Aries: Here's your new chapter, I got it done early! YAY! Someone asked for some back story, so I try to give it, also if you like Durarara! I am doing a Izaya x Shizuo fanfic so if you're interested maybe you'll look! :) Have fun reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Romeo and Juliet"

Chapter 3: Benvolio's Secret

Flashback:

"Get up you little weakling! No one will help you even if you cry! You have to fight this battle alone and win! If you don't win then you are not fit to be my son! Get up you blonde brat! Get up and fight like a man." Those were the only type of words my father would speak to me as his 4 year old son coughed blood all over the new wooden floor of the dojo. He never once called me by my real name, not a single damn time in 22 years. I remember this day as easily as one remembers the sun burning your eyes. I remember this day clearly because I believe that this was the only time I realized that truly hated someone. No one else made me as furious or as angry as the face of my father.

Not a single damn person has ever made me mad except my father, not a single soul. On that day 18 years ago, my father had finally started to train me in one sport that I would forever hate because of him, martial arts. I was four years old at the time, and we had just began learning the basics of boxing. Me, being the naïve and excited blonde little boy I was, was completely joyous over doing something with my father. That is until I fought with another wealthy little boy my age.

His name had Lyon Willjoy, I remember the opposing boy very well because his hair was a deep blood red that shocked me. We had both been fighting, and the Willjoy boy had been getting in some punches.

"You damn little idiot! You're going to lose if you run away like a chicken! Get in there and punch him," I heard the loud yell of my father easily from the sidelines as I saw Lyon mouth to me 'sorry' as he punched me twice in the face. I could remember the beautiful silence that accompanied me as I passed out on the wooden floor. The moment I opened my eyes I heard a shriek of a woman piercing the air and suddenly I felt pain blossom in my face. I opened my eyes to see the man I hated smacking my face with his black gloved hands as if I was dirty thing he didn't want to touch with his bare hands.

"Do you know how much money I lost, because of you! You fucking little idiot!" At that moment I was lost, why was he hitting me? I didn't want to lose! He was very strong. I had started to cry on that day, and my mother had walked towards me with her arms out stretched. My father though would have none of that as he pushed my mother to the ground and we both had gasped at his actions. He had never once hit or pushed my mother, but it would not be the last. My father's brown hard eyes stared into mine as he grabbed me by the cheeks, making my lips pucker as I wriggled to get out of his harsh grip.

"You are going to win all of the money back you just lost me brat! I will make your life a living hell until the money is paid," he spat in my face angrily. " Daniel, you cannot expect him t-" "STAY OUT OF THIS ANNIE! THIS IS A MAN'S CONVERSATION, AND YOU SHALL NOT GET IN THE MIDDLE OF IT OR SO HELP ME," both of us cringed at the tone of his voice. This was not the man I loved or called father. This was a monster that I did not know. This man was vulgar, cruel and downright unloving. This was the moment I hated my father. It was truly hate for me, the moment my father had yelled at my mother, because the blood in my veins boiled in agitation, fear and blood lust. I wanted this man to just disappear, but that would not happen for another 11 years when I turned 15 years old.

My mother however left when I had been 8 years old, unable to take the abuse any longer. She had left me, her son, alone with the only man I hated in this world. When I was 16, I was taken by the Montague household to raise what was left of my school years. Over time I realized hate and fighting was not the answer, but I myself was a weapon. It was ironic, stopping a war from happening by fighting with guns, but it was all for naught. All we wanted to hear was silence and silence is darkness. In silence nothing lives, and nothing is dies. It was only darkness that swallowed the sounds of the living to reach the place of the dead. To me silence is a darkness, taking away the living and leaving the dead...The world was a cruel dark place..

"Son, take a drink with your old man. Tell me what it's been like living with my dear brother John!" Benvolio Montague's dull green eyes narrowed in anger at the floor of the white private Montague limo as he heard his father beside him, chuckling and being merry, at jokes only he would understand as he talked to another rich man and his very pretty daughter. It had been exactly around two weeks ago since his father had shown up suddenly without a word, to take the blonde Montague away on a surprise vacation to France. This did not sit well with the blonde at all considering their history together, but of course his father always got what he wanted, as usual. Over that period of time Benvolio had managed to not do two things the whole two weeks he was with his father.

