Hello my readers. I was a little late on the chapter. Gomenasai. This chapter ends ACT 1. you will see a few changes with Hikaru and Kaoru now, making the story all the more interesting.
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I stood straight again to meet her gaze. Suki suddenly came to mind, her face taking shape instead of Misa's.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" I asked.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer," she replied. Her voice lowered half an octave, mirroring Suki's tone of voice. What is going on?
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"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," she said.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." I torn through the space between us and placed a light kiss on her lips. When I pulled back, Misa was no longer there. Suki was once again Juliet.
As she should be.
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(Kaoru P.O.V Last scene of ACT 1)
Everything was still, everyone was waiting for the scene to begin. Hikaru only a few paces from me, Misa near the front by Capulet. Then the light flashed on, momentarily blinding me from what was happening on stage. When my vision cleared, Hikaru was a even closer, staring at Misa. Misa was standing by Paris, the one she was to marry. I turned my attention to a "party-goer" and pretended to be in a conversation with her while I waited for Hikaru to give my cue.
Hikaru stepped past us and near a serving man. "What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?" he asked him, nodding towards Misa.
"I know not, sir."
"O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!" Hikaru grabbed the serving man's shoulder to grab his attention and staring at Misa. "It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand." He released the man, who quickly walked away from him. Hikaru didn't seem to notice, to absorbed in looking at 'Juliet'. "Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
That was my cue. I looked towards Hikaru and spoke, "This, by his voice, should be a Montague." I looked at the Page near me. "Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave come hither, covered with an antic face, to fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin." Capulet seemed to see my anger, stopping the page and coming to me.
"Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?" he asked. I pointed at Romeo with disgust.
"Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe, a villain that is hither come in spite, to scorn at our solemnity this night."
"Young Romeo is it?"
"'Tis he, that villain Romeo," I replied, nearly spitting out his name. Capulet chuckled heartily and laid a hand on my shoulder.
"Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; he bears him like a portly gentleman; and, to say truth, Verona brags of him to be a virtuous and well-governed youth. I would not for the wealth of all the town here in my house do him disparagement. Therefore be patient, take no note of him. It is my will, the which if thou respect, show a fair presence and put off these frowns, and ill-beseeming semblance for a feast," he said with a warm smile. I gawked at him, shocked that he would say such a thing.
"It fits, when such a villain is a guest. I'll not endure him," I said, feeling my temper get the better of me. Capulet's smile disappeared.
"He shall be endured. I say, he shall. Go to; am I the master here, or you? Go to. You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul! You'll make a mutiny among my guests! You will set cock-a-hoop! You'll be the man!"
"Why, uncle, 'tis a shame," I sighed.
"Go to, go to; you are a saucy boy: is it so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what. You must contrary me! You are a princox; go: Be quiet, or I'll make you quiet," he nearly growled, walking away in a huff. I scowled at his back.
"Patience perforce with willful choler meeting makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall." with that I walked out of the hall without a second word. When I left the hall, I found myself in a darkened area. I blinked and remembered where I was. I was backstage, and the page was patting me on the back. I turned at stared back at the people on stage. It was like a daze, I didn't even remember going that deep into character before, to where I was Tybalt himself.
(Hikaru P.O.V.)
Misa had finally made her way to a pillar to wait for me to start my lines. I walked up behind the pillar and casually came to stand a pace or tow behind her. I grabbed her hand gently. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Misa quickly turned to look at me, taking a step or two back, while I went two steps forward. I kissed her hand softly before looking up at her.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," she said staring down at me. I stood straight again to meet her gaze. Suki suddenly came to mind, her face taking shape instead of Misa's.
"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?" I asked.
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer," she replied. Her voice lowered half an octave, mirroring Suki's tone of voice. What is going on?
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." I continued to follow script and leaned forward slightly, but she answered by leaning away to keep the distance between us.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake," she said.
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged." I torn through the space between us and placed a light kiss on her lips. When I pulled back, Misa was no longer there. Suki was once again Juliet.
As she should be.
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," she said almost teasingly.
"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." I stepped close again and kissed her again.
"You kiss by the book," Suki said. I smiled at this.
Then the Nurse came over and tapped Suki on the shoulder. When she turned away to face the Nurse, the illusion shattered and Misa stood in front of me again. "Madam, your mother craves a word with you." Misa nodded and walked towards Lady Capulet. I shook myself from the confusion and focused on the play.
"What is her mother?" I asked after stopping the Nurse from walking away.
"Marry, bachelor, her mother is the lady of the house, and a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the chinks."
I looked back to Misa in shock. "Is she a Capulet? O dear account! My life is my foe's debt."
(Misa P.O.V. )
As Hikaru began to walk off stage, I pondered for a second the play of emotions that were on his face during that scene. At first he was just acting, it wasn't very real in his features, but it slowly changed. His eyes showed it first. They had brightened and he seemed to relax. Then there was the smile; that cocky smile that he only gave to Suki when she had said something sarcastic to him. He never gave that face to me.
"Come hither, nurse," I said, refocusing on the play. "What's he that now, the one that would not dance?"
"His name is Romeo, and a Montague; the only son of your great enemy," the Nurse replied.
"My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy."
"What's this? what's this?"
"A rhyme I learned even now of one I danced withal," I said sadly.
"Come, let's away malady; the strangers all are gone," Nurse said, leading me towards the exit. The lights then went out, ending Act 1.
