CHAPTER, UM….I LOST COUNT.

A/N- guess who's back….me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am a kid and have trouble writing kissing scenes, especially for two people of the same sex, since most people here believe that homosexuality is wrong, so I want nice long reviews for my efforts…I know my poetry sucks, but practice makes perfect so I'll try and try and try…thus chapter is about what is everybody up to People from JC, now…especially Titinius (OMIGAAAAAAAAAWD!!! TITINIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!)…read on…and REVIEW…

Caius Cassius blinked stupidly, pushing the hair from his eyes. Sure, the hairdo did look good on him, but his eyes…his precious eyes…

Marcus Brutus liked the look on Cassius and the way he was blinking. He felt the connection and still didn't know that he was in love with him. Was he brainless, or what?

Portia didn't know what to tell her audience. She was superman and didn't even that, let alone know what to tell her audience.

Caesar was sitting on his chair. What is that skinny, bad-haired, insomniac Cassius up to now? Cassius had great hair, of course, but what did Julius Caesar know about fashion?

Antony was thinking about all the dishes.

Octavius was wondering why everyone kept calling him "kid" (especially Antony), when everyone was of the same age in heaven. And he was Julius Caesar's uncle in history, why was he his nephew now? Why, why, why?

Lepidus was scratching his head. Damn all that dandruff!

Cicero rather liked being young, it felt good. But he had died his sexy dirty blond hair and had "silvery hairs" now; they helped him maintain his dignity. He also had some fake wrinkles on his face that were made out of cello-tape and glue.

Casca was taking out slices of pizza from the lunch-box he had in his bag…pizza. Mmmmmmm…………….

The soothsayer was sharing Casca's pizza.

Metullus Cimber, Trebonius and Decius Brutus were discussing Roman politics very seriously and were comparing it to heaven's (not really heaven, but whatever it was-where they are right now, that is).

Lucius, unlike everybody else, who had grown younger, had grown older. Silvery-blond hair fell midway down his back. He even carried a walking stick and used it to hit people. His son, Draco Malfoy, wasn't too happy about this fact.

Pindarius was lying under his chair, hoping that Cassius would neither remember nor notice him, because if he did, he would probably force him to serve him again. Like there weren't better things to do…

The cobbler and the carpenter were playing Barbie-barbie with Flavius and Marullus. 'No, make her wear the pink dress,' said Marullus.

'But she's getting married,' the cobbler said with eyes wide open in pure-shock, 'White.'

'What will Ken think?' asked Flavius happily. Barbie was getting married! How exciting!

'Oooooooooooh, Ken and Barbie are so pretty,' the carpenter sighed and other "plebeians" 'ooooh'ed and 'aaah'ed happily at sight of the beautiful wedding.

The guards and attendants were playing hop-scotch.

Brutus' servants (excluding Lucius MALFOY) and officers were discussing the latest episode of "Kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi" (A/N-the most pathetic soap in India, even though everyone watches it.If I translate this into English, it means "Because the mother-in-law was also the daughter-in-law once. Man, it does sound funny translated into English. Tulsi killed her saas, that is, her mother-in-law, because she asked her to in this really pathetic way. Hahaha.)

The stupid poet who "rhymed vilely" and liked to bug Brutus and Cassius while the fought in tents was chewing on his gum happily, wondering what was happening and what exactly he was doing here.

Messala and Artemidorous were playing hide and seek and were always hiding under the same chair and finding each other with no apparent effort while all the senators sighed with disgust on looking at them.

Voluminus, Lucilius and young Cato were drinking coke and seeing who could make the biggest bubbles in their drink.

Titinius wasn't with anybody; he was sitting alone, all by himself, thinking, with his light green eyes fixed solely upon Caius Cassius.

"Why didst thou send me forth, brave Cassius?

Did I not meet thy friends, and did not they

Put on my brows this wreath of victory,

And bid me give it thee? Did thou not hear their

Shouts?

Alas, thou has misconstructed everything.

But hold thee, take this garland on thy brow;

Thy Brutus bid me I give it thee, and I

Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,

And see how I have regarded Caius Casssius.

By your leave, gods. This is a Roman's part:

Come, Cassius' sword, and find Titinius' heart."

He bit his lower lip nervously, he did want to go and talk to Cassius, something he had avoided for a long long time.

Cassius needed the loo, and went, and came out. But as he was coming out-

'Hey,'

'Titinius?' Caius breathed.

'Yeah,' said Titinius, 'been a long time, hasn't it?'

Caius nodded. Titinius, here? Well, he had to be. What was Caius thinking?

'Yeah, yeah,' said Caius. What should he say, what could he say? There was nothing to say.

'So, what's with you nowdays?' Titinius asked tensely.

'Me?' Caius asked, 'Well, I'm just here…I feel so stupid after what I did!' How embarrassing! How can I just blurt out my feelings like that?

'I would've done the same,' Titinius said, and paused, giving Caius a chance to notice him. Dark but blondish hair, falling straight onto his shoulder, sparkling green eyes, a narrow body structure…he did look different, and in a better way.

'If I had died?' asked Caius.

'You had died,' said Titinius, 'Suicide.'

'Yea-yeah,' what could Caius say? He did feel stupid, very stupid. He had gone and killed himself when he thought that all, including his Titinius, was lost, when it was, in fact, the opposite.

'I mean, like if you had gone,' said Titinius, 'and I thought that you were dead, I would…you know.'

'Then why stay away for so long?'

'Why did you stay away?'

'I-I don't know,' said Caius.

'I mean, I saw you here right now,' said Titinius, 'and I realized how much I was missing.'

'You missed me?'

