RE-POSTED. Yep the second chapter somehow disappeared…so it's reposted yay! (no changes what so ever, yes I'm lazy)
S: No ramblings… 0 ok a few… the HATS in this play are so funny, and the hairstyles atrocious. Alan Rickman plays Tybalt… and, well, no comment snickers his hair… heh
NOTE: NOT in Shakespearian script. This fic is based on the BBC production of the Shakespearian play Romeo and Juliet, not Baz Lurhmann's interpretation. Heh. Although I might plan on writing a different story for that one (containing slash of course).
WARNING: slash, shounen ai, (malexmale) don't read if you can't handle it. Mention of rape like situations. Character death.
Disclaimer: I do not own Romeo and Juliet some 500 year old dead fellow owns it 0. Besides my mind would not be able to come up with a story between heterosexual lovers such as Romeo and Juliet 0. Oh and BBC production… well I don't think I could invent the hairstyles or the hats that they use… O.o they are the funniest things I have ever seen 0
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BASED ON BBC PRODUCTION, not Baz Lurhmann's movie. (For those who didn't read the above)
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ETERNITYPrologue
Mercutio yawned and stretched, he hadn't slept that well for years. He looked around the small room he was in and gaped. There to the left of him was … HIM! His body was ashen and bloodless, blue lips parted slightly, a red stain smeared across his tunic where Tybalt had stabbed him from beneath Romeo's arm.
HE WAS DEAD!
He looked down at himself and found his body, complete, no nasty holes in his abdomen, no pain that had accompanied him during the last few moments of his life. Although, he pondered this for a moment, his leg was half way through a wall.
He shrugged to himself, if he'd been detained in this world or plan of existence whatever it was, it must be for a reason, perhaps for revenge. He quite liked the sound of that. Standing he pulled his rapier out and grinned evilly, Tybalt wouldn't know what hit him, or stabbed him as the case maybe.
The market place was crowded, all eyes on the fighting pair. No one noticed the specter, which slid between them. Those who Mercutio went through felt a cold chill run up their spine but ignored it for the heat of the battle before them. Romeo was saying something and Mercutio steeped forward.
"…for Mercutio's soul-" Said soul perked up, Romeo could see him?
"-Is but a little over our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company." Excuse me?! He may have been dead, but there was no way he wanted company in the shape of Tybalt. Although it would serve the bastard right if he died. Mercutio smirked and thrust his rapier into Tybalt's heart. The man looked a little shocked and he seemed to look directly into Mercutio's eyes, the first time Mercutio had ever seen anything apart from cockiness enter those obsidian orbs, before the moment was over when Romeo's sword slid through Tybalt's flesh and blood escaped the wound, the dark haired man fell back upon the steps, life leaving him. Mercutio's rapier fell to the ground without the clatter, which would usually accompany it, no wound could be seen on Tybalt beside Romeo's.
Mercutio watched dazed as Benvolio ran up and urged Romeo to leave, the crowd was now parting for the prince and the guards, and still Tybalt lay motionless. Maybe the man didn't have a soul. He was after all such a heartless, unfeeling bastard. Although Mercutio felt somewhat cheated, was he to be left alone here for eternity? A groan clearer than the other voices silenced everything and Mercutio raced over to Tybalt's fallen body, the guards gathered around shivered at the sudden chill.
"Tybalt?" Mercutio bent over the fallen man and tried to shake him but his hand went straight through. The body was picked up by the guards men and Mercutio panicked, but before he could react a second Tybalt was left lying dazed on the ground, as the guards men left with his body.
Mercutio realized he had a stupid grin on his face and his hand was still submerged in Tybalt's shoulder. He jerked back, smile slipping, he wasn't that desperate for company; to be relieved Tybalt was with him. His small inner voice smirked at him. Said Tybalt was gazing after his body in confusion, his jaw dropping as he turned and faced Mercutio.
"Your… your dead!!!" he backed away and succeeded in going straight through old Montague. Mercutio peered around the old man to see the distressed Tybalt, he couldn't help smirking.
"So are you my king of cats. It seems you only had one life, such a pity, I would have enjoyed haunting your other eight." Tybalt gaped at him and quickly recovering drew his rapier.
"I am NOT dead!" he lunged the same time old Capulet stepped in front of Mercutio, sword sliced through the old man's fur coat, leaving no mark. Mercutio sighed, 'This man was so annoyingly stubborn at times,' he corrected himself, 'all of the time.' He drew out his rapier and lunged at the stunned Tybalt who raised his sword instinctively to wad off the blow. The reassuring clash of metal against metal was not heard as Mercutio's sword swept through Tybalt's like air and proceeded to cut through Tybalt's unresisting flesh as if it was air as well. Tybalt stood unharmed, slightly shocked, but unharmed. They both stood suddenly still, silence hung heavy between them.
Mercutio cleared his throat as a young boy ran through him an apple clutched in his hand.
"Well that wasn't as much fun as I though it would be."
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I hope you enjoyed it.
We were watching this for our English class and … well I can't seem to keep my mind away from slashy thoughts 0. I bet it was those extremely tight tights that all the guys were wearing.
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