Finally, my entry for the contest!
The Adventures of Super Kimi and Wonder Sama Presents:
Romeo and Juliet
A hushed silence descended, a comfortable looking chair being lit up with a spot light, a large tome sitting on it, collecting dust.
There was a few minutes of silence, then hurried muttering from off stage.
"Kimi, go!" Sama said hurriedly to the hero, "You're the Chorus! You start everything!"
Kimi sighed, flipping through a manga, then looked up at her sidekick, "Chorus? Psh, like that's important."
"It's one of the most important parts for any play!" Sama argued, "Now hurry!"
The heroine sighed, and floated out, looking to the chair and the giant book.
"I have to read from that?" Kimi wondered, glancing back offstage.
"No..." Sama shouted back, still offstage, "Just...read the cue cards!"
Kimi sighed, "Whatever...Okay then."
She coughed, and started up.
"Okay, see, their was these two rival families, The Spoons and The Sporks. Both were pretty prominent, but they had a big rivalry. It had been going on for a few generations. But two of the recent kids, see, were 'star crossed lovers' or something, and they would be destined to bring the two families together."
Kimi raised an eyebrow and glanced back towards offstage, "Okay, I'm done, can I read my manga now?"
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It was an outside market, vendors selling food, toys, miscellaneous items, and a bunch of other things. Two people were walking down it. One had spiky red hair and a black jacket, and went by the name of Jack Spicer. Next to him was a shorter guy with black hair in a bowl cut, Mandark.
"Psh, well, if I saw any of 'em Spoons, I would show them a thing or two!" Jack Spicer grinned, punching the air, "Yah! That's it!"
"Looks like you'll get your chance," Mandark grinned, "There are two of them right now!"
Mandark pointed off not to far, where two other figures, Fred Flintstone and Tony the Tiger were out.
"Nyeh!" Jack shouted, making a face at the two. There was a small lull, and Fred glanced at them, seeing Jack make a face.
"HEY!" Fred yelled, and he and Tony advanced on Jack and Mandark, "Were you making a face at us?"
Jack gulped, and looked to Mandark, "Well, yes, I made a face, but not at you!"
"Did you make a face at us?" Tony growled, glaring down at the Sporks.
"Yes, I made a face, but not at you!" Jack protested, waving his hands.
The four argued, and soon, were fighting in the streets.
"Furry freak!"
"Sissy boy!"
"Neanderthal!"
"Bowl head!"
"STOP IT!"
The four paused in their brawl, as a young man wearing a frying pan, a red cape, and a guitar on his back appeared, pointing at them, "Stop this stupid feuding!"
"Ah, what do we care about what you say?" Fred said, "You're a Spork!"
"Come now," Tinman said, "I'm just trying to keep the peace. Way to hard to practice my guitar with a fight going on."
"Just like a Spork..." a voice chuckled, and Rowen turned from an alleyway, "Draw your sword Tinman, and look upon your death!"
Tinman pulled out his sword, warily, "Come now Rowen...I'm just looking to stop the fighting...Give me a break. Just want some peace and quiet."
"Peace?" Rowen chuckled, shaking his head, "I hate peace, as much as I hate you Sporks...I shall slice you down, coward!"
Rowen and Tinman clashed swords, circling each other warily, eyeing each other up.
As they fought, onlookers began to appear, angry onlookers.
"Come on! You Spoons and Sporks fight all the time!" one shouted from the crowd, "You disturb our markets, ruin our picnics, make rude remarks, spoil our crops, and you caused global warming!"
There was a pause, and some hurried whispering.
"Okay, maybe not that last one, but it's still getting really annoying dealing with you people!"
And then, walking down the street came Lord and Lady Spoon.
"Hey, what's going on?" Spoon said, looking at the fighting, "Ahah! Mojohanna, give me my sword!"
"What, why?" Mojohanna asked, "You shouldn't be fighting!"
