AH HELL, I promised myself I wasn't going to do this before I updated on the One-Shots and on Dark Resolution .!! But well, as I'm made of contradictions, here it goes xD! Enjoy :D
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SiningStar's
"Romeo Milo and Camus Juliet"
Chapter 1: Juliet
Camus was looking at the Scorpion's temple, a small breeze passing by his hair, making the vibrant red locks swing with the wind. His helmet rested under his arms, his thoughts trailing back to the recent events that his life had gone through. He had recently arrived from Siberia and had gotten a warm welcome from his best friend, Milo. Although he wished and expected something like that coming from the other Gold Saint the thing he didn't expect was that Time hadn't been nearly as generous with the Scorpio as he had been with Aquarius. The man had grown to become, literally speaking, an Apollo. His tan body irradiated the shine and work he had been through the years of trainment, his golden locks were now longer and wavier than ever and his sky blue eyes dared Zeus himself to be deeper.
Yes, the only thing that Camus didn't expect was to find him even more desirable than ever. Didn't all of those years in Siberia lock those feelings away? Camus thought they'd disappear, a child's crush he'd say, but wasn't he still a child? He had spent all of his life training and still he was only 20 year old, he had barely become legally an adult. Yes, his mind was trained to work as a chess player: foresee all possible moves and win the game before it has even begun. Yes, he was strong: even though his body didn't show much, his precision was amongst the best, if not the best within the Saints, Specters, Angels, God Warriors… But did he know anything about love? He knew he loved Hyoga and Isaac as his children, he knew he loved his never appearing goddess, Athena. He knew he loved his friends and, of course, Milo was amongst them. (Un)Fortunately, the feeling he nurtured for Milo was sweeter and greater than any feeling towards any other friend he had. Camus had an idea of what it was, still a bit stunned, from the books he had read. Was it really true? He couldn't, could he?
"I guess I'm still not fully an adult… Not until I understand what is wrong with me." – He returned to his temple and confined himself until the servants brought him dinner. He quickly ate and went to the remains of the library the last Aquarius saint had left. He thankfully thanked him, whoever he was, and grabbed a book he had been reading "Romeo and Juliet". He was finding it a bit tragic but wanted to know what happened to the protagonists, drama and death wasn't going to keep the Aquarius Saint away from his objective. – "And what is my current objective? Oh… now I'm talking to myself eh? Siberia really changed me, one way or the other."
The book talked about the impossible love between Romeo and Juliet who were the heirs of two Italian rival families: Capulet and Montague. Juliet and Romeo met at a ball and fall in love, not knowing that they were born into rival families and the stories revolves around the troubles they meet along the construction of their love.
Camus loved the story, the ups and downs of those two in love souls were captivating him, but unfortunately he was very tired.
--Romeo, oh Romeo--
Camus was currently sowing a piece of cloth, in a green dress, his hair arranged in an exquisite way. He hears something.
…He jests at scars that never felt a wound…
He gets up, recognizing the voice, happiness exploding inside of him. He goes to the window and sees… Milo in very different outfits.
-"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!"
-"Ay me!" – Camus thought it was very strange but his words flew out of his mouth. He also found it strange that Milo was calling him a 'her', but it was fun seeing him talk and dress like that.
-"She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air."
-"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Camus was suspecting all this; he wasn't being able to call Milo 'Milo'. He heard him whisper something to himself, but continued talking.
-" 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself."
-"I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo."
Camus and Milo were sharing passionate and selfless vows until Camus heard someone's voice coming from inside.
-"I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again."
Hewent inside quickly and saw Aphrodite dressed in an odd clothing and asked him to wait a bit more, he had to say goodbye to Milo.
…O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial…
He entered the balcony once again and saw Milo still standing under it.
"Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world."
…Madam!...
-"I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
I do beseech thee—"
… Madam!...
-"By and by, I come:--
To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
To-morrow will I send."
"So thrive my soul—"
"A thousand times good night!"
Camus enters once again and tries to make Aphrodite help him buy some time.
…A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks…
Camus goes back to the window, enchanted by Milo's words, and sees him walking away and tries to call his attention.
-"Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of my Romeo's name."
-"It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!"
-"Romeo!"
-"My dear?"
He calls him once again and Milo looks with such passionate eyes Camus blushed slightly and yearned he was with his 'Romeo' at that moment.
-"At what o'clock to-morrow
Shall I send to thee?"
-"At the hour of nine."
-"I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back."
-"Let me stand here till thou remember it."
-"I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remembering how I love thy company."
