Parody of: A Midsummer Nights Dream, by: William Shakespeare
Characters in the Story:
Lysander- Heero
Hermia- Relena
Demetrius- Quatre
Helena- Dorothy
Oberon- Milliardo
Titania- Noin
Puck- Duo
Fairy- Hilde
Theseus- Treize
Hippolyta- Une
Warnings: Uh…possible sexual reference and oocness (?) I'll be altering Shakespeare's people to fit better with the Gundam Wing character's personalities and traits. I'll also probably mess around with the plot a little bit :Grins evilly:
Disclaimer: I dunnown Gundam Wing or Shakespeare's play…but I did perform as Puck and Demetrius in our English play .
Author's note: This story is most likely going to be short and probably to the point…if I ever think that there is one. I'll probably handle it over to Lif or something anyways… :sighs: I'm taking on darker story plot lines I thunk up of (love my new spiffy word—thunk :cackles:)
Hope you enjoy the story!
This will be different from the play. There won't be Bottom and all that stuff in it
Status: completed
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A Midsummer Days Nightmare
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
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Fear Da Parody of Shakespeare
Chapter One:
Relena stood before the Duke of Athens, head bowed as she struggled to compose herself and not speak out of line. She knew to do such would cause more problems for her and her love's already strained relationship, so she held her tongue with caution.
Treize looked up with somewhat barely restrained anger at being interrupted by Darlian. He felt his finance place a gently hand on his shoulder. His tense body relaxed slightly at Une's touch. He stared at Heero, then Darlain, then Quatre, and then finally at Relena. He couldn't help but notice the glares Heero was throwing at Darlian and glances Relena was sneaking at Heero.
"What business brings you here, gentlemen and lady?" Treize leaned back in his seat, Une still standing by his side.
"M'lord," Darlian began with fury evident in his voice, "This—" he pointed angrily at Heero who glared even more at him, which made the older man shrink back a little bit, "—Man has wooed my daughter, flattering her with presents and flowers along with promises of love."
"Une, my sweet." Treize looked up, holding his gloved hand up towards Darlian, telling him to stop in his tirade against the Yuy heir. "Please, leave us."
The woman raised an eyebrow, shooting a look at her soon-to-be husband while she swept up her skirts and walked out the door in grace. "I'll discuss the plans of the wedding with you later, darling." She said before she closed the door, leaving them to speak in private.
"Now," Treize said calmly, looking at Darlian once more, sweeping his hand to the other occupants, "What is this all about?"
The man huffed indignantly, "Yuy wishes to marry my daughter," Treize raised an eyebrow at that, a muffled expression on his face. Yuy actually was having 'feelings'? This was new. "Yet I've already found her a suitable one!" He gestured towards Quatre who bowed his head at the Duke.
"I am as suitable as he." Treize looked between Quatre and Heero with exasperation. Why did he have to deal with love trysts? "I have the money, I have the same status. The only thing that I have that he doesn't is love." He shot a glare at Quatre who shot one back at him.
"As equally such as I am." Quatre replied, "The girl was already promised to me."
Relena remained quiet, holding her tongue before the Duke questioned her. She wouldn't speak out of line.
"Have you not heard, my lord, that he already wooed and gained the love of the Ice Queen, Dorothy, before leaving her in a love-struck puddle?"
Treize sighed, Yuy did have a point there. "I must say that I have heard as much." Quatre's cheeks flushed redder as he heard what the Duke said.
"My Lord, she is my property, therefore--!"
"Stop getting your mind stuck in the fourteenth century." Heero muttered, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.
"Sir Yuy," Treize said, making the youth raise his head towards the older man, "Have you not returned just from battle a few weeks previously?" Nodding, Heero muttered a small 'yes'.
"Relena has been blinded by signs of love and she cannot come to her senses with that warrior standing next to her all the time." Quatre replied calmly, looking at Relena who didn't even spare him a glance. His fists clenched together. "She think this is some fairy tale—but he'll end up dying in battle."
