S: Here's chapter two!!!
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He drew out his rapier and lunged at the stunned Tybalt who raised his sword instinctively to wad off the blow. The reassuring clash of metal against metal was not heard as Mercutio's sword swept through Tybalt's like air and proceeded to cut through Tybalt's unresisting flesh as if it was air as well. Tybalt stood unharmed, slightly shocked, but unharmed. They both stood suddenly still, silence hung heavy between them.
Mercutio cleared his throat as a young boy ran through him an apple clutched in his hand.
"Well that wasn't as much fun as I though it would be."
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ETERNITY Chapter 1"I'm dead." Tybalt stared at Mercutio with sudden realization "WITH YOU!" Mercutio nodded slowly and Tybalt's voice took on a slight hysterical tone.
"Am I to be stuck with you for the rest of eternity?!"
"I'm not sure." Mercutio shrugged " I think we're stuck in a half existence until we find the reason we are here." Tybalt glared at him in disgust.
"Well obviously!"
"I meant we might have to fulfill our purpose in life, like ghosts." Mercutio reasoned and Tybalt turned away to glare at the heavens.
"I'd rather be sent straight to the seventh gates of Hell." He cried at the offending sky,
"Then be stuck in this half existence with him!!!"
"Well, I'm not incredibly pleased either." Mercutio growled feeling a little stung by the others words. Tybalt glared at him.
"Maybe this is hell!" He turned on his heel and stalked away. Mercutio watched after him, he definitely liked him better alive, or at least talking to the sky. He sat down to wait, for Tybalt, for a sign, for anything.
He had been to the walls of Verona, nothing but impenetrable clouds of grey and white, swirled in mists and Tybalt didn't fancy seeing if he could get through them. Not that he didn't try, but he couldn't seem to get past an invisible barrier keeping him in the walls of the city. He decided to return to Mercutio to report his findings, the other man probably knew nothing of the conditions outside the city, as he was not one of the most intelligent people who would check to see the possibilities of this new plane. Though the other man did have an interesting outlook on things and would definitely have a different perspective on this situation.
He neared Mercutio silent as the cats he was named after, he pulled out his rapier and fiddled with it, he tossed it once and caught it, drawing closer to the seated dirty blonde haired man. The seated man turned suddenly and gave him a grin.
"I knew you couldn't resist my charms." Tybalt growled 'how he wished to remove that grin,' he lunged forward sword sliding through Mercutio's heart. The other man raised an eyebrow speculatingly.
"Now, now, I thought we were over that." Tybalt shrugged removing his sword point from the others chest.
"We are surrounded."
"Come again?" Mercutio looked up at him confusion evident in his eyes.
"We can not leave the city walls, we are surrounded by impenetrable mists. I advice you to stay on your half of the city and I will stay on my half until we are allowed to leave."
"Or what" Mercutio grinned up at him. "You'll kill me?" Tybalt growled and stalked off muttering curses under his breath. 'Not only was he the only one here with him but he couldn't have the joy of killing him; although' he smirked 'He was the reason Mercutio was stuck here in the first place. He had already killed him once.'
Mercutio stood and jogged after Tybalt. He didn't want to be alone. He may act as if he seemed to lack a seriousness about him, and was fond of using his large mouth, which often seemed to get him into trouble, but he hated being alone with his thoughts. He always used company to drown out the thoughts, drown out the memories and the worthlessness…
"You weren't serious were you?!" he grabbed Tybalt by the sleeve to stop him. The older man turned sharply to face Mercutio, his face inches away as he used his extra height to tower intimidatingly over Mercutio. Mercutio grumbled under his breath, 'use a mans shortness against him,' He wasn't exactly short, he stood over many women's heads but most men were half a head taller than him, or as Tybalt stood, more than a head taller.
"I was serious, now kindly unhand me so I may …" Mercutio panicked, he didn't want to be alone. 'Think! Mercutio think. Why had his quick wits abandoned him?'
"But what if we have to work together to figure out a way to get out of here! Why else would we both be here?" Mercutio sighed in relief as the words rushed out of his mouth stumbling over each other; he couldn't brush him off now. He blushed as Tybalt regarded him, his onyx eyes studying him carefully.
"And here I thought you had chased after me because you were afraid to be alone." He smirked and Mercutio let go of his sleeve as if it had burnt him, a sneer crossing his face.
"Me, afraid of being alone?!" Mercutio laughed, the laugh was hollow in his ears and Tybalt frowned. "So …" he quickly changed the subject from himself back to the previous question "what do you think?"
The silence that followed made Mercutio nervous, he began fidgeting not wanting to look into Tybalt's eyes in case he saw rejection, in case his theory was rejected and he had to spend the rest of his days alone. He smirked inwardly at himself, he felt like a young maid asking for a dance and fearing rejection. The smirked was dropped and his fidgeting ceased as a hand clutched his shoulder.
"…Mercutio?…" Mercutio snapped out of his thoughts and looked up hopeful "We will work on this theory of yours, but we will be staying at my quarters." Mercutio nodded relief flooding him.
Tybalt watched the emotions dance across the other mans eyes, not as surprised by the relief shown there, as he should have been. He had been watching Mercutio for a while and had realised the man was never alone, or went back to his empty quarters staggering with the amount alcohol he had consumed.
The hazel eyes were quickly veiled with distaste and a hint of mischievousness under Tybalt's scrutinizing glare
"Don't think just because I agree to your quarters means you can get me into your bed King of Cats. I've heard all about you and your… dislike for young maids." Mercutio sneered, baiting the other man. How he loved to torment the other man. Though he had heard the rumours of Tybalt's sexual preference he had never actually believed them, Tybalt was too straight laced to even consider dabbling in the same sex, although he always did have his tights a little too tight… probably to entertain the ladies, his inner voice reasoned.
"You have been researching my bedding habits?" Tybalt smirked "Now, Mercutio, listening to old wives gossip when you could have come to ask me myself. I would have gladly shown you myself." Mercutio's sneer had dropped at those words and his eyes had widened considerably. Tybalt laughed harshly at the other mans look and started making his way to his quarters.
"Wether, I dislike maids, is not of anyone's business, only mine, and definitely not old gossipers."
"But do you?" Mercutio said before he could stop himself, running to catch up. He had the decency to blush when Tybalt threw a glance over his shoulder at him.
"Why so curious? Wether or not I do, let your worries rest. I do not bed curs." Tybalt smirked and turned a corner, which Mercutio knew to be as Montague territory; he didn't retort to the other mans quip as his eyes flickered nervously at the living who wondered around. They seemed fainter than before but before Mercutio could study them closer the turned another corner and he had to jog to catch up to Tybalt as he strode down an alley which opened up to a small clearing surrounded by the town walls with a large garden and a house in the centre of it.
"We are here."
S: Well there it is, the second chapter! I'm not sure if I'll put in the reason for Mercutio's angst as being alone, but why not eh? I'm not really sure what's going to happen in this story apart from Mercutio/Tybalt slash.
Hope you enjoyed it!
Please please please review… do I sound desperate or what 0