Title: Kindergarten
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Thanks once more to you wonderful, supportive people. Although I still write this for the pure fun of it, things wouldn't be as satisfying without your reviews. ^_^ I haven't really been up-to-date with things in general 'cause of school, but Bethy brought something to my attention. There's a fic similar to mine on ff.net. Inspired by mine, in fact. That and janey's shout-out for fan art leave me quite flattered. I'm not upset about the fic, and I won't name names. But, to the author in question, just a suggestion. Remember to properly credit others in the future. ^_^ ...Whew. This is a long author's note. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. Lexie and Crystal, gracias for your suggestions. They insipired this chapter. Consider it a transition to Day 2. ~_^ [Check out the Construct! http://www.constructfic.org/]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it. This version of Snow White belongs to the brothers Grimm. And I do not own Pinky and the Brain. ^_^
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Kindergarten
Chapter 8 - Naptime Interlude
The teacher watched as her class bustled about. It was clean-up time. As the boys scrubbed the last spot of paint clean, Locke pretended to stretch his arms instead of stifling a yawn. Perse did the same, except she delicately covered hers behind a lily-white hand. Their teacher hid a smile as she collected all the art materials and tucked them away in the cupboards. Just as she'd intended, the children had been worn out from fixing the chaotic aftermath of art class. It had also been a long day for all of them. The woman knew her students wouldn't admit as much, but she had a way to get them on the sleeping mats.
"Now, children, let's take these mats from the cabinet and place them in the back."
"You're not going to make us go to sleep, are you?" One asked dubiously.
"Because we don't take naps. We're big boys, and we don't need to nap," Two chimed in.
"Of course not," the teacher said with a smile. "It's story-time."
"Oh!" Perse cooed happily. "Can we read Rapunzel? She has long hair, like me."
The dark-haired girl smoothed her long locks with a superior look at Trinity.
"Can we read Sleeping Beauty?" The other girl asked, ignoring Perse as always.
"I refuse to listen to stories about stupid women," Smith firmly stated.
"Women are not stupid," Niobe retorted coldly. "Maybe you'd like to hear 'bout Rumplestilkskin. He sounds just like you."
"He does not!" Smith shouted.
"Now, now, children. No shouting."
"But, she called me names!"
"He started it!"
"Children."
Sullen silence.
"Settle down on your mats," the woman said, taking a chair. "We're going to read Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."
Smith rolled his eyes and plopped down on his mat with arms crossed in silent protest. But, at one side, Mero seemed more interested in complimenting the preening Perse's hair. On the other, the twins were rowdily 'settling down'. Romping like a herd of wildebeasts was more like it, Smith grumbled to himself as a stray foot kicked him. After a threatening glare at the pair, he edged away from the group and settled near the cubby holes.
Closer to the teacher, Niobe sat attentively, choosing to ignore Morpheus and Locke. The two boys were just behind her, shoving each other in an attempt to get closer to their idol. Trinity was similarly unperturbed just a few feet away from her friend. She was flanked by a sulky Ghost and a sleepy Neo. Perhaps the former's fierce frown had something to do with how the other boy's head rested on Trinity's shoulder from time to time. On each occasion, Neo would yank himself from sleep and sit ramrod straight with blushing face...until, it happened again that is. Trinity seemed not to notice, just smiling enigmatically.
Considering that her class was as settled down as it ever would be, the teacher started to read from the picture book.
"Once upon a time in mid-winter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a beautiful queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood - "
"What's ebony?" Trinity asked.
"It's like the black of your hair," Neo said softly.
And this time it was Trinity who flushed a rosy red.
"As she sewed," the teacher continued placidly, "She looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful - "
"Awesome!" The twins chorused.
"...that she thought, 'If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as this frame.' Soon afterward she had a little daughter that was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White..."
As the story went one, yawns went from one to another and eyes drew low. Then, the teacher's lulling voice grew softer and softer, until there was naught but silence. And with a smile, she watched her sleeping charges, innocent in sleep every last one of them -
"Same thing we do every night, Me. Try to take over the world!" Smith cackled in his sleep.
Or then again, maybe not.
