rCHAPTER THIRTEEN

A/N- am so sorry for being late. have a test at my tuitions on Wednesday, school starting on Thursday, and we shall be forced to study like HELL, and we have school on Saturdays here so chapters may take time to come. And now my dad is taking this laptop to his room before going to sleep, which is at nine o'clock, and nine to ten is my writing time!!!! And if you're wondering, yeah, I can't tie my tie either (we wear a tie to school, part of the uniform). My mom does it for me…and yells at me for being unable to tie a simple tie. The Cassius in this chapter is a version of myself, except that I'm not too fond of coke. But if I was, I wouldn't be any different from him. Anyway, review…

Cassius

Cassius sipped his coke. Yes, coke at a big posh fancy restaurant. It was the only thing he drank apart from water and coffee and always insisted that he get a straw. Coke was incomplete without straws. He had drunk seven glasses of coke already and his stomach was feeling rather gassy. And he also wanted to burp.

'What do you want for the main course,' Titinius asked, watching Caius blowing bubbles into his coke before drinking it.

Something expensive, said the voice at the back of Caius' head. Like he was going to listen to it. He was going to have what he wanted.

'Chocolate,' he said without a second thought.

'Chocolate?'

Chocolate? the evil conscience tauntingly repeated

'Yeah,' said Caius, 'chocolate.'

'You might want to look at the menu,' Titinius said.

'WHA-,' Caius' eyes opened wide to the size of footballs in horror as he snatched the menu card from Titinius' hand, 'don't they have chocolate on it?'

'Um,' said Titinius, 'they have chocolate ice cream, but that's not exactly a meal.'

'Yeah,' said Caius sadly and called the waiter saying, 'Mr. Waiter guy, what do you have in chocolate?'

The waiter thought for a moment and finally said,' well we have rich dark chocolate cake, we have-,'

'I want the cake, and the biggest one,' said Caius.

'It's rather big,' said the waiter, 'it's for about, well, a very big party. And it can fill all of them. But you can get it packed, of course. By the way, sir, happy birthday.'

'Thank you,' said Caius happily, even though it was October and his birthday was far away.

'So,' Titinius asked, 'are you having the cake?'

Caius nodded happily, 'cake for me and for Titinius, ask him.'

Titinius ordered some dish with a long complicated name that Caius couldn't really register in his mind. Not that he cared, of course…with all that chocolate to look forward to. Mmmmmmmmm….. (A/N- I so NEED chocolate now…am dying…need-chocolate-need-chocolate-need-chocolate. Yes people, I am a chocoholic.)

Titinius and Caius talked about stupid, useless things like whether the sun rose in the east or the west (hehe. Remember act II scene I?) till the food came in.

Before the waiter could offer to cut the cake, Caius had already taken a big fat spoon and was eating the cake in a very pathetic, but hungry manner. There was chocolate all over his face, which had broken into a very very very big smile.

The waiter tried to smile politely at Titinius , who was staring at Caius, spellbound, thinking about how cute he was.

The waiter placed Titinius' dish on the table; it was some weird salad looking like thingy which had noodle-like things on top of it. Neither Caius nor Titinius knew what exactly it was, but it tasted alright, so Titinius ate it.

'You know,' said Caius between muffled bites, 'I so love this.'

How Titinius still thought that all this was cute, god knows, but he did. Caius was the most ADORABLE person he had ever seen, even if he kept his house so ultra-messy, ate chocolate like there was nothing else in the world that he cared about and slept forever unless woken.

The entire chocolate cake had been finished within five minutes and Caius was carelessly doodling with his spoon as Titinius tried hard to take his gaze off him.

'Why do you stare so Titinius?' Caius finally asked.

'You ate fast,' Titinius said and then quickly added, 'but in a good way, of course.'

'I like chocolate,' said Caius, 'I would DIE for chocolate.' (A/N- I know, how stupid, but I would die for chocolate too)

'That's,' cute, thought Titinius, 'nice to know.'

Titinius then took another bite of his salad thingy with a fork, chewing slowly and carefully. This seemed to annoy Caius who said, 'I want dessert.'

Titinius stared at him in disbelief. He hadn't believed that anybody would have been able to eat that entire cake even within period of one month, let alone want dessert after that.

'Oh,' Caius noticed, 'you're still eating.'

Titinius nodded, 'yeah, well, the food just got here.'

'I suppose,' said Caius, 'I need the loo,'

'Go then,' said Titinius, and that was exactly what Caius did.

He walked leisurely to the loo, looking around happily at everyone until…

How does the man stand you?

