm sorry?" the Doctor asked incredulously. "What don't I know?"
"How to fix a TARDIS for starters!"
"Oi! When did this become my fault?"
"The moment you turned into a glowing angel back on the Valiant and spoiled all of my plans!"
"Why are you getting so angry about it now?"
"It's been simmering in my brain since!" the Master shouted, sitting forward. "And this was just enough to make it boil over! You are a sad excuse for a Time Lord, yet you win the biggest war in history, single-handed. You get everything I strive for or could possibly want without even trying and whenever I get close to getting what I want, you snatch it right out from under me!"
"I didn't win anything!" the Doctor spat, sitting up. "I lost everything I cared about and I try everyday to get some of it back or find something to replace it!" the Doctor said, venomously. "I don't want anything other than to travel the universe and have a good companion who won't die on me! I was kind of hoping that would be you but apparently I'm kidding myself, again!" The Doctor laid back down and turned away from the Master.
"You are such a self-righteous bastard! Why the hell would I want to travel with you?!" the Master jabbed.
The Doctor ignored him, his mind was racing with all of his painful memories and also wondering why things had suddenly gotten so emotional, so out of hand. Then he noticed something that changed his mood entirely. "What's that smell?" the Doctor asked.
"What?!" the Master spluttered, confounded by the Doctor's sudden change of topic.

The Doctor sat up and started looking around. "That smell! What is it?"
The Master sniffed, wondering what he was talking about. He hadn't noticed the smell before, even though it was so pungent. "I don't know," he answered, not really caring about some mysterious odor that actually smelled rather good. It was kind of flowery, spicy and musky all at once.
The Doctor got up and started looking around the room, behind and under things. He found a tiny slatted door in the far wall, behind an intricately painted screen, where he saw smoke coming into the room through the slats. He crouched and looked through the slats in it and found the same little old lady from before, fanning incense into the room. "No! No, no, no, no! We don't need that!" the Doctor shouted out to her. The little old lady just smiled and nodded and continued to fan the incense, obviously she still couldn't understand him properly. The Doctor groaned and ran back over to the bed, yanked the covers back and burrowed under them and covered his nose and mouth with the comforter. He turned his eyes to give the Master a significant look. "Don't breath!" he told him simply.
"Why? What is it?" the Master asked, feeling a little dumb. Not a normal state of mind for him, the incense was getting to him already.
"The aphrodisiac they were advertising at the door!" the Doctor shouted through the blanket. "They make it into incense for you to breath in the smoke!"
"Oh," the Master answered dully. "I think it might be a little too late to try to avoid breathing it in." The Master blinked slowly, evidently in a lustful stupor.
The Doctor glanced down and saw the tent in the Master's trousers. "Oh, no!" the Doctor whined, scooting further under the covers and turning onto his side and facing the other way.
The Master turned to look at the Doctor, dazedly staring at the back of his neck. He watched a drop of sweat drip down his neck, then leaned down and licked it up.
"What the hell?!" the Doctor shouted in surprise and almost rolled off the bed onto the floor. He flung the blanket off and turned to look at the Master, clapping his hand to the back of his neck. The Master looked right back at him, his pupils were the size of saucers, drunk with lust.
"What are you doing?!" the Doctor asked, sounding betrayed. The Master didn't answer him. He licked his lips and gulped, staring at the Doctor. "Don't you dare," the Doctor said quickly, just before the Master grabbed his tie. Without preamble, he yanked him into a rough, sloppy kiss and pushed him slowly down onto the bed. The Doctor tried to fight back at first but for some reason, he just couldn't think properly anymore. Having breathed in quite a bit of the smoke while he was looking for where the smell was coming from and then gasping after the Master licked him, the incense had gotten to the Doctor too now. He started kissing back and grabbing at the Master's suit.
Their lips still locked together, the Master became impatient and without removing his tie first, just ripped the Doctor's shirt open, sending buttons skittering everywhere. He stole his hands inside to feel the warm pale flesh beneath, caressing and pinching.
The Doctor's arms were around the Master's neck, holding him close and kissing him hungrily. The Master between the Doctor's legs, their erections brushed against each other through the soft fabric of their trousers, making the Doctor moan into the kiss. The Doctor pulled the Master's tie off and flung it aside, started unbuttoning his shirt and getting frustrated with it, ended up ripping off the last few buttons.
