Warning: Characters do not belong to me! This is also a Neo x Agent Smith! In previous chapters their had been plenty of things I believe could use some serious editting, but for now. Enjoy Chapter 4 :) fluff coming soon!
The lights flickered incoherently with the electirical current flowing through its wires; making the room itself seem darker and far more melancholy than it would normally feel for the chosen one. Uneasiness had settled in his veins the moment the door behind himself and the ex-agent, leaving them alone together.
The awkwardness was overbearing, but Neo kept his composure and let his eyes wonder his home in search for something to distract himself. He didn't want to hold a conversation with the brunette, or to do anything with him for that matter, but now, as it seems, he doesn't have any real say.
"There is um," Neo began, facing the Agent, whose eyes have been wondering the room as well. "A uh, bedroom, over on the left, where you can sleep."
Smith looked at him a bit longer, before nodding. "I realize that this entire ordeal, is going to be highly odd for the both of us." The older man stated, turning his head to the direction of his new found bedroom. "Let's make this as convient for the both of us as possible; Don't attempt to kill me, and I won't attempt the same towards you."
"How can I trust you?" Neo asked, eyeing the man.
Smith gave a low chuckle, "You can't, just as I can't trust you. We're going to have to follow our instincts and just.. Go with it." Smirking, he left the room, entering the small compartment that is to be his room. It was dingy, and slightly lengthy, yet a bet was drilled to the side of the wall. No window, or much else inside of it. It reminded the ex-program of a prison cell, but instead of bars, a door stood in its place.
Zion.. Not at all what Smith thought it would be, their was more people than he had originally imagined, at least from the walk over to this area as it seemed. He'd have to examine the area more in-depth, before figuring out what to do with it. He was finally in Zion, not in the way he had wanted to be, but there none the less. He silently wondered if he was aloud to roam freely, or if he was under some sort of house arrest, or if he could leave, that'd he'd have Neo fallowing like a kicked-puppy.
Lifting his bare hand, he ran his pale spider-like fingers over the rough surface of the wall. It felt like rocks and copper, rust among other things, chipping away to dust as his feather-like touches slid past the metalic cover. Moving his hands away, he examined his fingers, which were tinted a dirty redish color from the walls disinigrations. Brushing the digits on his loose pant legs, he sat on his bed, laying down.
Relaxing himself, he stared at the celling, which was made out of the seemingly same material as the wall bedide him. He tried to recall how he ended up here, how the Matrix was able to push him out. He could remember vaugly of being in slight pain, but nothing he certainly couldn't handle. Fuzzy vision issues, and the sudden feeling of being exposed. Opening his eyes here, where had he woken up.. a ship, as it seemed, but which one? Did it truely matter? Not in the least.
Smith openly felt disgusted with his fleshy exsistance, so fragile, so accident prone. Death was inevitable in this body, and it disgusted him. He didn't believe he still contained his abilitys as he did back in the Matrix, he may know his basics, but the other things he'd done.. Fuzzy, a blurry haze. He couldn't remember too much of his moves, of his techniques. Yet, he recalls doing them.
Resting both of his arms on his chest, he closed his eyes. Mentally scolding himself, when he realized he was actually going to have to try and sleep, and not have his program rebooted, and shut down for 8 hours.
"Damn it," He muttered under his breath. He wasn't as tired as he had originally believed, reopening his eyelids, he clenched his jaw, letting his mind wonder the normal things that humans do, things that are nessisary to survive with and whatnot. He knew the majoritys of what they are, but wasn't sure how to proceed with others. The only human thing he's ever been capable of, was breathing and talking, doing hand gesjures and other things of the sort. Never eaten before, never actually slept, never felt emotions. These things were new, and he'd have to quickly grow occustom to the unfermiallar territory.
Living all in it's self was going to be odd, having the chance to chose his own actions, unlike back in the Matrix where there were protected lines that not even he could cross. Even now, his sense's were hightened, he couldn't just only smell, he could taste as well, where he wasn't exsactly fond of that sense, he was curious as to what things truly taste like, only slightly mortified at the thought of the filth that'll effect his new-found sense's.
Lastly, there was Neo.. Smith felt himself unconciously growl at the thought of his name. It made his sick, ill beyond comprehension, and yet he'd been given the sentence to be stuck with the waste of skin. He couldn't imagine a worse punishment. He'd rather had been deleted, or put through some un-orthidox torture mechinism. But to be stuck with Neo? The last person he had expected to see, the last person he wanted to see, was that stupid idiotic lowly little cretin..
