Title: An Assassin's Pride.
Rating: T - M
Pairing: Dei x Chika
Chapter: Who Are You? Romeo for love thy Juliet.
Disclaimer: I do not own NARUTO or ANY of its characters. BUT... I do own Chikaku Shinkusuna as well as Minari Umeriyu, and all the things that happen to these two characters, as well as the PLOT (Plot? Psh.. I haven't got one... Yet. Hehe.) of this story.
I also do not own the script of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespear.
Note: Review! This is AU completely! It will have explicit scenes in later chapters (Chapters will be marked for the raiting.) Flame if you like. Ask Questions. It is using my OC (Chikaku) as well.
Based around Tokyo Regions, for each Ninja Village.
IF YOU DO NOT LIKE HORRIFIC SCENES OR GORE... DONT READ. THIS IS; T - M+ RATINGS!
Summery:
"It was Fast, Blurry and done in a flash. The only thing I caught a glimpse of was the long wave red hair, and the streaks of blood. That was it before blacking out. They said I woke up gripping a mask, and that was all I could remember. The night I was saved, by an unknown person. Whoever it was, is my hero."
Minari Umeriyu was a first year middle school child when she was saved by an unknown person (Chikaku Shinkusuna). The only thing the girl has to remember that night was a cracked mask left behind. She was lucky to be alive, and was popular among some children in her school.
"It was said, that the cold-hearted assassin had striked again, but this time leaving behind a young girl name Umeriyu Minari." The whole thing was over the news, but the only thing that ran through the childs mind was... "Who is the person that had saved Minari that night? And why? Who is the cold-hearted Assassin, that goes by the name of the "Crimson Camellia"?"
Character Roles:
Crimson Camellia / Kokoro Kiyoko (Shakespear Actress) - Chikaku Shinkusuna
Black Artist / Bakuhatsu Iwaki (Shakespear Actor) - Deidara
Assassin Group / Undercover Actors/Actress' - Akatasuki
Undercover College Students / Investigators - Team 7, 8 and 10.
Soul Surviver - Minari Umeriyu
FBI - ANBU Black Ops.
Police - Jounin + Chuunin.
Students - Genin and Academy Students.
Hokkaido Region - Fire Country; Sapparo - Leaf Village
Kinki Region - Earth Country; Osaka - Rock Village
Kanto Region - Wind Country; Yokohama - Sand Village
Tohoku Region - Lightning Country; Sendai - Cloud Village
Kyuushu Region - Water Country; Kagoshima - Mist Village
Okinawa - Assassin's Land (Akatsuki's Base)
Chapter One: Who Are You? Romeo for Love thy Juliet.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
- William Shakespear -
~xx-X-xx~
[Flashback: Two Years ago]
"Who... Are you?"
That was the first thing the red-haired girl heard, and the last thing the thugs in front of her would say. Soon within her hands were to blades, and each blade, was soon dragged across the skin, that was perfectly fitting around the male duo's necks. Her face, covered by a mask, her purple orbs, with no feeling inside them staring into the souls. Gurgles being heard, from the thugs that were soon choking on their own blood, and fell to the ground.
"Who am I?"
She repeated with no emotion embedded into the words. Thinking to herself as she shook the red liquid of her blades, before putting them back where she had removed them from. Sighing softly.
"Why.. Should thy say. For, thou art who know me... Just be few letters, for thine to form a word. Thus creating... Thy's singular name."
She didn't mean to be poetic about her explination, it was just natural. The girl had been reading to many of those books, her master had brought her.
"But. I guess, I am... Crimson Camellia."
The mask dropping to the floor, as the eyes of the child sitting behind her against the wall, widened at the name. The black bangs drapped over her red rubical eyes, before she blacked out, after the women disappeared.
[End of Flashback]
[Present Time: Two Years After; Annerversary of her Rescue]
"Minari-chan... Minari-chan!"
The black haired, pale girl turned around to be confronted by the pink-haired child. The girls bright green orbs, sparkling, while her red orbs were dull. Any emotion the girl held the day before vanished.
"Ah. Sakura-chan... Sorry." The smile appeared. "I didn't hear you..."
The two females, walked the streets off Sapparo, in the Hokkaido region of Japan. The sun shone down on the city, as they planned to meet up with their other friends from school. Minari, only half listened to how the girl went on about the boy in her class, Uchiha Sasuke, if she recalled from any other day that the girl rambled on about. 'How could she forget... My bestest friend.' Sakura turned to her friend as she stopped to stare at the poster pinned up in a shop window. Standing beside her, the red orbs stared at the blonde-haired man and red-haired women, on the poster. In big bold letters, where the words "Romeo and Juliet." with a description underneath.
"Come see. Romeo and Juliet, live. Two houses, Romance and a Tradegy. Friday at 6pm. Bring your friends."
