Cassius' POV

I feel so stupid. I forgot our date! I mean, how could I?

I grin at Titinius as he asks me why I'm looking at him like that. I grin like this when I'm lost for words: not because I'm totally stunned by his "beauty" or anything, but because I just don't know what to say.

'Nice coffee,' he says, even though he hasn't tasted it yet.

'Thanks,' I say.

He takes a sip, and says, 'You know Caius, it has been a long time.'

'I know,' I say, 'I can't believe I thought you died, it was like I had no faith in you.'

'It wasn't your fault,' he says.

'If I hadn't killed myself,' I slowly say, 'we could've won. Easily.'

'I know,' he says, drinking some more coffee, 'but it's over now.'

I take in a deep breath, 'but some things aren't that easy to forget.'

'It was hard,' Titinius says, 'to forget you. I never did manage to do it.'

'I never forgot you either,' I lie.

'That's nice to know,' he says, stirring his coffee with his spoon.

'Things were strange, I mean, so much happened back there. It was us, you guys, Mesella, Brutus-,' It isn't easy to speak his name, 'and me against Mark Antony and Octavius Caesar. There were times when I was so scared, but I always knew I could kill myself; it was something I had, and was proud of. And when I did it, I found out that I shouldn't have. I knew I could use this power only once, and yet, I used it at a time like that. I mean, I could've done it when, if we actually lost.'

'We ended up two dead people.'

'Life wasn't really worth living without you.'

'Same here.'

'I mean,' I continue, 'you were a great friend, and I really liked you.'

'Liked?'

'That was a long time back,' I say, 'I liked you. I was married.'

And there was Brutus. Marcus Brutus.

'No wife now?'

'No,'

But there's still Brutus.

Oh, shut up.

Tity, Tity, Tiiiiiiiiiiiity.

Stupid obnoxious person you are….

You know, you're calling yourself that.

Yeah, whatever. And anyway, Brutus doesn't love me. He loves Portia.

How can you be SO sure?

I am. Portia is my friend and he loves her. And I have feelings for Tit-

Tity.

-inius now

Do not.

Do too.

Oh yeah, suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure, 'you were a great friend and I really liked you.' You and I both know that is still true.

Is not. I have changed. I am not the same Cassius that I was two thousand years ago. I have grown and am much more mature now-

-Relatively speaking, of course-.

And my feelings have changed.

You're still the same.

Am not.

Are too.

Oh, shut up.

You're telling yourself to shut up.

If you-I-wasn't fighting with me-myself like this, this wouldn't be happening. This is all your-I mean-my fau-

You're just a confused idiot. You-me-I-my whatever.

Whatever!!!!!!

That's what I said.

I meant it in a different sense.

Meant what?

The word "whatever."

Whatever.

Yeah.

No I'm calling everything YOU say whatever.

The word "you" is not applicable here, you said so yourself-

Well, now see who's using the words "you" and "yourself".

I meant the other part of my brain, the stupid voice at the back of my head.

You need a physiatrist…talking to yourself like that…

Then please stop it.

This is almost like soliloquy…

Yeah…

Fun in some weird way, you know.

FUN????????? You outta your mind?

No.

Goo-

You are.

You mean you are because you're me!

You'll only end up confusing yourself…

You mean YOU will end up confusing YOURSE-

Your precious Tity's calling.

Huh?

'Caius?' Titinius says, 'you seem so lost.'

'Me?' I quickly say, 'I was thinking of you.' What a big, fat lie!

'But I'm right here.'

'Must you argue with me like this?' I jokingly say.

'I was just asking,' he says, 'and you've pretty much drunk your coffee. Go get dressed.'

I agree with him and go. He sits in the kitchen waiting for me.

I enter my bedroom and quickly put on a torn pair of jeans and my funkiest T-shirt…

You gonna wear that? THAT?

Um, yeah. I'm cool.

On a big date like this, it isn't cool.

Why do you always insist on telling me what to do?

Because that's what consciences do. DUH!!!

You're my conscience?

Obviously…you mean you didn't know?

Of course I knew, I was just being stupid.

You can't lie to yourself, baby.

Watch me.

There you go, you just admitted to lying. Man, you are one stupid guy….

Want mom's temper to attack again??

Well, erm, no…

THEN SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, okay, chill man…

I'm chiillin', I'm cool…I'm chillin' I'm cool…

Good. Now get something else to wear.

Like?

That suit you have.

But that's gross…

You look very handsome in it:-very handsome indeed. Dashing, I must say.

Wow, if Brutus sees me-I mean, if Titinius sees me, he'll so fall in love with me.

Brutus or Tity?

Titinius.