Neo felt his mind wondering a million miles an hour, each thought going too fast for him to grasp, cling to and listen; but they keep flying away, leaving the chosen one lost and confused.
He didn't understand why this was put on him, why the council thought it best for him to keep watch of Smith. Just because he knew him? Just because he could control him? Nobody could control that man even if they had a shock collar around his neck, a seven nation army pointing guns at his brain, and took away all his power. Smith didn't give up, and he sure as hell couldn't be controlled. Thats like trying to tame a pack of wild lions, by screaming at them covered in elk guts. It doesn't end pretty.
Neo found it odd, at how the council came to that conculsion as well. No exicution for the man's deeds? He'd single-handedly killed hundreds coming on thousands of people without even a sideways glance, he was ruthless and dangerous. How did those idiots think that he could possibly keep that time-bomb of a program in line?
Something felt wrong about the whole thing, and couldn't keep his nerves in check. He felt jittery and uneasy, like he wanted to be sick. He wasn't sure if he was afriad, or just in shock. Neither registered, but a feeling in his gut left him mentally ill.
Neo walked over to find something to preoccupy himself, as he allowed his nerves to finally calm. There wasn't much in his home, but found a few of Trinitys knick-knacks, as well as weapons and clothing. Neo felt his heart clench, as he gathered her possesions. He found a tattered box underneath a cabnit he kept in the kitchen. It felt worn, but it was put together well enough, and could still hold. Placing her objects in one-by-one, he closed the box tightly, before carefully placing the box under the sink.
He felt it safer in a place he was sure Smith wouldn't check. He couldn't keep it in his room, because he had an odd feeling that the man would snoop through there. Why? Because he was Agent fucking Smith. That's why.
He chuckled sadly to himself, closing the cabnit door shut, before standing upward and leaning againt the counter. Smith didn't have the right to look at her stuff, it was all his fault, everything was that heartless bastards fault, whether or not it was even directly or indirectly, it was still caused by the brunette that's only caused the younger man far more pain than he would ever like.
Questioned appeared in his head, things that just didn't make sense, and he doubted ever would. Why wasn't he dead? Hadn't he served his purpose? What more could he possibly be useful for? He supposed that Oricle had a bit to do with this, but he could never be so sure, he just couldn't shake this feeling he had about all of this. How unfair it seemed, how strange. "How Inevitable.." He mumbled to himself, letting a soft sad chuckle escape his throat.
"I'm glad I inspire your speech."
Neo jumped as the voice made it's way to his ears. His head darted to where Smith was standing in the doorway, hands folded neatly behind his back, face calm and indifferent. Even when he looked a mess, he still looked charming. What the fuck? Where did that come from? Neo shook his head slightly, turning his attention back to the Ex-Agent.
"You don't inspire me."
"Do you always talk to yourself?" A change in topic, yet just as antagonizing as the last. Smith stared at him, and Neo felt it odd to look him in the face when he wasn't wearing his sunglasses. He recalled the cold icey blue eyes from a few years ago, back when he first talked to Smith in that interrogation room. The eyes felt like they were peircing into the One's soul, with how they stared, it was intemidating, no matter that the Agent was a few good inches shorter than himself. He felt himself mesmerized by the man's eyes for a moment, before shaking his thoughts clear.
"No," Neo answered, "Just uh.."
"Talking to yourself," Smith smirked, finishing the man's sentence when he hesitated a moment too long.
Neo glared at him for a moment, but felt stupid when he realized the man was less than fazed. "What do you want." It sounded more like a demand than an actual question. Smith raised a brow, but let it drop when he answered.
"I am in need of an edible substance,"
Neo looked at him stupidly for a moment, before rolling his eyes. "You mean food."
"Same thing," Smith muttered walking into the room, eyeing the cabnits. Walking up to the first one he saw, he opened it, to find glass and metal cups neatly placed upsidedown, closing it he went to the next one, plates, the next one contianed silverwear and more cups. "Where is your ed-"
"Food's on the bottom cabnit near the door." Neo stated, taking a seat at his and Trinitys dinner table. Well, now it was his' and the Agents, Neo pushed the thoughts away, now wasn't the time to think about it.
Smith closed his current cabnit, making his way to the bottom row. He opened the one Neo claimed had food, peering inside. Cans, bottles, boxes and bags filled this certain entrie. Grabbing the first thing he saw, he stood up and closed the door, reading the lable 'Soup,' his lips tighten to a straight confused line.