Sakura read it out as Minari read the actors and actress'.
"Kokoro Kiyoko as Juliet and Bakuhatsu Iwaki as Romeo"
"We have to go and watch it.. Minari-chan."
"Mhm... I don't know." She looked at the sky. "It's been two years... I don't feel up to it."
"Sakura-chan! Minari-chan! Quickly!"
The two looked over seeing the blonde haired girl and the blue haired girl waving at them, all chirpy and fangirling. Well the blue-haired female was just blushing and smiling.
"Its Iwaki-san!"
"And Kiyo-san!"
Both girls looked at each other, before sprinting over to where the squealing girls were as the actors and actress' were walking to the theatre, Minari stopped as she passed two people wearing casual clothes. Her gaze went back to the others as they called her name, taking once glance back, at the red strands blowing in the wind, before disappearing around the corner.
x-XX-x
"It was her."
Chikaku stopped after turning the corner, and looking back as Deidara looked at her. Sighing, he took her hand and dragged her towards the cafe. The girl blushed slightly, and growled letting out a small 'tch' at the man's actions. She knew he was smirking, even if all she saw was the back of his head.
"Naw... Is thou Little Romeo annoyed?" A smirkled spreaded across her face, as the boy stopped and trembled a little. "So it is true. Madame Juliet, has irritated thy Monsiour Romeo."
"Cut it out. Baka Chika-chan."
She stood there and smiled. "Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!" He glared at her which made her grin so more, "Ahh. Thou has redden'd, at thy ladies words. But... For now." She tapped his cheek. "We should run."
x-XX-x
The girls flooded the bare street, as Chikaku soon gripped the boys hand and started to run back the other way, her eyes staring at the girls that were running towards them, as the purple orbs caught the red orbs, though she was soon swept off the floor, and set on the roof, next to the man, as the girls and boys swarmed around where they stood.
"Dei... What now?"
"Hm. It's your fault." She looked at him as he glared at her. "You and your stupid teasing."
"Iwa-hn!"
Her eyes widened as the girls jaws dropped, when he had kissed her. He pulled away and smirked. She stood there stunned as the heat rose to her cheeks, making her blush.
"Thus... An thy Lady Juliet is for redden'd, due the actions, of Sir Romeo."
"B-b-baka Iwaki!"
They were cut of with squeals from the girls, which soon hurt her ears, as well as his. Though both their gazes turned to the red orbs that were full of shock, with a hint of fear. Minari stood there trembling, her lips moved, as she mumbled the name. Once that had happened, her face was soon covered with the help of Deidara, as he stared at the sadistic smile that had stitched itself to her face. The police soon arrived, as the two lept off the low garage roof, and stood there, before being escorted to the theatre.
[Later the Day: 6pm - Opening]
Stage Directions - [ ... ] | Narrator - Bold | Fights - Italics.
{Act 1 - Prolouge}
Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new 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; Whole 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 two hour's traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
{Scene 1 - Verona; A public place.}
[Enter Sampson and Gregory, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers.]
Sampson stood opposit his fellow friend, and sighed, to ask him a question. "Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals." To reply to the company of Sampson, Gregory answered.
"No, for then we should be colliers."
Slightly curious the boy asked again another question with an opinon, "I mean, an we bi in choler, we'll draw." Gregpry nodded in agreement, to prove this he once again had answered the boys question.
"Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar."
Drawing his sword, he moved the action with his words. "I strike quickly, being moved." This soon caused Gregory to ask his own question, as the man had sheathed his once drawn sword.
"But thou art not quickly moved to strike." Like said he had asked, and for Sampson had turned to the man, and answered. "A dog of the house of Montague moves me."
Short chuckle emitted from Gregory's mouth, to retor the mans answer. "To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: Therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away."
Sampson replied with a vengeful fighteous grin. "A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's." As Gregory chuckled, at the mans reply.
~xxXxx~
Chikaku sat there spinning on the chair, her face turned with a scowl, as the girl, held the script following the trail behind the actors who were currently on the stage. The scowl was there for how their words talked about her own kind, being weak, and she for one was not as weak as the play emitted the Women of the world to be. Deidara entered her area as the girl turned her head a little more to look at the blonde male, as he sighed and smiled.
"Chika-chan."
"Don't call me that.. Baka Dei-kun."
She lifted herself up as her eyes looked at him, through the mirror infront of her, as the paper dropped onto the table, while he walked over to her. She didn't want to do this play, for many reasons. One it was tragic, yet the other is because she was always being the women, who was woo'd -as they would have to referre it in some of the plays- by the man, and that man being Deidara.
"Chikaku, relax."
