A/N: YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY! Exams are over with. Dear God that was a bad few
weeks, and I think I did ok on most of them, but two (Bio and History
*shudder*) may drag me down. Crap. Oh well, thank you all again for your
kind reviews, they really helped me when I was feeling horrible after that
History Exam. *sniff sniff* Ahhhh.. Just saw Reloaded again. Those gorgeous
Twins made me drool into my popcorn. Ew. Anyway the story continues
(finally!) If you R&R I'll send you a giant inflatable Twin doll that has a
"clothes optional" feature. Really.
Special thank you to my new Beta reader Twinlakeshgrl - now all the chapters have a nice shininess of shining shine!
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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 FIVE:
Hour: Four
Two decided that Samantha was far more intelligent than she looked.
The faint glimmer of hope that she provided was all One needed to willingly participate in her sadistic games. He was actually smiling now, completely believing that if he played along with the child for a little while, she would freely hand over the Master Key.
Yeah, Right.
One was standing now and although Two could tell the "area" was still tender, One seemed oblivious to the no doubt painful tingles. Two recalled the one and only time such an agonizing situation happened to him. He had made the mistake of saying nothing when Persephone asked him if her hair looked all right before dinner. He thought it best at the time not to answer rather than truthfully acknowledge that she looked like a yak in a sandstorm. He was wrong, very, very wrong. Needless to say, he was unable to attend dinner that evening, much to One's amusement.
Women were strange creatures, especially when they wore stiff hard heels, and Two would never forget that.
Samantha had finished moving the tea-party table aside, saying that for their next game they would "need more space." Both the Twins shuddered at this explanation.
"I thinks you'll likes dis game. It's my favorites, but I needs more den one peoples to play itz."
Curious, Two turned his head slightly in the child's direction, correcting his immaculate appearance by adjusting his sunglasses and asked cautiously, "What game are we going to play, exactly?"
Samantha turned around, that horrible twisted grin curled around her face, and answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Princesses!"
One raised an eyebrow. "Preen. cess. izz?" He attempted to reiterate, saying the word as if it were in a foreign language.
Two buried his face in his hands.
Samantha acted like she once again didn't hear the Twin speak, a habit that was becoming most annoying. Instead she skipped rather giddily back to her toy pile, stopping at a large trunk and began pulling out what looked like sheets of fabric.
Both of the Twins faces fell into horrible and disgusted shock as the child rummaged out a long flowing sparkly pink dress, adorned with bursting rosettes and fake plastic jewels. A tiara came out next, followed by another blue dress and accessories. Everything glittered.
It was at that point where Two actually became physically ill.
"Now", Samantha began, admiring the glitzy material, "I'm goings to bes Princess Aurora, das most beautifuls princess in dis land," she rattled off, as if what she was saying came out of the most distinguished Harvard textbook. With that, she slipped on the small blue gown, twirled around, and carefully placed the golden plastic tiara on her head. That meant that the other dress.
"And YOUS," said the child, pointing a chubby finger at Two, who stiffened immediately, "Will bes Princess Mologugu, my jealous buts loyals sister." Samantha tossed the horrid pink dress, rather unceremoniously, in Two's direction. He caught it, squealed as if it were poisonous, and dropped it onto the almost matching carpet.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! I REFUSE TO PLAY THIS HUMILIATING GAME! I AM BEYONG THIS!"
Two crossed his arms in protest, a sour scowl now etched across his lips. One laughed obnoxiously.
Samantha just stared at Two, smiled slyly, and twirled the small silver key on her finger. "Wells, if yous wanna stay here fer the six whole hours."
"AAAGGGH!" Two screamed in frustration, paused, and then roughly picked up the dress, almost ripping off a delicate rosette.
Samantha smiled sweetly, continuing to twirl the key on her finger as if it were a silver moon orbiting a plump planet. "Nows put its on."
Two's eyes widened, his teeth clenched and a small droplet of sweat streamed down his temple. Both the tea party and the drawing experience had tried his patience, but he was able to make the best of it and even, at times, enjoy himself. This however, was entirely different. It was undignified, it was degrading. It was a fucking pink dress with poofy sleeves.
Samantha stood there and waited, a small hand placed daintily on her hip.
Grumbling, and moving to the peels of One's laughter, Two gruffly took off his jacket, each jerky movement an attempted expression of his now mounting rage. The silver coat fell to the ground. If Two had not been so angry he would have carefully folded the precious Bad-Ass fabric and placed it somewhere safe. But Two was pissed.
One was enjoying himself far too much. It was a welcome change too see his brother experiencing the brunt of Samantha's delight. Especially since it appeared there was only one dress for the two Twins, whatever else was in that trunk it could not be as bad as this.
Two was squirming through the gown, trying to make it fit over his shirt and vest, wriggling like a giant pink frilly worm. After about 10 minutes, he gave up, exhausted, and stood there, arms raised and bound by the tight material with peeks of his dreadlocks making it through the ruffled collar.
"I'm stuck."
One bent over with laughter.
"STOP LAUGHING YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Well, it IS made for a woman!"
