Disclaimer: Because I am dead today, this disclaimer will be dead as well. I own nothing. There. Dead disclaimer.

Now to answer everyone's questions and such:

Alocin: Sorry, I forgot that people might not understand some of the stuff I allude to. Baka is Japanese for 'stupid', and Miroku is a character on the anime Inuyasha. He's basically this really perverted monk, so my friends and I call the Merovingian the French Miroku Poser.

Citti Kitty Monroe: And the super mega ultra kudos goes to you for knowing what song it was! *throws confetti* Thank you for your presents, yay! *eats chocolate and watches DVDs*

And so we find ourselves moving onto the next chapter of Girl's strange and humorous tale. In the last chapter, she annoyed the Agents no end until she (or they, depending on your point of view) was rescued when she was taken away by the Twins and brought to the Merovingian (aka the French Miroku poser), just because of a little teensy misunderstanding that caused the Agents to think that she was the One, which they in turn broadcasted to the Rebels because they like to brag.  Then the Rebels broadcasted it everywhere because they're stupid like that.  However, she is actually not the One, just a highly unlucky teenage girl.  At the moment she is trapped inside the Merovingian's mansion.  She is waiting to meet with him a second time, and the Twins are guarding her.  However, he is quite late, and Girl is getting bored.  And now for the Third Chapter, brought to you by French Cursers Anonymous; "Merde rein l'enfer alors!"

Chapter 3: Meeting

Girl (bouncing rubber ball against long meeting table repeatedly): How much longer have I got to wait for the stupid Miroku poser to show up?

Two: As soon as he finishes some important business.

Girl: Like what?

Two: Ummm…say, us, what is he doing?

One (reading magazine):  Not a clue.

Two: Somehow, we'd think that the One would be the most important thing.

One: Since when has he ever made any sense?

Two: Good point.

There is silence for a while, only interrupted by the sound of the ball hitting the table and the occasional page turn from One

Girl: Either of you got any cards?

One: Nope.

Two: We know where some are. *ghosts through floor, coming back a minute later* Here.  What do you want with 'em?

Girl: Something that doesn't involve a rubber ball.

Two: Oh.

Girl:  Say, do you know how to play Egyptian Wrath, by any chance?

Two: No, how do you play?

Girl:  Take the cards, deal them all out so everyone has an equal number like this *deals cards to herself and Two*, now I put the top one down, and it's a four.  Now you go. *Two puts card down* okay, a two.  Now I go…and it's another two! *slams hand down onto the cards*

Two (looking surprised):  What was that for?

Girl:  It's a double, first one to slap it gets it.  You have to get all the cards to win.

Two: Okay…*puts down card*

Girl:  So it's a Queen, now I have to get another face card in the next two cards, or you get the whole pile.  With Jacks you get one chance, Kings you get three, and Aces you get four. Okay…*lays card, a Jack* Ha! Now you get one chance.

Two: Right…*lays another Jack and jumps as girl slams palm on the pile*

Girl:  You've gotta be quicker than that!

Two:  Any more rules we should know about?

Girl: Nope.  But if you don't get faster, my winning is gonna be a rule.

They continue to play, and after a while even One joins in.  The game went one for another hour, the Twins had their speed and Girl had her skill, and there wasn't much headway going on.  But then the Merovingian came in and wrecked the fun.  Stupid Merovingian.

Merovingian:  What ze hell are you two doing?

Twins (startled):  Nothing sir, nothing at all.

Merovingian:  Good.  Take your seats, all ov you.

Girl:  I'm already in my bloody seat.

Merovingian:  Shut up, you stupid girl.  Zis is a matter ov great importance.

Girl: Well then why were you two hours late?

Merovingian:  It iz not your place to question meh.

Girl:  Whatever.

Merovingian:  It haz come to mah attention by way of ze network zat you are ze One zat everyone haz been searching for.

Girl:  Everyone keeps saying that.  I wonder why?

Merovingian:  Possibly because it iz true, do you sink?

Girl: *shrugs*

Merovingian:  Anyway, becauze you are ze One, you are ov great use to meh.

Girl:  How so?

Merovingian: It gives meh control, und I like control.  Especially over zose idiot Rebels.  Zey would crawl and beg before mah feet if zey were to see zat I have ze One.  What do you sink ov zat, eh?

Girl: I 'sink zat' you need medication or perhaps some serious therapy.

Merovingian: You are trying mah patience, girl.

Girl: Yes, I'm very good at that.

Merovingian:  I see.  Perhaps you would like to be locked up downstairs with ze Keymaker?

Girl:  You've got a guy that makes keys locked in your basement?  How insane are you?

Merovingian:  You are trying mah patience.

Girl:  You already said that.  Are you going to start acting like those walking clichés in suits who repeat the same thing over and over until their enemies heads explode?

Merovingian:  Eh?

Girl:  If you didn't get it the first time, I'm not going to bother repeating it.

One (telepathically speaking to Two): We're starting to like her.

Two (also speaking telepathically): We mean we didn't already?

One:  Earlier she was just annoying.

Two: We didn't think so.

One: Only because she somehow knew the same stupid song from that weird movie that we did.

Two: Hey, we like that movie.

One: We don't understand us sometimes.

Two: Neither do we.

One: Boy, the Merovingian sure is getting annoyed.

Two: We wonder how much longer it'll take before he cracks and starts randomly cursing in French?

One: At the rate she's going?  About a 30 seconds, give or take a few.

Two: Oh, there he goes.  She's good, that's a new record.

One:  Since when has there been a record?

Two: Since right now.

Merovingian (waving arms around):  Merde merde saluade rein merde mon dieu merde merde l'enfer rein alors!!!

Girl: Whoa…you must have had some French teacher.

Merovingian:  I didn't rein learn French from any l'enfer teacher!  I should rein give you to the merde cooks and have them make you into a merde pudding! *stomps out of room, randomly cursing out people that pass him in the hall*

Two:  Well, that was an interesting show.

Girl:  Yep.

One:  Wanna rematch in Egyptian Wrath?

Girl:  'Kay. *begins dealing out cards*

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A/N: Thanks much to megami no inazumi again for helping me with the French cursing!