"I've already left the army—my services have been served to this country, more so than others." Heero shot a glare at Quatre.
"Sir," Quatre said to the Duke, after sending a glare at Heero for the comment, "It's not fair to have Relena worried about war and such—she should be loved by me and her father."
"Quatre," The blonde looked over towards the brunette who was glaring at him with a small smirk, "If you have Darlain's love, why don't you marry him and leave Relena for me?" Relena felt a smile cross her lips at Heero's words. Darlain sputtered and Quatre glared, ready to attack the former soldier.
"Silence." The room hushed into silence, Relena still remaining quiet with her head bowed, the smirk now gone and replaced with a grim line that showed the solemn mood on her cherubic features.
Treize stood up, looking at each person standing before him before letting his eyes stop on Relena. "Let the girl speak."
Relena looked up, blinking her eyes a few time, "M'lord?"
Treize stared at her and then Heero, "You do understand that it is law here that you marry the one that your father chooses?" Relena bowed her head ever so slightly, "Then why choose to defy him?"
"Because I love Heero Yuy." She whispered in a small voice, eyes tracing the patterns on the tiles. She shifted a little bit, skirts brushing against the floor.
"You love him?" Treize nodded, "Well, I must say that Dorothy is my cousin…" Quatre clenched his hands again, remembering the war hungering woman. "However, I cannot simply drop this law." Relena bit her lower lip.
"I would rather die than marry him." Heero's muscles tensed in tight knots upon hearing Relena's words.
"Either you shall follow your father's word and marry Mr. Winner here, swear your life away as a nun, or accept the punishment for disobeying your father's wishes—death." He paused, looking at each of the people standing before him; "you have three days until you make your decision."
With that, he left, opening the door. There, he met Une's angry gaze.
"It was love that brought us together." She pointed out, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirts.
"My people did not condone of such, a man such as yourself trying to win me over through battle like a prize."
His hand ghosted over her cheek and she pulled away with a hurt look in her eyes. He sighed, "I cannot simply change the law for them."
"Yuy has served your kingdom bravely, protecting us from many a'battles." She crossed her arms, "Must you be so harsh to them?"
"Hush," He drew her into his arms, "Something will turn out over this. Three days until the day of our binding."
Une lowered her gaze, "I would have to see that woman marry one she does not love, or loose her head."
"You wish her to become a nun, then?"
Une shook her head in a negative manner, "No…I wish not of that, for she knows of love yet not of the wonders a kiss can do for a woman and her soul." Treize looked at her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Une smiled gently, "I prove my case."
"Shall we go?"
"There's still much to discuss about the wedding." Une bowed her head and let her hand slip down from Treize's waist to hold his hand in hers as they walked through the hallways of the castle, enjoying one another's presence.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXA tear slipped past Relena's barriers, trailing it's way down her cheek. Heero leaned towards her after the other's had left, raising his hand to catch the tear that slowly made it's way down her face.
She looked up, with happiness at seeing her love and with sorrow. "Heero…"
"Why do you cry?" He whispered lightly into her ear, "One such as yourself isn't fit for tears."
He sighed, 'I've caused more pain to you.' His eyes expressed, usual cold and emotionless depths now holding regret and turmoil only for Relena to witness.
"Winner will have what he wants--tell me, how long until I, like a rose on the bush, is plucked and then cast away like fair Dorothy?" She sobbed, taking the tissue Heero offered her to dry her tears with. His strong arms wrapped around her small form, holding her tightly.
"I'll kill him…" Heero growled lowly, eyes turning an icy shade. He felt Relena put an arm on his back and looked down at her to see her staring at him.
"Kill not one for my sake. Perhaps we shall think of something. Three days aren't so bad, love?" She whispered, "I would rather die then let his hands touch me as you do."
"Relena…"
"Heero, let me enjoy my time before I wish away my life. Time is something that will fly from my grasp when I want it most."
