THE ANSWER: good old Marcucio (I know it is spelled wrong!) was Romeo's
best buddy who ended up getting killed 'cause Will (Shakespeare that is)
thought that he was taking over the story. I emailed the person who won but
she never responded back. I would never want to leave people waiting for
another chapter of any of my stories so I decided to dedicate the new
character to my friend, Steph who is the ultimate Shakespearian. If the
winner does contact me then I will repost this chapter with her info.
A sob coursed through his frail body. thinking about the past and just how happy he had been hurt as though he were getting stabbed in the heart by fate's cruel dagger. He hugged his knees closer to keep what little warmth he had left in his body.
"I'm going to freeze. . ." he looked once more at the window ". . . to death" he loosened his grip on his legs, waiting for death's hand to grip his soul.
Just a Novelty Toy
Chapter Two
Kurama walked into the class. Both Upton and Steph, another friend of his, were saving him a seat. He sat down with them and took out his notebook. This was his first day of his advanced placement class. This was also Upton and Steph's first AP class. He looked over both of them.
Upton had dark brown hair that sprouted haphazardly from what seemed like a gel hat. He had dark green eyes that even Kurama nearly envied. He was wearing a school uniform that was more than a little too big for him. Steph, meanwhile, had blond hair that had been died red some time ago so it still retained a small tinge of red in the middle of it.
He took a seat in-between them and took out his notebook. The teacher walked in and introduced herself. It was not long before they were handed out books that were guaranteed to give anyone back problems within a weeks time. He took one look in the book and wished that he had not. Every page was nearly overflowing with type small enough to warrant using an electron microscope to read. He read one paragraph and found that it was extremely confusing not to mention collage level. 'this is going to be one hell of a class!' he noted to himself. By the way that Steph and Upton were looking at him, they had also read the first paragraph. The teacher went into another room and came back with another book.
"To supplement your Palmer" she said as she hoisted up another pile of books which were about the size of large paperback books "You will have your Sherman"
'looks like fun, I would have preferred to stick with the big book on it's own, what did she call it again, oh yes, my Palmer' Kurama was near the point of having a nerves breakdown when she disappeared into the other room again. He was nearly reaching the state of a puddle when he saw her return with even more books. (what the hell is this? Humor? No, it isn't, it's truth. I swear it is the truth. I took this class so I know what he is going through)
"This is your last book, it is March of Folly by Barbara Tuckmen." She began handing out this paperback as she had done the last. Kurama was ready to scream when she disappeared once more.
'she said that that was the last one' he calmed himself 'that means that she can not be going to get another book'
She soon walked in with a great deal of paper in her hands. Everyone in the class suppressed a grown in the hopes that they had enough paper in their books and this new stack was not for them. To the student's great dismay, it was for them. One was a syllabus of their homework for the week, another was a vocabulary list that was two papers front and back, a list of important people for them to remember from the first chapter, and a great deal of other stuff. This was all about Rome which the teacher mentioned was not very important on the exam.
Without a moment to spare, she walked over to the blackboard and began writing facts about Rome which they were to copy. "Now" she began as she looked over them "I am sure that everyone here knows that in the middle ages books were copied by monks, right?" she looked around at a few nodding heads. "I just want you to know that I expect you to all be good little monks and copy everything that I write on the board down in a notebook."
Kurama looked up at the board in despair, he was positive that the fifth Harry Potter book, all 870 pages of it, looked like a children's picture book when compared to the massive amounts of facts that were written on the board.
Once every student was done copying what they could see, they moved to another seat to copy what was close to that one. The writing was far too small to read from the back of the room or from the other side. As soon as everyone returned to their seats the teacher started to lecture them about the importance of the facts that she had written on the board. She had apparently run out of ideas when she wheeled the overhead projector over. The entire class nearly cried as she put another page of notes on top of it.
'If all of these days are like this then I am going to need another notebook, not to mention a new hand'
the bell rang and saved some of the students from developing carpel tunnel syndrome but it was far too late to save many of the students. As they walked out the door the teacher began spouting off assignments like no one else could.
"Read the first three chapters of March of Folly tonight and the first one of Palmer. Do the front of the first page of vocab and the first thee people to remember!"
Something gave Kurama a very bad feeling about this but he dismissed it thinking that this would only be a one time occurrence. He walked into the auditorium and went over to the director. On the way he pulled out a script.
"What scenes are we practicing?"
"We are doing the Persian Good bye scene first."