You had said that you would go…

Yeah, well, I'm back. Say "hi."

BYE!!!!

So, as I was saying.

Titinius can stand me because he loves me.

Like you love Bru? Noooo, you love Bru more…

He loves me more.

Whatever.

Mommy's temper coming up…

Okay, okay, I'm going…

GOODBYE!!!!!!

Caius wiped the sweat of his forehead…what was his conscience's problem anyway? Why wasn't it going?

He walked slowly to the loo. What if his stupid conscience forced him into admitting his love…no…his supposed love for Brutus, and he just spat it out, like the idiot that he was. How would Titinius feel?

No, his conscience couldn't make him say something he didn't want to say. Especially a big fat lie…why would he love Brutus? It was a thing of the past…it was over. Over. There was nothing to feel guilty about. He did like Titinius, and maybe their relationship would work out. Maybe…

Maybe Brutus…no, he shouldn't think of that. TITINIUS…

He walked into the loo and splashed some water all over his face. He had a habit of doing that every five minutes despite his other habit of having a bath once a month, and only when his hair got too oily. He then stretched his arms and yawned very widely as the door opened to let Julius Caesar walk in. Caius watched him come in and at once yelled, 'what on earth are you doing here, Mr. Tyranny?'

Mr. Tyranny shrugged and said, 'I kinda needed to pee.' He then narrowed his eyes and said, 'and what are you doing here, oh very nice person?'

'Same thing you wanted to do, Mr. stupid sarcastic person,' Caius snapped.

'You really hate me, don't you?' said Caesar.

'You're really stupid, aren't you?' Caius fired back, 'asking questions with such obvious answers. Of course I hate you.'

'Well,' Caesar wondered what to say, 'I hate you more.'

'I am sure our hate for each other is of the same amount:-a lot. At least I hate you for a reason, a decent reason, that you hate me. Your reason to hate me is stupid, really,' said Caius, who then mimicked a high-pitched girl's voice, 'oooooh no, I'm so scareeeeeeeeed, Caius has bad hair!!!! He can't sleep! He has no taste in music-he doesn't even listen to music!!!! Oh the horror!!!! And I can even swim better than you…'

'So what if you can swim-,'

'What do you mean by that? All world leaders should know how to swim!!!'

'Oh, yeah? Swimming competition tomorrow, you up to it?'

'I can beat you in a swimming completion blindfolded.'

'We'll see how true that is.'

'Okay, but not tomorrow, next week.'

'Whenever…but I'll beat you this time. I'm world leader and I can freakin' swim!'

'You're not world leader anymore,' Caius said, 'and swimming…lets hope you can swim now…'

'I can and I will.'

'We'll see about that.'

'Um-Cassius.'

'What is it Tyranny?' Caius said in what he thought was his loudest and scariest voice.

'I really need to pee.'

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Brutus' POV (if you haven't figured it out already, I absolutely adored the fight scene. Can't stop writing about it.)

I can see him so clearly, tears streaming down his blue eyes. The tears seem to sparkle as if they have sunlight falling on them, even though we are alone in the tent. I am almost scared to death went I see that dagger in his hands.

Don't do it! I think I've already lost Portia, I can't lose you…you're everything to me…

But he doesn't kill himself. He asks me to do it instead. I can see the love shining through his eyes, piercing my skin and penetrating through my weak my body. I can sense the pain lying beneath your broken heart…

Kill me…

It's too painful to listen to the rest of his tactless words. He really thinks I hate him…how can he? After all that happened between as, how can he do this, we're about to lose…the war, our lives. I was hoping that our love would still be strong, because that's the one sole thing that keeps my heart beating. I am not scaredof death, I'm scared of losing Cassius.

I'm scared. I'm afraid.

If you are true Roman, kill me.

If it involves killing you, I am not a true Roman. I am not anything, anything without you in my life.

Sheathe your dagger. The words come out of my mouth before I realize it, perhaps more harsh than I had intended them to be. I cannot help it. Portia is dead.

Portia is dead. I tell him what's bothering me. He seems to understand. He says that he loves me. I say that I forgive him, for being so upset. There is a connection between our souls…we don't, and yet so well, so perfectly understand each other. He drinks in the name of my love and I stare at him, spell bounded.

I wake up, wiping the sweat off my forehead….

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Fairy Goddmother's POV

Portia is so going to be grateful to me. I thought I'd help her out 'cause she is Caius' bestest bestest friend.

'Don't know what to do at the meeting,' I kindly say.

She nods.

'Then I know just what to do.'