A/N – Well, I had said that I'd finish this story within one lifetime. Why I am explaining myself to nonexistent readers of this story, I do not know. And to those who care, I got a 94 percent on my board exam. Yay me!

And now I'm in a dilemma. Should I pair up Cassius and Brutus, or Cassius and Titinius? Tell me in your review!

Anyway, do review. Otherwise you'll get an unwanted ending. And tell me if you find any mistakes, I haven't spell checked this at least ten times, like I normally do.

We have already seen the extreme passion our hero has for school on normal days. It is therefore, hardly necessary to describe what he felt for school on holidays.

Tears fell out of his eyes and fell into his nose through the cavity that connected them both. The nasal cavity was further connected to his ears through a Eustachian tube and reminded him of how much he hated biology.

'And dissecting animals is murder,' he said.

'Its also banned by the government at school level so as to not hurt the sentiments of little children,' Portia reminded him.

'Your point being?' said Caius.

'Quit complaining.'

'Point taken,' said Caius. He drummed his fingers on his desk which had the lyrics of a bad-worded rap song carved into it. He wondered why he had wasted so much of his precious time making them up when they obviously made no sense. He wished he could've been a proper rapper but then decided that he didn't fall into depression and to land up in jail for murder. He would just be a peaceful listener. (Plus, he had tried to rap once, and people had cried and had thrown things at him. Another childhood dream lands up, yet again, in the dustbin.)

He was about to tell Portia his plan when Shakespeare entered the room.

'I see you have all received my message and have arrived on time,' he said gravely. His hands were folded together and his eyes were narrowed. And then, all of a sudden, he opened his eyes as widely as possible and winked at the class. He was hoping that someone would notice his brand new mascara which had cost a lot of money. Nobody did and it was assumed that he had dark-circles due to lack of sleep. His abrupt winking was attributed the same reason.

'We obviously received your message, sir. You had delivered the message personally,' Caius reminded him.

'Yes, but not to everyone,' replied Shakespeare angrily. He had a right to be angry, for the students were furious. Most of them were standing on their desks and screaming.

'How come you didn't invite me personally!' screamed Antony, 'that cold e-mail forward was not appreciated!' He threw a paper ball on Shakespeare's bald head.

'Neither was that,' said Shakespeare, rubbing his head, 'how many of you know why you are here on a beautiful Sunday morning which would have, under normal circumstances, been wasted on sleep?'

'The forward said it was for a very important reason,' said Antony.

'The forward was absolutely correct,' said Shakespeare.

'It's because you have converted to Buddhism and we're all going to be reborn,' said Caius quickly.

'Thanks for the spoiler, Cassius,' said Shakespeare sarcastically. But the sarcasm didn't help and the damage was done.

If people had been standing on their desks and screaming earlier, they were now standing on each other's heads and emitting strange ear-piercing, high-pitched noises that sounded like an uglier version of police sirens.

Shakespeare winced and tried to calm everybody down. He finally gave up and told Portia to give the class the details,

'I'll send you all an email about this later,' she told the class and left. Everybody else got off their friends' heads and followed suit.

Caius, instead followed Shakespeare to the staff room.

He looked in through the window and saw Shakespeare sitting alone in the room, drinking a cup of tea. He entered into the room and was surprised to see that it was lighted by baby-blue light bubs and was decorated with a Garfield wallpaper and thousands of inaccurate self-portraits of Professor RoboDude.

'This is so sudden,' he told Shakespeare.

'I know, I know, but what was I supposed to do? You were all so bored here. And your education is nearly complete now. I think you are all ready for a fresh start.'

'It took you long enough to decide that we needed one,' said Caius.

'Fairly long, yes,' agreed Shakespeare.

'But this isn't really heaven,' said Caius, 'what about all the hard work that went into proving that?'

'You'll get to your real heaven after you attain Nirvana,' said Shakespeare.

'I don't know what you mean by that, but I'm sort of disappointed. Nothing happened in my love life.'

'You have the rest of your existence to worry about that.'

'I'll be around even a million years later. Don't tell me I'll develop a love life then.'

'You will if you're lucky.'

'What do you mean?' asked Caius, shocked.

'I was joking. I'm sure things will work out. But you only have two days time.'

'WHAT?'

'You have two days time. After that you will be reincarnated. Sort things out by then.'

'I can't possibly do that! I couldn't do anything in over two-thousand years. And now you're giving me two days! How do you know things will work out?'

'Well, now you have a time limit, so you'll get to work.'

'And what am I supposed to do? Follow an evil plan to rip apart my two best friends. You know I'm kinda bad, but I'm not evil. I'm not a villain. Plus, I need all the karma I can get.'

'But you have to do a lot of work in two days. Now get going. I am only wasting your time.'

Caius wanted to shout at the old man in front of him, to hit him with the cup of tea he was drinking, but then realized that it would make him look like he had a bad temper. And now that karma existed, and there was no such thing as a "happily ever after in heaven". Such things mattered.

