Okay, the story was supposed to be ten chapters, but I don't know. You guys want this to be the last chapter? I've been researching for my sequel and I've found a few interesting things. One, Horohoro's hair does change for the cuter, two, there was an end the anime didn't give. So I'm going to finish this up and take a haitus to finish reading the manga. ^_^ BTW, I will have a small epilogue to this story. Thank you for reading!!!
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When the three of them got off the stage, the curtains abruptly closed and the stage was changes to the streets outside. When Yoh, Chocolove, and Ren were in their positions, Lyserg switched the film rolls and got ready to flip back on the cameras.
"Ready guys?" he asked.
They nodded simultaneously. The green haired student held up three fingers and counted down to zero before the curtains pulled apart.
"So what was the intention of taking me out of there?" Ren asked. "For once, it was something not worth being interrupted by you."
"Benvolio had an accident when he was making a pyramid -was it?- out of glasses of wine." Yoh said. "The ladies were enraged when it came toppling down and soiled their dresses."
Chocolove nodded his head sheepishly, seen red-handed in the act.
"We'd better take our leave before we are caught." he said. "I doubt that a Capulet would dare
"Montague! Young Montague!" a voice called from across the stage.
Ren recognized the voice and his heart jumped, almost making him forget his lines. Almost.
"Leave me behind." he commanded. "I was not the one who was the midst of the trouble, so it is unlikely that I will be in immediate danger."
Looking at eachother, the other two very hesitantly nodded and exited the stage. Horohoro came to the center from the opposite side.
"Young Montague." he said. "I was watching your friends create slight chaos before their leave. Did you not want to bid me farewell?"
"My name, tis Romeo." Ren said. "I was taken outside without consent if you have seen, but it is strange that you have come to follow. For what reason?"
"For the farewell that I have asked for of course." the Ainu said. "Romeo?"
He took several steps forward. The gap could be measured in heartbeats and was quickly closed when Horohoro took his hands, the intention clear.
"You are a Capulet, are you not?" the younger asked.
"For what does it matter?" he breathed.
His voice was a whisper, even in the sound sets at the back of the auditorium. A few gasps through the crowd, as if making the scene more dramatic and the lights dimmed, silhouetting the pair. Lyserg had his fingers dancing around the controls so they wouldn't adjust to the dim lighting and turned off the microphones that Horohoro and Ren had. The two had their eyes locked before Ren tilted his head to the left, expecting Horohoro to tilt to the right, but he followed his suit.
"Ren." the elder whispered, lightly grasping his chin.
The Chinese was silently forced to once again lock eyes with the elder.
His words were nearly inaudiable.
"I...I love...you."
With pure passion, Horohoro pressed his lips against Ren's without care of what would happen. Ren's mind went completely blank before he registered what Horohoro was doing.
H-he's kissing me! But...I...like it? What is this? My chest feels warm and my body is moving without my consent. But perhaps it is what I want, to hold him... to be held... to be...
Closing his eyes with his ice-cold emotions melted, Ren reacted to the kiss. It was too soon before they pulled away and the lights became what they were before. However, they were both surprised when the curtains closed because it wasn't the end of the scene.
"It's terrible! Somebody get me the nurse!" Dr. Thespian cried.
The camera was turned off and Lyserg was out cold and lying a small puddle of blood on the floor.
"What happened?" Horohoro asked. "Somebody knock him out?"
"No." Ren said. "Look."
A small strip of red was leaking from the corner of his nose and his mouth was foaming.
"Does that look like what a person who has been deliberately knocked out?" the violet haired Chinese asked.
"Violence aside." Chocolove interrupted. "Who's gonna film the thingy so it can be played in history class?"
"I can work the cameras." a student said. "But I don't know how to change the film rolls."
Bleep~
"Hmm?"
Yoh and Ren looked at their oracle bells.
"You have a match ten minutes after sunset, in the biggest graveyard in western Tokyo, Matareien, against..." they said. "A reminder?"
"You're kidding me!" Yoh moaned. "As if I needed to be reminded of facing Ren."
"Quit whining. I sincerely hope that you're not the wimpy fighter I expect you to be." Ren said. "Otherwise it won't be enjoyable."
"Enough, enough!" Dr. Thespian cut in. "Whatever your toys did doesn't matter now. We need to carry on with the play."
Ren sent him a deadly glare.
"Compared to what this play is, what our 'toys' have told us is much more important." he said. "It will make the decision of our lives. We need to get out of here an hour before sunset so we may be ready for the match."
Surprised at Ren's serious and agitated attitude, the drama teacher gave his words more thought.
"Fine." the teacher replied. "I'll shorten the play just a tad. That way you'll have more time to get going. When the curtain closes over a scene that it didn't during rehearsal, that means we're skipping a few. I'll call you over to tell you which scenes. This way, the play will still go on, and you may participate in your matches."
The two of them nodded and scurried back their spots on the stage.
Okay, this is the scene where you meet for the fourth time. Romeo argues that Paris shouldn't be coming to meet him so much. The new camera said.
The curtains pulled apart in a hurried, yet smooth manner to reveal the two of them sitting together on a bench in a park.
