The Dance
*_* Ah, I was so bored before writing this. Do any of you guys like any specific pairings in other universes other than R&J? I'm mostly an anime person, but I love Shakespeare. I need more to write, but I only know what I want to write, not what the world wants. But, you know, I suppose the whole point on is to write what you want, and see if other people want it! It still makes me sad looking at the zero reviews on my other usernames... D: *_*
Tybalt nodded at Mercutio sarcastically. "Well, peace be with you, sir!" When you spend enough time with these rivals, you understand how movements can be so utterly sarcastic. "Here comes my man."
Mercutio growled, "But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'"
Tybalt, in ignorance to Mercutio, confronted poor, beloved Romeo. "Romeo!" He exclaimed, "The hate I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villan."
Romeo did not look to me or Mercutio, but seemed to beg Tybalt in a most un-Romeo way. "Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting:" He said, and reached his hand out to the Capulet. "Villain am I none! Therefore farewell." He said, as Tybalt did not talk his hand. He nodded in his direction. "I see thou know'st me not."
"Boy!" Tybalt said, grippind Romeo's attention towards him again. "This shall not excuse the injury thou hast done me!" He put his hand on his sword. "Therefore, turn and draw."
I should've stopped this. Oh, god, or whatever divine being dost live in the skies the grounds or the airs, if only time turned back and I'd acted as a Benevolio should have. It would solve everything. But, nay, I'd been a fool, I'd been bad. Time dost not turn back for the unwise.
"I do protest, I never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise," Romeo exclaimed, and put his hand up surrendering. Mercutio got even angrier at this line begging for peace. Tybalt then removed his hand from his sword, faking peace, then pushed Romeo backwards. Romeo stammered to retain balance, saying: "Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: and so, good Capulet,-" Tybalt pushed Romeo to the ground, and Romeo reached his hand to guard his goddamn pretty little face, and continued. "Which name I tender as dearly as my own,-be satisfied." And Tybalt kicked Romeo in the stomach. Mercutio roared a curse that not I could understand, and unsheather his sword, jumping in front of who he loved.
"Calm, dishonorable, vile submission!" He screamed. "Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"
Tybalt took a step back, feigning innocence. "What woulds't thou have with me?"
Mercutio screamed, in a fit of anger, hatred, and all things Verona, "Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight! Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out!"
"I am for you." Tybalt stated, drawing his own sword.
Romeo exclaimed, standing, "Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up."
"Come, sir, your passado." Mercutio said, motioning Tybalt to slash first.
Tybalt threw his sword out, only to be blocked expertly by Mercutio. I tried to close my eyes, but couldn't. I couldn't really move. It all happened in fast forward motion, swords flashing, blood splattering, and then grunting. It was ugly. Horrible. Horrible.
Romeo scream out for them to stop, even begged for me to help, but I couldn't. Some invisible voice held him to his spot, only to let him writhe away. I, differently, had a thousand little swords being jutted into my skin at once. He wasn't free, but I couldn't move. I only felt pain. I was aware of my entire body, but it was new. Not my body. Not someone else's. I was in an invisble iron maiden, and the forces of nature disallowed me to move. I wanted to help, dearly did I. Peace vs. me. Benvolio vs...Benvolio. No! I was peaceful. Oh, god, no...
Romeo threw himself guarding Mercutio who had been thrown to the ground. Tybalt moved back. Mercutio didn't get back up, and Romeo moved toward Tybalt. He was free of his chains, so why not I?
"I am hurt." Mercutio said. I wished I'd understood sooner. He looked to Romeo then to Tybalt, but not to me. Why not to me? "A plague o'er both your houses!" He exclaimed to the two of them, Tybalt is utter fear. He looked as though he'd glimpsed at a death unknown to everyone. A demon... He ran. He just ran away, he bloodied sword with him. "I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?" Mercutio said. Don't ask for that horrid man, my love, ask for me. Oh, please ask for me.
"What..." I stammered. "Art thou hurt?" What I fool I was.
"Ay, ay...a scratch, a scratch." Mercutio looked at his side, and then to the sky. "Marry...tis enough." Then he whispered, so I could barely hear him, "Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon!"
"Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much." Romeo said. No! It is! Oh, go back. He's dying, save him, think him true!
"No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world." He said, and then looked back to Romeo. "A plague o' both your houses!" He said, and pointed to the direction Tybalt fled. "'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat," he gasped, "to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!" Do not speak of that horrid man. He's terrible. He'll be dead, don't worry of him! Then he spoke to Romeo, yet still not to me. "Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm."
Romeo sputtered in zero understanding. "I th-thought all for the best."
Mercutio fell to his knees and screamed in pain. "Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint." I ran to him, that beautiful man, that god among humans, that diamond among mud. "A plague 'o both your houses! They have made wormsmeat of me! I'll have it; and soundly too: you're houses!" He cursed, and I used all the weight that I didn't have to carry him into the church. I looked into his eyes, but they had already closed, tired for the eternal rest that waited to come.
"Mercutio, don't leave me. Oh, please, don't." I said, not able to form words. "Mercutio, I love you. I love you so much it hurts when I'm not with you. Don't leave me forever, oh please don't."
"Romeo..." He said, gasping. He still breathed, he needed to say words, last words. "I love you, Romeo..." He said. At first, I didn't understand. Now I do. He thought I was that perfect person. My cousin. "But...end this. End this! A plague o' both your fucking houses..." He said, and fell limp in my arms.
I did not fell tears falling down my face. I didn't feel them. I wish for them. I wanted to cry, I wanted him! My Mercutio! That...cat, that villain, that monster killed my Mercutio. But he wasn't mine. Romeo, you evil...You.
I rose to my feet.