"How can I relax, when I have to be oh poor Juliet, the one who falls in love with the hopeless romantic Romeo, of Montague." Her voice in a mocking, yet irritated tone. He just sighed, and ruffled her hair, which soon went to her swatting his hand away, just so he could frown, while she rested her head, against his lower chest, sighing.
"I'm sorry. I just.. Really don't feel like it. It's been two years after I messed up that request from Pein." He frowned, as she stood up and hugged him, burying her head into his chest, as he hugged back.
~xxXxx~
Gregory looked at the man, and simply sighed, before saying his sentence; "The quarrel is between our masters and their men." Sampson smirked, and nodded, answering;
"'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: When I have fought with the men, I weill be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads."
The looked that appeared across the mans face, of curiousness with a hint of disgust, but only a small hint. Questioning the man looked at his friend. "The heads of the maids?"
Sampson mearly replied with a nod of the head before answering. "Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt."
A small chuckle came from the other, laced with confusion. "They must take it in sense that feel it."
The crowd let out a couple of chuckles, before Sampson continued, and looked towards them, holding out his hand, while one placed on his chest, as if to mock a romantic man, "Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh." He grinned sweetly, before turning to Gregory and winking, with a small chuckle, as the crowd chuckled once more.
Though Gregory just sighed and shrugged before retoring to the latters words. "'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy toll! here comes two of the house of the Montagues."
Sampson turn to the two approchments and smiled, his hand going to his weapon, while the other rested on his hip still. "My naked weapon is out: quarrel I will back thee."
The cock of a head, and a risen eyebrow, lead Gregory to ask in a tone that was unknown. "How! turn thy back and run?"
Though defiantly, Sampson held his hand up to the man, in a stop gesture, his other scoping the hair from his face. "Fear me not."
Another sigh from the other, as he shook his head in disblief and lowering his friends hand, before turning his gaze back to the aproching men. "No, marry; I fear thee!"
This time, it was Sampsons turn to cock his head, and raise a brow, in confusion, before asking the loyal friend a question, "Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin." as the friend of the latter replied back, in curtsiousness.
"I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list."
Sampson huffed and turned back to the men who were only now close to the duo of Capulet. "Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it."
[Enter Abraham and Balthasar]
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Abraham asked while stood with Balthasar, as Sampson mockingly bowned and replied.
"I do bite my thumb, sir."
"Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?" Abraham asked once again, with more emphsis on the word, 'sir' in agitation and the sarcasm of the bow performed.
Sampson stood aside to his partner Gregory "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?" as due reply Gergory muttered the single word of; "No." to which Sampson soon turned to Abraham and answered his repeated question.
"No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir."
Though Gregory had soon asked the man of opposing, "Do you quarrel, sir?"
"Quarrel, sir! No, sir." Abraham replied.
Sampson held out his right hand while his left was firmly on his hip, "If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as a good man as you." Abraham chuckled at this replying to the blonde actor, "No better."
"Well, sir." Gregory finished the rest of the sentence for Sampson, as he pontied to the man, "Say 'better:' here comes on of my master's kinsmen." As Sampson nodded, agreeing with the man beside him. "Yes, better, sir."
In disbelief. Abraham rose an eyebrow at the sentence. "You lie."
Sampson smirked, just to reply, while his hand would retret to the handle of his sword, as well as the man Gregory to. "Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remeber thy swashing blow. They fight."
[Enter Benvolio (Sasori "Reanimated Ver.") ]
"Part, fools!" He said raising his hand, as the other to his sword. "Put up your swords; you know not what you do." He asked before slightly answering the question. "Beats down their swords." As he turned to the approching other Capulet.
[Enter Tybalt (Hidan) ]
"What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?" He muttered before turning to Sasori. "Turn thee, Benvolio," Hidan gestured to the man, his hand retoring to the hand of his sword as well. "Look upon thy death."
Sasori smiled, and slightly pulled the sword from its sheath. "I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me." Drawing the sword fully now as Hidan had done the same, and retorted to the words Sasori played from the script that he had mesmorized.
"What, drawn, and talk of peace!" Holding his sword, and arm in the air, and standing of a stance, preparing for a battle. "I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:" Sasori, prepared his own stance, while Hidan finished. "Have at thee, coward!"
They fight, swords swing as the crowd were intrigued with the performing battle, more and more of both houses of the Montague and the Capulets entered within the battle, joining the fray: then enter the Citizen and their clubs.
~xxXxx~
Chikaku stood there and sighed, watching them from the side of the stage, next to the blonde actor. Both hate with the dragging out of each scene, they just wanted it over with already, yawning slightly. After what happened before they reached the cafe and theatre, the two were tied, and what's more, Deidara had got a beating from Chikaku for the random kiss he had given her, in front of all their fans, and making her look like a love-sick women.
~xxXxx~
{skipping rest of the scene, and onto Benvolio and Romeo's meeting.}
[Enter Romeo (Deidara), Exit Montague and Lady Montague.]
