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Chapter 9: That Capulet Girl

She sat on the tatami mat with her mother, learning the next of the traditional tea ceremony. Her mother was graceful in all aspects hence her name Reika. Mother was always by her side Jurie thought to herself. Unlike father. Who was cold and harsh. Her mother looked absolutely gorgeous in her kimono, her raven hair falling long past her waist, flowing around her. Red lips, prominent against her pale, pale skin, the only indication that her mother wasn't at her best health.

Unlike her daughter, Reika was not a ninja. She couldn't be one, she was too kind, too gentle and too maternal to ever be able to kill someone. Seeing her mother reminded Jurie that she wasn't heartless, it reminded her that she could be kind and caring as well. Gentle music played in the background as she walked her through the steps.

"Jurie... Is there something you want to tell me?" She asked Jurie kindly.

Gasping she stopped work and dropped her things. "What do you mean mother?" Jurie questioned.

"Is there something I should know child?"

Her mother's warm brown eyes looked deep into her making her sigh and give up.

"I'm sorry mother, I'm very sorry."

Reika watched her, gesturing for her to continue.

"A boy came into my mission in London at the party and was gravely injured so I took him home and wrapped him up. He had fifteen bullets mother! FIFTEEN!"

Her mother quirked her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes! I would know after all I was the one who took them out of his body. And then I also helped him get out of the house. And he sparked all of the traps but there is a new obstacle mother!"

She cocked her head onto one side. "A new obstacle? I have never heard of a new one being made."

"Yes! Neither did I! But its very different and dangerous! Because of it Rami was shot for a sixteenth time!"

"Rami?! The Montague boy?"

Jurie clamped her hand over her mouth as her mother stared back at her disbelievingly and sighed, shaking her head.

"I should have known it." She whispered to herself. "Well I'm proud that you have applied the skills that I have taught you."

"Is that all you have to say mother?" Jurie inquired hopefully. "Please don't tell father!" She begged.

Reika turned to her daughter and caressed her check in a feather-soft touch. "I won't I promise child."

Breathing a sigh of relief Jurie returned to performing the tea ceremony.

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He took a deep breath. In and out. Breathing in the hot sultry air of Egypt. It was a beautiful gem of the Middle East, though it had long lost its Ancient Splendour. Rami vividly remembered some parts of the Legend of Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah. Two brothers who where joined in both blood and spirit. Two such legendary figures that renewed Egypt, transformed it into the gem of not only the Middle East but also the world. Nothing had come between them. Not even the gods. He admired that.

The world was slowly forgetting about the legend, but Rami would never forget. They said there was an epic written on them, Rami wondered who had written it? He had to admire the writer's bravery, for it takes a lot of courage to write of legends. One day he will write such an epic that the world would be inspired and there will be revolution like no other.

But for the next hour he would have to endure a lot of shouting from his mother. Oh Allah, she must have been worried sick. He gave a twisted ironic smile. He feared nothing but his mother. He had unflinchingly taken sixteen bullets to the body but he was trembling at the thought of a mere thrashing from his mother. Yet strangely he loved her for it.

Whenever they were at Egypt they always spent time in a small palace over looking the Nile at Heliopolis. His family was the most important 'traders' of the Middle East so it was fitting they were greeted lavishly. Though he loved Egypt and its traces of its Ancient splendours he missed sleeping in Mother Earth's strong embrace. He loved the hot sultry nights that made him sweat in his sleep, he loved the feeling of coarse sand underneath his body. Sleeping on the ground made him feel safer, stronger and some how more complete.

The palace was built in the ancient style of Egypt from white marble and alabaster. It glistened in a serene seductive way that one would be compelled to stay in its clutches forever. Quietly he entered the palace. It's usual eeriness was now replaced by a warm bustling of his clan members. When they saw the Arabian Knight they all acknowledged him with respect. Due to his numerous injuries he made his was lethargically up the magnificent stairs.

He silently remembered what Dr. John Druitt had told him:

"You have pierced the main artery in you abdomen. Rami, I'm sorry to say it won't heal for quite some time."

"How much is 'quite some time' Doctor?" asked Rami in a perfectly polished English accent.

Dr. John Druitt grimaced "Quite possibly a year. Or even longer." then he smiled and laughed, "But maybe your Allah could perform some miracle, if he is real that is."

Rami had growled deeply then. Despite the Doctor's kindness he still (like most Englishmen of that era) was racist. The Doctor lowered his eyes and mumbled apologetically, realising that this man was not one to be messed with. Rami wanted to hurl a few philosophies at him but stopped himself. This man was too ordinary. He didn't need it. Rami brushed off the Doctor's apology, smiled and thanked him, assuring him that he will try and look after himself.

Relieved the doctor had left.

Rami knew because the world would soon destroy itself without him Allah would have to perform a miracle.

Rami made his way to where his parents usually slept. He walked though the hallowed hallways before he knocked on the door. When the door opened, there was a slight squeal, then he felt himself melting into his mother's embrace. He savoured her warmth seeping through his torn clothes before she pulled away and gave him a sharp slap across his left cheek. The sound of her hand connecting with his face resonated through the halls. There was a sharp stinging on cheek with no doubt a large hand mark. He held his cheek hoping that the hot stinging would cool down.

Then she pulled him into her embrace once again. Azeema cried on her son's shoulder whispering in his ear "I was worried sick. You fool! You stupid little fool!"

Rami couldn't help but smile, as he remembered another woman who had called him a fool. A woman with honey amber eyes.

"Assalamu 'alaykum, mother," he muttered, reminding her that she had forgotten to say hello. Then smiling and in Arabic he said "I'm hungry what's for dinner?"

