Zell's Prince Romeo

Me: LAST CHAPTER!

Zell: And you're happy about that?

Me: No but it means I will be writing a different story once I finish this one. I plan to only write three stories at the one time.

Zell: Oh. I see.

Squall: Will it be a FF8 Story?

Me: Nope. FF10.

Chapter Twelve

Act 4: Scene 1

The backdrop was of a church alter. Seifer (Paris) and Vincent enter. Seifer is wearing black leather trousers and a white shirt, over which he wore a navy blue trench coat. Vincent was wearing a Friars uniform. They both took centre stage.

Vincent: On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.

Seifer: My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

Vincent: You say you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is the course, I like it not.

Seifer: Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous That she doth give her sorrow so much sway, And in his wisdom hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste.

Vincent: Whispering. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Zell enters and stands beside Vincent. Zell is wearing a black long black dress of mourning.

Seifer: Happily met, my lady and my wife!

Zell: That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

Seifer: That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

Zell: What must be shall be.

Vincent: That's a certain text.

Seifer: Come you to make confession to this father?

Zell: To answer that, I should confess to you.

Seifer: Do not deny to him that you love me.

Zell: I will confess to you that I love him.

Seifer: So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

Zell: If I do so, it will be of more price. Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

Seifer: Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.

Zell: The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite.

Seifer: Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.

Zell: That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Seifer: Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

Zell: It may be so, for it is not mine own. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

Vincent: My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

Seifer: God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. Seifer walks up to Zell and kisses him on the lips. Seifer smiles and leaves.

Zell: Shouting. O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

Vincent: Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county.

Zell: Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time, Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. Be not so long to speak; I long to die, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Vincent: Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution. As that is desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry County Paris, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That copest with death himself to scape from it: And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.

Zell: O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Vincent: Vincent pulls out a small bottle from his pocket. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, deprived of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Then, as the manner of our country is, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come: and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And this shall free thee from this present shame; If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Zell: Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!

Vincent: Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Vincent hands the bottle to Zell.

Zell: Love give me strength! And strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! They exit.

Act 5: Scene 3

The backdrop is of a tomb with candles light. Stage left there is a wooden box painted to look like an old stone tomb, which Zell is lying on. He is wearing a long yellow dress with long sleeves with laced. Seifer (Paris), in solider uniform, and Setzer, in a dark blue suit, walked on to the stage.

Seifer: Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof: Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

Setzer: To himself I am almost afraid to stand alone, here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. Setzer leaves.

Seifer: Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-- O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Seifer stands beside the tomb looking at Zell from backstage Tidus whistles (no on can whistle like Tidus can). The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. Seifer hides behind the tomb so that the audience could still see him. Squall and Sora enter, both wearing plain t-shirts. Squall is wearing leather trousers and Sora just plain blue trouser. Sora is holding a mattock and a torch (fake, btw made of coloured paper).

Squall: Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Sora hands over the mattock. Squall reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my lady's face; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Sora: I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Squall: So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.

Sora: Talking to himself For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Sora leaves and Squall walks up to the tomb.

Squall: Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Seifer: To himself This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died; And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Seifer shows himself to Squall and stands in front of him. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

Squall: I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Seifer: I do defy thy conjurations, And apprehend thee for a felon here.

Squall: Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! Both men draw their swords and fight. Setzer walks in.

Setzer: O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch. Setzer leaves again.

Seifer: O, I am slain! Seifer falls to his knees. If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. Seifer falls to the ground, dead.

Squall: In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face. Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? Or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so? O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave; A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Squall drags Seifer to lean against the tomb. Squall kneels down in front of the tomb holding Zell's hand. How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! Squall pulled out a glass bottle and flipped the lid. He drank every drop of the poison. O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. Squall leans to kiss Zell then falls to the floor, lying on his back. Sora and Vincent enter the stage.

Vincent: Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?

Sora: Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

Vincent: Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capel's monument.

Sora: It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love.

Vincent: Who is it?

Sora: Romeo.

Vincent: How long hath he been there?

Sora: Full half an hour.

Vincent: Go with me to the vault.

Sora: I dare not, sir My master knows not but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents.

Vincent: Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me: O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Sora: As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Sora left.

Vincent: Romeo! Vincent walks to Squall. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? Vincent looks around and sees Seifer lying against the tomb. He looks back to Romeo. Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs. Vincent stands up as Zell wakes up.

Zell: O comfortable friar! Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo? Vincent tries to get Zell away from Squall.

Vincent: I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.

Zell: Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Vincent leaves and Zell kneels in front of Squall. What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop To help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make die with a restorative. Zell leans into Squall and kisses him. Thy lips are warm. Noises from backstage could be hear. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! Zell grabbed Squall's dragger and positioned it at his abdomen. This is thy sheath; Zell stabs himself, red blood seeped through the cloth of the dress. There rust, and let me die. Zell falls onto Squall. Sora, Vincent, Setzer and Sephiroth enter the stage.

Sephiroth: What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Cid and Cloud enter and stand beside Sephiroth.

Cid: What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

Cloud: The people in the street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run, With open outcry toward our monument.

Sephiroth: What fear is this which startles in our ears?

Vincent: Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.

Sephiroth: Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.

Cid: O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house Is empty on the back of Montague,-- And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!

Cloud: O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Enters Zidane.

Sephiroth: Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down.

Zidane: Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age?

Sephiroth: Look, and thou shalt see.

