ACT I
In a random plaza somewhere in Tokyo:
"On guard, you scoundrel!" the man shouted for all the onlookers to hear. A sword was already in hand, upturned and ready.
"You can always leave it to a Cullen to start trouble!" the man's opponent shouted, drawing his own sword in reply.
"What'd you say, filthy Black! Your family's the one that's always causing trouble for us Cullen's!"
"You must be delusional," the Black said, thrusting his sword forward.
"Your mom's delusional! Why else would she have decided to have an ugly fart like you?" the Cullen shouted, parrying the thrust.
"Why you-" the Black said, rapidly on the offensive. Before long, the singular swordfight erupted into an all-out brawl as more members of both families joined into the fray. Copious amounts of "your mom" jokes were employed that day and many a ears bled; baby kittens also died. But neither side seemed ready to surrender, the brawl ever expanding.
That is, until the blaring of a trumpet horn caused everyone to pause, some in mid-swing. The Prince of Tokyo had arrived. "What is the meaning of this?" the stocky man demanded.
"Prince Megure!" the Cullen who had started the fight exclaimed, bending down to one knee.
"Prince Megure!" one by one people repeated; soon, the entire plaza was down on their knees.
"Who started this ruckus?" the prince demanded, but no one dared to speak. Prince Megure just sighed, "Listen up, Cullen family, Black family. Your feud has gone on long enough. You're endangering innocent civilians and this cannot continue. From here on, I decree that anyone who again disturbs the peace be sentenced to death! Understood?"
"Yes, Prince!" a dozen plus voices said in unison.
"Very well," the prince said, leaving the plaza. The Cullen's and the Black's glared at each other for a moment, before each finally walked off in their own direction.
In a random garden in Tokyo:
"Ah," Kaitou sighed, looking dejectedly at the ground. What was he to do? He felt miserable, and felt miserable about feeling miserable, which in turned only made him miserable. He sighed again, locating a spot amongst the sycamores to sit down. "What am I to do?" he asked again to no one in particular. The girl that invaded his dreams, the one who had stolen his heart while he wasn't looking, had yet to return his letter. It had been, what, seven hours already? Surely the post must have reached her. And yet she hadn't responded. "Aoko," Kaitou mumbled, wondering what his love was doing at the moment. Was she thinking about him, like he her? Kaitou inhaled deeply, imagining Aoko's wondrous smell, as if she were right there with him. But when he opened his eyes, he realized she was nowhere to be seen, which only spiraled him into another miserable mood. His brooding was interrupted, however, by someone calling for him.
"Young master!" a voiced called. Kaitou looked up. It was Jii. "Young master! I have news!" Jii called, but stopped when he saw Kaitou's depressed look. "Young master, what has you so bothered?"
"It's nothing, Jii," Kaitou said, though the young man's face obviously showed deep sorrow.
"It's about Aoko, isn't it?" Jii asked.
Kaitou looked up, surprised, "How did you know?"
"I heard you mumbling her name a couple of times," Jii responded. "Are you in love with her, young master?" Kaitou nodded slowly.
"But she hasn't returned my letter," Kaitou said sorrowfully.
"When did you send it?" Jii asked.
"Near seven hours ago," Kaitou said.
"Seven hours?" Jii repeated, "Young master, you have to give her more time than that!"
"How much time does she need, Jii? It only took me a second to realize that I loved her," Kaitou said, exasperated, "What if, what if she doesn't love me?"
"I'm sure she does," Jii comforted.
"But what if she doesn't? Oh!" Kaitou said, "I don't know if I can handle her not loving me back, Jii."
"Young master, if it worries you so much, maybe you should just move on," Jii suggested.
"Move on?" Kaitou questioned.
"There are plenty of fish, er, I mean, pearls in the sea," Jii said, "Maybe you should find one that will give you a solid answer."
"Find another? How can there be another like Aoko? Jii, I don't know if I can give her up so easily," Kaitou said, depressed.
