CHAPTER FOURTEEEEEEEEEEN

A/N- I'm back people!!!! Review. Please please review because it is simply WRONG not to review. You can also check out the rest of my stories and my favourites because my chapters MAY take time to come now. And read all the chapters before proceeding. One of you skipped two chapters before "stupid sucky poem", or so my stats said. You'll be all confused now…oh, and my half-yearlys are starting from November the 25th, so wish me good luck!!!! And does anyone know when exactly Caius' birthday is, coz I find dates in JC confusing…we should know whether he's an Arian or a Piscean or a cusp. Oh, and another poem. I think I may be improving at poetry. And there is more to the evil conscience and the fairy godmother than it seems… (hehe). And now I am starting to like Caius-Titinius, and Caius- Brutus…WHAT DO I DO???????????? Help me people, and review telling me that Cassius and Brutus are soul-mates. And I am sorry this is a whole week late, I had written it but then I forgot to post it. I know, silly silly me…and why are only TWO people reviewing my stories…oh hell, I don't really care, its writing the story that's fun. This is gonnna be the first chaptered story I'm gonna complete! Yeah! I know I'm late, but its because I accidently deleted this chapter and had to rewrite it. Stupid me.

Portia's POV

Just an hour left for the meeting…I can't wait. The fairy godmother is sooooo great. I love her! She had produced these sheets of paper out of nowhere. They had read-

"Someone whose name I am not mentioning because it will spoil the surprise

World dominance.

All his.

He would rule.

He laughed, 'hahaha! They don't know. They don't know anything.'

'Sir,' said his assistant who was a tall, slim woman with brown hair which was highlighted blond. It could also have been vice versa, but that does not matter. People's hair colours hardly count in a story like this. She was wearing a very short skirt. But that does not matter much either.

'Haahhaaaaaaaahahahaha!' said the evil boss.

'Yes, sir I quite agree, but may I please talk,' the assistant said, pushing her thin framed spectacles further up her nose.

'Go on.'

'They could know. And those "hahaha's" went out of fashion ages ago. I mean, evil people from the 70's did that.'

'Sorry. How could they know?'

'You may have noticed, sir. Not everything is going according to plan. See?' and she pointed towards something on the computer screen. The file's (the file which contained the thing was being pointed towards) name was 'the plaaaaan'. What was in it, you shall not know till the author, i.e. me, decides to tell you.

'Shit,' said the evil man, 'now what?'"

And there was another sheet.

"The evil guy

They hadn't invited him. Was he not important enough? He had played role in the story. Not too important, just like a two minute thing. He was useless…curse that Shakespeare! How could he have done that to him, used him like a thing, just to demonstrate a stupid fact, and then thrown him away.


Why hadn't they given him a main role? Why? Why? Why? He had wanted one so bad. But nooooooooo, five freakin' minutes and then "bye-bye". And now he wasn't invited…his part had no significance, did it? He would show them…he would have his revenge.

'It's just a party sir,' said the short-skirted assistant, interrupting his thoughts.

'You haven't gone?'

'Why would I go, sir?'

'Why not, you could've spied on them…'

'I wasn't feeling too good, so I skipped the party. Why would we spy on them?'

'They called everyone. Everyone but me…all the senators, their servants, Lucius even, Pindarius, the cobbler and the carpenter, the stupid mob, the guards, assistants, the stupid soothsayer-,

'I get the point sir.'

'Okay, you're to find out what happened in that meeting.'

'Sir, it was a party. Portia had called. She said party. I didn't read the mail though, my husband did and he went on my behalf.' (A/N. and who is this secret husband? The soothsayer, Flavius, Marullus, that weird guy who gave Caesar the note, Caesar himself, hahahahahahahaaaaaaaa. I'm not saying its one of them. I'm saying it could be one of them. Guess for yourselves. Mwahahahaha. O, my supreme cruelty!!!!!!!!!!)

'Okay, forget the party then.'"

'This,' the fairy godmother (who is gone now) had said, 'is a big fat clue.'

'Wha-?' I asked, 'what is this?'