"Alright, I'll start going over my lines with Steph and Upton" he looked down at the highlighted lines. He had gotten the role of Will Parker, Steph had gotten Ado Anne, and Upton had gotten Ali Hackem. Practice lasted until five o'clock and they studied when they were not needed. Will Parker was a large role as were the two others. They were not the main characters but they were still very important. (to fellow cast members: I don't know enough about any other play so I am witting about this one. And remember, Sean is hott!)
Once practice was finished they all headed home. Kurama gave Upton a ride because his house was on his way home and Steph was picked up by her parents. By the time that he got home and up to his room it was five thirty. He sighed and started to take out his math work, avoiding the history as long as possible. The math work was simple, as was the chemistry, and he soon found himself picking up Palmer. Hiei was still sitting on his lap, mostly asleep at this point. Kurama softly shook him to wake him up.
"Hiei, this book has really tiny writing, could you please get off my lap so that I can lean over it like a vulture looking at a carcass?"
Hiei mumbled something and got off Kurama's lap. He moved to the bed to watch Kurama do his work. Kurama had originally thought that Palmer would be his most confusing book but he was proven wrong the moment that he opened March of Folly. The first chapter covered the Trojan war but spend more time talking about which side the Greek gods were on and who eloped with who. Apparently Apollo sided with someone and Poseidon with the other side. Kurama could not help but to think it was stupid because it basically was talking about the Greek's imaginary friends.
He was not finished when he went down for supper. He brought Hiei some food and went back to his work. He stopped his work promptly at 9:00, just in time for his time with Hiei. Kurama watched the smaller demon's eyes light up when he put his book back in his bag. 'there is no way that she can actually expect us to do all of that, I'm sure that she wont punish me.'
Kurama went over to his huge stack of DVD's and started looking through them. He finally settled on 'Holes.' Hiei made no attempt to pay attention to the screen, instead looking for Kurama's attention. Hiei had fallen fast asleep by the end of the movie.
"You must have had some huge fight today" Kurama said softly as he stroked Hiei's back. "This is the second time that you have fallen asleep on me" he swore that he could almost hear Hiei purring and laughed a little. He maneuvered Hiei into bed and got changed. The moment that his head it the bed he was sound asleep. 'I suppose that I didn't realize just how tired I was until now" he yawned as he scooped Hiei up in his arms.
The tiny demon had given no indication that he had woken up when Kurama had moved him. He looked at him now, peaceful and content. That was how Hiei felt as well but for some reason he felt as though something bad was going to happen, something really bad. He dismissed these thoughts and tried to go back to sleep.
(~) Dream (~)
Hiei laid on a the floor of a cave. He recognized it as one that he had hidden in before when the person closest to him, almost a brother to him, had died. That was the last time that he had ever trusted someone that much. He had been killed in a horrid way that now replayed in Hiei's mind. He had been captured by guards and was tortured to death in the middle of the town. He managed to fight that image off but found that he was still in the cave. It was pouring cold rain outside but something caused him to go outside. There he saw himself and Kurama. He smiled at the image. In the world of rain they were the only sunny spot. He walked among them like a ghost, seeing the happiness in both of their faces. He watched then as Kurama began to pull away from the hug and then push Hiei away from him, out of the sun and into the rain. Kurama walked off as the rain pounded harder and harder. Both he and the other Hiei watched Kurama walk away until he disappeared into the dark rain. He watched the other Hiei sink to the muddy ground and cry out as tears streamed from his eyes. He watched the mud come up and grip his back, pulling him under it's brown surface.
Suddenly Hiei woke up with a start. It had all been a dream. There was no other Hiei in the room and Kurama was right next to him. His sudden movement had woken him up.
"What is wrong, love?" Kurama asked sleepily "another nightmare?"
Hiei nodded and snuggled up to Kurama closer than he had been before, shivering with fright at just the idea of Kurama leaving him. 'he wouldn't' he rationalized 'he loves me, he is the only one who loves me and he would never leave me, ever. He knows how much it would hurt me and Kurama does not like seeing people in pain' even his own thoughts could not shake the image of him on the muddy ground from his head.
Well, is that a little darker at the end? I think that this fic is kina like one of those lights that you can dim, it starts off bright and cheery but then gradually gets darker. If you still aren't getting your fill of dark stuff, just read the little things above the chapter, they are normally really dark. I mean, hell, this time the guy said that he was going to die and accepted it!
