Chapter 4:
Friar Lawrence knelt by the altar, praying quietly. Candles lit the dark altar in front of him, a picture of the Lord lay propped up against the wall. Hands clasped before him, he uttered his words of reverence to God.
"I pray for wealth, women and worship from the lower beings who aren't me."
A soft whisper sounded beside him. "And I pray for your health, dear Friar."
"Ebiru Yoyo!"
Somersaulting away from the pews he was kneeling upon, the little Friar blasted out toy-like yoyos at the speaker with rapid speed.
Plants wrapped round the speaker's hand and grew out, swiping the yoyos away easily. Friar Lawrence growled, "Who are you?"
The fiery-haired Romeo turned to give the young Friar a smile.
"Gods, Romeo, can't you make some noise? You scared the wits out of me!" Clutching his hands behind his head, Friar Lawrence bobbed alongside the redhead.
Romeo looked down at the little boy, who began fidgeting with the cap upon his head at the former's scrutinizing gaze. "Forgive me, Friar, I'll try to next time."
"So uh…" the young Friar hopped through the broken stain glass window and into his shabby office. "Do you need my help in something? Or did you just come over to begin your daily complaints of Rosaline's disdainful treatment to you?"
Raising a velvet eyebrow, Romeo pulled up an old chair with a squeak and settled down on it. "Rosaline? The young pale lady in a light blue kimono at the party? I believe Paris was more taken to her than I could ever be."
~flashback~
While Romeo spoke to the cold Juliet, the latter's suitor happily ignored them, chugging down bottles and bottles of champagne. Capulet flashed a look of pain as his most expensive and preserved vodka was finished in a matter of seconds. Just as the brunette Paris reached out towards the cans of beer displayed on the table, Lady Montague smacked his hand sharply with the fork in her hand. Yelping, Juliet's uncouth suitor fell off his chair.
"What was that for?!"
Blowing a circle of smoke round the indignant Paris's face, Montague's wife tut-tutted. "Behave yourself, boy."
Before Paris could say another word, a beautiful young lady peered down at him, her blue eyes filled with concern.
"Are you all right, Paris san?"
It was love at first sight. On Paris's end, that is. Grasping the lady's hand, he gave vent to a scream of delight.
"Rosaline chaaaaan! I've always loved y-"
The brunette collapsed to the floor with a gurgle while Lady Montague stood over him, a cracked bottle in her hand. Lady Rosaline backed away quietly.
Romeo, meanwhile, observed everything at the corner of his eye.
Friar Lawrence laid his star-decorated cheek upon his hand, rolling his eyes. "I thought Paris liked that Juliet guy. Boy are you guys screwed up. That's why I don't understand big people. So many problems."
The fiery-haired man gave a polite cough.
Flicking his wrist at Romeo, the little Friar sighed. "I won't interrupt again. Please go on."
Romeo nodded. "Please join Juliet and I in marriage, Friar. That is all I request of you."
The little dark-haired boy straightened up, his eyes wide. "What? Aren't your feudal families still warring with each other?"
Smiling, the redhead shook his head.
"Do you have Juliet's consent?"
An image of a scowling Juliet popped up in Romeo's head, his third eye flaring brightly.
Marry me and you die.
Romeo bore a smile upon his face as he gave his answer. "Why yes, I do."
Juliet sneezed violently, before rapidly ducking into a corner, narrowly avoiding being seen by his father. A string of curses ran through the teen's head.
Still clutching a grumbling nurse over his shoulder, Lord Capulet's hazel brown eyes roved round the corridor. All that met his eyes were shadows against the walls. With a shrug, he proceeded down the area.
Swiftly and stealthily, Juliet shot after his brunette father, his eyes glinting.