Title: Kindergarten
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: No, I wasn't sucked into a black hole - unless that's another name for law midterms. Anyway, I'm back! ^_^ Thanks to all you lovely people out there for your reviews! ~_^ Here's some points for clarification though...the fanart and funky dialogues aren't mine, they're Kitsune-chan's...mussed will be back soon to post new ones...yes, I know Ghost & Trinity aren't really related, check out Enter the Matrix...Locke & Niobe seem to be about to break up in movie-verse, so it's Morpheus & Niobe here...a serious Trinity, well her soft side's only meant for Neo really...and Eddie, Sparks? Hmmm. ^_^ Lastly, for this idea...chord, this is to you. ~_^ [Check out the Construct! http://www.constructfic.org/]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 12 - Mush, Mosh, & Music
Just as the class had settled down on a rubber mat, Seraph entered with his usual unperturbed expression. He waved in the bandaged twins with their wide grins. They were excitedly discussing what the obliging nurse had shared with them about cuts and burns. The last was hardly a good thing to add to the twins' repertoire. Seraph just smiled.
With a nod of his head, he started for the door. He would have gotten away, too, if it hadn't been for the omnipresent 'Racle and her restraining hand on his elbow.
Drat. He'd been -that- close.
Like some naughty boy, he was not-too-gently drawn back into the room and pushed - more like shoved - in the direction of the children. He was hard-kept to keep his cool.
"I need to see the nurse about the twins' records," the teacher said sweetly.
"Oh, I could handle that - "
"Perhaps. But, you really should practice for next year...Teacher Seraph."
Her smile looked too much like a smirk for his comfort. Before he could even say a word in protest, she was out the door. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to keep on smiling and went to the children.
"Well, well...well," he finished lamely.
He looked around the room for inspiration. When he caught sight of the musical instruments stacked up on a shelf, a lightbulb went on.
"What about a music and...uh, dance class?"
The children looked at each under for a moment and then, shrugged. Seraph let out a sigh he hadn't even known he was holding in. Turning to the shelf, he brought down a pair of drums and an electronic keyboard.
"I want a drum!" Morpheus and Locke shouted at the same time.
Lips quirking, Seraph watched as the two boys exchanged glares.
"It's alright," he told them. "There are two of them."
He handed one to each and then, held up the keyboard.
"Anyone?"
Niobe raised her hand, tugging at Ghost's arm at the same time.
"Ghost and I know how to play Chopsticks. We take piano lessons."
"Pansy," the twins' snickered. "Pansy Ghosty! Ghosty Pansy!"
"Boys, that's enough!" Seraph said, trying out Stern Voice #1.
Thankfully, the twins did so after one last synchronized snicker.
Although a little flushed, Ghost resolutely stepped forward and took the keyboard to set it down on the floor next to him and Niobe. She and Trinity were too busy glaring at the twins to even notice. Then, Niobe's brown eyes lit up and sparkled mischievously. She whispered something to Trinity that made the other girl's eyes widen. A wicked smile followed. Ghost just shook his head. Whatever the boy's friends were planning in revenge... Seraph prayed it was nothing catastrophic. But, with girls involved...who knew?
After a while, Niobe joined Ghost and they started to play Chopsticks. For some strange reason, the French boy Mero seemed to think that it made for excellent waltz music. Then again, maybe he just considered it as another way to sweep his idol of her feet - literally. The couple waltzed away, and from the looks of it, another would be joining them soon. Trinity was sitting serenely next to Neo, all but twiddling her thumbs. The boy, on the other hand, kept on leaning in to start to speak and then, abruptly pulling back. His face was an amazing shade of tomato red.
"Neo, teach me how to dance," Trinity finally said.
Taking his hand, she pulled the deliriously happy boy to his feet. Pretty soon, she was leading him along in a waltz. Regardless of Trinity's words, it was obvious who had the two-left-feet.
Seraph started to let himself relax a little bit.
That was a bad idea.
Loud thumps that rivaled tribal war drums suddenly filled the room. Morpheus and Locke held a heated stare-down over their instruments as they beat madly away. Seraph was expecting half-naked natives to come out of the woodwork next. They'd probably be shrieking blood-curdling screams to match the drums, too.
Bad, bad, BAD thought.
As if they'd read his mind, the twins suddenly leapt up like jack-in-the-box's and began jumping up and down, head-banging and dreadlocks flying.
Any moment now. One...two... Ah yes, there were the screams.
"Mosh pit!!!"
Two boys a-moshing...
Two boys a-drumming...
Two couples a-dancing...
Two kids a-pianoing...
Wait a moment. They were more than ten. ...Where was Smith?!
Seraph's eyes shot about the room in search of the missing boy.
"What are you looking for?" A voice snapped from right beside him.
He almost jumped at the sound. Somehow managing to keep his composure, Seraph turned and looked down to find Smith sitting at the desk next to him. With eyebrow arched, the boy calmly waited for him to answer.
"Nothing...nothing at all."
"I'm surrounded by morons."
At least, that's what Seraph thought the boy had muttered. What happened next didn't allow him to think about it, and by later on, he'd already have forgotten.