#2 another little contest: whoever tells me the name of the play gets to name the teacher!!! Don't you feel important now? This is my way of naming people because I am too lazy to come up with names myself. But this time do try and respond to me, I really do feel bad about someone getting the answer right but not getting the promised prize.
A sob coursed through his frail body. thinking about the past and just how happy he had been hurt as though he were getting stabbed in the heart by fate's cruel dagger. He hugged his knees closer to keep what little warmth he had left in his body.
"I'm going to freeze. . ." he looked once more at the window ". . . to death" he loosened his grip on his legs, waiting for death's hand to grip his soul.
Just a Novelty Toy
Chapter Two
Kurama walked into the class. Both Upton and Steph, another friend of his, were saving him a seat. He sat down with them and took out his notebook. This was his first day of his advanced placement class. This was also Upton and Steph's first AP class. He looked over both of them.
Upton had dark brown hair that sprouted haphazardly from what seemed like a gel hat. He had dark green eyes that even Kurama nearly envied. He was wearing a school uniform that was more than a little too big for him. Steph, meanwhile, had blond hair that had been died red some time ago so it still retained a small tinge of red in the middle of it.
He took a seat in-between them and took out his notebook. The teacher walked in and introduced herself. It was not long before they were handed out books that were guaranteed to give anyone back problems within a weeks time. He took one look in the book and wished that he had not. Every page was nearly overflowing with type small enough to warrant using an electron microscope to read. He read one paragraph and found that it was extremely confusing not to mention collage level. 'this is going to be one hell of a class!' he noted to himself. By the way that Steph and Upton were looking at him, they had also read the first paragraph. The teacher went into another room and came back with another book.
"To supplement your Palmer" she said as she hoisted up another pile of books which were about the size of large paperback books "You will have your Sherman"
'looks like fun, I would have preferred to stick with the big book on it's own, what did she call it again, oh yes, my Palmer' Kurama was near the point of having a nerves breakdown when she disappeared into the other room again. He was nearly reaching the state of a puddle when he saw her return with even more books. (what the hell is this? Humor? No, it isn't, it's truth. I swear it is the truth. I took this class so I know what he is going through)
"This is your last book, it is March of Folly by Barbara Tuckmen." She began handing out this paperback as she had done the last. Kurama was ready to scream when she disappeared once more.
'she said that that was the last one' he calmed himself 'that means that she can not be going to get another book'
She soon walked in with a great deal of paper in her hands. Everyone in the class suppressed a grown in the hopes that they had enough paper in their books and this new stack was not for them. To the student's great dismay, it was for them. One was a syllabus of their homework for the week, another was a vocabulary list that was two papers front and back, a list of important people for them to remember from the first chapter, and a great deal of other stuff. This was all about Rome which the teacher mentioned was not very important on the exam.
Without a moment to spare, she walked over to the blackboard and began writing facts about Rome which they were to copy. "Now" she began as she looked over them "I am sure that everyone here knows that in the middle ages books were copied by monks, right?" she looked around at a few nodding heads. "I just want you to know that I expect you to all be good little monks and copy everything that I write on the board down in a notebook."
Kurama looked up at the board in despair, he was positive that the fifth Harry Potter book, all 870 pages of it, looked like a children's picture book when compared to the massive amounts of facts that were written on the board.
Once every student was done copying what they could see, they moved to another seat to copy what was close to that one. The writing was far too small to read from the back of the room or from the other side. As soon as everyone returned to their seats the teacher started to lecture them about the importance of the facts that she had written on the board. She had apparently run out of ideas when she wheeled the overhead projector over. The entire class nearly cried as she put another page of notes on top of it.
'If all of these days are like this then I am going to need another notebook, not to mention a new hand'
the bell rang and saved some of the students from developing carpel tunnel syndrome but it was far too late to save many of the students. As they walked out the door the teacher began spouting off assignments like no one else could.
"Read the first three chapters of March of Folly tonight and the first one of Palmer. Do the front of the first page of vocab and the first thee people to remember!"
Something gave Kurama a very bad feeling about this but he dismissed it thinking that this would only be a one time occurrence. He walked into the auditorium and went over to the director. On the way he pulled out a script.
"What scenes are we practicing?"
"We are doing the Persian Good bye scene first."