Sasori stood as Deidara walked towards the man. "Good-morro, cousin." Deidara nodded his head, "Is the day so young?" He asked as Sasori sighed "But new struck nine."
Deidara looked at the ceiling then to the crowd. "Ay me! Sad hours seem long." Frowning before turning back to the actor. "Was that my father that went hence so... Fast?" Nodding in reply Sasori turned forward, his hands on his hips. "It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?"
"Not having that, which, having, makes them short." Arching a brow Sasori turned to the blonde actor.
"In love?"
"Out-" He so replied to be cut of by the latter. "Of love?"
A shook of the head, as he lowered it to look at the floor with a sigh, saddened. "Out of her favour, where I am in love."
"Alas, that love, so gentle in his veiw, should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!" Sasori replied as Deidara lifted his head, the girls in the crowd awe'd at his words, as Chikaku gulped and looked away know what was coming next.
"Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still," Deidara turned his head away looking towards the red-haired girl, before Sasori sighed. "Should without eyes, see pathways to his will." The blonde looked back towards the other, with his hand on his chest, and a sorrowful look on his face.
"Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?" Sasori crossed his arms over his chest, while Deidara asked the questions, one hand on his hip, looking foward to the man. "Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love."
He grinned and turned to face the crowd. "Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!" The grin fading back to a frown. "O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!" A sadden look appeared while the girls still looked from the crowd in awe mode, yet the two males on the stage grumbled deep within their conciousness.
"Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!" Turning to the boy, he held his hands out. "This love feel I, that feel no love in this." The pained look, as he shook his head. "Dost thou not laugh?"
Placing a hand on Deidara's shoulder, Sasori shook his head before replying with his lines. "No, cox, I rather weep."
"Good heart, at what?" He asked the red-haired actor once more, with the same saddened expression. Though the question was answered once again, as Sasori tapped the man's cheek softly, while a few adults in the crowd laughed.
"At thy good heart's oppression." He replied with a warm smile, gripping the shoulder of Deidara slightly more.
{Skipping to Scene II - A street}
[Enter Capulet, Paris (Itachi) and Servent]
Walking along the street -while Chika, Sasori and Deidara where sitting there bored, backstage, Chikaku more border since her part still hadn't arrived- The actor who played as Capulet looked towards Itachi, and the servant with them, before starting his lines, while Itachi looked around and the servant staring towards the ceiling of the stage.
"But Montague is bound as well as I, in penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, for men so old as we to keep the peace." Itachi nodded and turned his head to the male,
"Of honourable reckoning are you both; and pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?"
The man smiled his hand behind his back, as on across his lower chest, as they walked. "But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world;" He said with a serious yet conversal look of pride for the latter daughter he would be on about.
"She hath not see the change of fourteen years, let two more summers wither in their pride," Turning to Itachi he nodded. "Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride." Itachi nodded as well while looking towards the man, with the same expression, though more softer in understanding.
"Younger than she are happy mothers made."
"And too soon marr'd are those so early made." He retorted to the known to be of a question. "The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she," Lowering his head and sighed. "She is the hopeful lady of my earth:" Itachi had nodded at the words, and smiled.
Chikaku sat there and shivered slightly. "But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part;" She grimced at the words as Deidara chuckled at bit before being elbowed in the side by the latter, who he had chuckled at. While the actor portraying her father in the play continued his lines.
"And she agree, within her scope of chioice lies my consent and fair according voice. The night I hold an old accustom'd feast, whereto I have invited many a guest," He raised his hand towards Itachi as the black-haired actor stopped and looked at the man. "Such as I love; and you, among the store, Onemore, most welcome, makes my number more."
"At my poor house look to behind this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel" Once again, Chikaku couldn't help but shiver at the words, in slight fear, as the man continued, "When well-apparell'd Aprin on the heel of limping winter treads, even such delight among the fresh female buds shall you this night" Their gaze looked out into the back of the theatre room, a hand stretched while continuing the poetic lines.
"Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, And like her most whose merit shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none, come, go with me."
Looking towards the servant beside him, he smiled, giving him a piece of paper. "Go, Sirrah, trudge about through fair Verona; find those persons out whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay."
[Exit Capulet and Paris. {Skipping servant's speech} The servant holding the paper goes to find the people. Enter Benvolio and Romeo.]
Walking together as he looked towards the blonde-haired boy, with a smile. "Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, one pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;" Slinging an arm over the boys shoulder, as Deidara smiled. "Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desprate grief cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to thy eye, and the rank poison of the old will die."
Deidara turned to the red-haired actor, and smiled, before removing the arm over his shoulder. "Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that." Sasori chuckled and turned towards the crowd, though looked towards the boy at the corner of his eye, and replied;
"For what, I pray thee?" His hands together mocking the sign of a prayering man. As Deidara sighed.