'It's something I found lying around,' she said, like she was keeping something from me. Not like, she is keeping something from me.

'What do you know?' I asked, but she was gone.

'What the-?'

Now I stare at these sheets of paper. What do they tell me? There's an evil guy around. A Julius Caesar character who wasn't invited to the party, he had conveyed something, but wasn't important enough to be here. An evil guy who is controlling us. But wasn't Shakespeare controlling them? Then why had that guy thought, 'Damn that Shakespeare!' ? And who exactly is his assistant- Tall, slim, highlighted hair, spectacles…I really don't know. But I do know someone's wife was missing from here. Who could it be…?

Then it hits me all of a sudden…I have access to "evil guy's" thoughts… Shakespeare has access to our feelings in the form of a play. I have access to this "evil guy's" feelings in the form of…normal prose. I can read his freakin' mind! Oh yeah!!!!

The crowd will so love this…especially Antony, poor thing, doing Cleopatra's dishes and all. I wonder why the fairy godmother isn't telling me all she knows…

All the world's a play, and all the men and women, merely players.

Now where did that come from?

Cassius/Titinius

Caius and Titinius had returned from dinner hours ago and were busy making out on Caius' bed. (A/N- I would write about it, but I am a kid who has trouble writing KISSING scenes, let alone MAKING OUT scenes. It's just that its so gross and impossible to write about. Ew ew ew ew…I feel all stupid even thinking about it.)

The phone rang

Cassius groaned and got up to pick up the phone.

'Whrag happgenedgh?' he said in a muffled voice. His well kept hair was in a mess, sticking out at weird places. And his clothes were no better.

'Caius,' said Portia's voice from the other line, 'you do remember the meeting right. Just half an hour is left…I thought you'd be here extra early… And you didn't tell me you had a fairy godmother.'

'Wha-?'Caius said groggily, 'fairygod-what???? You met her?!?!?'

'Yeah,' said Portia, 'she just dropped in to say, 'hi.''

Caius' skin turned pale. 'What did she say?' he asked.

'She said she'd help me plan the meeting, but she didn't stay for long,' said Portia.

Shit. Caius wondered what to say. What if that woman had told her the truth…about his feelings…his forgotten feelings for Bru.

'And-?'

'That's it. Are you coming?'

'Yeah-yeah I am…I was kinda busy though.' Caius wasn't in the mood to tell her what exactly he had been doing.

'Okay,' said Portia before keeping her phone down, 'but get here fast.'

Caius hung up, tried to straighten his hair, failed and said, 'Hey, Titinius, remember the meeting?'

Titinius looked back up at Caius, thought a little and said, 'ooh, yeah…I forgot. We have to go now. Its two thirty…but she said three, didn't she?'

'Yeah,' said Caius, shrugging, 'But I'm expected early, and it'll take time to get there. And you can come with me.'

'Oh-kaaay,' said Titinius. He then got up and gave Caius a quick peck on the cheek before taking his shirt off.

'What're you doing?' Caius asked, trying not to look at Titinius' chest.

'I can't go in this,' Titinius said, 'can I borrow one off your shirts?'

'Sure,' said Caius and opened his cupboard, carefully picking out a T-shirt. It wasn't crumpled and all and Titinius' wondered whether Caius had ironed it himself…nah, he couldn't iron a shirt ALL BY HIMSELF. Maybe he had just never worn it. He bought new shirts when his old ones got crushed or dirty.

Titinius wore Caius' shirt while Caius tried to comb his hair. The comb wouldn't work so he flattened it using lots and lots of water. Since the author isn't really in the mood to describe how a person gets dressed we'll skip that part. They're leaving the house now.

'Time?' said Caius.

'Two forty,' said Titinius casually. It was morning!!!!! Yay!

'Cool,' said Caius, 'get into my car and it'll take five minutes to get there.'

Brutus' POV

Broken Blue eyes staring at my face.

Tears falling, yet you won't drop your gaze.

Passion crying out from deep within,

"Can't you see the pain I'm in?"