Titinius didn't have words for what he felt; he just nodded.

'Um, er,' said Caius. He couldn't make his eyes meet Titinius'. The only reason Titinius had died was that Caius had died, and Caius had died out of his own stupidity.

'Caius,' said Titinius, 'I don't know what to say.'

'Neither-neither do I,'

'I mean, I thought these feelings would go away if I didn't ever see you, but they won't Caius, they won't.'

'Titinius?'

'Yes?'

'You're serious aren't you?'

Titinius nodded, 'I love you Caius Cassius.'

Caius didn't know why, but he smiled. He didn't even know that he was smiling, it just happened, all by itself.

And the next thing he knew was that he had his arms around Titinius and that they were kissing. It happened naturally, and turned from slow and tender to more passionate and loving. It felt so right, to both Caius and Titinius. They stood there holding each other and kissing. (A/N- don't mean to spoil the moment but ewwwwwwwwwwww…..) Cassius had his hands on Titinius' neck and the back of his head…on his soft silky hair…and Titinius' hands were around Cassius' waist. Seconds passed, minutes passed and slowly the kiss became more than right, it became perfect. They had never felt so complete. ..

'Titinius,' gasped Caius, as the kiss ended. Their arms were still around each other.

'Yeah?'

'I don't know what to say…'

'Say you love me.'

'What?'

Titinius grinned stupidly, 'Ca-,'. But just then there was a knock on the door which opened quickly.

'I do hope I wasn't disturbing you,' said the voice which had opened the door. He hadn't noticed what was happening…yet.

It was Brutus. (A/N-DUN ! DUN! DUN!)

'Hey Mark,' said Titinius happily, unable to keep his hands of Caius.

'We-ere y-ouu?' Brutus managed to stammer after realizing what was happening. What is he doing to my Cassius? Get your hands off him!

'Yeah,' said Titinius casually.

'Cassius?' Brutus said, 'you were?'

Cassius felt his mouth dry up rapidly. What on earth had he done? There is nothing between me and Bru, why should I feel bad. At least I won't feel bad about Portia now.

'I was,' said Caius. Get your hands of me Titinius!

'Oh,' said Brutus simply. He was learning modern English seeing how Portia had finally decided to buy him a book on how to speak properly.

'Yeah,' said Caius, 'Erm, Bru.'

'Yeah?' the word "yeah" sounded weird coming out of Brutus' mouth, and had he said it any other time, Caius would be rolling on the floor, laughing. But now wasn't the time.

It isn't your fault, Caius told himself, he has Portia, you have Titinius. It's fair. Why should you feel guilty? It's not like you and Bru are a couple. You're not hurting Portia anymore, your friendship is safe. You did the right thing. Plus, Titinius is the right guy for you. He's so pretty. He loves you. He so loves you. What more do you want. Bru will never be able to love you, Bru loves Portia. If you want happiness, love and your best friend, you'll have to go for it. That kiss wasn't too bad, it's the best you've ever had. Bru could NEVER kiss you the way Titinius just did…so flawless…so perfect. Titinius loves you. Love, Cassius, love…do you even KNOW what love is?

Marcus Brutus, DUH! replied another part of Caius' brain casually.

No…Caius fought back, Titinius. Love is what Titinius feels for you.

And I presume you feel the same for him?

I don't know.

Hehe.

Shut up! Oh, god, I'm fighting with myself…

Yeah, well, you started it.

No, you did.

Did not.

Did to.

Did not.

Did to.

Did not.

Wait, I forgot which side I was on.

You were the one insisting that you were in love with that stupid Titinius, when you clearly aren't.

Hey! Titinius is not stupid. And he's my boyfriend now.

HAHA! You're gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

I AM NOT!!!! Wait-no, I am.

I win.

No you don't-which side was I on again?

You're the one who THINKS that he's in love with Tity.

Oh yea-DON'T CALL HIM TITY!!!!

I CAN AND I WILL…there comes mom's temper again. Must do more yoga. It helps.

But we don't do yoga.

Start then.

Okay-but don't call him Tity.

TITY! TITY! TITY TITY TITYYYYYYYYYY!

SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Has Mommy has possessed you, Tity lover?

He is not Tity, he is Titanius. Tit-tan-ee-us.

Tity in short...

Noo…

'Cass?' Titinius asked, snapping the fingers of his free hand (as the other was around Caius' waist), in front of Caius' face, 'You even there?'

'Wha-er, yeah, I am,' came the reply, 'where'd Bru go?'

'He just left. You seemed to be in a daze, half-asleep.'

'Oh,' said Caius, throwing Titinius what he thought was his most seductive, but was actually his most stupid-looking smile.

'So,' said Titinius, 'what now?'

Caius shrugged, 'no idea.'

'I could take you out…' Titinius suggested.

'Like on a date?' date. How nice.

'What else?' asked Titanius.

'I dunnoooooooooooooooo,' Caius was trying really hard to look sexy.

'Hmmmmmmmm,' said Titinius.

'So, date?' Caius confirmed.

'Yeah, Saturday night. I'll pick you up and we'll decide where to go.'

'At eight?' asked Caius. Eight o' clock, Saturday night. How typical.

'Eight it is,' said Titinius.

'Let's go back to the meeting now,' said Caius, 'or Portia'll freak out.'

'Yeah, c'mon.' Titinius started to move, 'what's keepin' you?'

'Can't move much when your arms are so tight around me, Titinius' Caius grinned.

'Oh, sorry,' Titinius blushed, 'and you can call me Tity.'

Cassius groaned, as the voice at the back of his head said, haha. I win. You lose.

You can't always win.

Watch me.