Caius left the room without protesting, but slammed the door loudly on Shakespeare's face, hoping that the act would not earn him any minus marks.

He had passed through the gates of school when he saw Titinius leaning against a wall checking his messages.

'Hi,' said Caius.

'Hey,' said Titinius, 'I can check my email on my mobile now.'

Caius took a peek at his ex's phone. It (the phone) was well over two years old but Caius chose not to tell him that.

'That's really nice,' lied Caius, who had been checking his mail on his phone ever since he had been born.

'I know,' said Titinius, straightening his tie. 'Oh, look, I have a message from Portia. What would she want to say to me?'

'We may never know,' said Caius.

Titinius raised his eyebrows at Caius and said, 'Sometimes, I don't get you.'

'I was trying to be funny,' explained Caius. His sense of humour was poorly developed and he did not need reminding of that.

Titinius shrugged, gave Caius a half-smile and, 'We won't know what it says unless I check. Oh, darn, it's a stupid forward. I hate forwards. There was this one which said that if I didn't forward it to everyone on my list, I would fail my exam.'

'And?'

'I didn't have anyone on my list.'

'What about your exam?'

'I topped the class yet again,' said Titinius proudly.

'So obviously the forward was a hoax.'

'Obviously,' said Titinius, pursing his lips in thought. He decided that, technically, he had forwarded the email to everyone, that is to no one, on his list. Hence, he had passed. But explaining that to Caius would involve more time and effort than he could afford. After all, he had only two days.

Titnius opened the message and read it aloud,

'Dear whoever you are,

It is with deepest regret that I inform you that you are all going to be reborn on earth due to special circumstances. All this will be based on your so called "karma", so I hope you have all done your good deed for the day. The exact date for the reincarnation is unknown, although I am positive that Caius Cassius, and for some reason, Titinius, are aware of it. I shall miss you all.

-Portia Catonis.'

'That's not a forward,' said Caius. 'Portia wrote it herself. You don't have to look so sad. Someone remembered you.'

'Whatever,' said Titinius, 'it also says -

PS. Please forward this to everyone you know. I've lost my diary (the one with all my contacts' contact numbers in them.) Thanks, Tity.'

'But you don't have any contacts,' said Caius worriedly.

'I never bothered to note down anybody's email, for some reason.'

'So what will you do now? Portia is depending on you to spread the message.'

Titinius sighed. 'Why would she tell me to tell everybody?'

'I don't know, it's your responsibility now,' said Caius. He was about to run away when Titinius said, 'Unless I pass it on to you.'

Caius then did run away.

A minute later, his phone rang.

"Luver-boy Sexy-sexy Tity" was calling. Caius cringed and wondered why he had never bothered to change the name under which Titinius' number had been stored. He made a mental-note to do it later and decided that Titinius was not really sexy and that the inspiration that had made him write that he was so had been a product of his overworked imagination.

He waited for three rings so that he would not sound too desperate and then said,

'Yeah?'

'Listen, I don't have enough friends to forward this message to, will you do it for me?'

'I am not your slave, luver bo – I mean Tity – I mean Titinius. Titinius.'

'Yeah, I'm Titinius,' said Titinius from the other end, 'you ran away before I could tell you to spread the message.'

'I have better things to do, Titinius,' said Caius, 'there's this really important meeting I have to be at in five minutes so -,'

'Meeting? But you don't even have a job!'

'What do you know?'

'Fine, we'll split the job in half?'

Caius was astounded at Titinius' stupidity. How could such a job be split in half? How? It would only cause more confusion. It would be a waste of time.

He hung up on him.

He looked at the sky for two minutes and then whispered dramatically, 'Two days left. Day one begins.'

And then, out of the blue, his phone started ringing again. It was a number that seemed vaguely familiar, but Caius could not quite place it. He could remember dialing it more than once, however.

'Yeah?' he said, picking it up.

'Hello,' said a cool female voice that sounded as if it was computer-generated.

'Hi,' replied Caius. He had not heard that voice before.

'I am a new villain to this story, also upset due to lack of my importance to the plot. No body ever ships me with anyone and I haven't had a date for such a long time, because everyone thinks I am a loser.'

'So what villain-like thing did you do?'

'I have destroyed your love-life.'

'And what do you know about my love life?'

'I have read your diary.'

'WHAT? That's not a very nice thing to do, you know! And I didn't keep it lying around this time. I had devised a very clever password. You needed to know that to open it. Hence, I conclude that you are a liar.'

'You mean your name, Cassius? Yes, yes, a very clever password. It took me an entire minute to guess it.' The voice then laughed cruelly.

Caius bit his lower lip. It had taken him a couple of months to think of a suitable password for his diary. He wanted to cry, but then realized that the voice did sound familiar. Like he heard it every day. It wasn't Portia's, that was for sure. Her voice wasn't cold and robotic. And Calphurnia wasn't going to bother herself with such unimportant and not to mention, completely stupid, matters.