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And I know not but to stare,

Acting as if I don't care,

I say I'm sad, that I'm in sorrow,

That I shall listen to you tomorrow…

I know not but to, at your face, cruelly scream,

Making your life nought but terrible dream,

Breaking to a million pieces your sad heart,

But then, was she not shattered from the start?

---

On love, I may not know a single word,

I know, everything I say sounds absurd…

Yet this I know- love is sore, love is tender,

Love breaks my heart, but then mends her,

Back, free from pain, back to what she was…

But Is that only hope, or something else because-

Perhaps, one day, our frowns will turn to laughter-

Perhaps we can still live happily ever after…?

---

Hope alone is what keeps me going on,

Making even darkest nightfall seem dawn,

Hope is what makes my hurting heart beat-

That simple Wish that our souls shall meet,

And know what we feel,

Know that this is real…

Know that it was always meant to be,

Know that it is only you and me…

---

Yet now all I see,

Is nothing like what I want it to be-

Broken Blue eyes staring at my face.

Tears falling, yet you won't drop your gaze.

Passion crying out from deep within,

"Can't you see the pain I'm in?"

Cassius

He drove the car recklessly. There was practically no traffic in "heaven" and it was impossible to die or get hurt so Titinius didn't really have much to complain about. He just sat there and watched Caius drive. Caius was whistling while he was driving…how he ever managed to stay on the road was a mystery…

BUMP!

Titinius tried to close his eyes; he felt all giddy. He knew getting hurt wasn't quite possible, but that didn't quite stop terror from bubbling to the surface of his skin like boiling milk that wasn't taken out from under a flame on time. Stop…he desperately thought.

Really Tity, said a voice at the back of his head you can't get hurt and you know it.

Titinius blinked. And evil conscience…wait, how did he know that it was a conscience and that it was evil?

Simple, his conscience replied for him, I am a conscience because I am here, at the back of your head…and I am evil…wait, I am not evil, you have hurt my delicate consciency feelings.

What the hell? Titinius thought. Was he talking to himself? Was he crazy? He shut his eyes, his eyelashes falling dexterously onto his cheeks. Caius rather liked the way Titininius' eyelashes fluttered all the time, even if they were kind of girly. He, however, wasn't concentrating too hard on Titinius' pretty eyelashes at the moment.

Eyelash boy, he loves you not,

You're not cute and you're not hot,

He's not that one true love you think you've found,

Little eyelashy idiot, he's on rebound.

Titinius blinked. What the-?

Caius turned his neck to look more clearly at his boyfriend, 'we're here, whatcha thinking?'

Titinius shook his head. He wanted to say something like, 'Do you love me?', but he knew that that would be too much of pressure on Caius. He bit his lip nervously…no, don't say it…its too early, you'll scare him, he'll run away and never come back…

'Titinius,' Caius asked, 'are you feeling alright; you don't look too good.'

'I-er…'

'You alright? Do you have a temperature or something?' Caius placed his hand gently on Titinius' forehead.

You don't have to ask him…you know he likes you, Titinius tried to convince himself.

'Your temperature is normal,' Caius informed Titinius.

'It is a sickness of the mind,' was what Titinius wanted to say, but that would only sound stupid because…well, it just would. He had no reasons to think that Caius was "on rebound", none at all. This was all just his stupid, demented imagination.

I am not demented. said his evil conscience.

Yes, you are…

Shut up.

Go. Please go…

'Titinius,' Caius said. His voice did sound concerned. Genuinely concerned.

'Yea-h,' said Titinius.

'You alright?' Caius asked for what seemed like the millionth time.

Titinius nodded, 'I-I got..um…dizzy.'

'I drive that bad, huh?' Caius grinned.

Titinius shook his head wildly, 'no-of course not. Headache-but it's gone now.'

'Okay,' said Caius, with anxiousness very distinct in his voice (A/N- awwww…poor Caius is worried. And how many times am I going 2 mention that? I am so sick of myself…), 'coz we're here now.'

'Right,' Titinius said, stepping out of Caius' car, his feet feeling weak on solid ground, like he was going to fall.

