A/N: It's been a while again. I was discouraged by the lack of reviews last time. But you can't get a good writer down! And I like this story so… oh well. Please do review and if you have ideas share.

Disclaimer: That wonderful tale of Juliet

And her true love Romeo

Belongs not to me but to

Shakespeare to my great woe. (te-he, cheesy, I know)

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Mercutio, in good spirits, laughed as he felt the red welt on his face, the token of a fair maiden. He hadn't been slapped for a long time, and it suddenly struck a strange cord in him that of all the girls he'd crossed since her, Terra was the only one to put him in his place. That made only two girls that had ever really stood up to him. How ironic that the two were as different as night and day.

Observing what Mercutio was doing (for this look was a rarity), and predicting where his train of thought was headed Benvolio tried to catch his attention, "Tis indeed a mark that should grace your face more often scoundrel."

"Thou jests at this scar?" Mercutio cried in mock pain, for he too was eager to leave his previous memory.

"That "scar" is indeed the mark of an angel's wise servant." Romeo said tearing his eyes away from the road Juliet retreated down and slapping Mercutio on the back.

"Servants that are as rare a sight as their master." Benvolio added, directing his gaze to where Romeo's had presently been torn from. After looking at Benvolio a moment, Romeo grabbed Mercutio's hand from his face as if to examine the mark.

"I say, thou art smitten as soundly as Mercutio," Romeo joked, looking between the two. He got a good shove from Mercutio for this.

"Yes cuz and what a happy pair we are! To have found such mindful and beautiful ladies is good fortune indeed." Benvolio sighed, shrugging off the jest.

"A truly dire fortune for a pair of fools!" Mercutio said somewhat vehemently, "For only fools forget blood for women!"

"Then that makes us a pair fools in a fools company!" Romeo shot back, forgetting himself.

"Cousin!" Benvolio warned nervously.

"How dare you compare her!" the laugh left Mercutio's voice.

"How dare you suggest I can't?" Romeo shouted back.

"Cousin's please!" Benvolio stepped between them, but both shoved him away. Mercutio, being the more hot headed, drew his sword first, Romeo followed, and for a moment the two stood there glairing. So intent where each of them in staring the other down that both jumped when a loud chink sounded, and a rock bounced off Mercutio's sword.

"Oi, scum!" it was Terra, standing at the head of the path, "We left our cloaks at the fountain, now be a gentleman, or at least less of a cretin, and come help me fetch them." After Mercutio wiped the dumb shock from his face he glared at Terra, then Romeo, and turned to leave by the opposite path. It wasn't his duty to help this wench, and he certainly wasn't going to after being humiliated by her. Terra saw this as a kind of war, and when she saw she was about to lose the chance at a good battle, she threw out a last-ditch effort,

"Unless you're too humiliated at being shown for the slow minded fool you are by a woman." Mercutio grimaced; his back still turned to the group.

Realizing he couldn't back down now, Mercutio turned around and started for Terra, "I'm not the dolt who striped and left his cloths in the center of town!" he called,

"No, but apparently your pace is as slow as your mind, at this rate Christmas will get here before you do!" She was better at this game than he thought.

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A/N: it was a long time coming, but I hope you liked it! Please review, and I'll put up more as soon as I write it.