Author: munky
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Tybalt + Mercutio, Romeo + Juliet
Genre: AU, romance, fluff, het, and slash too, yeah.
Archive: MCY, Slashers Unite, Rareslash, and anyone who wants this can have it. Just ask first.
Author notes: Evil plot bunnies have bitten me! See?! ::sticks out arm so the audience can see the swelling bruise on her wrist:: Now I've slashed a classic�::hears Shakespeare rolling in his grave and shivers:: I suppose hell has already reserved a spot for me�::sighs and wanders away::
Disclaimer: Not mine. No sacrilege intended. Please don't sue me.

The bright harvest moon hung heavy and low in the sky, its' silver light illuminating the night as bright as day. Tybalt Capulet sighed low in his throat as he sat perched on the railing of the balcony that jutted out from his room. Tonight was downright beautiful, but Tybalt hardly noticed. Other problems weighed on his shoulders, ones that he was trying to escape now, in the coolness of the night.

'Mercutio Montague, how dare thee infatuate my senses so fully, you damnably angelic cur? I would sacrifice my name and title just to hold thee in my arms. Alas, if it was known.'

A rustle in the bushes nearby startled the volatile tempered young man from his thoughts. Perhaps Mercutio knew of his feelings and had come to duel him? Alternatively, could he have come to serenade him? He peered closer to look and came almost face to face with that damnable rouge, Romeo.

"Sir, I implore thee. What is't thy business and what reason doest I have to not sound an alarm?" Tybalt sneered, staring down at the young man's bewildered face.

"A Capulet other than mine fairest star. Oh how I have gravely miscalculated this night!" Romeo bemoaned, shaking slightly in fear of being found out.

" 'Thy fairest star?' You then seek my cousin, the fair Juliet, hated Montigue? Despite the fact that many of us Capulets would see you struck down? Ah, what a sweet folly is love, 'tis enough to make a normal man a god." Tybalt was amazed, and his words were sincere, if laced with an ironic sort of bitterness.

"Then you knowest not the true meaning of love, Tybalt. Juliet is my life, my very breath, and I would surely die without the visage of her sweet face in my mind!" Romeo was determined, his voice now impassioned as he spoke of his love.

"Thy words wound me, young menace. I have tasted the sweet vintage of love, true enough, but cannot reveal it, for mine love is more than forbidden. My love shalt send my eternal soul to damnation."

"If thy love is so strong, then damnation should forever be worth the briefest touch of infatuation's kiss." Romeo's eyes glared rebellion at him, even as he watched Tybalt's shoulders droop in defeat.

"Never thee mind. Go to thy love, Montague. I shalt turn a blind eye to thy presence. Go." With that, Tybalt dropped back down to the balcony and walked into the house.

Romeo watched Tybalt's defeated departing form, a twist of charitable sympathy knotting in his belly. Then he disappeared back into the bushes, as silent as the cool of the growing night.

Additional Author notes: Tell me what you think! Comments and helpful criticism is adored and can be sent my noodle-slurping way, while flames will be fed to my evil black kitty and eventually end up in her litterbox where they belong!

Bai-bai!
munky