A/N: Thank you everyone for your kind reviews, they are very much
appreciated! I won't be able to write chapter 5 until all my exams are over
with (I actually wasn't going to write this until then but I am the queen
of procrastination). But I'm also working on some fanart for this fic and
will post that soon =)
Note: Sorry this chapter is a little slower. I had to try to develop some kind of "plot" *laughs obnoxiously*
Title: PATIENCE
Author: Eyana
Rating: PG-13. Strong language at times.
Summary: The Merovingian has a little 'test' in store for the Twins.
Distribution: Ask me first, archive later.
Warnings: Minor Twin/Twin allusions, but mostly just ridicules and delicious fun.
Author's Note: My first fanfic. Note: I made the twins a lot more individual than I would have if this had been a serious fic (using "I" instead of "We" etc), but its humor so I think I have a bit more freedom to screw around. The story is set before Reloaded, but I guess it doesn't really matter with this story too much. Also, I'm sure there are some mistakes about the technicalities of the Matrix in here (keys, etc) but just try to ignore them.
Disclaimer: God, I WISH I owned the Twins. Matrix universe property WB etc. blah blah blah. Everything else is mine... So I'm left with crap.
Feedback: E-mail me at chrissy_butter@hotmail.com No flames please.
CHAPTER FOUR:
Hour: Three
Two was now seriously concerned. In fact, far more concerned than usual.
His brother had been, for some time now, standing in a corner of the enormous room, eyes bulging through his sunglasses, rubbing his palms together like a maniac fly on the wall and muttering "It's perfect... simply perfect... ahh yessss... the plan..." over and over.
Samantha had once again retreated back into her pile of toys, singing quite loudly (some strange tune that could only have been contrived by a boy band, evil things as they were) and throwing stuffed animals every which way. She was now out of sight (somewhere behind the horrid giant panda that automatically screeched "PET ME!" every time she accidentally touched it) and had been busy for quite a while. Two wondered what could possibly be taking the child so long, and then shuddered at the random images that flooded his brain.
It was not that he enjoyed being here (despite what his Twin had thought); it was simply that he was more able to make the best of a situation than his brother. He really didn't like it at all. Absolutely not. Well, maybe a little.
Deciding to inquire about his brother's state now rather than to wait for the creature to return, Two walked, cautiously, towards the muttering wreck he saw before him. One didn't even notice him as he neared, his eyes were fixed on Samantha and drool was beginning to cascade down his porcelain features.
"Ahh yesss... the plan. It's so perfect. It will all be over soon."
Two raised an eyebrow at his Twin's burbles. It was clear he had lost him again.
"What, my dear brother, are you going on about?" He paused, and continued, "If it's about that rooster and the pole I'm sure that-"
"NO!! YOU IDIOT!" One screamed, twitching as he did, and scrambled over to his brother, grabbing his tie and forcing him to turn his head in the direction of the child - who was now in plain sight behind a bicycle. "CAN'T YOU SEE IT? DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU CAN'T SEE IT!"
"Oh dear," Two murmured as he looked on in the child's direction (who once again seemed oblivious as she clawed through a few more toys). He had no idea what his brother was talking about, but this place had clearly taken its toll on the poor program.
"What, exactly, am I supposed to see?"
One squealed like a piglet in exasperation, and pointed a trebling digit towards the creature.
"The neck. Around the neck" He was suddenly whispering.
"...What?" Two answered before One shoved him forward and forced him to look closer. Two gave a simulated sighed and squinted his eyes before noticing something indeed shining around the child's neck. He adjusted his program so that he could see the matrix in code, the room fizzled into orderly lines and segments of streaming green and gold text. It was then that he was able to see what exactly resided around the collar of the creature.
"Oh my," Two breathed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! You see it now?" One stammered, once again rubbing his palms together.
"Indeed," Two answered, before turning around, stunned, to look at his brother again. "That was not there before, I would have noticed it. How did it possibly-"
"It doesn't matter!" One cut in, a devious smile now firmly in place. "What matters is we have away out of this hell hole!"
Two's forehead furrowed in thought. "A Master Key hardly just appears around a child-program's neck. Something is not quite right here."