Neo didn't see the problem, it's just a can of soup. A three year old could do it, why was he just staring at the can? "Need any..-"
"No, I am in no need of your assistance, Mr. Anderson," His voice came out snappy and aggitated, "I can figure this out by myself." He never looked up from the can, to glance at Neo, instead he continued to just read the instructions on the label.
Taking his eyes away he looked around the room, once again in search for something.
Neo said nothing, acting oblivious to the man who was trying to act like he knew what he was doing. Though every uncertain move he made only proved that he didn't have a single clue as to how to create a meal. It was amusing to watch the brunette search everywhere for a pan, and when he found it he didn't have any idea as to how to open the can. Neo stifled a cruel laugh, and gently pushed the frustrated Agent away from the food.
Smith looked like he was about to counter, but Neo shook his head. "No, Go sit before you break something."
"I have everything under control, Mr. Anderson, I don't need your petty help."
"Whatever you say. Go sit." He pointed towards the chair Trinity sat, and Smith grudgingly accepted, storming over to the chair. In all honestly, he was glad Neo took over. He was hungry and had no clue as to what he was doing. Back in the Matrix he never had to make his own meals, he never had to eat. Which also means he never had to learn to cook. Doesn't mean he couldn't figure out how to open a can, he just didn't know where the tools to do so were. Also, he wouldn't have accepted the order if he knew he didn't have another choice, he sure as hell wasn't going to ask for help.
A smell waffered at his nostrials, making the Agent turn in his seat to examine the oven. It was a ricketty old thing, but seemed to work just fine. Neo stood before it, stirring the food in the pot, and letting it simmer for a second. Leaving the rusted stove, and made his way to a cabnit, pulling out two bowls, before heading to another, and pulling out two spoons. He quickly sat them next to the pot, and began stirring the substance.
It smelled good, making the Agnets stomach growl. Smith looked alarmingly at his well built middle, an eyebrow raising in confusion. He'd never made that noice before. Neo turned around when the sound erupted in his ear, it was soft, but he could still tell what it was. Turning around he looked at the Agent, smirking at him. Smith didn't notice, to preoccupied in his own business.
It didn't take long for the liquid to finish boiling, and that's when the Agent noticed two can's, when he had originally had one. Neo went to the setting the metal bowl infront of him, and slipping the spoon into his soup. Neo went to his side of the table, opposite of Smith, and began eating.
"And here I thought, you people only ate mush in Zion." Smith stated, grabbing his spoon.
"People can't survive on that stuff for very long, and sometimes come across things left over after the war."
Smith was less than iterested, and had his attention on the meal infront of him. He'd been studing human habits for a very long time, picking the liquid and noodles onto his silver utincal, placing it in his mouth. He winced slightly as the boiling hot material made contact with his tongue, quickly swallowing the food, making a sort of choking sound as he pulled the silverwear from his mouth.
Neo looked up at him, his spoon in his mouth, swallowing he pulled it out. Eyes never leaving the Agent's face, which was contorted in slight discomfort.
"I didn't realize humans ate lava."
Neo stiffled a laugh, realizing that Smith wasn't kidding. "You're supposed to blow on it,"
"Now, that just seems rediculous..-"
"Not hard, just enough to cool it before putting it in your mouth." Neo instinctivly blew on his spoon, making sure that Smith was watching, before eating.
Smith mirrored Neo, before eating. Finishing the rest of thier meal in silence.
Neo felt it odd, hating Smith with everything that he was, and yet was having a casual dinner with him as if they haven't tried to kill eachother countless times. Smith didn't seem to mind, and if he did, he wasn't exsactly showing his discomfort. Smith was the first to finish eating, grabbing the empty bowl and placing it in the sink, which seemed an appropriate place to set it. Leaving the room without another word.
Neo looked at the seat ahead of him. Not paying his food any real mind, he wasn't all that hungry anyways. He poured out the remains before cleaning the four simple dishes. Neo needed to go and talk to the Orical soon, he had to know what was to come out of this, if he should be cautious and careful around the sketchy male, or if he should try and change him. Or at least, make him less dangerous. He needed to know if it was same to take him in public, or if he should keep him locked in his room, with three square meals a day. He didn't know.
Neo debated whether or not it would be a good idea to just kill him, but quickly decided against it. People looked up to him, he wasn't going to go against the council and kill a man he was ordered to keep an eye on. What would people do when they see him do such a thing? Most people wouldn't mind, knowing how terrible Smith was, but not everyone wouldn't think twice about sending him to the council after they hear about it.
Looking over at the door that Smith just left out of, he sighed. He didn't know what to do.
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