A/N: uhm.. sure. we had a really frustrating day and we're thoroughly prepared to take it out on the Mero. First, our ride forgot us and didn't take us to blockbuster. Then, we kept getting interrupted so that it took us about four hours to watch a 138 minute film. Uhuh, not cool. (Not to mention that our father created a diversion and told us that our cat was dying (she really wasn't) and stole our dvd.) NOW, our stupid computer has decided not to let us do screencaps. How are we supposed to get this totally freakin' awesome picture that we really want? AUGH!

But, we are the proud owner of Reloaded, which redeems EVERYTHING. What can we say, We're an otaku. Now to the story…

We mean, wait, reviews… heheheh
Kit19: we torture them because we like them. And because we can. But that's beside the point. And we think we can promise that "cute pandora" won't use francais. That un-cute-ifies her. And also because our francais sux and we are kind of embarrassed of asking our teacher how to say random stuff en francais. Uhm yeah.
White Striped Skittle: bourbon. bourbon. bourbon. we like the way bourbon sounds. (we don't know what it tastes like tho.) maybe they shall have their bourbon.

And *now* to the story…

PS: there are several minor edits, but they are basically changes from Rhiannon to Loki and she to he, so you can skip this.

Pandora the Brave:
Chapter Six

Sputtering with shock and with no idea what he should do, the Maitre d' of the café simply pointed the Twins through the doors. As they passed, he looked curiously at the strange, slightly disheveled little girl following close behind.

The Merovingian happened to glance away from his vigilant watch on the door, only to look up to find two furious men leading an ecstatic six-year-old to the dais. Recognizing the gleam in the brat's eyes, the Merovingian knew that something, somewhere had gone horribly wrong.

When the trio reached the table, the Merovingian attempted to remember his therapist's anger management skills before throwing them to the winds in sheer fury as the blonde six-year-old smiled happily, waved, and ran to her mother, crying, "Mummy!" After a brief conversation, she crawled into Persephone's lap, watching the Twins and the Merovingian eagerly.

"Sit. Explain," the Merovingian growled.

"This morning," began Two.

"that spoiled brat of a girl convinced us to take her to the mall, where she ditched us, and ran all the way here," continued One, glaring at the 'spoiled brat.'

Two finished, "We have no idea what for."

"We tried to stop her,"

"But she's too small."

"She could fit through places"

"we cannot go."

"Like under people."

"Or through them."

"She ran down the street"

"At lunch hour no less"

"And crashed through a bunch of people!"

"And in the elevator,"

"She kicked us!"

Oh, that's impressive.

Shut up, us. It hurt.

We know, twit. We felt it.

"Are you telling me that a little gerl overpowered zeh bos of you?!" the Merovingian demanded, infuriated.
One felt like slipping his hand around Pandora's slim and tender neck, and crushing it. Instead he simply answered, "Overpowered is not the right word."
Eyes bulging, the Merovingian cursed lividly. "Vell zhen, explain to me exahctly how a six-year-old gerl was able to disable two full grown men. And zhen beat zhem in a footrace through nerely a'undred people. Shay must 'ave done somesing, becauhse I cahn see no uhzer vay for her to have outdohne my best ah-sass-ahns."

Not willing to answer, the Twins allowed a strange silence to drag itself out as they sat thinking of all the various ways to murder unruly six-year-olds. Vats of boiling oil and hara-kiri sounded particularly interesting, but the iron maiden was also appealing. Conversing telepathically, they decided upon the best way to kill the little imp.

"Ahy 'ave no time for zis. Ahy hahve a meeting. Zhis matter hahs yet to be resolved," the Merovingian proclaimed, his eyes fixing on the door once again.

"You don't have a meeting," Pandora said quietly.

"Excusez moi?" the Merovingian asked, turning to her and narrowing his green eyes.

Pandora smiled, "Loki isn't coming."

"Quoi? Pourquoi? Qu'est-ce que vous avez fait?" the Merovingian demanded. (What? Why? What have you done?)

"Oh," she shrugged. "I told him the truth. Anyways, can we do something together? Like as a group or something?"

"Trusce? Whaht trusce? Qu'est-ce que vous avez dit à il?" the Merovingian sputtered, trying not to shout in his anger. (What did you say to her?)

Pandora snapped defensively, "I didn't tell him anything!"

"Whaht? You stupid gerl!"

Persephone interrupted, "Tell your fazher zhe trusce."

"He's not my father!" she shouted at the same time the Merovingian protested, "She'z not my daughter!" They glared at each other.

"Whaht zhe hell did you tell 'em?"

"I only told him the truth!"

"Tell me!"

"I told the truth!"

"Whaht did you zay, damn it all! I'll 'ave your tongue for zhis!"

"I only told him that you were lying!" cried Pandora, clutching her mother's neck.

"Lying? Whaht iz zis? Whaht did I lie abouht?" the Merovingian asked.

Pandora narrowed her crystal blue eyes and hissed, "You were going to kidnap him! You were going to kill him! You promised him that he would be safe."

"So whaht?" the Merovingian protested. "Ahy would 'ave put 'em back togezzer again!" Suddenly, he realized that Pandora had overheard his conversation. "Tu salope! Tu petite salope! 'Sephone, zhis child iz no longer under your authority. She 'as broken my rules and will face my punishment!"

Persephone protested, "Mais—"

"No, buts!" The Merovingian snatched Pandora away from her mother and dragged her out of the restaurant. To his surprise, she did not fight his grasp but only tried to keep up with his long stride. Gliding elegantly behind, the Twins followed, tailed by the worried Persephone and the rest of rather curious bodyguards. At the turn of a magic key, the Merovingian's posse waited around his desk while little Pandora faced a private interrogation.

~MnI~

we know that it's short, but we are currently under attack from this old oc we made up in seventh grade. We were stupid back then, and generally made all-powerful chars. Basically, if we don't write up something for him, we're gonna get killed. *sighs* oh yeah, and school…. We have to take psats on Tuesday. Blargh… ah well… until next time, whenever that is, ja ne mes aimes! And do review, it's like candy! And candy is good!

Ps: minor edits, nothing major.