I have always been a hige fan of classicals; reading the non-abridged version of R x J at age 11 for the first time and watching the 1968 movie at age 7. This movie is an incredible MUST-SEE 1. Because its beautifully well done 2. The actor playing Romeo is damn hot and 3. It has a wonderful soundtrack.
Yeah I know, Its unfair for me to try forcing you to like it...but I can't help it xD Now back to business, here is the newest chapter about one of the most fundemental part of the play. Enjoy (warning it is a slight parody..very slight indeed)

He tried to act the least surprised while seeing an older Toramaru appearing infront of him half an hour ago. Utsonomiya or Mecutio was not indefferent to Gouenji's calm behaviour and did not hold himself back doing some annoying jokes filled with some crude humour until Benvelio begged him half-laughing to stop offending his cousin.

" Oh My lad, why is there such gloom in your eyes? Still thinking of the beautiful Rozalyn?" he said walking backwards towards the Capulets' house. The road was silent except for the echoing laughs of the two young

man. Some hundred metres further, many douzens of lanters were lit , illuminating the otherwise pitch hell night. After spending so many times trying to get back to his real time, he abandonned slowly embracing the fact that he had stay in a seventeeth century Verona for a while. He ceased to try to find some logical reasons for his presence in there but there were clearly none. If he was really Romeo, he just had to do his best not to meet any Juliet; If someone was really playing with him, he would no better that the young man always abide by his own rules.

" Don't you think its a little dangerous to go in the Montagues' enemies place?" he spoke up for the very first time since this evening slightly surprising his two companions.

" You speak of the Montagues as if you were not one Romeo. Of course its no risk as all! We'll wear masks. Its feast night! Why worry?" Mercutio said.

Gouenji did not feel that his words reassured him, in the contrary it just reinforced the feeling of insecurity and danger floating round him when he passed the gate. It was as if he enterted the belly of a sleeping giant that could wake up and swallow him whole in any moment.

The huge ballroom was decorated in finesse and he immediately feel a little self conscious? Was he as ridiculous looking as all the guys with their Renaissance clothings? He looked at himslef. Their outfil might have been a little similar...He admired through the little holes in his mask the people drinking, dancing and talking animatedly with a little vague of interest. Suddenly, through the crowd, he swore he recognized a familiar redhead.

" Natsumi?" he interrogated appearing infront of the girl who grimaced while seeing him.

" Sir, I can't help but feel offuscated by your demands. I don't return your feelings-". Her mouth was open, words kept flooding out of it but he could not hear anything as he was too busy thinking of this stupid tights which were stuck inbetween his two butt cheeks. (An: You don't need anymore details xD)

" Sheesh, I was only going to say hi" he said before eclipsing himself as far as possible from the the people who started dancing. He had no intention of joining them. The only thing he wanted to do is getting to bed.

Mercutio waved at him, a sign that he wanted the blonde boyo to join them but Gouenji royally ignored him as he walked even further away from the dancers.

Then he was struck.

A young girl who seemed as lost as himself was leaning on a stone pillar, her eyes furtively scanning the large room.

He felt numb as his pulse quickekened and he felt a shiver down his spine. Feeling extremely stupid, he who never believed and never thought would experienced love at first sight , was staring at what he believed to be the most gorgeous girl he ever seen. His eyes lit up in excitement he tries to scheme a plan that would make them start an innocent conversation.

" Hi" he practised his voice extremely hoarse. He rolled his eyes at his own lack of wit.

Why could he not act like Romeo for once?

Following his instincts, he slowly let his hand slid on the callused granite pillar until he could feel her warm long fingers. He grabbed her hand and was sure she jumped slightly, surprised. He never thought he could have done such a thing before a little knocked by this new feeling of assurance. If he had done this to a complete stranger in the 21st century, he was sure he would have been kicked under the belt.

Now he was feeling like a complete mentally disabled person holding her hand withpout saying a single word. What did Romeo said again?

" My hand is unworthy of touching a holy place like yours but I'm ready to make things better with a kiss" he said grimacing at the weirdness of the words extracted from his book but the girl did not seem to mind until he removed his mask and kissed her fingers. She quickly turned to face him as he flashed her a small smile. She was even more beautiful from this angle. Her heartshaped face was ornamented by a braid of long thick brown hair.

" You don't give your hand enough credit and a holy saint pray,he doesn't kiss" she said her so voice melodious and warm that it could appease and comfort the tingiest of strangers.

"Sinning is good once in a while" he whispered before leaning towards her lips. His own, were moving daringly on hers. That kiss was hard but soft; cold but hot and in a split of a second she knew what was behind his quirking smile.

" You kiss as if you studied it. Well, you were right, thou was a sweet sin I don't regret"

" Then let us sin again" he added before kissing a complete stranger for the second time with less gentleness.

They broke their embrace when someone appeared infront of them.

" Madame, your mother is asking for you" an old woman said looking straight at the young woman blushing like a child caught doing something naughty.

With her piercing green eyes, she stared with sorrow in her partner in crime's eyes before parting with a slow goodbye.

Turning to the old woman, the little dumbfounded young man asked " Who was she?"

" Daughter of Lord Capulet"

He felt as if someone kicked him in the gut as he realised that he did the thing he promised himself he would not do. He met and kissed Juliet.

Oh how he hated himself right now...

Now you might say...Arent they a little weird kissing without even knowing each other? well its Shakespear for you xD Everything will be explained in the last chapter or so xD I won't say more..I hope you enjoyed it..Do not forget to tell me what you thought about it by clicking the lonely button below
See you guys soon!