And it wasn't like he, Cassius, was ever shipped with anybody, being such an insignificant fictional character himself.

Then a loud booming voice came out of nowhere, 'YOU LOT ARE GOING TO BE REBORN. END OF STORY. GOODBYE. AND TITINIUS, YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ANYONE ANYTHING. THIS IS PORTIA, BY THE WAY. I LOVE YOU ALL.'

And then the screaming started.

Caius sighed loudly, but didnt manage to block the screaming which was deafening. His ears hurt, but he ignored the feeling and pretended that he was sitting in an aerplane. He was thinking of spending all his money on chocolate since he was allowed to carry neither weight nor gold through different dimensions.

He turned around to see that Titinius was standing right in front of him.

They were nose-to-nose and Caius wondered if he had remembered to brush his teeth that morning. Since Titinius wasn't making a disgusted face, he assumed that he had.

'Well, that frees me from the responsibility,' Titinius said.

'Indeed it does,' said Caius.

'I have ten million rupees - for I have absolutely no idea what Roman currency is called - saved up in the bank and I don't know what to do with them.'

'Wow. I had to survive on fifty rupees a week. I used to draw unemployment money from the government.'

'You can do that? Silly me. I've worked so hard and saved all this for nothing.'

'I suggest you go on a shopping spree and buy fattening foods.'

Titinius frowned, 'I have never shopped in my life before. My mum used to do it for me. The flowery dresses she bought me sometimes were't very flattering, though.

'Then I must help you!' said Caius, who prided his ability to waste money above everything else.

And so, Caius and Titinius went shopping. They bought a variety of outfits (expensive, branded ones), ridiculously priced perfumes which smelt like oranges, roses, lilies, yellow daffodils on a wide open field which stretched on and on till the endless horizon, under a clear, sunny blue sky, pineapples, pomegranates with a hint of green apple, rotten fish, and that perfume branded under the name of Paris Hilton. They ate at an Italian restaurant (it might've been a French one, but our heroes didnt know any foreign languages and failed to understand the sign outside the restaurant) where miniscule portions of food were served on silver platters at an unbelievable price. But the variety of forks and spoons there was rather interesting and they amused themselves by examining them and making them walk and talk at the same time and they sneaked some into their pockets when the waiters weren't looking. Then they left the restaurant after tipping the waiter a million rupees and ate at McDonalds. They then saw models of dinosaurs at the museum. After that, they went to the amusement park and ate popcorn loaded with caramel. They then went on a roller-coaster which reduced Titinius to tears. To cheer him up, Caius bought them both rich chocolate-chip ice creams with the little money he had.

It was late evening when they decided to part. The sun was halfway down, and could be seen clearly in the horizon. The sky was a beautiful shade of lilac. The clouds were a bright orange colour which made them look happy and content. A soft breeze played with the leaves on the tall flowering trees of early spring, which were decorated with large pink and yellow flowers which shone with the pale rays of the setting sun and let out a fragrance which made them both feel rather drugged.

'I really haven't stayed on my diet,' said Titinius.

'It doesn't really matter,' said Caius. He felt at peace with the universe and thought that a new life, a new chance to live and to do new things would only make things more beautiful. He also felt like burping. The coke hadn't done him much good.

Then Casca came out of nowhere. He offered them two glasses of lemonade.

'I have learnt how to cook,' he announced.

'Making lemonade counts as cooking?' said Caius, surprised. This was news. Why hadn't he ever tried to make lemonade and to thus use his cooking skills to impress people? Especially good-looking people.

Caius took a glass.

'No, not that one, Cas, that one has very little sugar. Our dearest Tity is on a diet.'

'Not anymore,' said Tity, but he took his own glass from Caius nevertheless.

Caius took his own glass and took a sip. He hastily spat it out.

'You didn't like it?' pouted Casca. The pout did not suit him.

'No, no, I loved it. I spat it out because it was too good for me.'

'Thank you. It's a recipe I developed on my own. Water and yellow colouring substance. Clever me. Who would ever think I had all this talent buried inside me?'

Titinius, however drank his entire glass in one go. He staggered, but only for a few seconds, and then stood still and clutched his head.

'What happened?' asked Caius.

'I…argh…stupid me. I've got to go.' He looked down at his shirt which was pink with white flowers and had ice-cream stains on it and immediately left without any "goodbyes".

'That was rude,' said Caius, watching Titinius walk towards his home very stiffly.

He then looked at the glass, Titinius' glass of "lemonade", which was now in Casca's hand. He then looked at Titinius turned back, walking down the street. He then remembered the robotic woman's voice.

He knew where he had heard her accent before, and how it would have managed to poison Titinius' drink.

'Casca,' he said sharply, 'you don't have a robot-like sister do you?'

-END OF DAY ONE-

-Dramatic sound effects-

A/N - I hope at least one person has read this story. Please review. I know I never update, but it's not my fault. I'm a busy person.