"I have an idea, young master," Jii said, pulling out a card from his pocket. "I found this on the way here."
"What is it?" Kaitou asked, taking the card from Jii.
"An invitation to a masquerade, being held at the Cullen mansion," Jii explained.
"I'm not in the mood to go to a masquerade, Jii," Kaitou said, handing back the card.
"Young master, perhaps you can go and compare Aoko to some of the other ladies there; you may find she's not worth waiting for," Jii said.
"I don't know, Jii," Kaitou said dubiously, but his eyes caught something on the card just as he was handing it back. Aoko's on the invitation list! His love was going to be there! "On second thought, Jii, maybe going to a masquerade will be kind of fun," Kaitou replied.
In the Cullen mansion, in Tokyo:
"Lord Cullen," the young woman said respectfully as she greeted the man.
"Ran!" the man replied joyfully, "How is your father, Kogoro, doing?"
"He's well, Lord Cullen," Ran replied.
"And your uncle? How's Prince Megure?"
"He sends his regards, Lord Cullen," Ran replied.
"Good, good! Please tell him he is more than welcome at my masquerade tonight," Lord Cullen replied.
"I will, Lord Cullen," Ran said.
There was a pause, before Lord Cullen spoke again, "So, tell me Ran, for what have you come to see me today?"
"I have come to seek your son's hand in marriage," Ran said.
"Conan?" Lord Cullen asked.
"Yes," Ran said with conviction.
"Brilliant! I think that is an absolutely brilliant idea," Lord Cullen said, obviously excited at the announcement.
"So do I have your permission, Lord Cullen?" Ran asked.
"Yes! Of course!" Lord Cullen beamed. Ran smiled in turn, happy at the outcome of the events. "However," Lord Cullen said, "I think it would be best to wait until Conan is sixteen first."
"Three years, Lord Cullen?" Ran asked, looking slightly displeased.
"Now, now, Ran. Please don't be upset. How does this sound? Come to my masquerade tonight. Conan will be there. You two can get acquainted," Lord Cullen said with a wink.
Ran smiled at that, "I think that would be splendid."
Inside the Cullen mansion, Conan's room:
"Conan?" a voice said, followed by a knock on the door. It was his mother.
"Yes, mother?" Conan asked, putting down his violin.
"Can I come in? I have some news from your father," his mother said. From father? Conan thought. He went over to the door and let the woman in. "Your dad has recently spoken with Ran," his mother began once inside the room, "You remember her right? She's the Prince's niece. Anyways, Ran has come seeking your hand in marriage, Conan! Isn't that wonderful news?"
"M-marriage?" Conan stuttered out.
"What's wrong, Conan?" his mother asked.
"Ah! Nothing, mother. It's just, I haven't given any thought to marriage yet," Conan admitted.
"Conan," his mother scolded, "You're almost fourteen already."
"I know, mother," Conan said, "I'm just not sure about…" Conan trailed off.
"Well, your father has invited Ran to the masquerade tonight. How about you meet with her tonight and see if she's to your liking," his mother suggested.
"Alright, mother," Conan said, realizing that the matter was already settled.
END ACT I
If anyone hasn't figured it out yet, this is a parody of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. The cast is:
Kaitou Kuroba = Romeo
Edogawa Conan = Juliet
Mouri Ran = Paris
Aoko Nakamuri = Rosaline
Kudo Yusaku = Lord Cullen = Lord Capulet
Kudo Yukiko = Lady Cullen = Lady Capulet
Konosuke Jii = Benvolio
Megure = Prince Escalus
Tokyo = Verona
Cullen and Black are the vampire and werewolf, respectively, from Twilight. It seemed appropriate. I've never read Twilight though, so I don't actually know what I'm talking about.
Act II coming soon. As I mentioned in the summary, this was written for my other story, "The Memoires of a Detective." While this story can certainly be a standalone, you should definitely check out Memoires (shameless advertising =p)!
Hope you enjoy the read!