The Master tore the Doctor's tie off, ripped it in half instead of untying it, so he could get to his neck. He kissed his way down the Doctor's jaw and down his throat, he licked at the Doctor's pulse before he bit his Adam's apple. The Doctor shouted, more in surprise than in pain. His hands were tangled in the Master's hair, his nails skimming his scalp as the Master's hands traveled down his soft abdomen and tore at the fastenings to his suit trousers. He yanked the Doctor's bottoms off, both his trousers and pants going in one swift movement, ultimately causing his shoes to slip off too. The Master kicked his own shoes off, pulled his belt off and shucked off his shirt and jacket before pouncing on the Doctor once more.
They kissed eachother messily, while the Master's hands seemed to be everywhere. The Doctor tried to roll them over, to put himself on top, but the Master wouldn't let him. The second time he tried, the Master grabbed the Doctor's member in a tight grasp, making him gasp and pant and moan.
"If you think I'm going to let you top me," the Master whispered, smiling. He licked up the Doctor's throat slowly, savoring the taste. "You have another 'thing' coming." The Doctor could only moan in response, his mind was too muddled for words. The Master chuckled and picked up his own tie, then tied the Doctor's wrists to the bed post.
The Doctor growled in frustration, he was achingly hard and just wanted to touch; touch the Master, touch himself, anything but have his hands tied to the bed and useless. The Master sat back on his heels and savored the sight before him; the Doctor; half naked, shirt torn open and disheveled, hair sticking up and sweaty, panting heavily and staring at him through heavy eyelids, rock hard and throbbing, helpless and waiting for him to eat him up. And absolutely beautiful. The Master mentally kicked himself for never noticing before just how breathtaking the Doctor could be.
He gulped before he bent down to kiss the Doctor again, briefly running his tongue across the Doctor's teeth and massaging his tongue with his own. The Master licked the Doctor's lower lip and kissed his jaw, trailed kisses across his cheek and licked his ear, then bit his earlobe harshly and grabbed the Doctor's warm length in a solid grip and squeezed it. The Doctor took a sharp breath through his teeth, wincing at the pain and pleasure of having such sensitive areas treated so harshly and his ear start to bleed. The Master lapped up the small amount of blood from the Doctor's ear, then nipped his way down the Doctor's neck and shoulder, coming to bite and suck on his clavicle as his hand began to stroke up and down gently. The Doctor started moaning and uttering broken gutteral sounds that spurred the Master into moving his mouth from the Doctor's shoulder to his belly, he licked his way down, down until he licked the head of the Doctor's hot length, surprising him and causing his hips to buck involuntarily. He wrapped his lips around it and took him in, slowly swallowing him until his lips met coarse hair and skin. His head bobbed up and down, the Doctor moaning and panting and growling in frustration again when the Master pinned his hips down and sucked him at his own painfully slow pace. He was the Master after all, everything happens on his terms. The only thing on the Master's mind, besides sex, was getting revenge and making the Doctor suffer. The Doctor spoiled his plans for universal domination, so he'll just dominate the Doctor instead. At least, in the bedroom. Doctor domination is kind of the same thing as universal domination, if you look at it in a skewed way. Yeah, he could settle for that, especially if it's going to be like this. He wondered why he had never thought of it before. If only it had occured to him during that year- oh, the fun he could have had.
The Doctor was coming close to completion, so the Master pulled his mouth away and snickered when the Doctor whined in annoyance. Since they were in a love hotel of sorts, with rooms meant for sex; the Master found more than he needed in a drawer beside the bed. He pulled out a small one-time use packet of lube and tore it open. He applied it to two of his fingers and gently massaged his way into the Doctor's tightness, making him moan and gasp which made the Master smile lewdly. After he wiggled and twisted his fingers, opening him up a bit, he added another finger and stretched him further.
When he was satisfied that he was wide enough to accomodate his own impressive size, he withdrew his fingers and finally freed himself from his tightly restricting trousers. The Doctor's eyes widened when he caught sight of what the Master had to offer, he tried to close his legs but it was a little late to act like a blushing virgin. The Master snickered and yanked his legs apart, lifted the Doctor's hips and positioned himself. The Doctor held his breath as the Master eased himself in, the Doctor gasped in pain as he felt himself stretch beyond what he could take, the pain of his skin tearing and beginning to bleed. The Master really wanted to just plunge himself in hard and fast, but that just wouldn't do- he'd only end up hurting himself along with the Doctor.
