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; 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 not the two hours' traffic of our stage; the which if you with patient ears attend, what here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. - Chorus

(Spoiler: This does not take place in Verona. Also, I've cut a few scenes and characters out for the sake of simplicity.)

Lian: Macau

Batukhan: Mongolia

Jochi: Golden Horde

Kasem: Thailand

Act 1 Scene 1

A fight has occurred on the streets. A dispute between the two houses that have fought for ages. Swords clashed, the event filled with clouds of dust from their feet. Carts of shops were destroyed and the grunts of men as they swung their swords were heard.

Lian was dashing to the scene. Why had another fight broke out in the middle of the streets once more? He was starting to become exhausted. As he finally approached the dispute, and in between breaths, he points to the servants of the house they belong to and speaks, "Drop your weapons. You're all mad for starting up another fight."

Behind Lian came Kiku, walking up to the taller man, sword in hand.

"Can't you control your own men? Lian, turn around and say your prayers." The Japanese man jested, readying his weapon. Lian moved his hand to his own weapon. "I don't want these fights between our houses, Kiku. You should aid me in stopping these conflicts-"

Kiku cut him off. "You talk of peace yet you have your weapon readied. There are three things that I hate: hell, the Wang household, and you." He smirked. "Fight me, coward!" Kiku launched himself at Lian, and their duel started.

Batukhan, one of the heads of the two houses, entered the scene with a couple of servants. "What the hell is going on? Someone get me my weapon!" A servant turned to him. "What? Why?" The Mongolian looked at him coldly. "Yao wants to piss me off by swinging his sword.

Opposite of Batukhan stood Yao. "Hey asshole!" The Chinese man taunted.

Suddenly, Prince Jochi enters the conflict; with men at guard. "Enough!" The Prince said angrily. "Everyone drop your weapons and hear my words! Yao, Batukhan, if you are to ever break out another fight on these streets once more, you will pay with your life! Batukhan, come with me, and Yao, you come later. And let the streets be in peace once more."

After a few minutes, all was clear except for Yao and Lian.

Yao looked up at Lian. "Who started this? Were you there when it started?" The Macanese man sighed. "It was your servants that did. I wanted to try and stop the fight, but Kiku came at me and we then started to fight until the prince came."

The older one rubbed his temple and sighed. "Where is Kasem? Did you see him today? I'm just glad that he wasn't here at this fight." Lian pursed his lips. "I saw him when he was taking an early morning walk. I approached him, but he hid before I could come in contact," Lian positioned his glasses closer to his eyes. "I figured he wanted to be alone, so I did."

Yao brushed the hair off his face. "He's being all mopey these days. Crying and sighing. It makes everything seem so depressing," he sighed. "He's been shutting himself out from the rest of the world."

"Yao, do you know why?"

"No. He won't tell me either."

"Have you tried everything to make him say?"

Yao sighed. "Yes, I've tried everything. Me and everyone else has. But he just doesn't want to see anyone. He just wants to be alone." Yao tsked. "The silly boy, if we only knew what his troubles were; we would help him."

Kasem shuffled towards the two, head down. Lian sees. "Look, there he is! Yao, perhaps I could speak to him alone? He'll either tell me or not." Yao pursed his lips and put his hands to hips. "I hope you can get into his strange mind." he says as he leaves.

Lian walks up to Kasem.

"Good morning, cousin."

"Is it that early?"

"It's only nine in the morning."

Kasem sighed. "Time goes by much slower when you're sad. Was that Yao that had just left?"

"Yes. Why are you so sad?"

"Not having what makes time fast."

"...Um." Lian tried to come up with reasons why his cousin was so sad. "...You're...in...love...?"

"Out."

"...Of love?"

"Yes, but she doesn't return the feelings."

"Love is a very rough thing disguised as something gentle."

"The feeling plays you like a puppet." Kasem sighed sadly once more. He turned to see the debris of the fight. "Did some dispute happen? Wait, no. Don't tell me. I already know about it. It's about hate, but more about love." Lian squinted his eyes in confusion.

"Oh, brawling love! Oh, loving hate! Oh, anything of nothing first create!" Kasem continued melodramatically. "The love I feel is everything but actual love, and no one to love me back!" The Thai man turned to Lian. "Wouldn't you laugh?"

"No. I'd rather cry."

"Why?"

"At your heartbrokenness."

"Why? For that is how love goes. My own grief will hit me heavy, however your sadness will just add more to it. Love is like sweet candy that you choke on. Goodbye, cousin." Kasem states and turns to walk off.

"W-wait! I'll come with you. You leave me like this, and it is you who does me wrong." Lian says, catching up to Kasem.

"No, no, Kasem isn't here. I'm not him, he's somewhere else."

Lian rolled his eyes. "Come on, just say who it is."

"You want me to groan and say?"

"Please don't groan. But yes, do say."

Kasem crossed his arms and pouted. "You wouldn't say that to a sick someone to make a will. You'll only make him worse!" He turned his head. "But, sadly, I do love a woman."

"I presumed so."

"Well you were right on target. She's beautiful."

"The beautiful ones are hit fastest."

"No, she won't be hit by the arrows of Cupid, that's to say."

"So she's sworn to be pure forever?"

"Yes." Kasem sighed. "I think it's such a waste, since her beauty won't be passed to future generations, it kills me, but...I can't change her mind, that's up to her."

Lian looked at Kasem. "Then listen to me, and just forget about her." Kasem removed his glasses and started cleaning the lenses. "Why don't you teach me how to forget to think instead?"

The Chinese man sighed. "Just look at other beauties."

"That's just going to remind me more of her! Those struck blind of love can't forget the treasure that he lost! If you show me a really beautiful girl, I'll just see one that's even more beautiful. Forget it, you can't teach me how to forget."

Lian narrowed his eyes. "I'll be sure to do so, or I will die in debt to you."

End of Act 1 Scene 1.

(I skipped a lot of the beautiful literature that is in Shakespeare's writings, but for me, the beautiful writing is what makes me confused at first sadly.)