Benvolio Montague had not smiled even once during his trip to the beautiful country of France or after, which the blonde loved the country, because it was so peaceful, bur not even the peace of France could make him smile when he was with the most violent man in his life. In fact, Benvolio hated the man so much, he should have just dropped him from the Eiffel Tower when he had had the chance. if he had not been with his father in France, he would've have been smiling and chattering about the beautiful art. The second thing Benvolio Montague achieved the whole trip was to not speak a word to his father directly or indirectly. He refused to speak to him at all.

No, it simply appalled Benvolio to be in the same room as the brunette man who raised him. Yet, the man refused to yield in trying to get the blonde to talk to him, like now. He had pestered the poor quiet Montague with questions and names he refused to answer to. As soon as the wo had gotten to Venice, Daniel Montague had arranged a match making session with one of the rich families in Venice. "Your son, Mr. Montague, would be a wonderful suitor for my daughter. She has been looking for such a man as you, Mr. Benvolio," to this statement Benvolio raised his eyes to look up at the girl of which they spoke of.

Her round white face was as soft looking as a silk banket as she was very pale looking, but she was very young indeed. Her pink dress complimented her youth as the fabrics were white lace, pinks and whites. Her outfit was like a china doll's pink lacy dress, perfectly made to compliment her ice blue eyes with the white fabric and lace. On her dainty feminine hands, she wore white gloves that shined in the moonlight of the night and as she smiled with pearly spectacular white straight teeth, Benvolio knew she was indeed a beautiful girl on the inside as much as the out. She was the best daughter to marry off, because she was so perfect looking and would make a wonderful wife, just not for Benvolio.

The girl's ice blue eyes blinked innocently at him as his green gaze held hers. The girl before him was a stunning lady indeed with hair as gold as Tybalt's eyes...Wait! Did I just think of Tybalt Capulet?! Why now of all time, but now that I think about it...Her hair was as golden as Tybalt's smoulderin- NO! Why did I have to fall in love with that cunning cat king Capulet! Benvolio's face flushed as he remembered that sensual lip-locking session he had with the King of Cats, and he put his flushed head in his hands. Remembering how the kiss even made Benvolio dizzy in the intensity and left him craving for more of that feeling, it was his first kiss no less!

"Son, what's the matter with you? Look, Mr. Lois, it seems like my son really likes your daughter! Hahahaha! No wonder you were so quiet, you were probably staring at her the whole time," Benvolio's father laughed heartily, making Benvolio cringe at the noise. The obnoxious laughter sounded like a dying whale in his opinion. Benvolio looked at the girl the same way he did with all woman, with a soft gaze which made the innocent blonde girl blush shyly at the blonde boy's attention towards her. "She couldn't be a day past 16 years old," Benvolio thought, but she must be older than that for her father to try and get her married. Benvolio couldn't believe he was going to break a young girl's heart and blow his secret to his father.

Benvolio was actually already planning to say it to him eventually so why not now in front of witnesses? Benvolio smiled sweetly and reached his hand over to the blonde girl to shake their hands in greeting. "Hello, I am sorry I haven't properly introduced myself to you. My name is Benvolio Montague." "Me too, I am terribly sorry as well. My name is Olivia Lois," Benvolio smiled and shook her hand lightly. "I am sorry to inform you all of this, but I am afraid I will have to refuse the marriage proposal, You really are a beautiful girl though, and you seem like a very smart young woman who will marry a great man, but I cannot be your husband," Benvolio said softly in apology, looking straight in her ice blue eyes, but she nodded almost immediately understanding his point.

Sadly, not everyone had the beautiful intelligence of Olivia as his father screamed at Benvolio with his face in visible rage, "Why on earth can you not marry her! She is the perfect br-" "I cannot marry her," Benvolio stated firmly, looking him in his brown boiling eyes that the blonde had not dared look in since he was a boy. "Why?" Daniel Montague practically gritted the question out through closed teeth, frustration easily heard in his voice. With this statement Benvolio Montague began to laugh madly as the car stopped at the Montague manor front. Miss Olivia only smiled sweetly with an all knowing smile on her face, while the two fathers looked st him bewilderment. Internally, Benvolio was wondered why he had fallen in love with Tybalt, moreover when had it started. With a grin on his face he told his father and the two Lois' in the car his secret with a relieved smile, "because I am in love with a man." There he had finally said it.