"But I see that Spork approaching, and he'll mock me for not having my weapon!" Spoon argued. "Come onnnnnn...Please?"
Indeed, Lord and Lady Spork had appeared, glaring at the Spoons from across the streets.
"It is Spoon!" Spork shouted, "I shall show him a thing or two! Muhahahaha!"
"Quiet," Crystal Rose said with a sigh, "Don't cause any more trouble..."
"Humph..."
Everyone paused, as a sunglasses wearing young man walked forward, glaring at the Spoons and the Sporks, "More fighting?"
Phazon sighed, shaking his head, "Since having Spoon being the head of this city would break down the metaphor, I, as the leader of this fair city, must set my foot down! Spoons, Sporks, I've had enough of this foolish fighting! Anyone else of these two families who starts a fight again will from now on pay the ultimate price...Is that understood?"
Their was grumbling from the two sides, and everyone began to break up, though Lord and Lady Spork stayed, as Tinman walked over to them.
"What happened?" Spork wondered, looking towards Tinman.
"More fighting..." Tinman sighed. "I tried to stop it, but then Rowen appeared and challenged me..."
Spork frowned, but Crystal stepped forward, "Oh, Hammah wasn't in that fight, was he? I haven't seen him for a while, and he looked sad..."
"He wasn't in the fight," Tinman answered, "But I haven't seen him all day. If I see him though, I'll make sure to try and help cheer him up."
Crystal smiled happily, and she and Spork headed off.
Tinman frowned, shaking his head. Today wasn't going to be a good day...
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It was later in the day, and a young, reddish-blonde haired male was leaning against the wall.
Hammah sighed softly, playing around with a tennis ball, bouncing it against the wall, catching it, then repeating the process.
"Hey, Hammah."
Hammah paused, and glanced upwards, and saw Tinman, was looking over at Hammah from the wall.
"Hey Tinman..." Hammah sighed, throwing the ball and catching it again.
"Dude, what's wrong? You seem down," Tinman wondered, hopping over the wall and landing carefully, walking over to the fellow Spork.
"It's nothing..." Hammah mumbled, "Just...I can't find Thaddius...I think he ran off somewhere. I'm worried one of the Spoons might have gotten their hands on him."
Tinman frowned, shaking his head, "Well then, come on, I'll help you look for him, okay?"
Hammah sighed softly, catching the ball, then stood straight, "Alright then..."
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At the large and extravagant house of the Spoons, a young man with very messy hair was talking to Lord Spoon.
"I heard about the rumble in the streets earlier," Count Sama said, "You and Spork are both good guys, seems a shame to be fighting all the time."
"Yah..." Spoon said, shaking his head, "Hopefully we will be able to keep the peace, with Prince Phazon's proclamation."
"Of course," Sama said, "Now, tell me, have you given any thought to my offer?"
Spoon sighed, "I don't know...She is still young...Maybe when she is older, she will make a better bride. But for now, I have to say no...Unless you can get her consent. We are having a party tonight, so why don't you come? She can meet you."
Sama grinned brightly, and nodded, standing up, "Sounds great! I'll be sure to come!"
Lord Spoon then turned to a nearby assistant, speaking to him, and handing him a stack of letters, "Go, deliver these messages to the other nobles, except those Sporks, of course. Lousy people didn't invite us to their last shindig."
"Of course," the servant said, and ran off, and headed into the alleyway.
Within that same alleyway walked Hammah and Tinman, who were discussing things and trying to find Thaddius.
The servant hurried along, and suddenly ran into Hammah, the two falling backwards, the letters scattering everywhere.
"Sorry!" Hammah shouted, Tinman gathering the letters and handing them to the servant, who huffed, then ran off once retrieving the letters.
"Geez...try to be nice..." Hammah muttered, then looked around, "So this is where the Spoons live...How are we going to get into their house?"
Tinman grinned, holding up a piece of paper, and tossing a ripped envelope off to the side.