"For your broken shin."
His fouce soon scowled slightly, with a frown. "Why, Romeo, art though mad?" He asked as his hands moved to his sides. As the latter shook his head, and grinned.
"Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;" He nodded and his hands moved to his hips, as their gaze locked at each other, and grins laced across their faces. "Shut up in a prison, kept without my food, whipp'd and tormented and" His gaze turned to the servant as he soon noticed the man walking around on the stage. "-God-den, good fellow."
The servant looked at the two and bowed. "God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?" Raising himself he frowned, for what he asked the two, just to be replied to;
"Ay, mine own fortune in my misery." The Servant nodded adn sighed at the answer.
"Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see?" He asked once more as the blonde looked a little before nodding to the question again;
"Ay, if I know the letters and the language."
"Ye say honestly: rest you merry!" He bowed once more and went to leave, as Deidara had stopped him with another sentence.
"Stay, fellow; I can read." he takes the paper'd list of names, before reading it out to the servants appreciations.
"'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercution and his brother Valentine;" Deidara sighed at the familiar name but soon continued. "Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.'" He rose his head to the servant and read the last of the list. "A fair assembly: wither should they come?"
The servant nodded his head upwards, replying to the question. "Up"
"Wither?"
"To supper; to our house."
"Whose house?"
The servant blinked and nodded. "My master's."
"Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before."
"Now I'll tell you without asking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine." He bowed before leaving. "Rest you merry!"
[Servant exits]
"At this same ancient feast of Capulet's, Sups the fair Rosaline who thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go theither; and, with unattainted eye, compare her face with some that I shall, and I will make thee think thy swap a crow."
"When the devout religion of mine eye maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; and these, who often drown'd could never die, transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun ne'er saw her match since first the world begun."
The two boys walked along the stage once more from one side to the other, then to the middle before halting to a stop and looked at each other.
"Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself posed with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be wiegh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well that now shows best."
"I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, but rejoice in splendor of mine own." The two walk from the middle to the once side of the stage.
[Exit Benvolio and Romeo. Scene III - A room in Capulet's house. - Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.]
The female looked round as she was getting changed with the help of the maids, "Nurse, where's my daughter? Call her forth to me." She ordered as the Nurse nodded before letting her ramble on some more about her daughter. While the women went to find her.
"Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old." Sighing as she stood there. "I bade her come. What, lamb! What, ladybird!" Nudging the maid out of the way, before turning her head turned towards the red-haired female who entered the stage. "God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!"
[Enter Juliet (Chikaku) -]
"How now! Who calls?" Her purple eyes gaze towards the first women, and tilted her head.
Then her gaze turned to the stern gaze of her nurse. "Your Mother."
She nodded and walked with the nurse over to the lady on the opposite side of the stage, doing her make up for the feast. "Madam, I am here." Bowing her head slightly. "What is your will?"
The brunette women turned to the red-haired child, her hazel eyes staring at the purple eyes. "This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile," She gestured her hand for the elder women to leave. "We must talk in secret:-Nurse, come back again;" Upon returning the elder and the younger blinked in confusion of the others wishes. "I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel." Frowning she took a sigh and continued, "Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age."
Nodding to the insisted question, the nurse replied. "Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour."
"She's not fourteen."
The nurse shook her head and sighed quietly. "I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-" Mumbling to the other. "And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four- She is not fourteen. How long is it now... To Lammas-tide?" The nurse asked questioningly.
"A fortnight and odd days" The lady replied. As the nurse nodded.
"Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lamas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she-God rest all Christian souls!-" The nurse explained to the lady as Chikaku stood there and sighed to herself. "Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me: but, as I said," Gesturing again, as she repeated herself about the age of Chikaku's character.
"On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well." Tapping the side of her head, smiling, showing what teeth she had left. "'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd,-I never shall forget it,- Of all the days of the year, upon that day:" Her smile and cunning look, changed to a sorrowful and sadden one. "For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; My lord and you were then at Mantua:-"
Gesturing towards the lady, and then back to herself. "- Nay, I do bear a brain:-but, as I said," Smiling and her gaze slightly switched between Chikaku, and her mother. "When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple, of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it tetchy and fall out the dug!" The nurse rambled on and on, to the lady.
{I'm skipping to the last scene of the play.}
[ACT V - Scene III - A Chuchyard; in a tomb belonging to the Capulets. [Enter Paris and his Page with torches and flowers.]
Itachi stood there and turned to one of his pages. "Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof: Yet put it out, for I would not be seen." He nodded and smiled, "Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;" He muttered about the girl lying in the tomb. "So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, but thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me," Instructing the pages to whistle if there were any itrusions at all, while he visited the dead female.
"A signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go."