I ran out to meet him. I screamed at him, my voice in shambles. "Romeo!" I said louder, not even looking at him. "Romeo!...Brave Mercutio is dead."
Romeo said something but I didn't hear him. I hated him. I hated everyone. I hate Romeo, I hate Rosaline, I hate Mercutio, I hate myself, and I hate... "Here's comes that furious Tybalt back again."
Romeo screamed words, words I didn't care to recognize. Mercutio was gone. Swords began to smash against one another, moved I didn't care to recognize. Mercutio was gone. Yelps of pain were audible, but I did not care to register them. Mercutio was gone. He left me. He left Romeo. He left this world. He left Verona.
I only realized where I was when a body fell right next to me. Romeo—No, Tybalt. His face was in a permanent state of turmoil, and a sword was thrown up into his chest. He smelled like blood. Romeo stood above him, his hands red with blood. He stared at those hands dyed. He didn't look at those two people he killed, but his own bloody hands.
I screamed at him. I wanted that bastard gone. "Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, if thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!"
"I am fortune's fool!" He yelled to me.
"Why dost thou stay?" I said, and slapped him across the face. His hand rose to his cheek, but he ran. Run, you bastard, run. And never come back
Someone ran up to me, and idiot, and yelled "Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?"
"There lies that Tybalt." I told the fool, fire in my voice I cared not hide.
"Up, sir, go with me. I charge thee in the Prince's name!" Another fool screamed.
No, I didn't want to deal with these people. Not when everyone...everything betrayed me. I hate them. I hate them all.
Prince fucking Escalus and his stupid crew of power-hungry whorish Montagues and Capulets pranced out onto that damn city square in this horrid city. Like they had not a car in the world, the fools. Everyone is a fool. No one understands! I don't understand!
"Where are the vile beginners of this fray?" He screamed, not angry in the least, but kingly and royal, and seemingly above our foolish antics. I hate it. I hate them.
"O noble prince," I said, sarcasm dripping from my broken voice, "I can discover all the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: there lies the man," I said, pointing my fingers—Ah, now I remember, all the pointing of fingers here! "slain by young Romeo, that slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio."
That damn bitch, the Lady of the Capulet house, probably related to Rosaline, ran out to Tybalt and made him seem like some type of martyr. "Tybalt, my cousin, Oh, my brother's child! O, prince!" She said, gasping, "O, cousin, Oh husband, the blood is spilt 'o my dear kinsman." Then she looked at that horrid princely prince. "Prince, as thou art true, has blood of ours shed blood of Montague?" Then for dramatic effect, she added, "Oh cousin, oh, cousin!"
The prince in all his damn glory and...and he...well, now I can't quite remember why I hated him...said, "Benvolio! Who began this bloody fray?"
"Tybalt! Here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair," I said, mocking Romeo's "love" of the man. "Bade him bethink how nice the quarrel was, and urged withal your high displeasure: all this uttered with gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, could not take truce with the unruly spleen of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts with piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast," I said, gasping for breath, for words, for recollections of the scene that I'd cared so much for, yet hadn't seen right. "Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, and, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats cold death aside, and with the other sends it back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, 'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue, his agile arm beats down their fatal points, and 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm an envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; but by and by comes back to Romeo, who had but newly entertain'd revenge, and to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly." I said, trying to think of the scene. They all were horrible, yet greater than I, who did nothing. Then I screamed, wishing for it to happen: "This is the truth, or let Benvolio die!"
Lady Montague in all her evilness, convinced not that Tybalt was as hated as the rest, said, trying to act royal like the Prince, "He's a kinsman to Montague, affection makes him false!" I scoffed at this. Me, affection? Never. I am filled of hatred. I've no affection given nor returned to these monsters! "I beg for justice!" She said. How incredibly fake it was! "Which, thou, Prince, must give! Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live." Let him die! I'll do it by my own hand if I have to! Then kill me! Aye, that's the way it must go. End the cycle...
"Romeo slew Tybalt, he slew Mercutio, who now the price of this dear blood doth owe?" The Prince asked the crowd. No...should Romeo die? That ruiner of all? Should he be thrown from this life? No, it was me...it was all me, who didn't act...
"Not Romeo, Prince!" I screamed. "He was Mercutio's friend." And not mine. "His fault concludes, but what the law should end: The life of Tybalt!"
"And for that offence, immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, my blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; but I'll amerce you with so strong a fine that you shall all repent the loss of mine: I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will: mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill."
And they all left. They took those cursed bodies and left. I, otherwise, stayed on that street.
I'd done nothing. I fought not! So why was I so tired. Oh, I could sleep forever.
Romeo...banished?
Why not I? Why always Romeo and never I?
Romeo, you've been given the world. The world is yours, and you've escaped this hell called Verona.
*_* Why the hell is Benvolio so calm? It pisses me off. Even if he was sobbing here it would be hard to write. Gnah! This got sorta long...I think. I'm not sure. The story will be ending sorta soon, but look forward to next chapters. There will be more deaths! DEATH. Oh, wow, that was even awkward to type. I'm reading a really good Durarara! ShizuoxIzaya fanfic right now, and somehow their hatred mixed with love is acting in there. Anime...Since I don't think I've brought it up, for a R&J fan, there's a hilarious anime called Romeo x Juliet. It's all futuristic, and if I may say so myself, Tybalt is hot and asian. Go Tybalt! I wanted to write more for you. Okay, just to make you people talk...Do you think Tybalt wears reading glasses? He so does. It works so well! Okay, anyway... Seeya next time. You think I should update faster? I should, but all my chapters are all feely feely 'cause most of the dialogue was already written. Ew feely feely. How do I write so much here, but so little up there? ARGNAH. *_*