"Easy...They're throwing a party tonight," Tinman answered, "A masked party. We'll be able to sneak in unnoticed! Though we better get Avenger in on this...He'd never forgive us if we didn't."
Hammah grinned, "Alright! We better get him and go get ready!"
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Amelie sighed, leaning against a window frame and looking outside, with a frown.
"Amelie!" a voice shouted out. Lady Spoon, Mojohanna.
"She's in her room," another voice, Nurse Tazzy said, "What do you want her for?"
There was a lot of talking, and the door opened, Mojohanna and Tazzy stepping in.
"Amelie...You've heard of Lord Sama, haven't you? What do you think of him?" Mojohanna wondered, looking towards the blonde.
"I've never met him..." Amelie answered, "Why?"
"Well, you will! He will be at the party tonight," Mojohanna grinned.
Amelie frowned, "Alright then..."
Mojohanna turned around and left, leaving Amelie alone with her nurse, Tazzy. "Well I have to go make sure everything is ready for tonight!"
Tazzy sighed, shaking her head, "Amelie, don't worry about what your mother says. Don't feel pressured, okay?"
Amelie just nodded, sighing again.
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"Here's to the man who drinks cactus juice and goes to bed quite mellow! Here's to the man who drinks cactus juice and goes to bed quite mellow! He'll live as he ought to live, live as he ought to live, live as he ought to live, and die a jolly good fellow!"
Tinman and Avenger were chuckling to themselves, singing quite loudly as they and Hammah made their way through the dark streets, all wearing masks.
"Come on guys, this is serious!" Hammah said, looking at his friends, "We have to find Thaddius..."
"Come on Hammah," Avenger grinned, stepping forward, "Don't be so worried! We'll find him, one way or the other. But we're going to a party, might as well enjoy ourselves though, right?"
"I guess..." Hammah answered, looking at the ground with a sigh. "Just...you know...I heard rumors..."
Avenger's eyes seemed to light up, and he stepped forward with a chuckle, "Oh! You speak of the Colonel. The rumors of this man and what he does, with a metal arm and sneaking into the coops. But of course, you must not get him angry, should you come across him, less you get fried and served up yourself. And you must be careful when you talk of him, for rumor has it he trapezes across the skies and roofs, greasing into dreams of young and old alike! Be especially wary if you've had his wares, for while it might seem tempting, it means he always knows what you say and do. He will peer into your dreams, while his dreams are of fire and death, of mayhem and destruction. This Colonel who haunts your days, your fears of your young, feathered friend?"
Hammah paused, looking at Avenger, "What in the name of Custard are you talking about?"
The red eyed young man chuckled, "Oh, nothing important."
Hammah frowned, "Well we better hurry...come on!" the reddish-blonde haired man ran off to their destination.
Avenger looked to Tinman, who shrugged, "He's been like this all day."
"Then I guess we'll have to do what we can for Hammah!"
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The party was in motion now, people dancing about. The masked Sporks and Avenger were in there. Hammah was looking around for any sign of his pet chicken.
Hammah worried incessantly, then paused, looking around, then froze.
"Wow..." he muttered, eyes widening as he looked across the room. To him, it seemed as though an angel had descended from above, a beauty like no other. Elegant phrases graced his brain, and, muttering, he said, "Who's she?"
"I don't know, but good luck man," a familiar voice said, a hand being placed on his shoulder.
Hammah glanced towards the hand, then other towards it's owner, Avenger.
"She's...cute..." Hammah grinned, "I should go talk with her!"
Before Avenger could even say anything, Hammah made this way through the crowd, and paused, as Amelie turned, the two facing each other.
"Errr...hey..." Amelie said, blinking, "Who are you?"
Hammah gaped like a goldfish, then sputtered out, "Uhh...My...my name is...Errr..."
He stuttered and twiddled his fingers, unable to answer.
Amelie chuckled, smiling happily. "You okay?"
"Err...yah..." Hammah answered, "Nice party..."
