-Fanfiction-
For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo. The battle of the Capulets and Montagues kept them apart…till the day of their death.
Prologue:
"…"
"Oh come on, Juliet, you look ravishing! Don't you agree, Romeo?"
"I reserve my comment."
"Romeo, what a thing to say to your fiancée!"
Juliet's nurse stuck her lower lip out at Romeo, before fussing over her mistress's (or shall I say master's) hair again.
"Such convenient hair…you don't even need to comb it!"
"Again, I reserve my comment."
A hand whipped out and grabbed the cyan-haired nurse by her wrist. As the grip tightened, emotionless eyes narrowed. "Leave me alone."
Taking the hint, the nurse hitched her skirt up and skittered out of the room, muttering darkly about her master's impudence.
Romeo ran his hand casually through his fiery hair. "You need to relax, Juliet."
Black eyes flicked to the amused Romeo, then a hand was raised and the chair Juliet sat upon was flung aside.
"Jaou ensatsu…koku ryuu ha!"
Capulet raised the wine glass to his lips, not even battering an eyelid as a large explosion sounded in the next room. Snatching the wine bottle off the table, he stood up and watched the furniture move. A very flustered nurse raced past the room, screaming. Capulet's wife stepped into the room with a smile.
"It seems the children are playing again."
Blowing his chocolate bangs off his eyes, Juliet's father nodded gravely. "Indeed…and if they get serious, you know what to do."
Lady Capulet patted the two sets of jetpacks she had carried with her.
"Yes, dear, I know."
"Excellent…" the brunette man raised the wine bottle. "Would you like some wine?"
"Rose whip!"
"Jaou ensatsu rengoku shou!"
As another a series of explosions rocked the room, Lady Capulet flashed a smile.
"No thank you, dear."