Tybalt's P.O.V. :

"I can't believe this!" Tybalt yelled disbelief in his car as he pulled up into the Montague's manor drive, Cars of all kinds were parked around in a long line, all the way to the manor, but he was stuck behind a white limo that moved slower than a snail. Then the "slow" limo stopped abruptly making Tybalt's foot jump to the brake instinctually, which had really saved his life as the two cars almost touched bumper to bender. Tybalt was about to honk the horn, until he saw the door to the limo swing open hard. He watched in surprise as two men in suits got out of the car. One being forced by the other. The one being forced to get out was none other than the elusive Benvolio Montague, who looked rather frightened at the moment, the other Montague however, Tybalt did not know.

All he noted about the other man was that he was very tall, and had brown chesnut colored hair that was slicked back in a business like fashion on his head, but all Tybalt could see at the moment was Benvolio. The blonde looked absolutely magnificent in a suit. Benvolio had on a perfect black suit that showed off his curves in all the right places, leaving the King of Cats aching to see what the suit hid underneath. Black pants hugged the blonde's hips with a wonderful view of his ass making Tybalt gulp hotly, but what drew Tybalt's attention the most was the blonde's hair.

It was slicked back the way that Tybalt's jet black hair always was, but somehow the blonde just made it look way more sexy than he ever could. The blonde's hairstyle made him look older and more dangerous, and Tybalt felt all the blood rush south in arousal. Something about the way the sexy blonde looked made Tybalt lick his dry lips nervously. It was too erotic for him to handle and Tybalt had seen many people in suits, but none of them made him feel as turned on Benvolio did.

The allure coming from the blonde was making him horny and frustrated again. It made Tybalt just want to get out of the car, rip all the clothes off the blonde and just stare at his body. He wanted to memorize everything about the blonde and his body, all the dips, scars, birthmarks, sweet spots, and contours of the blonde peace god, licking and sucking every inch of him there was to touch, and then he would pound Benvolio so hard he would be into the next week.

Tybalt shivered with some sadistic excitement, just thinking about Benvolio like this and that made him so aroused it was unbearable. The blonde was a virgin most likely, but he exuded so much erotic vibes from his lithe body. 'Holy Fuck! How in the world can wearing a suit make him so much sexier?' Tybalt couldn't agree more at the moment, because just seeing the blonde was making his heart do funny flips, and the raven groaned at the unfamiliar but welcomed warmth in his chest from seeing his Montague alive and well, in the flesh.

The unknown tall Montague seemed to drag Benvolio out of the car harshly, while Tybalt leaned forward to get a better look at the two. Whoever the man was that was with the blonde, was now shouting at him loudly. Tybalt could not hear a word of the conversation over the motor, but he stopped the car and rolled down the window to hear the men in front of him speak. "...I...I HAVE NO WORDS TO SAY TO YOU OUTSIDE!," Benvolio yelled as he grabbed the limo in an attempt to stay in it longer. Tybalt's eyes widened as Benvolio yelled at the man. He had never heard the blonde raise his voice that loudly in his life.

The man who Benvolio yelled at was very tall as Tybalt thought before, and the man also had a muscly build as he forcibly dragged Benvolio back out of the white limo doorway. "You've become a pussy while I was gone son! What has happened to you!You used to love fighting like your old man, and you always loved a fight! Now you won't even talk to me and you're in love with a man," his father growled as he threw the blonde on the grass beside him hard, and Benvolio visibly cringed at the impact. Tybalt got out of the car in alarm and saw the Montague's face flushed red looking like he was about to cry, as he shouted loudly again, "GO TO HELL OLD MAN!"

Tybalt's heart ached in sadness, and writhed in agony as he watched Benvolio's face contort to shame as he had heard the man's hurtful words. The King of Cats wanted to help Benvolio, but there was no antidote to poisonous words. Tybalt knew that feeling all too well when a loved one wouldn't accept your sexuality, rejection was all you feel. It was like a knife wound that burned when salt was rubbed in it, and the more someone said about you, the more salt that was rubbed deeper into the profusely bleeding wound.