"It is..." Amelie said, "Kinda loud though..." She paused. He was kinda cute, it an odd sort of way. He seemed really nice though.
Hammah grinned, and nodded, "Yah...umm...What is your-"
"There you are!" a voice shouted out, Nurse Tazzy popping out from the crowd, placing her hands on Amelie, "Your mother has been looking for you! She wants you to meet Lord Sama."
Amelie nodded, and then headed through the crowd, Hammah looking sad.
"Errr...who is she?" Hammah wondered, looking towards the nurse.
"Why, that's Amelie Spoon, heiress to the Spoons," Tazzy answered with a grin.
Hammah's eyes opened wide.
"No! How can this be? The cutest girl I have ever seen, is the daughter of my family's enemy? Oh, cruel fate indeed have placed this on me," Hammah said forlornly.
"Err...I'm right here...I can hear everything you say..." Tazzy spoke up. Hammah blinked, then blushed.
"Errr...bye then!" Hammah chuckled, and dashed off, and out of the party...
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The party was winding down, and Amelie was sitting down, looking puzzled.
"Miss Amelie, what's wrong?" Nurse Tazzy wondered, sitting down next to Amelie.
"That guy, from earlier..." Amelie answered, "Before I had to meet Lord Sama...Who was he?"
Tazzy grinned, "Why? Do you like him?"
Amelie blushed, and shook her head, "N-No...I was just...curious...I barely know him!"
"Well..." Tazzy said, "His name is Hammah, the only son of Lord and Lady Spork."
Amelie gasped, "What! The son of our enemy...Oh, how cruel fate is, to fall for someone who is our enemy..."
"...Errr, right here," Tazzy answered, "I can hear everything you're saying."
Amelie blushed again, "Ummm..."
Tazzy chuckled, "Come on, the party's over. Let's go."
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Kimi was leaning sideways in the chair, munching a sandwich and reading her manga.
There was a pause, and Kimi looked around, "What?"
"Kimi!" Sama hissed from offstage, "You're up again!"
Kimi sighed, then stood up, finishing up her sandwich. "Fine, fine."
She looked around in her pants, and pulled out some cue cards, looking at them.
"Anyways, Hammah and Amelie have met, and they both seem to like each other," Kimi began, "Unfortunately their families are enemies, and they're going to have trouble being together. You know. You people know this story, right?"
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Hammah made his way along an orchard wall leading to the Spoon's garden.
"I got to see that girl again..." Hammah muttered, "Even if she is a Spoon..."
Looking up at the wall, he jumps up, grabbing the edge and pulling himself up.
"AHHH!" he yelled, falling over the over side and into a flower bed. "Ow..."
Looking around, Hammah grinned, and made his way through the plants, until he came across a balcony, where Amelie was, having just stepped out and missed Hammah's yell.
"By soft, what light, through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Amelie, she is the sun...errr..." Hammah paused, forehead wrinkling, "Geez...she's cute..."
"Ohhh...Hammah..." Amelie sighed, leaning against the balcony, "I wonder where he is...I don't care if you are a Spork! I want to see you again..."
Hammah paused, wondering if he should say anything.
"Even if you are an enemy, I don't care. It's just a name! Why should they have such power over us..." Amelie said, looking upwards.
"Oooh..." Hammah said, "I must say something!"
"Who's there?!" Amelie shouted, and pulled out a sword from seemingly no where, "I warn you, I'm armed! I know how to use this thing!"
"It's me!" Hammah shouted, stepping forward and revealing himself, "You know..."
Amelie paused, seeing Hammah, and smiled, "Oh! It's you, Hammah, and a Spork."
"You can call me whatever you want, if you don't like those names," Hammah said, "Jim, Carl, Bob, The Lizard King, Frank..."
"It's fine...Hammah is fine," Amelie answered, chuckling "But you need to be careful...If someone finds you here, they will surely kill you."
"I don't care," Hammah said, looking around. He grabbed a branch of a tree and hefted himself up, so he was by Amelie, "I wanted to see you again."
