A/N- 1.Tha JC you-tube video link didn't come up in the previous chapter, so check it out on mine, or on LynneStar18's profile. Please do see it, preferably before reading this chapter, cause its really cool.

2. Oh, and the reason I'm always getting so late is the goddamned electricity. Whenever I decide to write, BAM, its gone.

3. I actually liked this chapter. So I guess you'll have to like it too. (I usually hate my chapters and cannot bear going through them again.) Okay, so this chapter is a little short, but I've been busy with homework and stuff.

4. Someone has figured out why Portia and Brutus will have to break up. Cannot I ever hide clues properly?

5. Even I think that Cas and Tity were cute together. Why me? I'm just a poor little write who doesn't have the heart to break up so many people?

6. Review people. Please, I am like pleading here.

This was the day.

The crowd sat at the stands, cheering, screaming, throwing paper-balls at each other, and refusing to buy hot-dogs for the sake of the cows/chickens/pigs/goats/whatever they make those stupid dogs out of.

The hot-dogs weren't real anyway. They were made of plastic and were merely decoration pieces.

The hot-dog sellers were hoping that someone would buy their stuff, and spit it out, with the complaint that it was too hard. The sellers would only smile, saying that their dogs were plastic, and that the buyers were simply stupid that they didn't realize it.

But no one bought anything.

The hot-dog sellers shrugged and ate their own plastic dogs.

The crowd cheered and screamed and cheered and screamed, and then cheered some more.

The suspense…the drama…what was going to happen??? No one knew, and no one wanted to know. But they wanted to know at the same time.

The sky was crystal clear. No clouds; just a bright sun, which, in all its glory, was throwing its light onto the scene, making it shine brighter than it had ever shone before. More than anything had ever shone ever before, without being overly hot. The gleaming blue water reflected the light back, throwing it back to the sky it came from, in all its perfection. But then, it was because the water was chlorinated, so no big deal. And the floor had been polished with this very expensive piece of cloth.

The crowd gasped. The crowd screamed. Someone actually fainted from all the suspense which he simply couldn't take anymore. What was going to happen?

'I cannot take it anymore!' cried a very pretty Roman woman, 'bring 'em on!'

Portia, however, found this all very stupid. How dumb could a situation get? But she had to admit, the water did look really pretty.

Even though she found the situation dumb, her lower lip was being bitten by her teeth, showing the nervousness subtly hidden behind her confident yet pissed-off face. She tried to roll her eyes in a sarcastic way, but it came out looking very stupid. Very very stupid. She looked around, hoping that nobody had seen her with such a stupid expression. Luckily, no one had, so she got back to trying to roll her eyes.

Calphurnia, a few seats behind her, was putting on her make-up. She wasn't "ooh"ing and "aah"ing with the crowd, and would have rather not been there. She had, of course, only come because of the free tickets – a once in a lifetime opportunity. She rolled her eyes, unlike Portia, successfully at the crowd, and at the fainting people, and made them feel very stupid. One round and extremely cute woman actually burst into tears.

'Such stupid people,' she thought, helping herself to a diet-coke at the same time, 'they're actually excited about all this shit. Ew.' And she went back to putting on her make-up, rolling her eyes, and drinking diet-coke. But however much she hated this, she had to admit that the water looked really pretty.

Brutus simply had no idea what was going on. Of course, he had some idea, but he didn't really care much. He sat all by himself, drinking coconut-water and playing with his miniature Powerpuff girl toys. But even though he was ignorant, and hated games of any kind, he had to admit that the water looked really pretty.

Cynthia yawned. What the hell, she had to admit that the water looked really pretty.

Lucius also hated this. His long blond hair kept on coming in front of his eyes, preventing him from seeing the water. When he did, however, see it, he had to admit that it was really pretty.

Draco was thinking about Harry Potter and was drooling. How he had to admit, that the water, so very much like his Harry, looked really – make a wild guess – pretty.

Antony, however, like the rest of the crowd was overflowing with excitement. The adrenaline running through his veins made him jump up and down and scream as loudly as any man could. Hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa! He cheered and waved at the crowd, encouraging them to continue with their cheering and yelling.

'YEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!' he screamed. He loved games and sports. He loved the feel of adrenaline telling him what to do. He loved the excitement, he loved it all. But he didn't give a damn about the pretty water.

