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Disclaimer: JQ characters not mine. Some scenes throughout the story may
have been
"borrowed" and modified  from various romance novels ('cept for this
chapter). Other
than that, the story and Gheeta are all figments of my morbid imagination.
Rating: Pretty tame for this chapter. Though there will be some mature
(though nothing explicit) concepts to deal with in the proceeding chapters.
Category: Well... after a long period of soul searching and formulating the
basic plot and storyline... I proudly announce this piece to be H (I hope),
and AGALAINHRA'n!
(YAAY!). The first part was very deceiving, ne?
Archivers: Sure, why not. As long as you tell me where.

Puerile Union (2/?)
by Ina-chan

        "This whole affair has been quite overwhelming, for the both of us,"
Hadji began in a very serious tone. He then paced a few steps thoughtfully
before turning and continuing, "I just want you to know that, I do believe
that you are a nice girl. A very beautiful girl. I have absolutely nothing
against you."
        He stopped and took a deep breath, "It is just that I do not believe
that either of us is ready to take the roles that are expected of us. I am
really sorry about this whole incident. I certainly hope you will find it in
your heart to forgive me."
        He stopped again and looked at his audience expectantly, "Well?
Please say
something."
        "Much better, you actually almost had me convinced for a while
there," Jonny
commented 
        Hadji groaned as he trudged and sank to a nearby seat, "I can not
believe this is happening to me..."
        "Well, personally, I don't see anything really bad about this whole
situation. She seems like an okay person," Jonny reasoned
        Hadji glared at his best friend, "Jonny. Do not try to help me."
        Jonny grinned, "What exactly is it about her that's so wrong to you?"
        "Well..." Hadji stammered, "She is only fourteen years old."
        Jonny raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with being fourteen? I'm only
fourteen."
        Hadji looked at him sardonically, "Do you see me stumbling over my
feet with
enthusiasm to marry you?"
        "Children, children," Jessie called out with amusement in her voice,
"Bickering
won't lead you anywhere."
        "Jessie, please say you found something," Hadji begged to the girl
seated in front of the laptop  
        Jessie sighed, "Sorry Hadj. According to your laws, traditions, and
customs the agreement is legal and binding. I can't find any loopholes
whatsoever. I'm afraid to
announce that you are a married man, Hadji Singh."
        Hadji groaned again as he buried his face in his hands. Jessie gave
Jonny an
uncertain glance and her other best friend just shrugged at her helplessly
in response.
        "Maybe, its not really as bad as it looks," Jessie began motioning
Jonny for support 
        "Yeah Hadj," Jonny joined in as he moved closer, "She's really
sweet, and kind..."
        "...and your mother says that she's an amazing cook..." Jessie
continued, "And she's..."
        "...excessively quiet," Hadji's voice cutted in tiredly
        "That is usually the sign of intelligence," Jessie said in encouragement
        "Yeah," Jonny agreed but giving Jessie an incredulous look
        "How?" Hadji challenged
        Jessie bit her lip, "Well... that's... it's like... Tell him Jonny."
        Jonny gaped at her in disbelief and mouthed something
incomprehensible over Hadji's head. Jessie kicked him on the shin from under
the table.
        "Well... it's like you always said," Jonny began hesitantly,
"Only... um... an empty can will make noise..."
        Hadji lifted his head and scoffed at his best friend, "I said no
such thing."
        "Look at the bright side, Hadj.  At least she hasn't tried to kill
you..." Jonny
inferred absent-mindedly
        Jessie gave him another kick on the shin. Hard. Jonny yelped and
limped to a safe distance. 
        Hadji made a small laugh, "With my track record, that does look like
a good sign, does it not?"
        Jessie stood up and walked closer to the downcast young man, "Look
Hadj, I
know things look bad right now... but I'm sure she's..."
        "Passive," Hadji finished for her, "She is downright 'yes master'
'anything you say master' passive. It is very unnerving."
        "Well..." Jessie continued patiently, "It doesn't mean that you
shouldn't give her a chance to talk about this with you. I think that's the
only thing you can do right now."
        Hadji straightened up and squared his shoulders in determination,
"You are right. That is the only way. And I have no reason procrastinating
with the task."
        "That's the spirit!" Jessie cheered giving him a light pat on the back
        Hadji stood up and walked firmly to the halls. He took a deep breath
and glanced at his friends one more time before disappearing toward his goal.
        "That went quite well," Jonny quipped as he stood beside Jessie to
watch the brave warrior walking away to face his fate
        "What can I say pardneh?" Jessie said with a playful western movie
accent, "I train mah boys pretty damned well."
        "Yes master," Jonny replied in a mischievous 'Igor' voice, "Whatever
you say
master."