"Shut the fuck up."
"You can't deny that this is goddamn hilarious."
"Yes, yes I can. Now help me you dick."
"Maybe you need to loose some weight. Go on a diet."
"My legs are still free you know. I can kick you from here."
"What did you say? I was laughing too hard."
Two kicked One in the knee, causing One to scream with pain and hop on his other foot, holding his knee gingerly.
"YOU PENIS! THAT HURT!"
"Did it? Go me."
Samantha cleared her throat loudly, the Twins turned in her direction. Actually, One hopped in her direction and Two turned towards her general vicinity as the dress still covered most of his head and he could not see very well.
Samantha then walked briskly toward the pink bundle and yanked as hard as she could at the bottom of the gown. It ripped on both sides, but came down over Two's head and over his shirt nonetheless. Two breathed in and out deeply, relieved to be out of that stifling nightmare. Then he glanced down at what he was now wearing, almost blinded by the sparkles, and made a few soft whimpering noises.
Samantha then proceeded to place a powdery blonde wig atop his dreadlocked head, complete with a puffy and rather large pink bow. She stood back to admire her work. Two scowled and stood motionless.
"Awweee. Don't you look pretty?" One mused.
Samantha then turned towards One, whose laughter suddenly died down under the child's glare. She watched One intently, as if pondering something, before running off and returning with a strange artifact in her hands. Samantha put her hands behind her back, bent forward slightly, and beamed.
"Guess whats youz gets to be?" she asked.
One didn't answer.
"Youz gets to bes... tha HORSEY!"
"The WHAT?"
"Tha horsey! Tha princessesss needs a horsey to pull der carriage to tha ball!"
It was Two's turn to laugh hysterically.
Samantha then whipped out the pink saddle and bridle from behind her back. It was disturbing to think of what other toys the Merovingian had programmed for this child.
Shaking with unknown fear, One tried to back away but Two stood behind him and shoved him forwards towards the midget.
"Okays horsey, bend downs on alls fours."
"Hell no."
"Don'ts you wants dah key?"
One didn't have time to answer as Two kicked his still tender knee again, forcing him to fall to the floor in pain. He didn't kick him because he felt the child would give the Twins the key so much as he kicked him because it felt good. Samantha immediately shoved the bridle into One's mouth (which tasted horribly by the way), and strapped the saddle on with impeccable speed. Grunting around the metal bar in his mouth, One tried to phase for what seemed like the hundredth time to no avail.
Samantha then retrieved a large wagon, and tied One to the front of it. One tried to squirm out of the horse-equipment-of-doom vigorously, before catching a glimpse of the shiny piece of metal around the child's neck, gleaming in the light. Sighing, One resisted the urge to go insane again and got on hand and knees atop the sticky pink carpet.
"Oh this is going to be fun." Two said enthusiastically.
Special thank you to my new Beta reader Twinlakeshgrl - now all the chapters have a nice shininess of shining shine!
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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 FIVE:
Hour: Four
Two decided that Samantha was far more intelligent than she looked.
The faint glimmer of hope that she provided was all One needed to willingly participate in her sadistic games. He was actually smiling now, completely believing that if he played along with the child for a little while, she would freely hand over the Master Key.
Yeah, Right.
One was standing now and although Two could tell the "area" was still tender, One seemed oblivious to the no doubt painful tingles. Two recalled the one and only time such an agonizing situation happened to him. He had made the mistake of saying nothing when Persephone asked him if her hair looked all right before dinner. He thought it best at the time not to answer rather than truthfully acknowledge that she looked like a yak in a sandstorm. He was wrong, very, very wrong. Needless to say, he was unable to attend dinner that evening, much to One's amusement.
Women were strange creatures, especially when they wore stiff hard heels, and Two would never forget that.
Samantha had finished moving the tea-party table aside, saying that for their next game they would "need more space." Both the Twins shuddered at this explanation.
"I thinks you'll likes dis game. It's my favorites, but I needs more den one peoples to play itz."
Curious, Two turned his head slightly in the child's direction, correcting his immaculate appearance by adjusting his sunglasses and asked cautiously, "What game are we going to play, exactly?"
Samantha turned around, that horrible twisted grin curled around her face, and answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Princesses!"
One raised an eyebrow. "Preen. cess. izz?" He attempted to reiterate, saying the word as if it were in a foreign language.
Two buried his face in his hands.
Samantha acted like she once again didn't hear the Twin speak, a habit that was becoming most annoying. Instead she skipped rather giddily back to her toy pile, stopping at a large trunk and began pulling out what looked like sheets of fabric.
Both of the Twins faces fell into horrible and disgusted shock as the child rummaged out a long flowing sparkly pink dress, adorned with bursting rosettes and fake plastic jewels. A tiara came out next, followed by another blue dress and accessories. Everything glittered.
It was at that point where Two actually became physically ill.
"Now", Samantha began, admiring the glitzy material, "I'm goings to bes Princess Aurora, das most beautifuls princess in dis land," she rattled off, as if what she was saying came out of the most distinguished Harvard textbook. With that, she slipped on the small blue gown, twirled around, and carefully placed the golden plastic tiara on her head. That meant that the other dress.
