A/N: Hello everyone! If you haven't guessed yet, this is Romeo and Juliet. Before you ask, some corners will be cut, as this needs to fit into five chapters, and hopefully it won't be so depressing. But it probably will. This is Romeo and Juliet, after all.

So I hope you approve of the couples and character choices and enjoy the story!

Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Stadea, where we lay our scene,

From ancient grudge break to mew mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the five chapter traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient eyes attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

…

They were at it again.

Every head in the Stadea market turned at the raised voices coming from a side street.

A mass sigh. Not again.

The Capulets and the Montagues. Two prestigious families, noble, competitive, rich.

Bitter rivals.

It had all started one day in the distant past, when, in the annual tournament the families' always entered (and strove to win), a Capulet accused a Montague of cheating their way through a round against him. Needless to say, the Montague was quite offended and denied the allegations, demanding an apology. The Capulets were having none of it, adamant of their claim. Things soon spiralled out of control.

So now it had come to this. On the side street, the rage of Fox and Falco was climbing.

They both worked as chauffeurs, Fox for the Montagues, Falco for the Capulets. Both were quite happy with their jobs, and were quite the peaceful type.

But had so chanced up each other. The meeting had quickly escalated, right until this point, which had fallen to simple insults.

But soon, even their bank of insults had run dry, and both of their hand flew to their Blasters, holstered at their hips. Soon, both were pointed at the other at equal speed, waiting for the other to shoot.

And so, the stalemate continued, until a certain blue-haired man walked by.

…

Ike was a Montague. Was he proud of it? He hadn't quite decided on that. How would he describe himself? Wanting to lead a simpler life, without a massive ancient feud to trouble over.

Blue, spiky hair, bandana trying to tame it (mostly unsuccessful), tattered cloak, very large two-handed golden sword Ragnell he was famed for wielding with just one hand.

And today, he was taking a stroll through the town, minding his own business, hefting Ragnell on his shoulder as he walked.

Then he heard the raised voices.

He sighed, and marched over to the side street to sort it out. The Montagues and the Capulets had been caught fighting twice before, and Master Hand (the mayor of the town) had not been pleased. Ike didn't think he would react well to another unauthorized brawl.

He turned the corner and was quite taken aback by the sight before him. Fox and Falco, the chauffeurs, both had their Blasters trained at each other's' heads, and neither seemed to be backing down.

Ike listened in on their dispute, which wasn't hard, as they were both screaming at each other:

'Why don't you shoot, huh?' Falco was saying. 'Are you too afraid? I wouldn't be surprised.'

Fox was quite affronted. 'Then why don't you shoot? It's all very well telling me to shoot if you don't. What are you afraid of? That you will die? You kill me and I'll shoot too.'

Falco growled. 'I'm not afraid to do it.'

Fox replied casually. 'Then do it.'

Ike decided this was a good time to step in before things could get out of hand. He walked over.

'Whoa! Hold it!' he started as he approached, gaining the two anthromorphs' attention. 'Surely we can sort this out civilly!'

'What do you think you're playing at?!' shouted Falco. 'You're a Montague.'

'Well, I don't want another fight.' Replied Ike coolly. 'There must be another way to sort this out without using violence.'

'On the contrary, why not violence?' interrupted another voice. Ike sighed. Just when he was getting this sorted out, he had to come…

From out of the shadows of the street, Solid Snake emerged. He seemed to have a stealth suit for every occasion, the one he wore today as grey as the foreboding overcast sky. A practical grey bandana kept his hair in check and by his sides, his numerous guns, should he ever have need to battle, which was often.

He drew his guns, and twirled them absentmindedly. 'Of course, you would back out, wouldn't you? You, and all you… Montagues.'

Only he could make that sound like something else.

'I'm only trying to avoid trouble with Master Hand. 'Ike replied quite gruffly. 'I would appreciate it if you could not get us all into trouble and you could keep the peace for once.'

'Peace?' Snake inquired, lifting an eyebrow. 'There is no peace, not in these times.' With that, he lunged, firing his guns as he did so. Ike could barely Counter in time.

The real fight had begun.

…

The group, having come out of the fight quite worse for wear, sat with their respective family members in the Smash Mansion. It wasn't actually a mansion, but the nickname came about when a particularly nasty street gang started to target the police a while ago. The police station had been on the receiving end of lots of attacks, and had to be rebuilt several times, out of taxes, much to many people's chagrin. Police officers were also attacked, which scared away many new recruits and the fear still live to this day. Thus, the police station became rather large compared to the amount of officers who used it, as no other branches would transfer precious officers. So the name had come about, and never really seemed to go away, but no one really seemed to mind.

So that was where they were now, sitting in front of Master Hand, and to say he was displeased was rather a large understatement.

'Twice you have been caught fighting in public, unauthorized, endangering those around you, and twice have I warned you!' he shouted. Those witnessing this were quite pale in the face.

He carried on. 'This is your final warning. Do this again, and there will be harsh consequences! Is that understood?'

They all nodded quickly.