He's head over heels for you already. Let's concentrate on Bru.

Consciences are supposed to tell the people they are in that they are NOT supposed to hurt their friend's feelings. And here, you make me do the opposite. Sometimes I think that I am the conscience inside you, an evil Person.

That could be true. That would make me the master and you the slave…MWAHAHHAAAAAAAAAA!

If I was your conscience, not slave, I would constantly nag you for your sins, even more than you nag me for my good deeds.

Good deeds you call them? Hehe…

That's not funny. You have a SICK sense of humour.

Do not.

Do too.

Do not.

Okay, I'll wear that stupid suit AND tie AND perfume.

That's my girl!

Shut up or I'll change my mind.

K, k, k……….

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he went. I put on my clothes and perfume…now how do I wear a tie?

I walk out of the door, 'TITINIUS! HELP!' I know I'm like a two year old, but that's who I am and I cannot help it.

He comes running to my rescue, 'Yeah?'

'How do I wear this tie?' I ask in my most pathetic voice. Portia says it sounds cute…in a one year old way.

'Come here,' sighs Titinius, 'I'll put it on for you…'

I throw him my most flirtatious smile and he smiles coyly back at me, 'you can't even put on a tie. That's cute, you know.'

'I knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…but thanks anyway,' I say.

'You're welcome,' he says and steps back ,'your tie is done.'

'Thannnks,' I say, 'lets go.'

Brutus' (confused idiot) POV

Its nine pm now. The meeting takes place at three am, I know that's bed time, but Portia says that that is when everyone is awake. Weird people…

Portia is inside right now, making plans for the meeting as I sit here watching television, even though right now everything on the T.V seems like a blur. I can barely see, my mind is thinking of other things. Caius Cassius… Why him of all people? I don't know, is it because we are discovering lost friendship, lost love?

I don't mean that kind of love. I mean friendly love. Platonic love.

Or do I?

I don't know…I am so confused. Why is this happening to me? Why do I feel this way? Why is life so complicated, so confusing?

Why does Cassius make me feel this way, so helpless, so small, so incomplete, like he's the one whom I've been waiting for during the thousands of years of my existence, like he's all that I've ever needed, that I'm going to be lost like this, forever, without him…

Why, Caius Cassius, why? Can't you leave my poor heart alone, why can't you just let me be, convince me that I don't need you, for the simple reason that you can never be mine? Why are you doing this, breaking my already shattered heart to more than a million pieces, and leaving me in the darkness?

Why does destiny have to be so cruel, making us meet, and then tearing us apart…tearing our love apart…tearing our souls, our will to live apart, tearing our entire universe into two, leaving us cold and alone, left to face the pain of separation alone.

Alone.

Is this really PLATONIC love? Friendly love? Brotherly love? Thou art my brother not. Thou WAS my brother-IN-LAW…Thee makes me think. And methinks I love thee.

Does methinks wrong?

Do I think wrong? Tell me the truth…I immediately see Cassius facing me, dagger in his palm, staring at me with tears in his eyes, as I try not to look at his open chest.

"Come. Antony, and young Octavius, come,

Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius,

For Cassius is aweary of this world:

Hated by one he loves, brav'd by his brother;

Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,

Set in a notebook, learn'd and conn'd by route,

To cast upon my teeth. O, I could weep

My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,

And here my naked breast; within, which a heart,

Deeper than Pluto's mine, richer than gold:

If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth.

I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:

Strike, as thou didst Caesar, for I know,

When thou didst hate him worst, thou lov'dst him better

Than ever thou lov'dst Cassius."

Now I see him crying even more, yelling, screaming. He calms down…

"Cassius. Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.

Brutus. And my heart too.

Cassius. O Brutus!

Brutus. What's the matter?

Cassius. Have not you love enough to bear with me,

When that rash humour which my mother gave me

Makes me forgetfull?"

I have already given him my heart; it belongs to him and him alone now. He asked for my hand and I went and gave him my heart instaed. I never realized my burning love for him; it just in my unconscious mind, and shall lie there, perhaps, forever…

My conscious mind does not know what happens inside his very own self…I think I'm hurting for no reason…

I'm confused…

Portia's POV

I am making plans for the meeting, which will start a few hours later…I don't know what I'm going to do.

But then, out of nowhere, sparks appear…

POOF!

'Um,' I say to a figure that is slowly forming, 'who are you?'

The figure takes some time to form. Her toes appear, then her foot, then her calves, knees, legs…whatever…don't want to go on. Finally her face also appears and she waves a thin stick around in a very stupid manner.

'I'm Caius' fairy godmother! Weeeeeeeeeeeee!'