I'll Be My Own Romeo

Chapter 2 pt.3 Romeo POV:Report

❗️❗️❗️DISCLAIMER❗️❗️❗️:THESE ARE SHAKESPEARE'S CHARACTER'S AND I'M JUST WRITING IT IN MY VERSION.ALL CREDITS TO HIM FOR THE CHARATERS

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"How much for this?" I asked, holding the sword in my hands as we stood in the shop. Mercutio leaned against the wall outside, casually waiting.

Romeo tossed the sword to Mercutio, who protested, "Romeo! I don't need it, take it-" But I interrupted him, insisting, "Friend, consider it as a gift." He nodded gratefully.

We headed to the field for a practice duel. Giving Mercutio the first strike, he charged towards me, but I swiftly dodged and landed an elbow to his back, causing him to fall in pain. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't forget about Tybalt's report," I reminded Mercutio.

"Romeo, of course I wouldn't forget that scrum," Mercutio replied, wincing as he stood up.

Sweating in the sun, I ran my hand through my dark brown hair, feeling the adrenaline of the spar.

Later, at an abandoned farmhouse, Tybalt greeted us. Leaning against the wooden walls, I crossed my arms as Tybalt closed the door behind him.

"Romeo, you still look the same, just more older," Tybalt commented with a smirk, but I wasn't in the mood for his teasing.

"The report?" I demanded, cutting to the chase.

"Wow, you're always so hasty," Tybalt sighed sarcastically.

"And you're always a red fox who doesn't know time," I retorted, walking towards him with a frown, crouching in front of him.

Tybalt shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Well, Juliet's return has been pissing off the Capulets, but then again, they're mad at me as well, always also Rosaline," he explained.

"Rosaline? Why?" I inquired, my anger simmering beneath the surface.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you she has twins," Tybalt scoffed, provoking my silence.

"You tell me almost everything new about her monthly every year... But you fail to mention that she has kids?" I rumbled with frustration. Mercutio, unable to contain his anger, slapped Tybalt's cheek, but I intervened before it escalated.

"Does your family still trust you?" I pressed Tybalt, my tone serious.

"No, unfortunately," Tybalt admitted with a shrug and a yawn.

"Gain their trust or else our plan won't work," I ordered sternly.

"Working on it," Tybalt replied, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Create cracks to make you seem more trustworthy," I advised, massaging my temple in frustration.

"And that wasn't the type of report I was inferring to... The defences of-" I started.