The field, with the pretty water between it, lay open for them to see. A door at one end of the field was opened by an automatic computer.

Cassius entered the arena, looking as brave as a man could. Though he hated games, this was something he could deal with.

Brutus took a moment to lift an eye off the tea party he was having with his toys to look at his once friend – who was wearing a plain T-Shirt, and the smallest shorts that Brutus had ever seen.

A door at the opposite end of the field opened just as the other door had opened. In the most melodramatic way with more sound effects than the average human brain can imagine.

Caesar entered the arena. Though epileptic, he looked anything but defeated.

'WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' yelled Antony, waving a flag with "JC" written on it.

Portia, at the same time, waved her own flag, which had "CC" on it, in a very bored way. But she smiled and gave our hero a thumbs-up when he looked at her.

Brutus' flag had "peace" written on it.

'Friends,' Caesar roared – the crowd roared louder – and waved.

Caius was not going to have it. With a wave of his own hand, another door opened, letting in a lot of cheerleaders in short skirts. The all had "CC" messily scribbled in the amount of clothing that they did have.

The danced into the arena, waving their pom-poms around cheerfully. They then performed a complex dance which involved one of them standing on her head, and another on the tip of a long, fake, eyelash.

The music started. Cassius grinned as the girls danced.

'GIMME A C!!!!!!!

GIMME AN A!!!!!!!!!

GIMME AN S!!!!!!!!

GIMME ANOTHA SSSSS!!!!

GIMME AN I!!!!!

GIMME A U!!!
GIMME AN SSS!!!!!

WHAT DO YA GET????

CASSSSIUSSSSSS!!! SSSSSS!!!'

And then the very talented cheerleader stood on her head, and the doubly talented one on her eyelash.

Yes, it was truly a glorious moment.

Caesar merely smiled, and a whole bunch of well dressed men with instruments – a choir – walked in.

The lead singer brought the mike closer to his mouth and sang in that funny manly voice,

'Caaaaaaaesar, we love theeeee.

May thee live a million and one years.

May thee be from trouble freeeee.

And may thee overcome thy feaaaars.

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Yes, we love theeeeeee.

We wish thee well.

May Cassius sink, (heheeee)

And may he, forever, smell…'

The song was extremely pathetic, and even Mark Antony had to be excused to go to the bathroom, where he giggled to his hearts content. The cheerleaders giggled openly and hi-fived each other. Caius laughed cruelly, while Calphurnia raised an eyebrow. Portia was still attempting to roll her eyes. And still failing.

The song ended and Caius smiled. Caesar smiled back. They stepped in front of each other, for what seemed to be the last time.

'This time its war,' said Caesar, his eyes flashing dangerously.

'You got it,' said Caius, 'its war, baby, waaaaaaaaar.' He tried to growl. But it came out like a, well, nothing.

Caesar pulled his shirt out. Calphurnia closed her eyes, and Antony tried hard not to look away, which would have been considered rude.

'Swimming time,' he said.

Caius smiled, taking off his own shirt to reveal a well toned chest, for someone so thin anyway. 'You've got the falling sickness,' he said, 'no chance for you.'

Brutus shut his eyes tight. These guys were almost naked!

'Yeah, well, my doctor got rid of it,' said Caesar, 'he's really smart.'

Damn him, thought Caius, but out loud said, 'Smarter than your doctor back in Rome, at least.'

'Very much so,' said Caesar, 'may we start the swim now?'

'That would be my pleasure,' said Caius. And he plunged in, with Caesar right behind him.

They swam and they swam. Powerful breaststrokes pushed the water in front of them to what seemed like light-years behind. They ignored the call of their bodies, which were telling them to stop, that the journey might kill them, that losing didn't matter, that staying alive was what mattered. But they had to defeat the other, had to prove that they were stronger, no matter how much their bodies were forced to suffer. More strong pushes forced them forward and forward….and forward…more pushes, more pushes….

Huffing and puffing, panting and panting, swimming and swimming, they reached a centimetre ahead. The pool was a whole fifteen metres long. This meant one-thousand-four-hundred-and-ninety-nine centimetres were still left.

Could they do it?

Who would win?

The suspense…oh the suspense!

'Julius!' screeched Antony, waving his flag at the topmost point at the stands.

'Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssssssiussssssssssssssssssssss!' screamed the cheerleaders.