Caius walked beside him to Portia's gate where they were greeted excitedly, 'guess what????'

'What?'

'I have stuff here,' Portia said as she handed him some sheets of paper, the same in which the "evil guy" was mentioned, 'there's an evil guy around…oh, hi Titinius!'

'Hey Portia,' said Titinius, 'what's up?'

'Nothing much,' said Portia, 'well, I mean, a lots up…this evil guy and all, a poor old man kidnapped in a place we call heaven, and Mark is all upset for some reason-,'

Caius jerked his head up from the sheets his eyes had been on with a speed faster than light.

'Wha-?'

'Mark,' he said, rubbing his neck, which hurt BAD. Jerking heads at lightning-speed isn't exactly the most blissful experience one can have.

'I mean Bru,' he said, 'whys he upset? WHY?'

Portia blinked, surprised. 'I didn't know you cared so such about him. Its just one of his passing moods. Nothing much.'

'Passing moods?' Titinius asked, 'Yeah, Brutus has lots of passing moods, he does…'

'How do you know?' Caius snapped.

'Nothing to get so touchy about,' said Portia, 'he's cool.'

'Are you sure?' Caius asked.

'Yeah,' said Portia, 'I'm sure.'

'Maybe he's nervous,' Titinius suggested.

'Or confused,' said Portia, 'like he always is.' (A/N- omigaaaaaaaaawd!!!! I feel so bad about having to break up Titinius and Cassius, and now I feel even worse, coz I came across this picture, or drawing, of Brutus and Portia in Brutus' garden and the scene looked SO romantic, I was staring at it for ages. They looked SO in love. Porch looked so pretty and Brutus also looked good in some weird way, and the way he was looking at her…awwwww….and Titinius really likes Caius, must he go? This sucks…oh well, Bru and Caius will probably get together in the end, so there's no reason to worry…)

'I know,' said Caius, 'he is confused 24x7. At least the Brutus I remember was. I always listened to him, you know. Even though his plans nearly always sucked, I did, I ALWAYS did.'

'Too bad for you,' said Portia, 'and I'll talk to Mark about listening to other people's points of views too, he is so stubborn.'

'I guess,' said Caius, 'but lets discuss, erm, about what we're gonna do about your kidnapped friend.'

'I dunno,' said Portia, 'they've taken him to this dungeon place, I've heard. They've locked him up and he's surviving on lollipops alone.'

'That's not too bad, is it?' said Caius.

'Why would they do that?' Titinius asked curiously.

'I don't know,' said Portia, 'but I hope they have a good reason for it…your fairy godmother said-,'

'My stupid fairy godmother,' said Caius, 'I really don't know what she's up to…'

'I didn't know you had a fairy godmother,' Titinius said, interested, 'will you introduce me?'

'What? She's crazy that's what she is…' said Caius-

Fairy godmother's POV

I see my godson isn't too happy with me, and I don't really care, well, I mean I DO care. But I have given him reason to dislike me. Oh well, he'll like me in the end. What a stupid story we are in. I know the entire plot of course. Hee hee…and I won't tell them. Why and how? I can't really tell you people now, can I? And just why am I not telling you…? I can't tell you that either.

Old guy

The "fairy godmother" is here. She tells me something…she's told me and…

OH GAAAWD! HOW STOOOOPID!

'What the hell?' I say.

'What fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' shrieks the fairy godmother.

'So no ones in trouble…they're looking for me when I'm absolutely safe?'

She nods, 'just thought I'd tell you.'

'Its stupid,' I say, 'there's nothing to be gained from this.'

'Fun,' says the fairy, 'we like fun, don't we? And the evil guy who got you captured…'

'Who is he?'

'Who do you think he is?'

'He's fake…he's so fake, and it's all because of you. You can't play with our lives like this.'

'Heh heh.'

'And who is this "evil guy?.'

'I don't know…it's a surprise…okay I do know. But, yay!'

(A/N- but is the evil guy STILL up to something? is our dear fairy godmom even aware of what is happening…?)