StanXeno/XenoStan Week 2022 Day 1
Prompt: High Heels
"How do people know the one they are marrying is the one? Like, how do they know it is love and not just mere affection?" That was an unexpected question from a very busy brain who was buttoning up his white suit. It was such an out of syllabus question that I was about to choke on my custom-made cigarettes.
"Of all the people, you had to ask me?" I composed myself and asked back. Not getting a clear answer to a question bothered him a lot, not getting a clear answer from me bothered him the most. Xeno's eyebrows knitted into a curl, and his big watery eyes looked at me. The hell was he accusing me of now? How was I supposed to know what made people marry each other. Like Xeno, I have never married. We were not exactly the romantic type now were we?
"Come help me fix my tie…" He just wouldn't let me smoke in peace, will he. I snub my half lit cigarette and stand up. Wearing tuxedo was a practice I had long forgotten. "You like nice, you should were more tux!" Xeno commented. In private, he was less a scientist, and behaved more like a high maintenance, expensive cat breed.
"If only you took off those metal claws off yours, you could've fixed your own tie." Again I was met with a frown. Just tell me what do you want, you brat! "Just tell me what is bothering you?" I did spoil him since childhood, from tying his shoelaces to heavy lifting his materials and executing his grand plans. He is my best friend and also my cat, if he was angry he clawed me, if he was happy he bit me, there was no escaping his moods. But he also is my life-partner. Slightly neurotic, but he was perfect in my eyes, even if those metal claws on his finger cut me, I would not care.
"Nothing is bothering me…" Now I could see a pout forming. Not understanding really bothers him too much. "We were talking, rather, Senku and I were discussing how we retained our consciousness while we were petrified. So that we can codify the least strenuous method to retain consciousness. After that, we began collecting data from everyone. The results are surprising, Stan."
"Tell me more." I continued looping his tie.
"Senku counted every second of 3700 years of petrification."
"So did you. You counted every second to wake up. You orchestrated your own revival!" In case he forgot, I thought of reminding him."If you had not told me about the swallows having brain waves, we wouldn't have lasted 3700 years." His tie was done, he looked good, all dressed in white, a colour opposite to his nature, but he looked great nonetheless.
"I did. But that boy, Taiju."
"What about the groom? Did that child's decision to marry for two consecutive days, make you ask me about marriage and question your coding capacities? He is in love. People in love marry." I couldn't help but let a chuckle escape as I fixed his collar and sleeves. He really loves dressing up, and that pompadour is really growing out of hand now. I want to smack it flat, but I don't want to lose my supply of nicotine.
"He kept thinking about Yuzuriha. For 3700 years he only had one thought, waking up and confessing his love." Was there something I missed in all these years? Xeno bit his lips, still lost in questions he can't understand. I know it was the wedding of that inhuman Taiju and that diligently scary girl Yuzuriha, but were they that significant to make him lose his composure?
We had been petrified more than once, separated numerous times, and found each other time and again. But not once did he bother about other people's life choices. After all, he and Senku were built of similar fabric. Both were devil's reincarnations, the only difference— my devil was outspoken about his desires of world domination since the age of three. Senku on the other hand was unhinged about his thirst for knowledge. "If it bothers you so much, you should know, I also thought about you for 3700 years." Xeno looked up, the quivering pout changed into a soft smile. Unable to resist, I lifted his chin and curled my fingers under that pointy jaw. "Since when did my little devil stop telling me the truth. Just tell me what you want, and I will do it. Have I not followed you around since the age of three? I even went behind the bar because I tried to get toxins for you! Another time I was in jail because you wanted those branded high heel boots! Things I have done for you!" Xeno laughed and reclined his cheeks into my palm, truly an expensive breed of cat.
"I was locked up with you too. We are best friends, one soul in two bodies, eh?"
"Yeah… those were simpler times. You were planning world domination, and I was following your agenda to a tee! Wait, is that my lipstick you put on? No lip gloss today?" I rubbed my thumb on those pouty lips. Those big blinked multiple times with mischievousness. Just like a cat.
"It is a wedding after all, first wedding of fri— acquaintances we are attending together!"
"They are children, Xeno. Don't let their wedding stress you. We are not all made from the same cloth. They are held by their biological imperative. Not us."
"The researches we ran and data we collected. Proved something."
"What?"
"It was easier to retain consciousness when the petrified person had attachment related motive."
"Ah… So Senku and you were in the minority."
"I suppose. We did have attachment related motives, but our intensities varied. What I mean to say is it was easier for Taiju to remain stable because he knew the person he wanted to spend his life with."
"Look at Senku, he will never marry to fuck anyone; he seems to have no interest in what other's call romantic love. But sure as hell loves his friends Taiju and Yuzuriha. So, to answer your first question, friendship is affection turned love. Does it matter how we came to be together? As long as we found each other back is what matters. Yes, if it matters of research, then it is true, I thought about reuniting with you for 3700 years. Is that a reason enough for us to marry like those toddlers? I really do not know." My long speech brought colour to his face.
"I also thought about you every day. I don't think my intensity matches Taiju's, but I wanted to reunite with you. World domination without you at my side felt futile." Xeno's claws finally dug into my arms.
"Even if you didn't think about me for centuries, I wouldn't complain, Xeno." I lean and kiss his exposed, shiny forehead.
"I know, but I thought you should know. My attachment motive has always been you." As if I don't know. I can read messages from his blinking. We are each other's attachment motives, we always have been and will always be. We were slightly different from others, but our dedication to the other is unparalleled. Was I smug that I got to hold this man in my arms? A bit. So I decided to spell it out.
"If you want to get married, we can do it next week, you know? We already have the suits we are wearing today, we can ask Gen to get some party popper and paper decorations if he is not too busy, we can nick some wine from today's party, steal some money from the treasury, fly to some island and put on rings. You kidnap your science brigade and I will drag my team of dumbasses. Would that ease your mind? A ring on your sharp claw, or do you want to drink each other's blood? You name it and I will do it."
"No drinking blood." Xeno replied after a long pause.
"No drinking blood. Noted." So he was not opposed to the idea of putting rings.
"I would like some high heels… higher the better." Xeno smiled and blinked at me thrice like a cat. Heels, of course, the weight of his life long obsession to tower over everyone could only be lifted by heels. With seven inches of high heels and another five inches of that pompadour would make him a tall groom.
"Then shall we start looking for a shoemaker?" I offer my hand. Without frowning further, he took my hand. Satisfied with the out come, we both straightened our backs. It was time to party! Xeno in my arms coughed and cleared his throat. He had something more to say it seems.
"After the party is over, let's find a shoemaker." This was an order from my little devil.
"Yes my dear. Let's wish Taiju and Yuzuriha a happy union!"
"Yes..."
THE END
Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Stone
I am late for StanXeno/XenoStan Week 2022.
Here is my very first fic for my favourite evil power couple. I just love them, especially Stan holding Xeno's chin after de-petrification, lives rent-free in my head. So I wanted to write something set in the canon universe. But also wanted it to be fluffy, because both Xeno and Stan love dressing up and make up, I do think they might like high heels, especially Xeno because he wants to rule them all.
So here is a little chat fic, where they discuss possible marriage.
And if you like it, leave me comments and kudos. But yes, mean comments break my heart. So if you don't like it, which you have every right to, please just don't shout at me. I am a fragile hearted person.