Zidane: O thou untaught! what manners is in this? To press before thy father to a grave?

Sephiroth: Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Vincent: I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excused.

Sephiroth: Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

Vincent: I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city, For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd and would have married her perforce To County Paris: then comes she to me, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean To rid her from this second marriage, Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, A sleeping potion; which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, That he should hither come as this dire night, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Being the time the potion's force should cease. But he which bore my letter, Friar John, Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight Return'd my letter back. Then all alone At the prefixed hour of her waking, Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: But when I came, some minute ere the time Of her awaking, here untimely lay The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, And bear this work of heaven with patience: But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; And she, too desperate, would not go with me, But, as it seems, did violence on herself. All this I know; and to the marriage Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, Unto the rigour of severest law.

Sephiroth: We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man? What can he say in this?

Sora: I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threatened me with death, going in the vault, I departed not and left him there.

Sephiroth: Give me the letter; I will look on it. Where is the county's page, that raised the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

Setzer: He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; And by and by my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch.

Sephiroth: This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. And I for winking at your discords too Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.

Cid: O brother Montague, give me thy hand: This is my daughter's jointure, for no more. Can I demand?

Zidane: But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet. Cid and Zidane hug.

Cid: As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Sephiroth: A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. The curtains fell.

The whole crowd stood up cheering wildly. The curtains came up and the whole cast took a bow. Then each cast member walked to the front and bowed. When it came to Zell and Squall they went up together, holding hands, they both smiled happily. Squall held up his hand to quieten the audience, who took their seats. "I have an announcement to make that will surprise a lot of you. Well except Seifer." Squall looked at Seifer and nodded.

Seifer thought for a moment what it was about then dug a small box out of his pocket. He handed it to Squall. "Good lucky." Seifer whispered into Squall's ear.

Seifer moved out of the way and Squall stood in front of Zell. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Squall smiled at him and opened the box and got down on one knee. Squall cleared his throat. "Zell Dincht, will you marry me?" Squall asked.

Zell froze on the spot. He had been wishing something like this would happen, or else he would have asked Squall himself. But he didn't think it would be like this, surrounded by people, all eyes on him. Zell smiled at Squall, who was looking a light tense. Zell pulled Squall to his feet. "Of course I'll marry you." Squall relaxed and lightly kissed Zell on the lips.

Everyone around the pair cheered or clapped. Selphie walked onto the stage and stood in front of Squall and Zell. "Let me be the finish to say congratulations and give you both a big hug." Selphie grabbed Zell and hugged him tightly. She released him and grabbed Squall and hugged him. When she pulled away her eyes shined with unshed tears. "I love weddings!"

Me: Awwwwwwww. I thought that was a good place as any to end this story. I hoped you all liked it. I would now like to thank each reviewer personally, in order of who reviewed.

Non de plume: You were my first ever reviewer and I will love you forever for that. I'm glad you enjoy my story so much. I thought Zell in a dress was hot. And I'm so glad you like all my side conversations. Oh and yeah something kinky.

Rogue Almightly: I liked writing the shower scene, I mean, you can't lose having two hot naked men in the shower, together. Thanks for recommending me to people. I was going to add Haru but at the time I was reading a gravitation fanfic so Hiro kind of high jacked my mind.

Lanfear30: Thank you for all the support and praise you have given me. Thanks.

Yukito: You only reviewed once but I'm still glad you did. And yeah I like torturing my character. A lot!

QueenAdreena: I'm with you on the smut part. I love it. Yeah, about the rape I have no idea where that came from. No at all ::points to perverted friend:: His idea not mine, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy writing it. Porn rock, well gay porn anyway.

Chandrakan: Yeah I did make it kind of easy for them to get together. Oh well what done is done. You remember about all my cookies and lollipops I handed out. I like Selphie having an evil streak, it's so much fun. I really enjoyed reading your stories too.

T: Thank you. I know my story do see to start off a bit rough but get better each chapter. I better shut up now or I'll sound like some arrogant person.

Phwee? Yami hobo: Don't worry. I'm like hyper 24/7. I did use the fly swatter you gave me. I think I got rid of all the 'bug'. By the way hobo is my favourite word.

Kerith Verlaque Easdon: Ahh! Kerith old buddy old pal. How you been? Aren't you glad I old you about the wonderful world off yaoi. I'm glad I got a lot of reviews from you. Oh when are you updating, I'm waiting for some vampire action. I know I love my smut even though I can't write it. I am so cruel.

Torahiko: I loved the Romeo and Juliet play. To tell you the truth I hadn't read the whole play before I even started this story.

Master of Truth: I love the bit where Rinoa dies. I'm the same, I hated her guts in the game.

Little-kuponut: Alice my little blonde friend. How you been? Aren't you a little young to be reading my stories. Anyway thanks for the review sweetie.

Shine: I was thinking of writing a lemon with Zell as seme but then I got distracted by the play. ::shrugs:: Oh well.

Tikigirl123: Yes I am a girl and I've been a girl for 16 years. But I am a boyish girl. I like Suguru he's pretty. I think I will read your story. I do like stories that are not yaoi as long as the plot catches me.

Last but not least Selphiefan 89: Thanks you so much. I wasn't really trying for a porno fic. Not exactly my scene, kind of, but no exactly.

Me: Thank you all so much. Please review and tell me if you would like to see me continue writing other stories. Peace Out all! ::kisses everyone:: YAY!