"Fear not," she looked up. "I will always protect you." She smiled, remembering the oath he had given to her so long ago when they first met each other on the beaches of Athens.
"What shall we do? I refuse to marry that dog, and yet… I could not refuse myself from letting you touch me if I were to swear away my life to God…"
"Then we'll choose an alternate." She looked up at him quizzically. "We'll run away." She gasped at the idea, "I have a father living outside Athens, Odin Lowe…"
She smiled, remembering the name of one of Athen's retired famous assassins. "We'll be together?"
"We'll steal away into the night."
And that's just what they did…or, at least that's how it was supposed to work out.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"Why do you have his eyes? Is it your beauty?" Dorothy hissed to Relena, her icy eyes narrowing, "Tell me, is it because of your love for peace?" She laughed coldly, "Isn't it odd that the pacifist and the warrior get together?"
Relena frowned, eyebrows knit together. Pursing her lips, she still held onto Heero's hand, a reassuring feeling washing over her. "Are you saying that you want my Heero?"
"No." Dorothy said, "I want the eyes and heart of Quatre, no matter what it takes…" She whispered.
Relena's hand gently patted Dorothy's shoulder. She looked at it with a frown, then a confused look on her face. "You don't have to worry." Dorothy's eyes left the hand still on her shoulder to look into Relena's eyes. "Me and Heero are leaving—going through the Wood to leave Athens. Then, you'll have your happy ending just as I."
"It's time we go, plans must be made." Heero whispered lightly in her ear like a butterfly's kisses gently ghosting over her face. She smiled at him, nodding.
Turning back to Dorothy, she placed one kiss on each cheek and whispered, "Good-bye, my friend." Then, she turned and left quickly with Heero.
Dorothy frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh spite, oh hell!" She sniffled, then paused, a silence falling over her before a slow and devious smile made it's way across her features…
"Quatre!" She called, seeing the blonde youth (who paled at the sight of her) walk out from the Duke's palace, and rushed over to him, skirts flying.
"Dorothy." Quatre replied tersely, nodding politely and offering a small, kind smile.
"Quatre, Heero and Relena are…"
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The forest was always so beautiful in the Fairy Wood, holding so many secrets and magic in it. Every creature, from the fairy's to the toadstools had a magical essence flowing through them, allowing them sweet harmony with the earth.
"Damn." The Fairy King glared at his golden goblet of wine, licking his lips and the bitter taste and frowning as he tried not to reminiscent of the day's events and the "problems" he was having with his wife.
He sloshed the wine around for a bit, growing bored before crossing his arms, tossing the goblet towards a rock. Too bad he didn't know that gold could shatter like it did. He snorted in frustration. Everything had just been shot down to hell, hadn't it?
He looked up to the skies, blonde hair spilling around him, fitting with his roman-like costume that he donned, all for ceremony of course. Normally, he simply preferred to wear his commanding outfit, red and white with so many sparkles and frilles on them that made the ladies go 'ooh' and 'aww'. Not that he was any Zeus-type of God, but… Right now, he would do anything to get on his wife's nerves. How she got on his.
"My King?" Duo questioned, braid slinging over his shoulder as he bowed, the bells on his jester-like black and dark green costume jingling all the way. He bounced on his feet, grinning like a cat as he bobbed his head from side to side, playing with his braid and twitching his elf ears.
Zechs looked up upon hearing his jester and faithful servant speak, crossing his arms with a frown on his face. "What is it?" Duo questioned, tilting his head to the side and crouching on the ground like a cat as he eyed a mouse scurrying away.
"Noin." The man sharply replied, a frown still gracing his features. " She has this child, Mariemaia that was given to her from a woman under her wing that passed away from the birth. She's raising her." He scowled.
"Why are you bothered?"
"I want that child so I can use it as a changeling." He looked at Duo and smirked slowly, "Do you remember that time when Cupid shot that arrow…"
Duo grinned evilly.
TBC