Matrix Unplugged- a story with song
Disclaimer:
I own none of these characters. This is a fan fiction, written for enjoyment,
not for profit. Enjoy~!
The
bad-tempered Prelude, and the well-tempered Fuga.
(Hahahahaha…..ahahaha,
reply if you get this. Actually, it isn't that funny. Actually, it isn't funny
at all.)
Chapter 1
Neo stood
against a wall in a familiar nightclub. In fact, this was the same wall where
he met Trinity for the first time. Except this time, he came a confident man,
and he rather enjoyed the music, unlike the brain-damaging Rob Zombie they kept
on playing last time.
It was some
sort of up-beat rock song, and although he usually preferred classical music,
he found it to his liking. He smiled as Trin too, was tapping her black boot and
softly bobbing her head to the music. As much as she enjoyed the show, she
followed her orders, and never took her eyes off of the lead singer. He signed
in admiration, the always responsible
Trinity.
The cymbals
thundered and reflected the colourful spotlights, the guitarist and bassist
gave their strings a final stroke, and the singer leaped up freely in the air
and stomped the stage energetically; all at the same time. Neo and Trinity,
their black shades hiding their eyes and mirroring this whole scene, couldn't
resist a smile. Trinity got up from her leaning position to approach the
target, but Neo pushed her back gently with a hand.
"I will handle
this, Trin," he said in a reassuring voice, his smile growing wider. Trinity
smiled back, and nodded.
The band threw
their stuff down carelessly, bowed together, sweating wearily but smiling all
the same. The four of them jumped down from the stage and proceeded to the bar
together, congratulating each other. The singer fell behind, worked his way
casually through the small tables, grabbed a girl, and proceeded to the bar.
Taking a seat with his band, and ordering drinks, he flipped around on the seat
the listen to the punk band that was on the stage now. He wrapped an arm around
the girl casually. Sipping their drinks, they talked and laughed, their bodies
bumping around in laughter.
This was
unexpected, Neo thought to himself. The girl would make it more difficult. He
stopped in his tracks and turned to give Trin a raised eyebrow, who shrugged
her shoulders in return. What choice was
there? He proceeded with the original plan, and walked towards the bar. He
didn't bother to wave off the heavy cigarette smoke; it didn't bother him. But
it reminded him of some Indian ritual- waving smoke into your face... but is
there even such thing as smoke?
He took a seat
on the small red leather stool, ordered a beer, and faced the target, trying to
make this seem as casual as possible.
"Good show,
man." Their target turned to face him. His facial features matched the photo perfectly
in the file they had on him- in his late teens with deep, black eyes like
himself, a dark, handsome and young, yet mature oriental face, and a short wave
of un-gelled black hair, wet from the intense sweat. Although Neo never met
him, he had known him for years. He knew everything about him- what he liked to
do, where he lived, his childhood- all taken from the matrix's database. It
made the job easier, since he knew which things to say, and at what time.
"Yeah, thanks,"
he answered in a half cheery voice. He quickly sipped his drink and continued
talking to the girl again. Trinity watched from a distance and smiled.
"Say his hacker
alias, Neo…" she murmured with a smirk. She loved him, and he was the One and
all, but he was still very inexperienced, and therefore, very unprofessional.
Sometimes, he tried too hard to be cool. You had to get the fundamentals right
first, then the coolness will automatically kick in.
Damn, he thinks I'm just another one of his fans. He tried to
remember the night when he met Trin. How was she so smooth with him?
****
"I know a lot
about you, Neo…" She pushed her sexy body up against his, sandwiching him
between her and the wall. At that time, he was very grateful for the wall being
there, although he could hardly breath. He remembered feeling very tensed, and
out of control. Goosebumps crept in as he felt her breath on his ear. Her voice
and actions were very relaxed, but confident and powerful at the same time. She
was in total control of his limp body. Willingly, he had become her slave.
****
"Yes…I
remember…" Neo murmured to himself over the bottle of beer. He finally snapped
out of deep thought, turned around, giving Trin an "OK!" sign, who nodded with
a smile to avoid too much attention.
He got up from
the stool, walked right in front of his target, and smiled.
"Wha…" the
young musician managed to choke out before an older, taller man in shades and
long trench coat flattened him against the counter with his muscular chest.
"I know a lot
about you, Fuga…" the stranger hummed softly in his ear. The young Fuga was now
extremely frightened. He gasped, as he couldn't get a word out with the
tremendous weight on his chest. His girlfriend also gasped, very surprised. But
she was not some innocent weak girl; her friends knew she was one brave tough
girl. She grabbed a nearby beer bottle, and raised it high in the air, ready to
smash it on this gay stranger screwing around with Fuga.
Trinity quickly
stepped up and grabbed her hands from behind. "Allow me…" she mumbled in her ear.
Taken by surprise and in an awkward position, the girl allowed herself to be
stopped.
Trinity, gently
bringing the bottle down back on the counter, kicked Neo off of the Fuga. The
frightened young man came up for air and coughed uncontrollably. He fell on his
girlfriend's shoulders, coughing and gasping for air in between.
Trinity
continued kicking Neo while he was down on the ground. She paused to catch
their target. Although Neo screwed it up, the mission wasn't over. And as long
as the mission wasn't over, there was still hope. She always said that to
herself, at the worst of times.
"We will meet
again, Fuga…" she informed softly, facing the worn-out boy, who had his sweaty
head back in pain and exhaustion. The girl carrying him eyed her suspiciously,
but the boy nodded, half alive. He wanted to ask her how she knew that name,
but was too tired and hurt to do so. Trinity returned a reassuring nod, and
returned stamping on Neo and mumbling out curses. The rest of the bar, now
facing a familiar scene, returned their attention to the stage.
Neo was lying
on the floor, dumbfounded. He felt Trin kick him repeatedly in the stomach,
sensed the pain that followed, but couldn't feel it. He watched and felt with
amazement, although it wasn't the first time, as the green codes (indicating
pain) tickled into his body. He didn't question or protest, just playing along-
Trinity always had her reasons. Besides, she was still technically her
commanding officer.
She stopped and
glanced around. Good, everything is
settled. Then she dragged him by the arm with ease, pulled him along the
floor and through the front door. A swush of air shook the still room; the
bells on the door jingled clearly. The two black-coated figures broke into the
night, walking with unimaginble speed. They did so in a comfortable silence, as
if nothing happened, still digesting the night's events.