Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix or the Twins!
Because so many of you demanded it, here's the sequel to "No woman, no cry"!
If you haven't read that yet, I would advise you to do so before reading this, otherwise you won't understand many of the jokes and implications ;-)
The story starts ca. 6 months after.
Twilight
A Twinfic by Kyrillia
Two eyed the heavy envelope in his hands critically.
There was no sender's address on it.
But he knew the hand writing just all too well.
A letter from Felices mother.
The old woman from across the floor left her apartment and Two gave her his best ´predator smile´. Just for fun, he added a low voiced ´good afternoon´. The poor woman clutched her bag and hurried down the stairs.
He sighed and entered the apartment the three of them shared since their marriage. Letters from her mother always left Felice in a bad mood.
He closed the door behind him and laid the envelope on the kitchen table.
Then he helped himself to another cup of coffee and entered the living room. There, sprawled on the floor, sat One, a scroll saw in his left and a building instruction in his right hand.
Two groaned.
Since they didn't work anymore for the Merovingian they had plenty of free time.
In fact that much of free time that their lovely wife had, in a state of being highly irritated, ordered them to get a ´hobby´.
And because of that One claimed himself now a handyman.
Two shuddered at the memory of how many times he and Felice had ´accidentally´ tripped on some of his creations just to prevent ´eye cancer´and other serious mental diseases..
Carefully, he approached his brother and eyed his newest project.
"What is this going to be?" he asked sceptically.
A look of excitement crossed One's face.
"Wonderful, isn't it? That's going to be a clothes tree!"
Two tip toed in zigzag course over the carpet, which was covered in a rich selection of wood, nails, bolts, tools and sawdust.
"You know, she's going to kill you if she notices that you're doing that on her precious silk carpet!"
One decided to ignore that comment.
"Any post today?" he asked instead and wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaving a trace of sawdust on his face.
Then he reached for the hammer.
"A letter from the queen." He said sombrely. They always called Felices mother ´the queen´.
"Oh nooo!" One groaned and tried to hit a nail into the already tormented wood.
*FLING*
The nail rebounded of the wood right into Two's direction.
Two phased and the missile passed his ghost body and hit one of the expensive lamp-shades.
"One day you're going to seriously hurt yourself!" Two promised and examined the lamp-shade. Then he turned the splitted side to the wall and tried to hide it with some of the exotic plants Felice loved that much.
**
In her private room, Felice listened to the sounds of daily life that surrounded her.
One ruining her precious silk carpet with one of his newest master pieces and Two scolding his twin for doing so. She leaned back in her chair and took another sip of orange juice. As she had invited both of them to live with her she hadn't imagined in her wildest dreams that it could be that nerve-wracking. Robbed of their truly purpose in their digital life, it had been a hard time for all three of them to get to something that resembled a normal life.
She was lucky that the apartment was her property and that they couldn't get kicked out of here. The Twins had scared the shit out of her snobby neighbours. Three of them had already moved out. In fact, old Mrs Wilson was the last one on their floor who hadn't capitulated yet.
She had called Mr Barney a few times to seek advice from him, but the answer had been the same all along. They were programmed to be assassins and bodyguards. That was their purpose in life.
Not that she was complaining.
Compared to the beginning of their relationship, they had calmed down a lot already.
Felice leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
This was her room, her sanctuary.
Just hers.
The Twins were forbidden to enter here by threat of sex withdrawal.
She grinned.
That threat always worked!
With a sigh she opened her eyes and switched her computer on.
She had arranged to chat with Trinity in an internet chat room in five minutes.
That was the easiest way to stay in touch and they used it at least twice the week.
"Hi Feli, how is it going?"
"Fine fine, how are you?"
"Always the same. Much work and less sleep. I send you greetings from the others!"
"Thanks. How is Niobe?"
"Well, the child comes in about three months. She's pretty fine but she orders Morpheus around like there's no tomorrow ;-)"
"How are the Twins doing? Is your flat not demolished yet?"
"Don't ask! One discovered the joys of do-it-yourself! And Two believes that he is a second Paul Bocuse!"
"He's cooking??"
"I fear!"
"An assassin who cooks?"
"Oh Trin, why can't they simply start collecting stamps or butterflies?"
"Hey, cheer up! Since our great adventure Neo is seriously interested in insurance brokerage. Do you want to know what happened?"
"Yes, tell me!"
"He said that the whole ´being the Chosen One´ thing sucks and that he needed a break. So he called himself Teo Landerson and hired in an insurance office!"
"You're joking!"
"No, I'm serious Feli!! He cut his hair and bought a grey suit. Lovely, isn't it?"
"And if you don't believe me, you can go to his office and look for yourself! I'll send you the address."
"You can count on that!"
**
Half an hour later, Felice locked her room and entered the living room.
One crawled on hands and knees over the carpet and collected nails and other things.
Felice sighed.
"One, why do you wear your coat? We're inside a building here and it..is…not…freezing..cold!"
That was another issue. They insisted wearing the same outfit day after day. Not that she disliked the silver grey clothing. At least it suited their snobby neighbour hood. But wearing their coats inside the house was a habit that she tried get rid off desperately.
"Oh…sorry." One mumbled absent minded and flung his coat onto the couch.
She groaned.
Two stuck his head out of the kitchen. Grey thick clouds followed him.
"Sit down, dinner is ready!" he announced happily and returned to the stove.
Felice looked sceptically at One who returned her gaze with a frown on his lips.
"Do you know what he has cooked today?" she whispered.
"He refused to let me in! But if it tastes like it smells…."
"We have to ´accidently´spill it again?"
"Yep. Bon apetit!"
They sat down at the dining-table and eyed the various ´things´ Two had prepared.
"Well, help yourself!" Two smiled and piled some mysterious grey pieces of meat on Felices dish. He added a scoop full of dark green sludge and strewed some yellow stuff over the whole mess. They looked suspiciously like dandruffs.
One gulped.
"That looks….delicious! What is it, Darling?" Felice finally dared to ask.
"That is roasted chicken breast with fresh spinach and parmesan cheese!" Two explained proudly.
Under his stern gaze One slowly filled his own dish and they started eating.
Felice suspected that Two's food gradually numbed her taste buds and she was grateful for that. It was easier just to eat whatever Two cooked for them then starting an argument about his cooking skills. The last time she dared to criticize his filet stroganoff, he had slept two nights on the couch in the living room, deadly insulted. And as much as she appreciated her personal space in her private room, at night she only could sleep a decent night's sleep when both of them were around.
Must have something to do with the telepathic link, she suspected.
However, it had taken a new frying-pan and a very expensive new razorblade with silver hilt to reconcile him.
She just hoped that he hadn't made dessert too.
The last time he had baked cake she needed a dentist afterwards.
Then she noticed the envelope next to her dish.
From her mother.
With a sigh she opened it and started reading.
Two watched her curiously.
One used the opportunity to dispose himself of the remains of his meal by hiding them in one of the nearby plant buckets.
"And, what does she want this time?" Two asked.
Felice looked up and frowned.
"They're inviting us!"
"What?" One was alarmed now.
"Yep, they have silver wedding anniversary in two weeks!"
Silence.
"And they want us to come!"
"Oh"
**
Oh oh, family celebrations…
Are they really going to visit Felices parents?
And will the Twins wreck havoc there?
Which other eccentric family members of hers will we meet?
Will we get to see Neo/Teo in his new banker outfit?
Will Two poison Felices whole family by cooking for them?
All those questions…
If you review I might write more!