"AAAAGHHH!" One cried in frustration, before reaching out almost subconsciously and pulling one of Two's dreadlocks roughly.
"OW! You bastard!" Two hissed, before his own hand lunged out and yanked down on a deadlock of One's, who howled with pain.
This continued back and forth for a few minutes, the Twins at times managing to simultaneously yank each other's dreadlocks before stopping and rubbing their tingling scalp and continuing on. Their yelps and barks of aggravation stopped Samantha from her searching long enough for her to expel a wave of high-pitched giggles. The Twins stopped their rather mature problem solving and slowly turned their heads towards the cackling midget. Samantha fell on the ground, rolling sideways and eventually bumping the giant panda.
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
Two was disturbed. There was no way that toy was designed for a child.
One turned to look at his Twin, instantly forgetting about their minor squabble only moments before. "I have a plan to get the Master Key, but I will need your help to distract her."
Two's eyebrows knitted together, he was sure that this "Master Key" that had suddenly appeared was just another test of torture from Merovingian. However One was convinced it was a way out and was therefore beyond any hope of convincing otherwise.
Two sighed deeply, "What do you want me to do?"
One's eyes brightened, he was now ecstatic that his brother had come to see reason. "You stand over there," he pointed to the side of the room, "and get her to look at you. While she's doing that, I'll creep up and get the key from around her neck. Then we'll use the key to open a new portal and leave."
Two's eyes swelled with disbelief, his mouth opened is astonishment.
"... And exactly how long did it take you to come up with this "plan?"
"21 minutes."
"I see."
"Why?"
"Nothing."
By this time Samantha had stopped laughing and was staring in their direction with that enormous grin plastered across her face.
"I gots what I wants to play next!"
The Twins shuddered.
One nudged his brother to get into position as Samantha started to emerge from her rather large pile of playthings. Two grumbled and shuffled over to the side of the room as One crouched "a la corny ninja movie."
Once he was in position, Two proceeded to try to "distract" the midget.
"Little girl. Little girl. Ohh look at me. I am so interesting. I am standing here. Look at me..." he rattled off sarcastically.
To his amazement, the child actually looked at him. Damn it, she was dumber than he thought. Or else...
One crept slowly towards the midget, soundless and definitely assuring his Bad-Assness. Closer. Closer. Two continued to divert her, resorting to moving his hands above his head like fluttering cockroaches.
"Almost there" One whispered quietly, several feet away from the child.
It was just when One was less than half a foot away from her and that Two had reached the climax of his 'entertainment" when Samantha turned around sharply, looked One square in the eyes and kicked him in the crotch. Hard.
"Mother of Matrix." One managed to wheeze before he numbly fell towards the carpet, cupping his area (which was now throbbing with unmanageable pain) and sobbing.
Two froze with his hands in mid-air, staring at his brother who was now muttering a string of vulgar words and trembling violently.
"I be nots THAT stupid, you stupid stupid man." Samantha retorted, triumphantly.
Two didn't know quite what to do. Should he help his brother, or run at the girl and grab the key when she really WAS distracted? He quivered at the thought of ending up in a convulsing ball like his brother on the carpet, so he decided to go with plan A.
Two rushed towards his Twin, kneeled down and tried to see how bad it was. "Phase damnit! Heal yourself!"
His brother didn't respond, only cupped his groin and mumbled about something about his "precious assets being damaged."
Come to think of it, Two then wondered why they didn't phase to grab the key in the first place. Something about this room was definitely screwing with their code.
"Lost, all lost.." One whimpered.
Samantha suddenly perked up. " I knows you wants my pretty necklace, Uncle Merovingian saids you twos would tries and gets it."
"Did he now?" Two answered. Stupid Bastard.
"Yes ands I wills give it too yous toos." She said quickly, smiling like an eager McDonalds employee.
One stopped crying and snapped his head in the child's direction. "Why, you will?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yup!" she answered. "Buts you have tos promise to plays one more game with me. Anys game I wants, and den I gives you dah key."
Two looked at the creature suspiciously. There was no way it was going to be that easy to acquire such a powerful tool, especially if Merovingian designed this program. At any rate, he was certain that One would flatly refuse to play any more games anyway and-
"DEAL!" One replied enthusiastically.