Tybalt watched as Benvolio stood up from the grass field beneath him with a very dark expression that made the raven frightened to move from his place. Those beautiful Class A emerald eyes turned very poisonous dull dark grey green as they clouded with something Tybalt was very all too familiar with, hate. The raven gazed at Benvolio the peacemaker with shock, and wondered how far would the old man go before the blonde angel turned into a demon before their eyes, because he never had thought the blonde could be angry, ever. If this went on much longer this could be a dangerous situation.

"I taught you everything! I taught you about fighting like a man, and you used to be so good at martial arts too! We fought everyday, but I send you to this town with my brother for 4 years and you've become so girly that now even you love a man! Who is this guy that changed the way you think abou-," "Shut up," the blonde silenced as he then continued to speak, "What would you know of love?! THE ONLY WOMAN WHO LOVED YOU IS GONE AND YOU DROVE HER AWAY!". The blonde's fists were clenching in anger, and Tybalt strode towards the two swiftly, hoping the old man would shut up, but he just kept going after Benvolio relentlessly with venomous eyes.

"I haven't even met the guy you like and I hate him! I will never accept this! The man you love will never be apart of this famil-" "Excuse me, I'm sorry to intrude, but I would like to speak with Benvolio Montague. It is a very urgent matter, Mr. uh..," Tybalt asked in a german accent, hoping to get a name to put on his must destroy list. Benvolio's father looked at Tybalt with angry coffee brown eyes for an uncomfortable moment, and eventually replied, "Montague, Mr. Montague. I'm sorry,but I am speaking to my son at the mo-" "Mr. King, what are you doing here," Tybalt looked down at Benvolio as the blonde spoke to him, but for only a moment.

Tybalt understood Benvolio's plight as the green eyes pleaded that he play along. "Oh, I am just here to talk to you about what I found out earlier today that might interest you," Tybalt lied smoothly. "Really," the blonde replied with excitement, but looked over at his angry father with calm calculating cruel green eyes, "I'm sorry for the intrusion, father. This is my friend, Mr. King. He is my business partner for opening the new restaurant that I have planned, so you really do have to excuse my salutations for a later time, Business comes first as we say," and with that Benvolio asked about several different restaurant oriented questions as he walked away with Tybalt answering the question with relevant facts. Once Tybalt rounded the corner with the blonde, he spoke again.

"There is a restaurant with a great venue that we are considering renting out. Let's go and check it out, because it would mean so much if I got your approval, partner~," Tybalt said with a deep lust filled growl of his voice as his fingers slid up the back of Benvolio's neck, which invoked a shiver from the younger man. It was needless to say that Tybalt was horny, and if he didn't have sex today, he was going to do something to make the blonde squirm as punishment for disappearing.

To his surprise though, Benvolio slid into the seat without a word of protest, but Tybalt was not complaining after all, he didn't have to try and find Benvolio's window anymore. He walked to the other side of the car and got in the driver seat while Benvolio rode shotgun, beside him. Tybalt and Benvolio both looked over at the other at the same time, which made them both look away as an awkward silence enveloped the car. They were still in the parking lot, and Tybalt wasn't moving anywhere until they knew where they were going, because it was a waste of gas.

"You look very nice...," Tybalt's head whipped over at Benvolio as the blonde face exploded after speaking. The green eyes were staring at him, ALL of him, but Benvolio's face turned more red as continued, "in casual wear I mean..," "Well thank you, I was here actually planning to fulfill my promise from last time we met when I came upon the scene between you and your father," Benvolio's face looked confused but then he suddenly he must have remembered the promise as his eyes widened and said, "You were going to sneak into the mansion?! That's practically suicidal! They would catch you in a minute!" "That was the plan anyway, but I found you so it was worth the risk. I'll just fulfill the promise another time. Maybe when there is not a massive party going on, and you're all asleep. Then, I'll drag you home with me and enjoy, but tonight let's go eat since I talked about restaurants and now I am hungry. Particularly out of Venice, How about you," Tybalt asked, looking over the blonde.

