FA: Hello again. I know this story is like three years too late, but I've always wanted to do a matrix story, but couldn't think of anything that might be good enough. So here goes, I'll post this chapter and hope you guys like it. This fanfiction involves the twins and an OC. The Rating is subject to changing as well
Summary: Michelle and her family are in the Merovingian's restaurant when suddenly her world turns upside down. As she tries to make sense of everything around her new world, the twins make a tough decision on whether or not to allow history to repeat it's self, especially when she shows them how special she is.
Chapter One: Three ghosts
I walked uncomfortably into the French restaurant behind the rest of my family, consisting of my older sister, my mother and my father. I had been regretting this day for weeks but, no matter how hard I tried, there was no getting out of it. According to my mother, even if I was hacking up multicolored phlegm I would go, so I knew there was no hope, even if I had succeeded in making realistic fake vomit. Personally, while I wished I had learned French for five years instead of Spanish in my middle and high school, the only languages I loved, but barely knew were Latin and Japanese, so the thought of being in a place where I wouldn't understand if the waiter said the building was on fire depressed me. I sighed miserably as we walked up to the maître d' who was standing behind a desk, checking off names or something like that. I pulled at my black and red corset top and black pleated skirt nervously, knowing that my gothic style probably didn't fit in with the crowd of people in the restaurant. I had also chosen to wear fishnet, which probably added to the idea that I was the whore of the family. My black eye makeup and dark red lipstick probably didn't help either. My mother was speaking perfectly in French to the man who smiled and conversed back in French, while I used my knowledge of Spanish and the little Latin I knew to try to understand what they were saying. All I could really pick up on was greeting and my mother saying thank you before we were walking again. I felt the stares almost as soon as I walked into the restaurant. I, of course, in refusing to dress "normally" for this occasion as my mother had begged me to do, stood out more than blood on a white wall. I let out another miserable sigh, leading my sister to glare at me. She was exactly like my mom, well learned in French, proper, appearing to be perfect and snotty. She was wearing a light pink dress with elegant shoes, while my mother wore a similar dress that was, if possible, more girly. We arrived at a large table where a very unattractive man and a much more attractive woman sat. They stood at our arrival and spoke to my father in French, making me further regret I didn't take French in high school. My father introduced my mother and sister who responded back in French, before introducing me to the man who was, strangely enough called the Merovingian.
"Konnichiwa Merovingian-sama." (A/n: sorry if I butchered. I don't know much Japanese.) I said bowing the way the Japanese would have. I felt my family's stares and could feel my mother and sister rolling their eyes the way they did anytime I spoke in Japanese. The Merovingian smiled back and looked at my father.
"You didn't tell me your daughter knew Japanese." The Merovingian said with a heavy French accent. My father chuckled and nodded his head, clearly embarrassed with my actions.
"I wish she knew more French." My father said as my sister shot me another look. The Merovingian smiled back at me and bowed back.
"Konichiwa Michelle." He greeted me back, throwing me completely off guard. I didn't think for a second that he would know Japanese or that he could possibly butcher it so badly with his French accent.
"This is my wife, Persephone." The Merovingian said introducing the woman next to him. She smiled pleasantly at us but looked as sad as I felt. She looked in my direction and I tried to give her an understanding smile, but I couldn't tell if she had received it or not. I truly pitied her as I would anyone who had to be married to someone like the Merovingian. Suddenly, I looked to the left of the table and noticed the twins sitting calmly in two chairs grinning at some joke the Merovingian had said. They were beyond sexy and I couldn't help staring at them, analyzing everything about them. They were so infatuating to me, from their silver clothes to their dark sunglasses. I was wondering what they were like in person when suddenly one of them turned around to look at me through his glasses. The other also turned to me, causing me to blush furiously and turn away. I could sense them still staring at me and I mustered up the courage to look at them again. They smiled secretively at me and I smiled back nervously at them. We received menus, which thankfully had English written in them after each food item I read, disappointment set in. Everything had mushrooms or some other creepy vegetable. I put the menu down disappointed that I was stuck in the restaurant with out even slightly good food. Apparently my disappointment was obvious because The Merovingian looked in my direction.
"Do you not see something you like?" I smiled sheepishly and shook my head. Suddenly a plate was placed in front of me filled with sushi. I looked up in confusion and saw the Merovingian smiling at me.
"I figured our little harajuku girl would like some sushi." He said sending me a flirtatious grin. I smiled back politely, but not overtly to give him the wrong idea. While calling someone a harajuku girl wasn't offensive, the way the Merovingian had said it made it feel as if it was a very perverted name. I tried to over come the shaky feeling I felt and started to eat the sushi, which just happened to be my favorite type. I had finished the rolls when I felt the urge to use the bathroom. I looked up and saw Persephone looking at me more depressed than before. I gave her a questioning look and she looked down as my urge to use the bathroom returned. I excused myself from the table, disappointed that I couldn't continue to stare at the twins again and walked to the bathroom. I felt the twins' eyes on me as well as (more disturbingly) the Merovingian's as I walked to the bathroom. I had finished in the bathroom when suddenly Persephone walked in as well as the twins, both of whom looked very serious. Before I could ask what was happening or tell the twins that they'd stepped into the wrong bathroom, one of them grabbed my arm and began to drag me out of the bathroom.
"Hey!" I shouted at one of them, sexiness forgotten. He didn't seem to hear me as he dragged me out of the bathroom, Persephone following with the other twin after her. The entire restaurant was in hysterics, with people running around as if the apocalypse has come. I looked around frantically for my family through the crowd and as it cleared what I saw why everyone was running. My family lay lifeless on the ground, clearly dead. I didn't see any blood but that didn't matter to me. I honestly don't remember what happened next. I heard screaming and realized it was me. I was thrashing around, trying to break from my bond, as if me running over to them would save them. The twin behind me pulled out a switch blade and pressed it to my throat.
"Stop it." He said threateningly. My mouth closed almost as if I was under an obedience spell and I stopped trying to break free. I had started to cry as I walked numbly, trying to piece together what had happened. The blade the twin had pressed to my throat cut me a little but that was the least of my problems at the moment. My family…they were dead. Then, I don't really remember what happened next.
FA: Ok, I hope you liked that. I certainly did. Well, you know the drill so please, please, please review. You can even flame me if you want just tell me what you think. And whether I should continue it or not.