…

Somewhere in Stadea Park, Link was reclining under a large tree. He was a Montague; however, he was less concerned with the feud than others, namely with his fetish for love. He was the descriptive type, with poetic lines and flowery language prancing through his mind daily, often spouting small speeches, as that was his thought on love. But he was still young, not knowing that that probably wasn't what love was like.

So right now, he was brooding on love, the tall tree shading him from the fair blue sky, and he was happy to do just that.

He was startled from his thoughts by approaching footsteps. He looked up to see Ike, his cousin, coming towards him.

Link leaned forwards. 'How did you know I was here?'

'You're here most of the time.' was the reply.

Something seemed off with Ike. Link narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him. 'Did you get into a fight?'

Ike sighed. 'How did you know?'

'You're looking quite dishevelled, also quite sad, angry… maybe defeated?'

Ike shook his head slowly. 'I don't know how you do that, but yes. Snake arrived and things quickly escalated.'

Link was silent for a while and Ike took this chance to look him over. 'You seem gloomy; what now?'

It was Link's turn to sigh. 'It's Rosalina. She's turned me down.'

Ike came and sat down beside him. 'Don't worry about it. She's just one girl; there's plenty more out there who are maybe even better! You never know!'

Link shook his head. 'No. She's the only one for me. I must persist.'

'You know what they say about there being plenty of more fish in the sea.' replied Ike. 'You know what? There will be a Capulet party soon. I bet we can get in and see other girls there.'

Link looked up in alarm. 'Capulet party?! If we're caught there, we'll be as good as dead!'

'Nonsense!' laughed Ike. 'It'll be great! They won't notice us from everyone else! Will you come?'

Link was silent for a moment. Then: 'Yes, I'll come. But only to see if Rosalina is there.'

…

In the Capulet mansion, a young girl sat at a dressing table in a purple and gold gilded room. She chipped her red and silver earrings into her pointed ears and looked over her reflection, happy with her appearance. She got up from her chair just as her nurse, Nana, bustled into the room with stacks of clean laundry. She was short for her age, but her age, the girl didn't know, so she could only guess that she was rather young, which she thought was most likely wrong. She liked Nana, having been raised by her for as long as she could remember, and shared her love for the colour purple.

Nana smiled warmly as she walked into the room. 'He's here, Zelda.' she said. 'Your father is meeting with him right now.'

Zelda raised her eyebrows in interest. 'Really? What is he like?'

At that moment, Zelda's mother, Samus, walked in. 'I think you'll like Marth. He's a charming young man. You'll make a great couple.'

Zelda sat down on the bed, thinking. 'But I haven't really thought about marriage yet.'

Samus came to sit down next to her. 'Tell you what, you should talk to him at the party tonight, and see how you find him.'

Zelda looked up into her mother's eyes. 'I suppose.'

…

As this discussion went on, another discussion was taking place downstairs. Zelda's father, Captain Falcon, was meeting with Marth in a reception room. Falcon once served in the army, moving though its ranks, until the wars stopped and he had a family to take care of. Not that Samus needed taking care of. Nevertheless, he kept the title 'Captain', to, as he insisted, 'strike fear into the hearts of my enemies.' and even completed his look with a red crash helmet adorned with a one-way visor and golden falcon. Samus insisted he was having a midlife crisis.

But he still sat proudly in front of a possible son-in-law, Marth, as he addressed him.

'So, you seek my daughters' hand in marriage? he inquired.

'Yes I do.' he replied calmly. 'I would be honoured to be her husband.'

Falcon observed him. His hair was blue (not uncommon), he dressed regally in blue (he was starting to think he liked blue), and renowned sword (he heard it was named Falchion) was at his side. He was cool, collected and rumoured to be of royal descent. A good match, he agreed.

'Very well.' he replied. 'Come to my party tonight, and meet her there. We'll see how it goes.'

'Thank you very much.' was Marth's reply as he stood to leave.

…

The party looked to be traditional. Men were wearing tuxedos and women were in long black dresses. There was plenty of champagne on trays and music polite to your ears.

The Montagues blended right in.

Ike and Link trudged across the yard, trying to find their friend they were meeting.

Just as they thought he had already gone inside to have fun (it was the sort of thing he would probably do), a voice behind them startled them.

'What took you so long?'

They turned to see their friend, Pit. He was wearing a black tuxedo, like them, which was surprising enough, as the range of colours he wore varied from either white or white-with-hints-of-gold. However, he was inseparable from the gold laurel that adorned his forever ruffled brown hair. His eyes were blue and massive, and from his back, white wings sprouted. Overall: Cupid with sharp knives.

He raised his eyebrows, implying that his question was completely fair. Ike was not amused.

'Well sorry if we can't fly like you.' He retorted. 'Now let's go.'

He continued on to the party, with Pit at his heels, practically shaking with excitement. Last of all, came Link, dragging his feet along miserably, with a sinking feeling that everything was about to go horribly wrong.

A/N: Well, as you can see, some characters will be quite OOC. But I do hope you enjoyed this!