"I would like that. Thank you from saving me...I'm sorry you had to hear all that between me and him," said the blonde. "...I just know how it feels. It really is worse than any punch you can receive," the raven said barely missing the blonde's look of shock. "You've come out to your parents before," asked Benvolio in disbelief. Tybalt looked at Benvolio with a sigh, and a pitiful smile, and said something he had never said to another soul, "Yeah, but technically it was my aunt and uncle I came out to since My parents were already dead, it when I was 15 years old. My uncle took it better than my aunt, but they both eventually got over it seeing as how I wouldn't change...Now let's go get something to eat, I'm hungry." Benvolio laughed at Tybalt's one track mind and smiled as Tybalt started the car quickly, which made Tybalt smile too. It was something he had been longing to do ever since he had heard the blonde's laugh, and now he could do it freely.

"Sadly that's not the situation I was have, because..." the blonde went silent as Tybalt looked over at the blonde who now looked out the window. Tybalt couldn't see his face as he heard a few words he had never heard the blonde speak, said with a bone chilling voice, "I hate him. Everything about him I hate. I can't remember if I ever loved him to begin with." Benvolio continued as Tybalt watched the sexy blonde become almost devious as he smiled a sick hate filled grin as he continued ranting, "I hate the way he laughs! I hate the way he talks, and always gets his way! I hate the way he hurts people!..." The raven saw the blonde in tears as he cried in his seat, but he still spoke softly as sobs dropped from his lips, "I hate the way he hit my mother! I hate the way he made her work! I hate the way he made her cry.."It was then that Tybalt's ears strained to hear Benvolio's last whisper, "I hate the way he hit me.."

Tybalt couldn't even react as the blonde wrapped his arms around him, crying deeply in his chest. Tybalt froze at the action, but slowly he returned the embrace. The raven haired man hugged Benvolio in a strong hug as he heard and felt the trembles wreaking havoc on the blonde. All Tybalt could hear was a mantra that Benvolio spoke into his chest over and over, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Tybalt held Benvolio tightly stroking his gelled soft hair and whispering into his ear sweet nothings to soothe the blonde. Eventually Benvolio stopped crying and chanting his mantra, and reluctantly let go of Tybalt muttering a "sorry", only to be drawn back into another embrace.

Benvolio blushed and stuttered in shock, "T-Tybalt?" Tybalt heard Benvolio speak, but chose to ignore it for now, sniffing deep into the blonde's lucious locks of hair, slightly nuzzling his hair and ears. He heard Benvolio gasp at the action, and Tybalt smiled as the scent of Benvolio's perfect hair wafted to his nose. He loved intoxicating smell of Benvolio's hair, the scent was like a tropical fruit basket. Tybalt then found Benvolio's ears too tempting not to nibble at.

"Wa-ait," Benvolio tried to say, but they were replaced with a low moan as Tybalt bit his ear then licked at the spot apologetically. The feeling was overwhelming Benvolio as he grasped Tybalt's sweater trying to grip it firmly, but his grip loosened as Tybalt stopped abruptly. Tybalt then said something Benvolio would remember forever, "It's not your fault. Nothing's your fault, so stop apologizing."

He then hugged Benvolio tightly only to be grudgingly loosen the embrace a moment later. "Do you like seafood?" Benvolio looked at Tybalt and nodded, then watched as Tybalt lips widened in a perfect smile that the blonde's heart skip a beat, "Alright then," Tybalt said, "I know a great place on the outskirts of Venice, if you like seafood you'll fall in love with the place."


Hope you guys liked the back story of Benvolio. I know the last 2 paragraphs were bad! XD I had two perfect last paragraphs and I hadn't saved it, because I was just gonna do some spell check and bam! The spell check crashes my open office, and then I realized I didn't save it! I just rolled on the floor for ten minutes like, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! No WAY! WHYYYYYYYYY?!" Yeah... You get the picture and as I told you the spell check crashed me so if you see misspelled words you know why. I am sorry for grammer loving people who are just like, "Why is the word not spelled right?" I hoped the spelling wasn't too unbearable, i hope the spell check works next time :)

~Aries