Chapter 1:
Tybalt took a sip of champagne, his eyes narrowing at the redhead sitting opposite of him with a mask upon his face. How dare this bastard crash the party in such a manner! Uttering such praises for Juliet…it wasn't as though that short, black idiot was any good to anyone. Raising an eyebrow, he watched as the redhead headed to Juliet.
Gently taking the raven-haired Juliet's hand, Romeo bore a smile upon his face, calling it the former's hand a shrine, which if he profaned by touching it, he was a blushing pilgrim, and would kiss it for atonement.
"Kiss my saintly hand, pilgrim and you die," Juliet snarled.
The fiery-haired Romeo grinned. "Have not saints lips, and pilgrims too?"
Snatching his hand away, the raven-haired Juliet released a growl. "Kiss me and you die."
"Not much for elegant words, are you, Juliet?"
A snort of contempt was Juliet's reply.
Watching the scene, Tybalt restrained himself, swearing that this vile Montague shall dearly pay for his intrusion into the Capulet's party. His hand stretched across the table to nab a second bottle of champagne, to the astonishment and horror of several guests.
Capulet poured Montague another glass of Spanish red wine. "Is the party to your taste, Montague?"
"Indeed it is."
It being midnight, Romeo with his companions departed. Hands in his pockets, his friend Mercutio threw the redhead a questioning look.
"Do you really like that guy, Romeo? He looks a little on the weird side to me!"
Romeo's lips curved into a smile. "He's all right."
Flinging his hands in exasperation, Mercutio grumbled. "Ke, you're hopeless!"
"Hn. Maybe." Raising a rose in his hand, Romeo tapped it reflectively against his chin, with a wide smile. "But you did seem taken by that pretty serving maid. That brunette…what was her name?"
Coughing violently, Romeo's friend delivered vehement denies much to the amusement of the fiery-haired man.