(A/N: It's going to be silly fluff, dahlinks. Mostly it uses Shakespeare's Julius Caesar universe, although there are a few things that I might stick in from history. First Shakespeare fic and such. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine, and I'm not making any money. They belonged to themselves first, then Shakespeare made a play about them, so stick ownership where you want, but not with me!)
Chapter 1: When not in Rome...
Then let Caesar fall... Perhaps death wasn't such a bad thing after all. But then, there was still that pain that he was certain was not caused by the dagger wounds themselves. Brutus. Brutus, of all people... Caesar closed his eyes, giving in to the darkness.
There was a blinding white light, and a strange rushing feeling in his head, and then he found himself in a small, dark cubicle of sorts, he guessed. Well, this wasn't what he had expected the afterlife to be like. He realized with a jolt that he was actually alive again. And that he was wearing a tunic and toga he hadn't worn for years. And that he was, in fact, something around 20 years old.
"Oi, old man! If you're done checking yourself out now, think you could let us out of here?"
Caesar turned around and looked down to see a young teenage boy glaring at him. He looked strangely familiar, but Caesar couldn't place where he had seen those features before. Yes, they were softer on this boy's face, but all the same... "Cassius," he realized suddenly.
The boy took a few steps back. "How do you know my name?" he asked, suspicious.
"Then you are Cassius? Caius Cassius Longinus?"
The boy-- Cassius-- nodded warily. "Yeah, that's right. Now are you going to tell me your name?"
"Cassius, don't you know me?" This was wrong, this was all wrong. Cassius had killed him, and yet here stood a boy-- if he didn't know better, he'd say this were a younger Cassius-- who didn't know him at all.
"No, I wouldn't be asking if I did." He rolled his eyes.
Caesar crossed his arms, though it was difficult in the tight space. Was it right to want to exact revenge on this Cassius? He sighed, deciding he could think about that later. "Julius Caesar, then."
"Right. So, think you can let us out of here now? It's rather tight and I don't know about you two, but I'd better get back home." Cassius nodded.
"Two?" Caesar looked past Cassius to see a child standing next to some sort of water-filled bowl that appeared to be attached to the wall. One of his hands was in his mouth, the other trailed in the water. It took him only a fraction of a second to recognize this child. "Brutus?"
The boy nodded slowly, not making a sound.
"And do you know me?"
The boy-- Brutus-- shook his head. Wonderful. So he was stuck in some cubicle in some unknown place with two of his murderers who didn't even know who he was anymore. The day just kept getting better and better.
Suddenly there was a click and Cassius let out a triumphant shout. "Hah! I got it, take that you old fogey!" He shoved the door open.
Whatever Caesar had been expecting, it had not been a long line of men with confused looks on their faces. They were all dressed strangely, and they stared. Wherever this was, they were definitely not in Rome anymore.
"Let's just get out of here," he sighed, taking one of Brutus's hands and nudging Cassius out the door. The sooner they got back to Rome-- and he to the afterlife-- the better.
(... Yes, they were in a public bathroom. XD It was funny at the time...!
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