Ok this is the next chapter, sorry it took so long to get this up. I wrote it during all of my freeblocks at school. I hope you all enjoy.

Got to love irrational hate, ne?
"Rise and shine young master. The sun is shining and calling you out… Plus your Aunt wishes to speak with you." A made peered at the young boy lying half asleep on the bed. She shook her head and parted the curtains; Mater Tybalt was an enigma at times. Though most people blamed it on his parents. His mother never loved him enough while she was alive and his father was so misguided... It's a wonder he turned out so well.

Tybalt mustered his half awake strength and sat up. Sun streamed into his large room, making the polished maple shine.

"The sunrise is beautiful today Master Tybalt." The made said as she laid out his clothes. Tybalt nodded numbly and shifted his gaze out the window. The sky was streaked with pinks, yellows, and pale blues. The sun itself was burning brightly, ridding the world of darkness that the previous night had reigned down.

The previous night… He had been released into his Aunt and Uncle's care, though rather reluctantly. He had spent the night in his large bed, feeling cold and rather miserable. Juliet had visited and recounted her latest harrowing tale of running away; it was rather amusing, as she had been found hiding behind Mr. Maxwell's dung heap.

The sunrise is amazing…I wonder, surely the Montagues see the same thing? They must see it, how could they miss it… But if it is the same sun, and the same sky, surely that makes them human, not monsters… Uncle made them monsters, he said they were terrible things that haunted the night and attacked at will.

Benvolio, he's a weird one… Though he really isn't a Montague, like I am not really and Capulet. Family loyalty is too complicated… I wonder if he is out today. He should be, his skin is tan so it shows that he spends time outside…

"Master."

Tybalt blinked slowly, coming out of his revere. "Yes?"

"Your mother requests your presence."

"Ah. Tell her that I will arrive to her once I am dressed and fed." The made bowed and left. Tybalt sighed and shook his head. He slid out of his bed and padded across the floor over to his dresser. Upon it lay his clothes, a beige shirt and a pair of deep green pants. He shed his nightclothes, rinsed his body off a bit with a small damp cloth then dawned his clothes.

He left his room and headed down to the kitchen, taking the most out of way passages that he knew of. Once he arrived he slipped inside and swiped a sweet bun and an apple. Munching on his 'breakfast' he made his way towards his Aunt's quarters.

"Your late Tybalt." A screeching voice rang through the hollow quarters.

"I am sorry Aunty, I just woke up late." He growled back, trying to keep his temper in check.

"Of course. Anyway, we are going to start anew. I have decided to give you some different schooling." Her back was to him and she was looking out the window. Tybalt blinked, deciding whether than was a good thing or not. After a bit he decided upon the later.

"What sort of schooling Aunty?" He asked after a brief intermission. She twirled around with a smile on her face.

"You are to be sent to Signor Bianchi for a time. I believe there will be other boys your age, so it will be good for you." She paused then added, almost as an after thought, "I think your mother would be proud. It's an excellent school." She then hustled him off to his room to start packing.

A few hours later he emerged from the room of death also known as his bedroom. His Aunt insisted on going threw every piece of his clothing, holding it up then dismissing into a pile of clothes that she deemed unfit. After that a sudden urge to explore the remaining crevasses of his bedroom struck. She went through it in a whirlwind of prying into diaries and psycho analyzing his art. Once she was done she pronounced it time for a break and some food.

"Come, be a gentleman Tybalt, join me for lunch. We will have a grand time out in the private gardens, after that you can run off with your little friends.

Tybalt sat there at the table wishing he were somewhere else. His Aunt babbled on about some of the stupidest things. It ranged from how annoying the neighbors where to the latest change of prices in silk from the orient.

After lunch he quickly slipped out of the house to join his friends on he streets.

He wandered around for a bit and didn't find anyone. The street grew quieter as people headed home. Finally Tybalt found himself on the outskirts of town wondering around aimlessly. He soon made his way over to a large rock in a middle of a field. He often went there when he wanted to think on his own. He wedged his back against the rock and a stump and closed his eyes. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the nightingale call out. A small smile slid over his lips.

I love it here… so peaceful… how unlike me to be so, oh how do I sat it? Poetic. Aunty is stupid. I have no desire to go to some school taught by Signor Bianchi. Whoever that is.

"You're out late." A soft voice said from behind him. Tybalt rolled forward and turned around. On the rock above him sat Benvolio.

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