The page nodded stepping aside, handing over the torch and flowers. "I am almost afraid to stand alone, Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure." He bows respectedly and left the scene.
Itachi nodded his long black-hair swayed as he achieved the action, giving his page the permission to wonder the churchyards whilst he visited Chikaku in her tomb grave. "Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-" Sniffing the flowers Itachi held back the sneeze he was gathering, as he walked over to Chikaku while she lyed on the platform in the middle of the stage. Her eyes closed, and her expression so peaceful, like she was really sleeping. "O woe! Thy canopy is dust and stones;- Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:"
Continuing his lines, both himself and Chikaku held back their shivers at the lines. "The obsequies that I for thee will keep nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep." Itachi was cut of by a signal of a whistle from his page boy. "The boy gives a warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night," He muttered as he walked around the stage. "To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? What with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile."
[Exits - Scenary change | Enter Romeo (Deidara) and Balthasar with torch, mattock and c]
Deidara stood there quietly, as the crowd looked at the section of the play, it was nearly over and some of the little children that were allowed to see the play were slowly dozing off against their friends, or parents, depending who they came with to watch the play.
"Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning see thou deliver it to my lord and father." He smiled handing the letter over to the said person, who he was talking to. "Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, and do not interuppt me in my course." He insisted to the man, pointing a figer at him, before turning his blue gaze towards the enterance of the tomb. "Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my lady's face; but chiefly to take thence from her dead finger."
He frowned, holding her 'cold' hand and sighed. "A precious ring, a ring that I muse use In dear emplyment: therefore hence, be gone: But if thou, jealous, "But if thouh, jealous, dost return to pry. In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by join, and strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intrents are savage-wile, More fierce and more inexorable far than an empty that tiger or the roaring sea."
Balthasar looked round at Deidara, and soflty set his hand on Kise's arm, but didn't do anything. "I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you." Deidara shook his head, and gave the boy a curious look.
"So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow." A sullen look in Deidara's eyes and he pats the boys shoulder and smiled sadly. Nodding his head Balthasar smiled sadly.
"For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt."
[Balthasar exits]
As Romeo continues to wonder around the outdoors of the tomb, before Paris exits the tomb to find the boy there. They fight, fighting to the death, but victor of Romeo, as Paris dies. Romeo talks about Mercutio, Juliet and grants Paris last words, by laying him in the tomb with Juliet.
Deidara walked over to the peaceful looking Chikaku as she laid there. "For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes, this vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd." He officially layed the acting dead Itachi on the ground in the tomb.
"How oft when men are at the point of death have they been merry! Which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I call this lightning? O my love! My wife!" He placed his hands on hers and frowned. "Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet." His fingers trailed across her cheeks and lips, as Chika held every reaction in the best she could, deep inside Deidara snickering at her struggle.
"Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there." Turning towards the other bodies he looked upon the dead body of Hidan "Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain to sunder his that was thine enemy?" Frowning his head bowing in sorrow, as he remembered of himself and Chika being married in the script.
"Forgive me, cousin!" Turning the blue eyes back to the closed purple ones, of the red-haired actress. "Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?" He storked her cheek once more, causing the female again to hold back any reactions she wanted to act out.
"For fear of that, I stil will stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night depart again: here, here will I remain with worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars" Kneeling next to her holding her hand.
"From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!-" Standing up, he wrapped his around the girl, as she quietly gulped letting a small breath out, though it being unnoticed by the audience thanks to Deidara, and the way he hugged her. "Arms, take your last embrace!" Lifting himself, his hand stroked her cheek his thumb, dragged gently across her bottom lip. "-and, Lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss." Leaning over her "A dateless bargain to engrossing death!" The blonde actor, soon pressed his lips against hers with a quick peck, before lifting his head and stood there.
"Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!" His hand against his chest, while his other retreated to his pocket. "Thou desperete pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!" Pulling out the bottle of poison he raises the small trasparent diamon like flask holding a yellow -apple juice- liquid. "Hear's to my love!" He tilts his head back slightly, the liquid of the bottle running down his throat.
"O true apothecary!" He stands there, "Thy drugs are quick." sitting on the edge of her platform, he leans over her. "Thus" Once again pressing his lips against her own, Chikaku tried her best not to blush at the actions. "with a kiss I die." Laying next to her he pretends to die.
Romeo dies next to Juliet as Friar Laurence enters with his props of a lantern, crow and spade. Converses with Balthasar over Romeo, then advances to the Tomb and enters.
Looking around the tomb his face of shock and disgust at the -fake- blood being dragged along the floor, from none other than the boy of Itachi. "Romeo! O, plae! Who else? What, Paris too?" He shook his head in disblief at the shock of his body being there as well. "And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance!" He turns to the boy and girl on the platform. "The lady stirs."
