I'm sure there are others, but this is a story of Romeo and Juliet staring Demyx and Zexion. Other than a few changes here and there, I don't really own anything. Enjoy. . .

Romeo & Juliet?

Chapter I: Thy Is To Blame

A man dressed in black, gothic attire stood in a room gasping with shock. A man dressed in bright, spring time attire stood in a room gasping in shook next to the other man.

In front of them lie the bodies of two older teenage boys. Both bodies drenched in blood, but only one had an opened wound. The one dressed in a white suit with a silver necklace that carried a charm in the shape of the sun was sitting hunched over the other boy and had the gun in his hand. From his lower jaw dripped blood onto the body of the second boy. He had pulled the trigger himself because of the boy under him. The boy under him was wearing black, emo clothes with a black, silver necklace that carried a charm in the shape of the moon looked as if he were sleeping. He had ingested a toxin made of highly toxic poisons. It was he who brought the gun. The two, they had died together to be together.

The man dressed in black over to the boys and collapsed on his knees, tears in his eyes. The man dressed in bright walked over to the boys and collapsed on his knees, tears in his eyes. Neither of them touched a single body. These boys, they were their sons, their flesh and blood, the sons of two enemies.

As the two men wept, over the boys, a third man entered the room. "You both know this is your fault."

The man in bright glared up at the third man. "How dare you? You know nothing!" The man in black stayed silent.

"No, you know nothing." The third man walk up to the two men and handed them a piece of parchment like paper. It was a proof of marriage. It was signed Demyx Capulet and Zexion Montague. Both men were hit with disbelief. The man in black looked back at his son. His son had married his enemy, a Capulet. The man in bright looked at his son. His son had married his enemy, a Montague.

"How did this happen?" The man in black asked. "Why did this happen?"

"Thy should ask thy self." The third man said. "Unintentionally, you kept your sons apart as they drew closer together. It was an endless tug-a-war. This is the result of that tug of war."

The man in bright shook his head. "No! My son would never-!" The man's eyes swelled with tears. "He would never. . ."

The third man brought his hands together and closed his eyes while bowing his head. The man in black let out a sob. "So you're saying this is my entire son's fault?" He demanded.

"Yes I am! If he hadn't used your twisted was to mess with my child-"

"Bull shit!" The man in black was fierce yet broken. "Our boys' only crime was loving each other, but we could not see that love. We did drive them to do this!" The man in bright shook his head. HE refused to believe it.

At this time, a boy, an older small girl, and several other people came to the room and shock and horror on their faces.

A black haired boy dressed in black started to sob. He feared this would happen. He knew, he knew about the two boys and didn't say anything. He just collapsed on the spot and broke down. The older girl had tears running down her face. She knew, she knew about the two boys and didn't say anything. The others shed their share of saddened tears.

Police arrived to move the bodies. The man in black didn't want either one moved. "They look at peace." He whispered. Even though his son lay dead, covered in blood in front of him, it seemed that it was the most peaceful time he saw his son.

The man in bright disagreed. He wanted his son's body away from the body of that which was his enemy. The officers moved everyone out of the room. When a picture of the two boys was handed to the man in black, he finally agreed to let the bodies be moved. It twisted his heart to see the boys moved from their peace. But he knew it was for the best.

The third man walked up to the two men with a disappointed look on his face. "Do you want to know what happened?" The man in black nodded. "Do you want to hear what happened?" The man in bright shook his head, then nodded in defeat. The two men followed the third man into an office to let the clean up men do their job.

Once inside, the third man locked the door and sat behind his desk. He faced the gentlemen. "These deaths didn't have to happen. Zexion and Demyx were just young lovers who wanted to be happy. But you Montague," He faced the man in black. "And you Capulet," He faced the man in bright. "You didn't let that happen. Sound familiar?"

It did to Montague. It sounded very familiar. His face dropped. "Romeo & Juliet." He whispered.

"Romeo & Juliet? How the hell is this Romeo & Juliet?" Capulet demanded.

"Simple. Your families are the Montague's and the Capulet's. Your two oldest children fell in love and eloped. And not to mention, both just met a tragic death because their families refuse to get along!" The third man banded on the desk. "How are so blind you can't see that?"

Capulet was silent. Montague just sighed trying to fight the new onset of tears.

The third man took a deep breath. "It all started like any other day would for them."