Title: Kindergarten
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Special thanks to midnite star watcher for this idea. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 4 - Playtime
Smith pursed his lips in annoyance as he followed the rest of the herd out the door. He certainly didn't like being treated like cattle, nor did he look forward to playing nicely with his classmates. Glaring at the cheerful sun, he looked around the playground and then brightened considerably. Right next to the brick walls off the opposite building stood his cousins.
The lucky dogs were in the same kindergarten class under a different teacher. There was stocky Jones, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. Shorter and slimmer Brown stood next to him with hands in his pockets. None of them spoke much, but they never really had to, always being in perfect understanding of each other. Seeing Smith come over, the other two nodded in greeting. Smith returned it with his own curt nod. Then, his lips curved up in a smirk.
"Do you have them?" Brown asked softly.
Smith nodded. After sticking his hand in his pocket for a moment, he drew them out and uncurled his fingers to show their treasure. Jones leaned in closer and carefully picked up one of the items with his stubby fingers.
"They came in the mail this morning."
With a smug look, he let Brown take one, before inserting his own into his ear. The three had been saving cereal boxtops for months to get these genuine Agent earpieces. Now, they had them. Unfortunately, their mothers hadn't let them take their water pistol Desert Eagles to school. But, they could use them when they got home. For now, they would just gather information on terrorists.
"So, who's the target?" Asked Jones.
"Twelve o'clock," Smith replied. "The dark, bald one."
"He has the disease?" Brown queried.
"Affirmative. The dark girl is the carrier," said Smith.
The three settled down with their backs against the brick wall and watched their unsuspecting target. The boy in question was scaling the jungle gym with another dark-skinned boy at his heels. The pig-tailed girl played on the swings, obviously disinterested in their antics. A Chinese boy pushed her even higher. Their blue-eyed friend, on the other hand, just sat in the other swing. She was talking to a dark-haired boy.
"What about those other two?" Brown nodded towards the other two boys.
"It's possible they've also been contaminated," Smith answered seriously.
"You'd better keep an eye on them," Jones said flatly.
Smith nodded.
The see-saw not far from the swings was teetering wildly up and down as the white-haired twins rode it violently. Beside them, the French boy sat at the picnic tables with a girl in white. From the looks of it, the girl wasn't listening to him. Instead, she stubbornly sat with her back to the swings and her porcelain doll on her lap.
"And as for him?" Brown asked.
"We can handle him later on."
Unaware of their conversation, Mero stood up from the picnic tables and walked over to the twins. After being ignored for a few seconds, he finally shouted something in French to get their intention. Must have been the curse words he professed to know. In either case, the twins stopped to look at him.
"What do..."
"...you want?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just heard Morpheus and Locke saying that they could beat you two in climbing the jungle gym."
The twins' eyes narrowed dangerously. If anything, they liked a challenge. And that definitely sounded like it. Without another word, they headed for the jungle gym. The Chinese boy, Ghost, followed to watch the competition, but Neo lingered in between. As he turned from the ongoing race to the talking girls, Mero came up to him.
"Neo," he said in a friendly tone.
"Hey, Mero," the other boy said shyly.
"I noticed you like Trinity."
The boy blinked innocently.
"Of course, she's my friend."
"Am I your friend, too?"
"Uh...I guess. You haven't really talked to me."
"Well, between friends, here's some advice."
"What?" Neo tilted his head to one side.
"I don't think you should be friends with white trash like Trinity."
The most Mero had thought to accomplish was a burst of tears and the right to call Neo a crybaby. He definitely didn't expect the darkening face and the right hook that came out of nowhere. Before everything went black, he decided it was best not to underestimate the other boy another time.
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Special thanks to midnite star watcher for this idea. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 4 - Playtime
Smith pursed his lips in annoyance as he followed the rest of the herd out the door. He certainly didn't like being treated like cattle, nor did he look forward to playing nicely with his classmates. Glaring at the cheerful sun, he looked around the playground and then brightened considerably. Right next to the brick walls off the opposite building stood his cousins.
The lucky dogs were in the same kindergarten class under a different teacher. There was stocky Jones, leaning against the wall with arms crossed. Shorter and slimmer Brown stood next to him with hands in his pockets. None of them spoke much, but they never really had to, always being in perfect understanding of each other. Seeing Smith come over, the other two nodded in greeting. Smith returned it with his own curt nod. Then, his lips curved up in a smirk.
"Do you have them?" Brown asked softly.
Smith nodded. After sticking his hand in his pocket for a moment, he drew them out and uncurled his fingers to show their treasure. Jones leaned in closer and carefully picked up one of the items with his stubby fingers.
"They came in the mail this morning."
With a smug look, he let Brown take one, before inserting his own into his ear. The three had been saving cereal boxtops for months to get these genuine Agent earpieces. Now, they had them. Unfortunately, their mothers hadn't let them take their water pistol Desert Eagles to school. But, they could use them when they got home. For now, they would just gather information on terrorists.
"So, who's the target?" Asked Jones.
"Twelve o'clock," Smith replied. "The dark, bald one."
"He has the disease?" Brown queried.
"Affirmative. The dark girl is the carrier," said Smith.
The three settled down with their backs against the brick wall and watched their unsuspecting target. The boy in question was scaling the jungle gym with another dark-skinned boy at his heels. The pig-tailed girl played on the swings, obviously disinterested in their antics. A Chinese boy pushed her even higher. Their blue-eyed friend, on the other hand, just sat in the other swing. She was talking to a dark-haired boy.
"What about those other two?" Brown nodded towards the other two boys.
"It's possible they've also been contaminated," Smith answered seriously.
"You'd better keep an eye on them," Jones said flatly.
Smith nodded.
The see-saw not far from the swings was teetering wildly up and down as the white-haired twins rode it violently. Beside them, the French boy sat at the picnic tables with a girl in white. From the looks of it, the girl wasn't listening to him. Instead, she stubbornly sat with her back to the swings and her porcelain doll on her lap.
"And as for him?" Brown asked.
"We can handle him later on."
Unaware of their conversation, Mero stood up from the picnic tables and walked over to the twins. After being ignored for a few seconds, he finally shouted something in French to get their intention. Must have been the curse words he professed to know. In either case, the twins stopped to look at him.
"What do..."
"...you want?"
"Oh, I don't know. I just heard Morpheus and Locke saying that they could beat you two in climbing the jungle gym."
The twins' eyes narrowed dangerously. If anything, they liked a challenge. And that definitely sounded like it. Without another word, they headed for the jungle gym. The Chinese boy, Ghost, followed to watch the competition, but Neo lingered in between. As he turned from the ongoing race to the talking girls, Mero came up to him.
"Neo," he said in a friendly tone.
"Hey, Mero," the other boy said shyly.
"I noticed you like Trinity."
The boy blinked innocently.
"Of course, she's my friend."
"Am I your friend, too?"
"Uh...I guess. You haven't really talked to me."
"Well, between friends, here's some advice."
"What?" Neo tilted his head to one side.
"I don't think you should be friends with white trash like Trinity."
The most Mero had thought to accomplish was a burst of tears and the right to call Neo a crybaby. He definitely didn't expect the darkening face and the right hook that came out of nowhere. Before everything went black, he decided it was best not to underestimate the other boy another time.