Amelie smiled, and giggled slightly, "But we don't have long...When shall we meet again?"
Hammah paused, thinking, "Tomorrow, perhaps. You know who Friar Vidit is, right?"
"Yes, he is a friend of the family."
"And of mine as well! Excellent! He shall be able to help us out then..." Hammah grinned, then chuckled, "I know! Maybe...we could...I don't know..."
Hammah poked his fingers together, then paused, flailing, the grabbed a hold of the tree before he fell.
"Yes...?" Amelie said, leaning forward.
"Perhaps, we could go steady?" Hammah wondered, looking hopeful.
"Amelie!" Nurse Tazzy called out, "Where are you?"
"I have to go! Tomorrow, we shall meet again," Amelie answered, "And the answer...Yes."
Hammah grinned, letting go of the tree again as Amelie headed inside.
"Ahhhh!"
Hammah hit the ground again, falling out of the tree.
"Oooh...that hurt..."
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Friar Vidit walked along a small garden, as small animals frolicked about him, gathering various plants and what not.
"Vidit!" a voice shouted out, Hammah appearing, jumping over a wall and landing flat on his face.
"...Hello Hammah," Vidit sighed, "What brings you here? You look like you didn't get much sleep last night."
"Yah..." Hammah smiled, rolling so he was on his back, but still on the ground. "I met this girl..."
Vidit raised an eyebrow, stepping forward and helping the young Spork up off the ground, "Oh really now? And who is she?"
"Amelie...The daughter of Lord and Lady Spoon..." Hammah grinned, not bothering to brush the dirt off of himself.
Both of Vidit's eyebrows then shot upwards, looking greatly surprised, "Really? This is both good and bad news...But if played right, may help end the strife between your two families."
"So you will help us?" Hammah wondered, looking hopeful, "I hope to meet her again, sometime today. Can we meet here, where everything is safe?"
Vidit smiled, "Of course you can. I would be more then happy to help."
"Oh, thank you!" Hammah grinned, then hopped over the wall. Another loud thud on the other side, Vidit wincing.
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"Where the heck did Hammah run off to?" Avenger wondered, walking along a street with Tinman.
"I don't know, but we better find him before Rowen does...He found out he was at the party last night, and he's pissed," Tinman shrugged. "Wants to fight him."
The two continued searching, until they spotted Hammah not to far away, who was grinning happily. He even seemed to be singing softly to himself and skipping along.
"Maybe he found Thaddius?" Tinman wondered.
"Maybe...But he did go and talk to a girl last night..." Avenger said, "He seemed pretty flustered when he saw her."
Tinman was about to ask more questions, but Hammah was now in front of them.
"Avenger, Tinman! How good to see you two again!" Hammah smiled brightly, "Complimentary personalized gift baskets?"
The two shared a glance as Hammah pulled two such gift baskets from nowhere, and handed it to them. Shrugging, not saying no a free present, they still wondered why.
"Dude, Hammah, did you find Thaddius?" Avenger wondered.
Hammah paused, and for a second, looked sad, but brightened back up, "Well, no, sadly...But...I'm in love!"
Tinman's eyebrow shot into his frying pan, "Really now?"
Before Hammah could say anything else, he paused, seeing a figure appear from behind Avenger and Tinman.
"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Nurse Tazzy had appeared, "I have a message for you..." She looked towards Avenger and Tinman, "Private though."
"Oh come on," Avenger said, "We can know too! We won't tell anyone."
"No..." Tazzy said, shaking her head, "It's private."
"Please?"
"No."
"I'll give you a dollar?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"NO!" Tazzy yelled, waving her hands. A mattress shot out from a convenient mattress store nearby, hitting Avenger into a wall.
"Err...Right, I'll be off then..." Tinman said, edging away, grabbing the semi-conscious Avenger and pulling him along.
"Good!" Tazzy smiled, dusting off her hands despite the fact their was no dust, "Now, I bring a message from Amelie. She says she can meet with you later today, at Friar Vidit's, okay?"