"Oh bloody hell." Two moaned.
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Note: Sorry this chapter is a little slower. I had to try to develop some kind of "plot" *laughs obnoxiously*
Title: PATIENCE
Author: Eyana
Rating: PG-13. Strong language at times.
Summary: The Merovingian has a little 'test' in store for the Twins.
Distribution: Ask me first, archive later.
Warnings: Minor Twin/Twin allusions, but mostly just ridicules and delicious fun.
Author's Note: My first fanfic. Note: I made the twins a lot more individual than I would have if this had been a serious fic (using "I" instead of "We" etc), but its humor so I think I have a bit more freedom to screw around. The story is set before Reloaded, but I guess it doesn't really matter with this story too much. Also, I'm sure there are some mistakes about the technicalities of the Matrix in here (keys, etc) but just try to ignore them.
Disclaimer: God, I WISH I owned the Twins. Matrix universe property WB etc. blah blah blah. Everything else is mine... So I'm left with crap.
Feedback: E-mail me at chrissy_butter@hotmail.com No flames please.
CHAPTER FOUR:
Hour: Three
Two was now seriously concerned. In fact, far more concerned than usual.
His brother had been, for some time now, standing in a corner of the enormous room, eyes bulging through his sunglasses, rubbing his palms together like a maniac fly on the wall and muttering "It's perfect... simply perfect... ahh yessss... the plan..." over and over.
Samantha had once again retreated back into her pile of toys, singing quite loudly (some strange tune that could only have been contrived by a boy band, evil things as they were) and throwing stuffed animals every which way. She was now out of sight (somewhere behind the horrid giant panda that automatically screeched "PET ME!" every time she accidentally touched it) and had been busy for quite a while. Two wondered what could possibly be taking the child so long, and then shuddered at the random images that flooded his brain.
It was not that he enjoyed being here (despite what his Twin had thought); it was simply that he was more able to make the best of a situation than his brother. He really didn't like it at all. Absolutely not. Well, maybe a little.
Deciding to inquire about his brother's state now rather than to wait for the creature to return, Two walked, cautiously, towards the muttering wreck he saw before him. One didn't even notice him as he neared, his eyes were fixed on Samantha and drool was beginning to cascade down his porcelain features.
"Ahh yesss... the plan. It's so perfect. It will all be over soon."
Two raised an eyebrow at his Twin's burbles. It was clear he had lost him again.
"What, my dear brother, are you going on about?" He paused, and continued, "If it's about that rooster and the pole I'm sure that-"
"NO!! YOU IDIOT!" One screamed, twitching as he did, and scrambled over to his brother, grabbing his tie and forcing him to turn his head in the direction of the child - who was now in plain sight behind a bicycle. "CAN'T YOU SEE IT? DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU CAN'T SEE IT!"
"Oh dear," Two murmured as he looked on in the child's direction (who once again seemed oblivious as she clawed through a few more toys). He had no idea what his brother was talking about, but this place had clearly taken its toll on the poor program.
"What, exactly, am I supposed to see?"
One squealed like a piglet in exasperation, and pointed a trebling digit towards the creature.
"The neck. Around the neck" He was suddenly whispering.
"...What?" Two answered before One shoved him forward and forced him to look closer. Two gave a simulated sighed and squinted his eyes before noticing something indeed shining around the child's neck. He adjusted his program so that he could see the matrix in code, the room fizzled into orderly lines and segments of streaming green and gold text. It was then that he was able to see what exactly resided around the collar of the creature.
"Oh my," Two breathed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! You see it now?" One stammered, once again rubbing his palms together.
"Indeed," Two answered, before turning around, stunned, to look at his brother again. "That was not there before, I would have noticed it. How did it possibly-"
"It doesn't matter!" One cut in, a devious smile now firmly in place. "What matters is we have away out of this hell hole!"
Two's forehead furrowed in thought. "A Master Key hardly just appears around a child-program's neck. Something is not quite right here."
"AAAAGHHH!" One cried in frustration, before reaching out almost subconsciously and pulling one of Two's dreadlocks roughly.