Azeema pulled away then smiling she said "Nothing until you put some clothes on." She said observing his torn clothes.

"What mother? Are you scared a woman would steal your precious son away?"

Azeema laughed a strong hearty laugh. Then Aadil, his father, who had been silent the whole time came and embraced his son.

"How was the mission?" he asked.

Rami then explained what had happened how he had been shot. He was very vague about who had helped him. Not wanting to reveal Jurie.

Aadil grinned. "The wrong son eh? Oh what does it matter. You are home and safe. That's all that matters."

Rami winced remembering how Jurie's father had greeted that news. He was so glad his own parents weren't like that.

Azeema took note of his wincing. "Is something the matter Rami?"

"It hurts." he answered simply. And it was true.

"Then stay in you room son, we don't want you to get any more injured. We will get Malek to bring you dinner." Remarked Aadil.

Then Azeema held her son's face in her hands. "Now where was it that I slapped you?" she asked.

Rami made a mock sad face turned over his left cheek where she kissed him. "Better?" she asked.

"Much better," said Rami smiling childishly. Then he remembered the bullets.

"Father?"

"Yes Rami?"

"May I request something of you?"

"Anything within reason"

"I want to learn how to fight blindfolded."

Both his parents were taken aback. Was their son on the brink of madness?

"Who knows what may happen. I might have my eyes gouged out some day and I will have to fight." Explained Rami.

Aadil sighed knowing how much this must mean to him. Nothing was enough for Rami. He had to keep going. His son gave the saying "The sky is the limit" a whole new meaning, in fact it could be changed to "There are no limits at all". Aadil feared his son worked far too hard.

"After you have healed properly." Warned his mother.

"Of course."

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Sweet dreams are made of fears

It takes a while for one to feel...

He stopped writing.

He thought of that Capulet Girl. He smiled remembering her hands against his skin. It felt soft but at the same time electric.

But you love Raihana. He reminded himself.

Then a small voice in his head said. What if? Just what if you love Jurie?

The first voice retaliated but snorting then saying What is this going to be like Romeo and Juliet?

Who cares? You are smarter than that Rami. It won't end so tragically.

But you'll never see her again.

Then after a long time of bantering the mini Ramis in his head reached an agreement. She may be attractive but that doesn't mean anything.

He tried to push thoughts about Jurie out of his mind before he could think about it any further.

Luckily there was a knock on his door, interrupting his raging thoughts. He put his notebook away and shouted "Come in!"

"Assalamu 'alaykum brother" said Malek Cheerfully

" 'Alaykum assalam" answered Rami

When he saw that Malek had come in with a tray of food Rami smiled and exclaimed:

"Good! I'm starved!"

Malek handed him the tray. Rami ate his Manakeesh, a round bread sprinkled with cheese.

Malek smiled as he sat on the edge of Rami's bed. "Did you get laid?"

"Nope!"

"Really? You seem rather...happy."

"Well why wouldn't I be. I just survived sixteen bullets"

"Oh, how brave." remarked Malek in a sarcastic tone.

Without thinking Rami said "Of course I wouldn't have done it without Jurie."

"Jurie?! That Capulet Girl?!"

Rami gritted his teeth and swallowed. Sh*t!

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Her door slid open revealing Takashi, and he stopped, yet another envelope in hand.

"What is it Takashi?" She inquired.

"Another mission, my dear cousin."

Jurie nodded her head, stowing away her embroidery. "Give it here please." She demanded softly, reaching for the envelope.

Plucking the envelope from her cousin's grasp she opened the metallic-red lined seal and pulled out here next mission. The next mission was to take place in South Africa, where a clan of Africans had been taken hostage by none other than the 'Unspeakble.'

Her hand flew to her mouth as she read the rest of the contents of the letter. They were torturing them for the whereabouts of the blood diamond, a powerful gem that gave its holder the ability to track whomever they wanted, while destroying anything in its way. Anyone that came face to face with the gem, who was the not the holder, would become its slave, consequently serving as its holder's slaves.

I must not let anyone touch the blood diamond, else the world would easily fall to devastation, after all after the blood diamond there were only four more objects before the holder would have absolute power.

"Takashi, ready the submarine for the day after tomorrow. I will need it." Jurie commanded in a firm voice, a strategy already falling into plan in her mind. Her thought briefly floated to the strange Montague boy, will he be there too?

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Malek smiled. "Don't worry brother, I won't tell anyone about your girlfriend."

"Oh Lord brother! It's not like that!"

Malek just laughed and said sarcastically "What ever you say brother...."

Finally Rami spotted a yellowed envelope sticking out from Malek's belt.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Nothing of importance."

"Liar! Give it to me!"

"No!"

Rami, being the obstinate person he, lunged forward to get a hold of the envelope. But then there was a pang of sharp pain embedded deep in his abdomen, dispersing throughout his whole torso. He clutched his stomach as he leaned back breathing heavily.

"Sorry brother...I guess I should tell you before you kill yourself...it's a new mission"

"When is it?"

"Forget about it...you're not going, you'll kill yourself. Babbar is going instead."

Rami sighed in sadness. Will I miss out on seeing that Capulet girl?

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Hey guys! We are so very very very sorry about this ultraly late update! There is no excuse for it other than the fact that the two of us had a Maths exam and NaNoWriMo. It took us a while but we finally got there! Hoped you liked this chapter. Oooooh look at the blossoming thoughts that are starting to appear in their pretty little minds! What did you think about this chapter? What are your opinions on Jurie and Rami's flowering relationship? Thank you for reading guys!! Remember to please:

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