Title: DAMN PIGEONS!
Author: Perfect Ruin
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Matrix = Wachowski Brothers
Summary: Neo is angry. Find out why.
Author Notes: None.
Word Count: 577
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Walking around the Matrix in a long black coat is hard, so Neo had found out. It was easy to forget how hot the Matrix could get when you are used to nasty, cold ship. It did look cool though, and fit in with the basic black of the rebellion.
Black was their chief color, no one was quite sure why.
He looked around, shifting his vision so he could see in code. There was nothing interesting around, no agents, no potentials and no interesting programs or exiles. A typically boring day in the Matrix.
No one had even bothered to come in with him, he was The One, he could handle himself. Just cause he could fly, see in code and had come back to life they though he was special…wait a minute, those things did make him special. He smirked and considered having some fun with the code. Maybe he could turn the agents' suits pink for a day.
No, probably not, he didn't have that much control over the Matrix yet.
A pair of kids playing with a ball threw it at a bunch of pigeons that were being fed by an older couple with a bag of breadcrumbs. He watched the birds take flight in a flutter of code. It was interesting to creatures like this. Animals in the Matrix were less real than anything else for they had nothing in the real world, they were just programs, pure code.
But, they were programmed to act like the animals that had once existed.
This means certain things.
"What?" Neo asked as he felt something on his shoulder. Turning his head he shifted his vision back to normal but as soon as he had he wished he hadn't.
He had been pooped on.
"DAMN!" he swore loudly. A pigeon had pooped on his lovely black cloak. He wouldn't stand for that. He tried to brush it off but just made it worse then realized he had it on his fingers. He shrieked like a little girl and ran for the nearest water fountain. Washing his hand, he cupped some water and tried to wash it off.
That only succeeded in making his shoulder wet.
"DAMN!" he swore again, and this time a couple of the people near him looked up.
"Shit happens," a pierced punk said as he walked past.
"I know," Neo said bitterly. "It happened to my shoulder." Seeing no other choice he unbuttoned his cloak and dunked it in the water. Squeezing all the water out of it, he made a terrifying discovery.
Long black cloaks shrink when wet.
He watched on in pain as his lovely long cloak shrank to doll size. Soon he was holding it between his thumb and forefinger. "I want to go home," he whined. This wasn't his day.
His day got even worse when he turned and saw four Smith clones laughing at him. One of them started to mimic him and the others laughed even harder.
Neo sat down on the nearest bench and started to cry. He threw away his cloak and looked down at his current attire. Well, it wasn't too bad, black boots, black pants, black shirt…
There was only one problem.
Something that was making the clones laugh even harder.
These clothes weren't water-resistant either and wherever he had gotten some water while attempting to clean his cloak the black was starting to run away, leaving the natural color.
Pink.
~*~
Short and pointless but it was an excuse to be mean to Neo.