"Yes!" Hammah shouted, pumping his fist. The two conversed for a little while longer, and the two headed off then, Hammah dancing in the street.
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As Tazzy went to relay back to Amelie, Avenger and Tinman found themselves walking along in the streets now, thoroughly lost.
"It is way to hot..." Tinman muttered. "And wearing a frying pan does not help beat the heat. Lousy conduction of metal and energy..."
"Sometimes I really don't know why I wear this trench coat all the time..." Avenger said.
As the two began to argue about who was worse dressed for the heat, an angry voice shouted at them from across the street.
"HEY! You two losers!" Rowen yelled, running over at them, the two pausing in their argument, which had cascaded into something about ducks.
"What?" Tinman wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Where's that Hammah? I have a score to settle with him," Rowen answered, growling, "Or would you rather pay the price?" He fingered his sword.
"Come on now," Avenger said, stepping forward, "Don't be stupid. Stop this silly fighting."
"What, you want to fight me then?" Rowen wondered, drawing his sword and pointing it towards Avenger, "I can take you easily."
Before Avenger could give a retort, a happy Hammah had appeared from around the corner.
"Ahah, there you are you-" Rowen began, but was stopped abruptly as Hammah grabbed him, pulled him into a hug, and then offered the Spoon a personalized gift basket.
"Rowen! How good to see you!" Hammah grinned, "How's the family? Any illnesses? Nothing acting up?"
"Errr, they're good, no...and...Hey, wait!" Rowen yelled, stepping back, "Hammah, you have disgraced the good name of the Spoons! I know you were at that party last night, you scoundrel! Draw your sword!"
"Come on..." Hammah said, "Can't we let bygones be bygones?"
Rowen growled, bringing his sword to bear. Hammah didn't draw his.
"You want a fight?" Avenger grinned, drawing his own sword. "Then let us fight!"
Rowen looked to Avenger, "Fine then, since your friend is such a coward!"
Swords clashed, the two fighting each other, circling around, looking for a good hit on their opponent.
"No, stop it!" Hammah yelled, stepping between them, arms outstretched.
Rowen grinned, using the distraction and stepping around, stabbing Avenger, who gasped, falling backwards.
Chuckling, Rowen turned and wiped his sword clean, "You should learn to fight your own battles..."
Avenger was wincing, Tinman looking over the wound, as Hammah turned to Rowen.
"You've killed Avenger! I can not stand for this!" Hammah yelled, now drawing his own sword, "Turn and face me!"
"He's not dead yet..." Tinman said.
"...You have mortally wounded my friend Avenger! I can not stand that!" Hammah said, though not as determined as his last statement.
"Actually, he looks like he might pull through," Tinman added. "He's getting better."
Hammah frowned, "Then, you shall pay for wounding my friend!"
"Actually, I think I can keep fighting..." Avenger said. He got up, took a step forward, then slipped, falling backwards and knocking himself unconscious.
"...Can we just get on with the fight already?" Rowen wondered. Hammah growled and stepped forward.
The two fought, just like Avenger and Rowen before, circling around and trying to get a blow on each other.
"Yah!" Hammah yelled, surprisingly Rowen, by lunging, then tripping forward, smashing into Rowen. The two stumbled backwards, dropping their swords. Rowen went back first into a brick wall, a loose brick dislodging itself and falling on his head.
"Ugh..." Rowen muttered, slumping down, stars in his eyes.
Hammah gasped, backing up, "Oh no! I have killed Rowen! In my fury at Avenger's death, I have become a monster."
"He'll be okay..." Tinman said, "They're both just unconscious right now."
"I must escape, before I am found out..." Hammah said, "The Prince will have me pay the ultimate price!"
Before Tinman could say anything, Hammah ran off, looking worried.
Tinman sighed, shaking his head, then proceeded to try and get Avenger awake.