"And YOUS," said the child, pointing a chubby finger at Two, who stiffened immediately, "Will bes Princess Mologugu, my jealous buts loyals sister." Samantha tossed the horrid pink dress, rather unceremoniously, in Two's direction. He caught it, squealed as if it were poisonous, and dropped it onto the almost matching carpet.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT! I REFUSE TO PLAY THIS HUMILIATING GAME! I AM BEYONG THIS!"
Two crossed his arms in protest, a sour scowl now etched across his lips. One laughed obnoxiously.
Samantha just stared at Two, smiled slyly, and twirled the small silver key on her finger. "Wells, if yous wanna stay here fer the six whole hours."
"AAAGGGH!" Two screamed in frustration, paused, and then roughly picked up the dress, almost ripping off a delicate rosette.
Samantha smiled sweetly, continuing to twirl the key on her finger as if it were a silver moon orbiting a plump planet. "Nows put its on."
Two's eyes widened, his teeth clenched and a small droplet of sweat streamed down his temple. Both the tea party and the drawing experience had tried his patience, but he was able to make the best of it and even, at times, enjoy himself. This however, was entirely different. It was undignified, it was degrading. It was a fucking pink dress with poofy sleeves.
Samantha stood there and waited, a small hand placed daintily on her hip.
Grumbling, and moving to the peels of One's laughter, Two gruffly took off his jacket, each jerky movement an attempted expression of his now mounting rage. The silver coat fell to the ground. If Two had not been so angry he would have carefully folded the precious Bad-Ass fabric and placed it somewhere safe. But Two was pissed.
One was enjoying himself far too much. It was a welcome change too see his brother experiencing the brunt of Samantha's delight. Especially since it appeared there was only one dress for the two Twins, whatever else was in that trunk it could not be as bad as this.
Two was squirming through the gown, trying to make it fit over his shirt and vest, wriggling like a giant pink frilly worm. After about 10 minutes, he gave up, exhausted, and stood there, arms raised and bound by the tight material with peeks of his dreadlocks making it through the ruffled collar.
"I'm stuck."
One bent over with laughter.
"STOP LAUGHING YOU ASSHOLE!"
"Well, it IS made for a woman!"
"Shut the fuck up."
"You can't deny that this is goddamn hilarious."
"Yes, yes I can. Now help me you dick."
"Maybe you need to loose some weight. Go on a diet."
"My legs are still free you know. I can kick you from here."
"What did you say? I was laughing too hard."
Two kicked One in the knee, causing One to scream with pain and hop on his other foot, holding his knee gingerly.
"YOU PENIS! THAT HURT!"
"Did it? Go me."
Samantha cleared her throat loudly, the Twins turned in her direction. Actually, One hopped in her direction and Two turned towards her general vicinity as the dress still covered most of his head and he could not see very well.
Samantha then walked briskly toward the pink bundle and yanked as hard as she could at the bottom of the gown. It ripped on both sides, but came down over Two's head and over his shirt nonetheless. Two breathed in and out deeply, relieved to be out of that stifling nightmare. Then he glanced down at what he was now wearing, almost blinded by the sparkles, and made a few soft whimpering noises.
Samantha then proceeded to place a powdery blonde wig atop his dreadlocked head, complete with a puffy and rather large pink bow. She stood back to admire her work. Two scowled and stood motionless.
"Awweee. Don't you look pretty?" One mused.
Samantha then turned towards One, whose laughter suddenly died down under the child's glare. She watched One intently, as if pondering something, before running off and returning with a strange artifact in her hands. Samantha put her hands behind her back, bent forward slightly, and beamed.
"Guess whats youz gets to be?" she asked.
One didn't answer.
"Youz gets to bes... tha HORSEY!"
"The WHAT?"
"Tha horsey! Tha princessesss needs a horsey to pull der carriage to tha ball!"
It was Two's turn to laugh hysterically.
Samantha then whipped out the pink saddle and bridle from behind her back. It was disturbing to think of what other toys the Merovingian had programmed for this child.
Shaking with unknown fear, One tried to back away but Two stood behind him and shoved him forwards towards the midget.
"Okays horsey, bend downs on alls fours."
"Hell no."
"Don'ts you wants dah key?"
One didn't have time to answer as Two kicked his still tender knee again, forcing him to fall to the floor in pain. He didn't kick him because he felt the child would give the Twins the key so much as he kicked him because it felt good. Samantha immediately shoved the bridle into One's mouth (which tasted horribly by the way), and strapped the saddle on with impeccable speed. Grunting around the metal bar in his mouth, One tried to phase for what seemed like the hundredth time to no avail.
Samantha then retrieved a large wagon, and tied One to the front of it. One tried to squirm out of the horse-equipment-of-doom vigorously, before catching a glimpse of the shiny piece of metal around the child's neck, gleaming in the light. Sighing, One resisted the urge to go insane again and got on hand and knees atop the sticky pink carpet.
"Oh this is going to be fun." Two said enthusiastically.