***	
         Hadji halted in front the massive chamber door. He raised up his
hand to knock
and call the attention of the room's occupant. 
        Yes, he will do this. He is determined to. He has the strength to do
the bidding of
his will. After all he was the Sultan of Bangalore. He had already made
various decisions
of greater importance. He had gone through more dangerous situations than this. 
        He was Hadji Singh. 
        And he was scared stiff.
        He made a soundless scream as he grabbed his positioned hand and
banged his
head to the door in frustration.
        "Yes?" A soft voice called out from within the room, "Who is it?"
        "Me," Hadji squeaked. He quickly tried to clear his parched throat,
"It is only me."
        The door opened and Hadji nervously walked into the room. The girl
closed the
door and stood in front of him, head bowed.
        "Hi," Hadji began with a little wave
        "Hello," She answered quietly
        "Nice room."
        "I think so too."
        "Uhmm..." Hadji stammered uncertainly, "Look. I think we need to talk."
        "Yes, as you wish," She replied 
        Hadji scratched his forehead uncomfortably and glanced at the
passive girl standing in front of him uncertainly, "I think it would be
better if you take a seat... It just feels peculiar with you just...
standing there." 
        The girl bowed and obediently sat on the nearby bed.
        Hadji laughed nervously before pacing across the room to gather his
thoughts. He closed his eyes and started in a measured tone, "This whole
affair has been quite
overwhelming..."  He opened his eyes as
confidence slowly
empowered him, "... for the..."
         For as he found the girl looking at him
expectantly,
whatever courage he managed to sum up flew away in a hurry.
        "...both..." He squeaked, "I..." 
        She just had these beautiful pathetic puppy dog eyes.
        "This..." 
        
        "I... I..."
         He coughed and took
a deep breath before continuing, "I decided to give this whole agreement a
chance."
        
        "What?" Gheeta asked in a frightened voice
        Hadji kicked himself mentally as he shrugged helplessly.
        "Are you serious?" Gheeta repeated
        Hadji bit his lip and nodded.
        Gheeta stood up, steadied herself on the nearby night table and
started to
hyperventilate, "I am sorry. I am so sorry." 
        Hadji moved toward her in concern, "Are you all right?"
        She turned to face him with fear etched on her face, "I am so sorry.
But I cannot
continue this charade any longer."
        With that she pulled an object from the folds of her clothes.
Hadji's worried look
suddenly shifted to that of a look of utter bewilderment and surprise. For
at that moment he was suddenly facing the barrel of a small shiny
semi-automatic pistol.

(To be Continued)
 
        Comments, criticisms & bricks send PRIVATELY to inachan2@ican.net

Author's squawk:
        
        MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I fooled you, didn't I? You know that I'll
never write an HR fic within the boundaries of free will. There is always a
very wicked
twist and turn somewhere along the way... even in the HR fic I am writing
with Saijin.
Anywayz, I hope you enjoyed this little "twist" and caught the attention of
those who are tired of the HR fic bombardment phenomena. As usual comments
and criticisms will be appreciated.

Ja matta!
Ina-chan


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I search through peoples, systems, cities...
For these sprites... my family.
My format, Command.com
Of what was once... Mainframe.
REBOOT!"

-Dot (4th storyline arc, Season 3) 

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