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Amelie sighed, tapping her fingers against a table, sitting at Friar Vidit's place, waiting for Hammah.
"He should have been here by now..." she muttered.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Hammah stumbled in. Vidit ran forward, wondering what was the matter.
As Hammah began to explain what happened, the two looked puzzled.
"Are...you sure?" Amelie wondered, "It sounds like they would be okay..."
Hammah frowned, pacing, "Oh, what am I going to do?"
The two looked to Vidit, as if expecting something. He was looking through a book. "Hmm...Wait...we messed up...Ahh, who cares?"
He tossed the book aside and coughed, attempting to get things back on track, "Perhaps, young Hammah, it would be better for you to leave the city for a little bit. I shall keep my eyes and ears open for news, and send for you should something happen."
"Of course!" Hammah turned to Amelie, "Fear not, for hopefully, I should be able to return!"
"But...can't you just-" she paused, seeing Vidit shake his head, then shrugged, indicating common sense made little progress here.
Hammah hurried to gather some supplies, offered by the Friar Vidit, and by night time, had made his way out.
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Amelie sighed to herself, sitting in her room and frowning. First, everyone was paying attention to Rowen, who was recovering still, but had a nasty bump on his head. He also was quite adamant that everyone was purple, and that he was the King of Spain.
Secondly, Prince Phazon had sent out people to look for Hammah, demanding to question him, and figure out just what had happened during the fight, and why Hammah was even missing as it was.
Thirdly, Lord and Lady Spoon were growing quite persistent that Amelie start spending time with Count Sama. Before, it might have been vaguely possible that the Sporks and Spoons would work together and be okay with her and Hammah, but now, that seemed impossible.
So, she came to the only way to find Hammah and get away with him...She'd have to contact Vidit...
Amelie snuck out of her room carefully, tip toeing across the halls, and hurried outside, making her way to Friar Vidit's hut.
"Friar! Friar Vidit! I need your help!" she shouted, knocking on his door. There was a sigh, and Vidit opened the door.
"No word yet of Hammah," Vidit said, "Now can you let me eat my lunch in peace?"
"Friar Vidit, please...I need your help..." Amelie said, "I need to fake something...My death..."
Vidit paused, then considered this, "You have a plan?"
Amelie nodded, and began to explain to him. The Spoons and Sporks were even more divided against each other, and even if Hammah got back scot free, Rowen might still come after him once he got better, especially if word got out she and Hammah were seeing each other.
"I think I have what you need..." Vidit said, and went inside, Amelie following after him. He went into a back room and rummaged around, and came back with a vial of blue liquid.
"Here...This will make it seem as though you are dead," Vidit promised, "For twenty-four hours. I will send someone out to Hammah, since I know where he is, and inform him of your plan. Take this tonight, before you go to sleep, understand?"
Amelie nodded, clutching the vial, and then putting it into a pocket carefully, "I understand. Thank you!"
Amelie hurried off now, Vidit saying, then went to make a house call and get the plan forwarded to Romeo.
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And now we have a time skip.
The next morning their was much anguish in the Spoon's household, as they awoke to find Amelie apparently dead.
As the Spoon's and Count Sama lamented this tragic event, preparations were also made for her funeral...
News traveled quickly, something neither Vidit nor Amelie had considered.
In a town over, a young Hammah was walking about the streets, looking sad and worried, wondering when he'd be able to go home. Thaddius was even still missing, and he really wanted to see Amelie and his family and friends again.
"Hey, did you hear?" a voice said. Hammah looked up at two people talking to themselves, "I heard that the Spoon's youngest, Amelie, was found dead in her bed this morning."
"Murder?" the other wondered.
"No, not from what I heard," the first said, "Shame though, so young."
Hammah gaped, eyes and mouth wide, stepping backwards, "No! My fair Amelie...Why did I leave? She must have died from a broken heart..."
Gritting his teeth, he made his way away from the two.