"OW! You bastard!" Two hissed, before his own hand lunged out and yanked down on a deadlock of One's, who howled with pain.
This continued back and forth for a few minutes, the Twins at times managing to simultaneously yank each other's dreadlocks before stopping and rubbing their tingling scalp and continuing on. Their yelps and barks of aggravation stopped Samantha from her searching long enough for her to expel a wave of high-pitched giggles. The Twins stopped their rather mature problem solving and slowly turned their heads towards the cackling midget. Samantha fell on the ground, rolling sideways and eventually bumping the giant panda.
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
"PET ME!"
Two was disturbed. There was no way that toy was designed for a child.
One turned to look at his Twin, instantly forgetting about their minor squabble only moments before. "I have a plan to get the Master Key, but I will need your help to distract her."
Two's eyebrows knitted together, he was sure that this "Master Key" that had suddenly appeared was just another test of torture from Merovingian. However One was convinced it was a way out and was therefore beyond any hope of convincing otherwise.
Two sighed deeply, "What do you want me to do?"
One's eyes brightened, he was now ecstatic that his brother had come to see reason. "You stand over there," he pointed to the side of the room, "and get her to look at you. While she's doing that, I'll creep up and get the key from around her neck. Then we'll use the key to open a new portal and leave."
Two's eyes swelled with disbelief, his mouth opened is astonishment.
"... And exactly how long did it take you to come up with this "plan?"
"21 minutes."
"I see."
"Why?"
"Nothing."
By this time Samantha had stopped laughing and was staring in their direction with that enormous grin plastered across her face.
"I gots what I wants to play next!"
The Twins shuddered.
One nudged his brother to get into position as Samantha started to emerge from her rather large pile of playthings. Two grumbled and shuffled over to the side of the room as One crouched "a la corny ninja movie."
Once he was in position, Two proceeded to try to "distract" the midget.
"Little girl. Little girl. Ohh look at me. I am so interesting. I am standing here. Look at me..." he rattled off sarcastically.
To his amazement, the child actually looked at him. Damn it, she was dumber than he thought. Or else...
One crept slowly towards the midget, soundless and definitely assuring his Bad-Assness. Closer. Closer. Two continued to divert her, resorting to moving his hands above his head like fluttering cockroaches.
"Almost there" One whispered quietly, several feet away from the child.
It was just when One was less than half a foot away from her and that Two had reached the climax of his 'entertainment" when Samantha turned around sharply, looked One square in the eyes and kicked him in the crotch. Hard.
"Mother of Matrix." One managed to wheeze before he numbly fell towards the carpet, cupping his area (which was now throbbing with unmanageable pain) and sobbing.
Two froze with his hands in mid-air, staring at his brother who was now muttering a string of vulgar words and trembling violently.
"I be nots THAT stupid, you stupid stupid man." Samantha retorted, triumphantly.
Two didn't know quite what to do. Should he help his brother, or run at the girl and grab the key when she really WAS distracted? He quivered at the thought of ending up in a convulsing ball like his brother on the carpet, so he decided to go with plan A.
Two rushed towards his Twin, kneeled down and tried to see how bad it was. "Phase damnit! Heal yourself!"
His brother didn't respond, only cupped his groin and mumbled about something about his "precious assets being damaged."
Come to think of it, Two then wondered why they didn't phase to grab the key in the first place. Something about this room was definitely screwing with their code.
"Lost, all lost.." One whimpered.
Samantha suddenly perked up. " I knows you wants my pretty necklace, Uncle Merovingian saids you twos would tries and gets it."
"Did he now?" Two answered. Stupid Bastard.
"Yes ands I wills give it too yous toos." She said quickly, smiling like an eager McDonalds employee.
One stopped crying and snapped his head in the child's direction. "Why, you will?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yup!" she answered. "Buts you have tos promise to plays one more game with me. Anys game I wants, and den I gives you dah key."
Two looked at the creature suspiciously. There was no way it was going to be that easy to acquire such a powerful tool, especially if Merovingian designed this program. At any rate, he was certain that One would flatly refuse to play any more games anyway and-
"DEAL!" One replied enthusiastically.
"Oh bloody hell." Two moaned.
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