"Alright, I'll start going over my lines with Steph and Upton" he looked down at the highlighted lines. He had gotten the role of Will Parker, Steph had gotten Ado Anne, and Upton had gotten Ali Hackem. Practice lasted until five o'clock and they studied when they were not needed. Will Parker was a large role as were the two others. They were not the main characters but they were still very important. (to fellow cast members: I don't know enough about any other play so I am witting about this one. And remember, Sean is hott!)
Once practice was finished they all headed home. Kurama gave Upton a ride because his house was on his way home and Steph was picked up by her parents. By the time that he got home and up to his room it was five thirty. He sighed and started to take out his math work, avoiding the history as long as possible. The math work was simple, as was the chemistry, and he soon found himself picking up Palmer. Hiei was still sitting on his lap, mostly asleep at this point. Kurama softly shook him to wake him up.
"Hiei, this book has really tiny writing, could you please get off my lap so that I can lean over it like a vulture looking at a carcass?"
Hiei mumbled something and got off Kurama's lap. He moved to the bed to watch Kurama do his work. Kurama had originally thought that Palmer would be his most confusing book but he was proven wrong the moment that he opened March of Folly. The first chapter covered the Trojan war but spend more time talking about which side the Greek gods were on and who eloped with who. Apparently Apollo sided with someone and Poseidon with the other side. Kurama could not help but to think it was stupid because it basically was talking about the Greek's imaginary friends.
He was not finished when he went down for supper. He brought Hiei some food and went back to his work. He stopped his work promptly at 9:00, just in time for his time with Hiei. Kurama watched the smaller demon's eyes light up when he put his book back in his bag. 'there is no way that she can actually expect us to do all of that, I'm sure that she wont punish me.'
Kurama went over to his huge stack of DVD's and started looking through them. He finally settled on 'Holes.' Hiei made no attempt to pay attention to the screen, instead looking for Kurama's attention. Hiei had fallen fast asleep by the end of the movie.
"You must have had some huge fight today" Kurama said softly as he stroked Hiei's back. "This is the second time that you have fallen asleep on me" he swore that he could almost hear Hiei purring and laughed a little. He maneuvered Hiei into bed and got changed. The moment that his head it the bed he was sound asleep. 'I suppose that I didn't realize just how tired I was until now" he yawned as he scooped Hiei up in his arms.
The tiny demon had given no indication that he had woken up when Kurama had moved him. He looked at him now, peaceful and content. That was how Hiei felt as well but for some reason he felt as though something bad was going to happen, something really bad. He dismissed these thoughts and tried to go back to sleep.
(~) Dream (~)
Hiei laid on a the floor of a cave. He recognized it as one that he had hidden in before when the person closest to him, almost a brother to him, had died. That was the last time that he had ever trusted someone that much. He had been killed in a horrid way that now replayed in Hiei's mind. He had been captured by guards and was tortured to death in the middle of the town. He managed to fight that image off but found that he was still in the cave. It was pouring cold rain outside but something caused him to go outside. There he saw himself and Kurama. He smiled at the image. In the world of rain they were the only sunny spot. He walked among them like a ghost, seeing the happiness in both of their faces. He watched then as Kurama began to pull away from the hug and then push Hiei away from him, out of the sun and into the rain. Kurama walked off as the rain pounded harder and harder. Both he and the other Hiei watched Kurama walk away until he disappeared into the dark rain. He watched the other Hiei sink to the muddy ground and cry out as tears streamed from his eyes. He watched the mud come up and grip his back, pulling him under it's brown surface.
Suddenly Hiei woke up with a start. It had all been a dream. There was no other Hiei in the room and Kurama was right next to him. His sudden movement had woken him up.
"What is wrong, love?" Kurama asked sleepily "another nightmare?"
Hiei nodded and snuggled up to Kurama closer than he had been before, shivering with fright at just the idea of Kurama leaving him. 'he wouldn't' he rationalized 'he loves me, he is the only one who loves me and he would never leave me, ever. He knows how much it would hurt me and Kurama does not like seeing people in pain' even his own thoughts could not shake the image of him on the muddy ground from his head.
Well, is that a little darker at the end? I think that this fic is kina like one of those lights that you can dim, it starts off bright and cheery but then gradually gets darker. If you still aren't getting your fill of dark stuff, just read the little things above the chapter, they are normally really dark. I mean, hell, this time the guy said that he was going to die and accepted it!
#2 another little contest: whoever tells me the name of the play gets to name the teacher!!! Don't you feel important now? This is my way of naming people because I am too lazy to come up with names myself. But this time do try and respond to me, I really do feel bad about someone getting the answer right but not getting the promised prize.