-"And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this."
-"'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty."
-"would I were thy bird."
-"Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! parting is such
sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow."
He threw a kiss and went inside, his heart racing and feeling crushed for saying goodbye. He wanted to be near Milo again, talk to him. Before Camus felt him go away, he heard his vows of a good night and wished him good luck.
…Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell…
...Juliet, oh Juliet...
Camus woke up abruptly, the book falling to the floor. He was panting slightly, his heart racing. He looked at the floor, still a bit stunned and picked up the book, placing it on top of a table nearby. – What was that?
-Dreaming about Shakespeare?
Aquarius felt a different Cosmos inside the room and got up, standing in a fighting position. – Who are you? – He saw a distortion in front of him and a man in front of him appeared. Camus could swear he was a twin brother, but the green hair was very different from his red and the glasses that adorned the strange but familiar face didn't exist in the French's. – I'm… Someone who had the same problem as you.
-You're a…Ghost?
The man's expression didn't change, but he did start walking around the library, as if he had been there before, lived there. – You could say I am, but that is not what brought me here, Camus of Aquarius. I am here to help you.
Camus straightened up and relaxed a bit, the figure seemed harmless. – Help me? What in heavens for? – The man chuckled slightly and looked at him. The stranger approached him and put his hand against Camus' chest, right on the place where his heart was. – With this. – Camus expression hardened. – What do you mean by that? I do not need help for that. – He turned away and started leaving the figure.
-I was also in love with a Scorpio Saint. Do you understand now?
Camus stopped, slightly shocked and turned his dull expression showing nothing of the turmoil inside of him. – And? You couldn't possibly be saying I li…
-No, you don't like him. You love him. That is why I am here to help you.
-And how are you going to do that, eh?
-I will tell you my story. – And with that the figure literally entered Camus' body and the French saw glimpses of the Golden Armour of Aquarius and the guy who had just 'entered' him. The sunset with someone looked like Milo, (except for the hair) the warmth moment the figure felt when seeing Milo's 'twin'. Then moments where Milo's twin would fall to the floor in agony, grabbing his chest. The stranger would quickly get to him and start freezing him slightly; he felt the worry of the man looked like him.
He saw the stars and seemed to understand their meaning; he saw the library he had been in, in a more conserved state.
…Dégel…
He turned around and saw Milo's copy.
…Kardia…
The flashback ended when the figure was again in front of him.
-You're… You're the previous Aquarius Saint!
-Yes, I am… But, currently, that is not the centre of the issue. What I meant to tell is that the man I loved had a terminal decease, heart problems, and I was assigned to help him with his pain. With time, I learned to like him as a friend and more after as a lover. Although I couldn't see him dye, I could not tell him either that I loved him from the bottom of my heart. Don't make the same mistake I did, or prepare to receive the wrath of hell when you dye. I'll be waiting Camus of Aquarius.
The figure started vanishing in front of Camus and he tried to grab it. – WAIT! Why are you helping me? Why do you think it'll be alright even if I say it?
As the figure turned to dust, its last words before vanishing completely were: - Because the stars do.
Camus was shocked, now more than ever. What a night! First existential thoughts about what he felt towards Milo, then a strange dream about Romeo Milo and Juliet Camus and now an ancient Aquarius Gold Saint visiting him, showing him memories and blatantly tell him to 'confess' to Milo! How weirder could it possibly get?
-You alright Camus?
Needless to say he was a bit frightened by Milo's sudden outburst. It would be the cumulus if he had screamed, but he just quickly turned around, panting a bit. – M-Milo! Wha-what are you doing here?
The blond Greek looked weirdly at the French and blinked a few times before answering. – Your cosmos was completely out of control, it was freezing things in MY house! I came here to check out what was happening and you were talking to nothing but air. What happened?
-Why do you assume something happened?
Milo's sarcastic gaze pierced Camus and he blessed everything he could think of for being dark. – For you, a Saint that attacks with precision, to loose your control and freeze things in my house, SOMETHING must've happened. You don't do it for fun.
Camus sighed and, exhausted, let himself fall to the chair and grab his head, massaging his temples and fore coming a headache. Milo slowly made his way to him and knelt in front of him. – What happened Camus? Are you alright?
-Milo… Am I going crazy?! – 'Yes because if I saw the apparition of the last Aquarius Saint and was possessed by it and Milo didn't then… Wait. Something's not right.'
-Milo… How long had you been standing there?
To Be Continued...
Part 2 :D
Act2, Scene 2: Capulet's orchard – Romeo and Juliet