Title: Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow
Author: Shinigami195
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: More Relena Bashing, more of my strange sense of humour,
Disclaimer: Don’t own GW or Shakespeare!
Pairings: 1x2x1
Notes: More of a copy in this. This Chapter is basically Act 2, Scene 2, but with Heero and Duo instead of Romeo and Juliet. Sorry about that and I’ll try and make it more interesting next time!
ACT TWO
Duo groaned in his bed and pushed himself up. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand wondering what on Earth had woken him up so early in the morning. It was still dark outside for fuck sake.
“Ohayo.”
Duo lowered his hand and glared at the small lamp that was alit in the far corner of the room by the desk and chair. On the chair sat no other than Heero Yuy himself.
“What time is it?” Duo asked groggily.
“Half four.” Heero stated calmly.
“What the fuck!” Duo yelled and then he flopped on to the bed. “Wake me at seven.” He told Heero before shutting his eyes and trying to go back to sleep.
“Duo.” Heero stood and grabbed Duo’s shoulders shaking the boy awake.
“Whatcha want!?” Duo wined.
“We need to practice our Balcony Scene.”
“So? She wont pick us any way!”
“Why not?”
“Cause we acted yesterday and it wouldn’t be fair.” Duo pointed out pushing Heero away and rolling on to his front and stuck his head up the pillow.
“I don’t care! We’re are practicing now!” And with a growl Heero grabbed Duo’s legs and pulled him out of the warm bed.
“HAY!”
Heero blushed bright red and turned away, he didn’t know Duo went to bed with nothing on!
Duo scrambled to pull the blanket around his waist, he was also blushing red.
“Gomen Duo. I didn’t mean too.”
Duo quickly dressed and glared at Heero’s back.
“I’m awake now!”
Heero turned back and eyed Duo up. He was wearing his usual black clothes.
Duo picked up his copy of Romeo and Juliet and flopped on to his bed.
“Ok, Romeo. Go!”
Heero sat down on the bed be side the stretched out Duo.
“He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.”
Duo gazed into Heero’s eyes and although Heero was reading from the book and didn’t really care about Duo, or so Duo thought, it still felt like those words were meant for him from Heero. Duo fell into the words, letting them surround him and let the warm feeling grow inside of him.
“It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?”
Like back in the classroom Heero’s voice was no longer emotionless or dull. Instead it held a crystal lining to the music that fell from Heero’s sweet lips. It was as if Heero was speaking to the one he loved, a soft tenor holding power in it while still making it sound like a winds breath.
“Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.”
Heero watched as Duo sighed softly and rested his head on the cups of his palms and gazed at Heero with gently violet eyes.
“See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!” Heero moved one hand so that it neared Duo’s flesh, “O, that I were a glove upon that hand,” He retreated suddenly aware of what he was doing. “That I might touch that cheek!”
“Ay me.” Duo breathed, lost in a fantasy world, where there was only him and Heero and the ever-helpful tube of lube.
“She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air.”
“O Heero” Duo breathed.
“Duo?”
“HUH?! What?” Duo suddenly blinked as if coming out of a dream. “What happened?”
“It’s, O Romeo. Not O Heero.”
“Sorry.”
Duo blushed red as he began again.
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.”
“Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?” Heero whispered leaning closer to Duo so he was nearly laying beside Duo on the bed.
“Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague: What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name!” Duo giggled at the ‘Belonging to a man’ Part but controlled himself and sighed the last bit.
Heero watched Duo with heavy eyelids. His braided Duo knew not what he did to Heero and the romance of the scene made Heero want to sleep next to Duo. He could smell Duo’s shampoo, and he could smell Duo’s musky scent and to Heero, this was heaven.
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself.”
“I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo.”
Duo started; caught up in his own speech he had forgotten Heero. Heero was so close to him, he could taste Heero in the air. Duo continued slowly onwards.
“What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?” Duo had to laugh at that, after all Heero had just done the same thing to him a few minutes before.
“By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee; had I it written, I would tear the word.”
“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?.”
“Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.” Duo suddenly wished Heero would talk like these all the time, instead of the horrible tone he normally talked in.
“How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here.”
“With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do that dares love attempt; therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.”
“If they do see thee, they will murder thee.” Duo hissed the words at Heero who smirked back.