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Thanks once more to you wonderful, supportive people. Although I still write this for the pure fun of it, things wouldn't be as satisfying without your reviews. ^_^ I haven't really been up-to-date with things in general 'cause of school, but Bethy brought something to my attention. There's a fic similar to mine on ff.net. Inspired by mine, in fact. That and janey's shout-out for fan art leave me quite flattered. I'm not upset about the fic, and I won't name names. But, to the author in question, just a suggestion. Remember to properly credit others in the future. ^_^ ...Whew. This is a long author's note. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. Lexie and Crystal, gracias for your suggestions. They insipired this chapter. Consider it a transition to Day 2. ~_^ [Check out the Construct! http://www.constructfic.org/]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it. This version of Snow White belongs to the brothers Grimm. And I do not own Pinky and the Brain. ^_^
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Kindergarten
Chapter 8 - Naptime Interlude
The teacher watched as her class bustled about. It was clean-up time. As the boys scrubbed the last spot of paint clean, Locke pretended to stretch his arms instead of stifling a yawn. Perse did the same, except she delicately covered hers behind a lily-white hand. Their teacher hid a smile as she collected all the art materials and tucked them away in the cupboards. Just as she'd intended, the children had been worn out from fixing the chaotic aftermath of art class. It had also been a long day for all of them. The woman knew her students wouldn't admit as much, but she had a way to get them on the sleeping mats.
"Now, children, let's take these mats from the cabinet and place them in the back."
"You're not going to make us go to sleep, are you?" One asked dubiously.
"Because we don't take naps. We're big boys, and we don't need to nap," Two chimed in.
"Of course not," the teacher said with a smile. "It's story-time."
"Oh!" Perse cooed happily. "Can we read Rapunzel? She has long hair, like me."
The dark-haired girl smoothed her long locks with a superior look at Trinity.
"Can we read Sleeping Beauty?" The other girl asked, ignoring Perse as always.
"I refuse to listen to stories about stupid women," Smith firmly stated.
"Women are not stupid," Niobe retorted coldly. "Maybe you'd like to hear 'bout Rumplestilkskin. He sounds just like you."
"He does not!" Smith shouted.
"Now, now, children. No shouting."
"But, she called me names!"
"He started it!"
"Children."
Sullen silence.
"Settle down on your mats," the woman said, taking a chair. "We're going to read Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."
Smith rolled his eyes and plopped down on his mat with arms crossed in silent protest. But, at one side, Mero seemed more interested in complimenting the preening Perse's hair. On the other, the twins were rowdily 'settling down'. Romping like a herd of wildebeasts was more like it, Smith grumbled to himself as a stray foot kicked him. After a threatening glare at the pair, he edged away from the group and settled near the cubby holes.
Closer to the teacher, Niobe sat attentively, choosing to ignore Morpheus and Locke. The two boys were just behind her, shoving each other in an attempt to get closer to their idol. Trinity was similarly unperturbed just a few feet away from her friend. She was flanked by a sulky Ghost and a sleepy Neo. Perhaps the former's fierce frown had something to do with how the other boy's head rested on Trinity's shoulder from time to time. On each occasion, Neo would yank himself from sleep and sit ramrod straight with blushing face...until, it happened again that is. Trinity seemed not to notice, just smiling enigmatically.
Considering that her class was as settled down as it ever would be, the teacher started to read from the picture book.
"Once upon a time in mid-winter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a beautiful queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood - "
"What's ebony?" Trinity asked.
"It's like the black of your hair," Neo said softly.
And this time it was Trinity who flushed a rosy red.
"As she sewed," the teacher continued placidly, "She looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful - "
"Awesome!" The twins chorused.
"...that she thought, 'If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as this frame.' Soon afterward she had a little daughter that was as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony wood, and therefore they called her Little Snow-White..."
As the story went one, yawns went from one to another and eyes drew low. Then, the teacher's lulling voice grew softer and softer, until there was naught but silence. And with a smile, she watched her sleeping charges, innocent in sleep every last one of them -
"Same thing we do every night, Me. Try to take over the world!" Smith cackled in his sleep.
Or then again, maybe not.