Juliet awakens
"O comfortable friar! Wher is my lord?" Her face frowning as she looked around, and turned to the man opposite her. "I do remember well where I should be, and there I am. WHere is my Romeo?" They here a noise from within as the Friar bows his head.
"I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:" He held his hand out to Chikaku as she looked at him with a confused yet sullen look. "A greater power that we can contradict hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away." Gesturing his hand in a following gesture.
"Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet," The noise is heard once more intruppting the mans speech to Chikaku. "I dare no longer stay."
"Go, get thee hence, for I will not away." Chikaku her hand retorting away from the mans, as she gestures for him to leave, but declares that she would not follow in his leadance away from the tomb.
[Friar exits.]
Her gaze turned to the boys next to her, a sullen look now plastered over the once calm and peaceful face she was embedded with. "What's here?" The pale hand, landing atop of Deidara's. "A cup, closed in my true love's hand?" Taking the flask her brows furrowed at the knowning substance that would have been inside the clear glass.
"Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?" Her gaze turned back to the boys face, as her the back of her hand, was dragged gently over his pale cheeks, before she cupped her hand over it. "I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them," She leaned closer, once more quietly gulping, but not audioable to the audience. "To make die with a restorative." Her lips pressed agaisnt his, as she kissed him, trying her best not to push it further than a small long held chaste kiss. "Thy lips are warm."
The watchman enters with others, "Lead, boy: which way?"
As the watchman follows the boy to where was asked, while Chikaku sat there with a frown, hearing the noise once more.
"Ye, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!" She takes the dagger from Deidara's side, holding it her hands as she frowns and closes her eyes slightly. "This is thy sheath;" Raising the blade, as the lights flicker she thrusts it towards herself the lights darking the stage, as she coughs a little, quietly. "There rust, and let me die."
The lights turn back on, as she lays there, her body angled over Deidara's smirking against his neck a little, as he gulps, after feeling her slide her tongue over it faintly.
[Page and Watch enter]
The page looks around then turns to the watchman. "This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn."
The watchman nodded as he walked along the ground, staring at the blood then towards the page. "The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach." His head turning back towards the tomb and enters deeper to where the blood leads. "Pitiful sight! Here likes the county slain, and Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, who here hath lain these two days buried." Turning to his desciples, raising his hand to the entrance of the tomb.
"Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: Raise up the Montagues: somethers search: We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; but the true ground of all these piteous woes we cannot without circumstance descry."
[Re-enter watch and Balthasar.]
"Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard." The second watch, retorted to the first.
"Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither." The first replied.
[Re-enter watch and Friar Laurence]
"Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps; We took his mattock and this spade from him, as he was coming from this churchyard side." The third watch said once more to the first, after the second had help Balthasar in his hold whilst they wait.
"A great suspicion: Stay the friar too." The first said gesturing towards Balthasar and the second watchman, who stood at the side paitently for orders and Prince with the two rivaling families.
[Enter Prince and Attendents.]
"What misadventures is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest?" Prince asked, as he looked towards the watchman along with the gazes of the attentdents.
[Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others.]
Chikaku's father looked towards Prince, the watchman, with his wife, plus the other that have joined the two and the attendents that had joined Prince, on his morning wake up. "What should it be, that they so shreik abroad?"
"The people in the street cry Romeo," Shaking her head as he expression sullen'd "Some Juliet, and some Prais; and all run, with open outcry toward our monument."
"What fear is this which startles in our ears?" Prince asked the watchman, after Capulet and Lady Capulet had finsihed their words.
The watchman bowed his head towards the three worried people before answering their questions. "Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; and Romeo dea; and Juliet, dead before, warm and new kill'd." The man explained. As Prince scowled and looked towards him.
"Search, seek, and know how this fould murder comes."
"Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; with instruments upon them, fit to open these dead men's tombs."
The disgust overthrowing Lady Capulet, and enraged scowl over Capulets darkened face. "O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mistan'en-for, lo, his house is empty on the back of Montague,- And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!"
The cringe in his words, as her chest hitched against the boys chest, causing Deidara to laugh in his sub-conciousness. "O me! This sight of death is a bell, that warns my old age to a sepulchre." Her mother announced it saddened tones.
[Enter Monatgue and others.]
"Come, Montague; for thou art early up, to see thy son and heir early down." Prince announced gesturing to the man to enter and overlook the tradgic scene ahand.
"Alas, my liege, my is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:" He announces in sorrow, of the lost of his wife, but with the saddness of the lost of his son, on the same fateful night as well. "What further woe conspires against mine age?"
"Look, and thou shalt see." Prince announced, and gestured towards what he was speaking off.
"O thou untaught! What manner is this?" He shook his head, "To press before thy father to a grave?"
"Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, and know their spring, their head, their true descent;" Prince said to the man of Montague, yet now of rage at the scene before him. "And then will I be general of your woes, and lead you even to death: meantime forbear, and let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion."
"I am the greatest, able to do least," Bowing his head in shame, but continued. "Yet most suspected, as the time and place doth make against me of this direful murder; And here I stand, both impeach and purge." He lifted his head and frowned. "Myself condemned and myself excused."
"Then say at once what thou dost known in this?" Prince had asked, after letting the Friar finish. Friar Laurence nodded and continued on answering the mans question of suspicion.
{I will just put this as narrated. But still put the names of who is actually speaking above.}
Friar Laurance:
I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.
Prince:
We still have known thee for a holy man.
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Balthasar:
I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
And then in post he came from Mantua
To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father,
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
I departed not and left him there.
Prince:
Give me the letter; I will look on it.
Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
Page:
He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince:
This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I for winking at your discords too
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
Capulet:
O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
Montague:
But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Capulet:
As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
Prince:
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Once the play was finished. Chikaku sat there her head on her dressing table in front of her as she slept soundly, after being stressed out because of the stupid play, and weren't she glad it was over finally. Two hours of acting as the idiots wife and lover was irritating to no end. Though everyone who acts with them, would just say she was in denail, and really she loved being the lover to Deidara in the shakespearean plays they act out sometimes.
Quietly he slipped into the room, and closed the door, before sighing and walking over to her and nudging her softly, as she mumbled, nudging her again, she swatted his hand away, and slowly opened her eyes, before closing them again, liftning her head, to stretch, and looked round towards him.
He smirked as she frowned at him, and looked away with a small 'hmph' and sat with her back to him, as he turned her face round to his, gripping her chin, and pressed his lips against hers, causing her to fall back, pulling away, falling off her stool. Sitting there she blushed furiously, her fringe covering her face slightly, as he sighed. The blonde crouched in front of her and lifted her head, tilting it towards his gaze, as she gulped.
"D-dei-kun... B-baka."
She flinched a little as he kissed her again, letting out a small moan, and slowly started to kiss him back, her arms sliding over his shoulders, his tongue slid across her bottom lip, which soon she let him take, his tongue pushing against her own. He pulled away as she knelt there blushing, while the girl panted a little, drouling slightly, and lean'd agaisnt him.
"Chikaku. That was for licking me earlier."
"B-b-baka..." She stuttered, her face darkening as she trembled, her arms agaisnt his chest, as he leand agaisnt the wall, his hands wrapped around her waist, while she sat on his lap. "I-if you're g-going to kiss m-me... D-don't tease." Her head lifted as she looked towards the now flustered teen, and kissed him. "O-okay."
"C-chika-chan... Is so cute, when embarrassed."
"S-shut u-up." He smirked as she panicked a little at what he had said.
Though soon, Chika had pushed her lips against his kissing, he pulled her closer, pushing her agaisnt him, as he raised his legs a little. A small moan came from her, as she trembled a little, when he moved his hands under her shirt. Their tongues sliding over each others, as she kissed him more, moving slightly against him, making him lowly growl.
Much to their disappointment, they both soon stopped, for air, as well as the door opening. Wiping her mouth of the droul, and looked away as the door soon closed, and the red-haired man stood outside slightly shocked. Deidara soon rested his head against her shoulder, holding her close to him, as, her arms slightly wrapped around him.
Sasori soon knocked on the door, as Chika hummed slightly, her head turning to the mans, as she faintly smiled, while they were still in the same position as before, due to Deidara falling asleep, on her shoulder.
"Uh, we going to head out soon... Be ready."
"Sure.. When this idiot wakes up, I'll tell him."
He nodded and left the room, closing the door, and let out the breath he was holding back, to calm himself down, and stop himself from shouting at the duo. She nudged the other slightly as he groaned and soon bit her casuing her to muffle the moan, with her mouth.
"F-fuck... D-deidara..." He bit harder, as she trembled, and gulped. Holding in the moan. "S-st..o-op..."
He licked her shoulder, before the blood that had left the bite mark, -that was clearly visible with the shirt she was wearing.- and ran down her chest. Her head was turned to the side, when he smirked against her skin. His hand ran down her hip, causing her to shiver and then retort to burrying her head into his shoulder, to muffle any of her moans.
"Ngh~" She couldn't hold it in, as soon as he bit her ear, she had to let her moan out, and gripped him more, as his breath brushed against the shell of her ear.
"Chika is so adorable." Quietly smirking as she softly and weakly, hit her hand against his chest, before trembling, when pulled her close, once more.
"S-shut up... Dei-k-kun."
There's the first chapter~
R + J Characters:
Chikakau (OC) - Juliet
Deidara - Romeo
Sasori - Benvolio
Itachi - Paris
Hidan - Tybalt
More chapters to come. Reveiw.