"LEECHES!!!" a voice shouted out from an alleyway, "Leeches for sale! Very cheap, good for what ails ye!"
Hammah paused, then turned to the alleyway, as a young man with gray hair, green cloak, and part of a mask covering his face stood in a cart, a number of odd liquids around him.
A old lady stepped forward before Hammah could speak. She left with a green bottle, and a complimentary leech.
"Hello," Hammah said, looking worried, "Err...."
"Leech? Very cheap," HA grinned, a very large leech sitting on the counter next to him, hissing slightly.
"Errr, no thank you..." Hammah said, "I...need a poison...My love, she's dead, and I can not bear this life without her!"
HA chuckled, "Poison huh? I have that, but are you sure you want it?"
"Of course!" Hammah said, "I will pay whatever you ask."
HA sighed, and reached under the counter, and pulled out a bottle of red liquid. "Here...This is what you want..."
Hammah took it, then paid the man, and hurried off. "Don't worry Amelie...I'm coming..."
"Hiss?" Shannon wondered, the leech looking up at HA.
"Of course I didn't give him poison. It's cough syrup. Cherry flavor," HA said, "Nasty stuff on it's own right though."
"...Hiss?" Shannon then inquired.
"Yah, same stuff as that old lady asked for...Wait...What color was the bottle I gave the old lady?"
"Hiss."
"Ahhh...smurf it..." HA cursed, jumping out from his cart, "Hey, old lady! Wait!"
As HA ran after the old lady, Hammah was heading back to his home city...
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It was growing dark night beginning to fall now, and Count Sama was in the tomb of the Spoons, shaking his head sadly, "Alas, poor Amelie! I never got to really know you..."
Their was a creak, and Sama turned. Feeling a sense of dramatic tension, he crouched into the shadows, as a voice was heard.
"Amelie..." Hammah muttered, "What have I done? I never meant to do such things..."
"You!" Sama shouted, as Hammah rounded the corner, "You're the one who knocked out Rowen! Have you come to make fun of the noble Spoons more and defile this tomb?"
Hammah paused, stepping backwards as Sama stepped forward, clutching the red bottle of what he thought was poison.
"Count Sama!" Hammah pleaded, "Please, you don't understand...I never meant for anything to happen...I just wish to make things right..."
He pulled the bottle up and uncapped it, Sama looking confused.
"Wait...what do you mean?" Sama wondered, "What is that bottle full of?"
"Poison, good count," Hammah answered, and drank it down, and let go of the bottle, letting it crash to the floor.
The two stared, and then Hammah burped.
"Strange...tastes like cherry cough syrup..." Hammah muttered, "And...It doesn't seem to be working..."
There was stirring from where Amelie's 'body' was resting, and she yawned, color beginning to return to her body, stretching. With a few blinks, she was awake, the poison Friar Vidit having given her finished running it's course.
She paused, looking at Sama and Hammah, then at the bottle by Hammah's feet.
"...Ohhh..." she muttered, frowning, "I suppose we have some explaining to do..."
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"Hold on..." Kimi said, leaning forward in her chair, "Everyone lives? I know that's a happy ending and all, but didn't we just take a classic or something and ripped out it's entire point, or something?"
She paused, looking around after no answer, "Okay then...Just..." Kimi sighed, and pulled out a script, leafing through it. "No...No...didn't do that...Well, we really can't do the ending now...I guess I'll have to wing it."
Kimi coughed and hopped off the chair, "So, I guess...Everyone lives happily ever after or something..." She looked off stage again, "Now, can I read my manga and watch some cartoons?"
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Because sometimes, what you need is a happy ending.
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A.N. Okay...I finished it! Huzzah!
My point of this was to start it off how Romeo and Juliet starts, and have it begin to break down from mistakes and such made, things changed that alter everything. And, just when it begins to look as though things will go back to how it originally is, something else happens.
I think that worked out well.
I tried to include who I could in this, but, obviously, I couldn't add everyone in.
Anyways...Hope you enjoy!