After a slow and agonizing entry, the Master finally felt himself completely sheathed in the Doctor's velvety warmth. He gazed at the Doctor's face for a moment, contorted though it was from pain; the Master still found it gorgeous. He grabbed the Doctor's hair with one hand and kissed him hard, his other arm hooking under one of the Doctor's legs. He began to move, slowly out and back in, faster and faster. His lips still clamped to the Doctor's, he plunged his tongue into his mouth, tasting the Doctor and bristling with glee. He started moaning himself, moving faster and harder and deeper into the Doctor's poor bottom.
The Doctor felt the pain begin to subside after a few minutes, replaced only by pleasure. He'd wilted a bit from the pain, but now he was back with a vengeance. He was rock hard and panting, his hands straining against their bonds, desperately wanting to touch the Master. The Master pushed harder, pulling his mouth away and moving faster, both hands gripping the Doctor's thighs. He stroked the Doctor's insides, refusing to touch the Doctor's erection and watching it throb; making him suffer and writhe in painful ecstasy. The Master ploughed into his fellow Time Lord with limitless hunger, listening to his hearts and the Doctor's beat frantically along with the drumbeat in his head.
Getting closer and closer to the big finish; the Master untied the Doctor's hands. The Doctor quickly wrapped his arms around the Master's neck, pulling him down into a kiss. The Master kissed back, then moved down the Doctor's neck and bit the skin above the Doctor's pulse hard, sucking and gnawing and only just breaking the skin. He felt the tide rising, felt it coming closer and pounded harder into the Doctor. Biting down harder and growling like a feral animal, he came long and hard inside his best enemy. With a few final tugs from the Master, the Doctor came too, shouting in a language only the Master would know.
The Master pulled himself out of the Doctor and flopped on the bed next to him. They lay there for a few minutes, limbs limp and trying to catch their breaths.
"That never happened," the Doctor muttered, looking thoroughly confused and shocked at what he just did.
"What never happened?" the Master asked sarcastically.
"Good," the Doctor said, ending the discussion.
The Master might have said that but he was thinking that he would remember this in vivid detail and try to repeat the performance as often as possible. Maybe he could steal some of that incense and figure out what it was made of so he could make some himself, maybe turn it into a tonic instead so he could slip it to the Doctor and have it only effect him. Oh, the fun he could have with the Doctor out of his mind with lust.
They continued to lay there, collecting themselves but eventually they got up and dressed as best they could with their torn clothes. The two Time Lords left the room, intending to go to the TARDIS and get off of this primitive world. They passed Hana and the old lady who had been fanning the incense, who snickered and whispered behind their hands to each other, smiling ear to ear. They had apparently been listening and watching through the small slatted door they used to distribute the incense. The Doctor bolted for the door, blushing beet red. The Master went to follow him but Hana handed him a small narrow box. It was labeled as "Koi Ni Ochimasu". The Master smiled, taking the box. He nodded his head to Hana and the old lady, who turned out to be Hana's grandmother, and followed after the Doctor. They were out the door and to the TARDIS at a quick pace, the Doctor frantic and embarrassed, the Master smug and glowing with self worth and satisfaction.
Once in the TARDIS, the Doctor left the planet so fast, he didn't even take time to think about where to go next or to notice the Master's smirk; the smirk that always accompanied the Master's evil plans. And he had so many plans for his Doctor.
The only upside to that trip, in the Doctor's mind, was giving that girl the fish he'd caught.
END
Japanese Translations:
Hitomebore - Love at first sight
Daisuki - Love/Like you a lot
Dango - Rice dumpling (usually served on a stick)
Kingyo Sukui - Goldfish Rescue
Hana - Flower
Koi Ni Ochimasu - Fall in love
Nani? - What?
Nani wo iimashita ka? - What did you say?
Fuufu desu? - Are you married?
Watashitachi wa fuufu ja nai! - We are not a married couple!
Watashitachi wa niai no kappuru! Kekkon seikatsu no atarashi! - We have a perfect couple! Newly weds!
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