'Cas,' said Portia, waving her flag around.

'Peace,' said Brutus happily. Oh, how pretty the water was!

'CAESAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!' cheered half-the-crowd.

'CAAAAAAAAASSSSIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' cheered the other half.

With all this cheering, plus their own effort, another centimetre was crossed.

'Will they survive?' the crowd cried, for the one-thousandth and fivety-second time.

'No,' said one half of the crowd, as the other half screamed, 'yes they will!'

'Joooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!' Antony yelled, watching water fly in all directions due to the splashing and splashing of arms and legs…

Nine millimetres…

Nine point five millimetres...

Nine and three quarters…

Nine point nine nine nine nine millimetres…

YES!!!! Another centimetre crossed.

Caius ignored the call of his ribs, telling him to stop. How they hurt! How they pained!

Caesar, on the other hand, ignored the call of his thighs, and not his ribs! How nice his ribs felt, but oh, how his thighs, oh how his tired thighs made him want to die!

But no, defeating the enemy was much more important…his power had to be proven…

Back in the stands, the flags flew, the wind playing with them and turning them according to its will.

'Jooooooooooooooooooo!' 'Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!' 'Peace.' -were now the only sounds that could be heard. Apart from the wind, that is, which made funny sounds, still, according to its will.

The sunshine quickly died away, and the clear sky faded into dull grey clouds. The wind was growing stronger and stronger. People's hats and plastic hot-dogs flew away into the endless horizon…far far away they went. The wind then played cruelly with people's hair, making of them the messiest mess that was humanly imaginable. The wind finally struck the clouds, forcing them to shed all the water in them, which was quite a lot. The clouds disappeared into heavy rain, causing fog, causing mist. Nothing could be seen. Everyone squinted, but no, the swimmers, who swam ever so fast, were impossible to see…

Minutes passed…hours passed…days passed…people had to survive on the few plastic dogs that hadn't flown away…and the sunshine slowly returned.

Oh yes, oh yes, a whole metre…wait nothing was crossed. Two men splashing around and not getting anywhere was all that could be seen.

I ate a plastic dog to see this? Calphurnia thought. Oh well, at least the tickets were free.

'Joooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!' Antony had still not lost hope. Julius would win…he had to…

'Cassss! Move!' Portia ordered.

'Peace?' said Brutus hopefully.

'Time out,' said the fairy godmother. And everyone had to agree.

Caius and Caesar stepped slowly out of the water for a break.

'I don't have the heart to tell them that the water is only three feet deep,' the fairy whispered into Portia's ear as the two of them went to greet Caius.

'Awwww, man,' our hero gasped, 'that was dead tiring…thank god for this break.'

'Cassius!' the cheerleaders screamed.

'Thanks for the support guys,' said Caius, wiping the sweat of his forehead, realizing that the "sweat" was in fact water, as he had just been "swimming", and took a towel and started wiping himself instead.

'So,' said Portia, 'you must be really tired.'

'Yeah, that Caesar aint easy to beat. Tough, tough competition…'

'You poor thing,' said his fairy, though obviously not meaning it.

'Yeah,' said Caius, his chest heaving up and down like a bulldozer. But then all of a sudden, his eyes narrowed and went up up and away at the same time. He was staring pointedly a fixed point behind the fairy and Portia's back.

Portia immediately turned around, 'Oh, Titinius, its you.'

'Hello,' said Titinius, 'hey Cassius, I do hope you'll win.'

'Liar,' said Caius.

'No, really,' said the ex, 'I honestly mean it. I just wanted to wish you good luck. Hi fairy godmother! Hey Portia! Um, so that's all I wanted to say, really. So, uh good luck then. I'll see you later, I guess.' And he walked away.

'Well,' said Portia, 'now you have more people on your side. See, everyone likes you.' she hoped that her friend wouldn't notice the flock of admirers flocked around his opponent.

'Why him of all people?' Caius asked.

'I'm sure he feels really bad about breaking your heart and all,' Portia said, 'maybe this is his way of showing that he's sorry, and that its not his fault.'

'He doesn't have to be so formal, so stiff about it,' said Caius, 'but then, this is the real him, not the love potion operating through his body, but whatver…'

'Yeah,' said Portia.

'And he's just Titinius, no big deal really…'

"And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you
And it's the stars
The stars that lie to you"