“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity.”
“I would not for the world they saw thee here.”
“I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.”
“By whose direction found'st thou out this place?”
“By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far, As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.”
“I am no pilot.” Duo laughed repeating the words. Heero shrugged.
“It’s what it’s says in the script.” Heero told Duo going back to that monotone Duo hated so.
“You are too good to be true Heero Yuy.” Duo said not thinking.
“And you are too beautiful to be anything less than an angel.”
Both suddenly stopped and looked at each other straight in the eyes. Heero was leaning a little over Duo, his hair flopping in front of his face.
“We should return to the book.” Duo managed to get out and Heero nodded.
“Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' and I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, my true love's passion: therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered.” Duo sighed as he finished the long speech, noticing the strange look on Heero’s face. Perhaps if it had been on someone else face Duo might of recognized it as one of a dreamy look but Heero doesn’t do ‘dreamy looks’ and Duo passed it off as Heero just being tired.
“Lady,” Heero took Duo’s hand gently, “by yonder blessed moon I swear that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—“
Duo snatched his hand away. “O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”
It was then that both Heero and Duo realized the other feelings. And the whole mood in the room deepen and Heero’s voice became deeper and husky.
“What shall I swear by?”
“Do not swear at all; or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self.” The words rolled off Duo’s tongue as Heero leaned over him. “Which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.”
Heero bent in closer, their lips barely apart. “If my heart's dear love…” He tried to kiss Duo but the boy slipped out from under him and was on his feet and standing in the middle of the room.
“Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,” Duo’s eyes laughed at Heero. “I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;”
Heero climbed off the bed and began to walk towards Duo who held up a hand and pushed him back.
“Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be.” Duo continued. “Ere one can say 'it lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.”
Duo pushed Heero to the window through which he came, forcing Heero to either go out of it or sit on the ledge.
“Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest, come to thy heart as that within my breast!” Duo gave a finally push doing nothing to Heero who remained still on the windowsill. Duo turned and walked back to the middle of the room.
The whole scene had become a game for the two pilots.
“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” Heero snapped.
Duo spun round. “What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?”
“The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.”
“I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.”
Heero jumped to the floor, “Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?”
“But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.”
There were sounds of movement out side Duo’s bedroom door (1).
“I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again.”
Duo hurried out of the door to see what was going on.
Heero sighed. “O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard. Being in night, all this is but a dream, too flattering-sweet to be substantial.”
Duo came back in laughing then stopped as he sow Heero.
“Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. If that thy bent of love be honourable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow, by one that I'll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; and all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay And follow thee my lord throughout the world.”
In the script there would be someone yelling, MADAM but that wasn’t the case in this act of the Balcony Scene.
“I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well, I do beseech thee—“
Again, MADAM is heard and Heero hurries forward as someone knocks at Duo’s door.
“By and by, I come:--, To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief: To-morrow will I send.”
“So thrive my soul—“
“A thousand times good night!”
Heero tried to kiss Duo again but Duo darted out the door quickly. Heero backed away to the window.
“A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.”
Duo returned and Heero caught sigh of a blond haired boy out of the door. Quatre. As the door swung shut.
“Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name.” Duo whispered as if fearing that Quatre would hear them.
“It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!”
Heero finally got his kiss though it was only a quick one before Duo pulled back.
“Heero.”
“My Koi?”
“At what o'clock to-morrow shall I send to thee?” Duo asked, laughing gently again.
“At the hour of nine.” Which was true, for that was the time breakfast would be served!
“I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.” The female tone left Duo’s voice as he pushed Heero to the window again.
“Let me stand here till thou remember it.”
“I shall forget, to have thee still stand there, remembering how I love thy company.”
Heero smiled. “And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this.”
“'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.”
“I wish I was that bird.”
“I would I were thy bird.” Duo corrected Heero before going on to read more. “Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say good night till it be morrow.”
And with that Duo fled the room to the waiting Sandrock pilot outside.
“Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.”
Heero exited the window and breathed in the morning crisp air.
Duo was leaning against his bedroom door being watched by Quatre.
Both boys, Heero and Duo, were thinking the same thing.
“He loves me!!!!!”
TBC…
(1) This is where another character is needed. As you can tell I put Quatre in!