One moment, Trinity was leading Neo along in a mangled version of the tango. And then, she might have looked at Niobe. Either way, that wicked smile appeared on her face again. Next thing Seraph knew, she was plowing through the twins. That sent them flying into the cupboards...which shook the art material basket...which upset the red paint...which coated the twins crimson...which made them scream bloody murder...
Which brought a glaring clairvoyant 'Racle to the classroom door.
Who knew that being a teacher's assistant was so nerve-wrecking?
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: No, I wasn't sucked into a black hole - unless that's another name for law midterms. Anyway, I'm back! ^_^ Thanks to all you lovely people out there for your reviews! ~_^ Here's some points for clarification though...the fanart and funky dialogues aren't mine, they're Kitsune-chan's...mussed will be back soon to post new ones...yes, I know Ghost & Trinity aren't really related, check out Enter the Matrix...Locke & Niobe seem to be about to break up in movie-verse, so it's Morpheus & Niobe here...a serious Trinity, well her soft side's only meant for Neo really...and Eddie, Sparks? Hmmm. ^_^ Lastly, for this idea...chord, this is to you. ~_^ [Check out the Construct! http://www.constructfic.org/]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 12 - Mush, Mosh, & Music
Just as the class had settled down on a rubber mat, Seraph entered with his usual unperturbed expression. He waved in the bandaged twins with their wide grins. They were excitedly discussing what the obliging nurse had shared with them about cuts and burns. The last was hardly a good thing to add to the twins' repertoire. Seraph just smiled.
With a nod of his head, he started for the door. He would have gotten away, too, if it hadn't been for the omnipresent 'Racle and her restraining hand on his elbow.
Drat. He'd been -that- close.
Like some naughty boy, he was not-too-gently drawn back into the room and pushed - more like shoved - in the direction of the children. He was hard-kept to keep his cool.
"I need to see the nurse about the twins' records," the teacher said sweetly.
"Oh, I could handle that - "
"Perhaps. But, you really should practice for next year...Teacher Seraph."
Her smile looked too much like a smirk for his comfort. Before he could even say a word in protest, she was out the door. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to keep on smiling and went to the children.
"Well, well...well," he finished lamely.
He looked around the room for inspiration. When he caught sight of the musical instruments stacked up on a shelf, a lightbulb went on.
"What about a music and...uh, dance class?"
The children looked at each under for a moment and then, shrugged. Seraph let out a sigh he hadn't even known he was holding in. Turning to the shelf, he brought down a pair of drums and an electronic keyboard.
"I want a drum!" Morpheus and Locke shouted at the same time.
Lips quirking, Seraph watched as the two boys exchanged glares.
"It's alright," he told them. "There are two of them."
He handed one to each and then, held up the keyboard.
"Anyone?"
Niobe raised her hand, tugging at Ghost's arm at the same time.
"Ghost and I know how to play Chopsticks. We take piano lessons."
"Pansy," the twins' snickered. "Pansy Ghosty! Ghosty Pansy!"
"Boys, that's enough!" Seraph said, trying out Stern Voice #1.
Thankfully, the twins did so after one last synchronized snicker.
Although a little flushed, Ghost resolutely stepped forward and took the keyboard to set it down on the floor next to him and Niobe. She and Trinity were too busy glaring at the twins to even notice. Then, Niobe's brown eyes lit up and sparkled mischievously. She whispered something to Trinity that made the other girl's eyes widen. A wicked smile followed. Ghost just shook his head. Whatever the boy's friends were planning in revenge... Seraph prayed it was nothing catastrophic. But, with girls involved...who knew?
After a while, Niobe joined Ghost and they started to play Chopsticks. For some strange reason, the French boy Mero seemed to think that it made for excellent waltz music. Then again, maybe he just considered it as another way to sweep his idol of her feet - literally. The couple waltzed away, and from the looks of it, another would be joining them soon. Trinity was sitting serenely next to Neo, all but twiddling her thumbs. The boy, on the other hand, kept on leaning in to start to speak and then, abruptly pulling back. His face was an amazing shade of tomato red.
"Neo, teach me how to dance," Trinity finally said.
Taking his hand, she pulled the deliriously happy boy to his feet. Pretty soon, she was leading him along in a waltz. Regardless of Trinity's words, it was obvious who had the two-left-feet.
Seraph started to let himself relax a little bit.
That was a bad idea.
Loud thumps that rivaled tribal war drums suddenly filled the room. Morpheus and Locke held a heated stare-down over their instruments as they beat madly away. Seraph was expecting half-naked natives to come out of the woodwork next. They'd probably be shrieking blood-curdling screams to match the drums, too.
Bad, bad, BAD thought.
As if they'd read his mind, the twins suddenly leapt up like jack-in-the-box's and began jumping up and down, head-banging and dreadlocks flying.
Any moment now. One...two... Ah yes, there were the screams.
"Mosh pit!!!"
Two boys a-moshing...
Two boys a-drumming...
Two couples a-dancing...
Two kids a-pianoing...
Wait a moment. They were more than ten. ...Where was Smith?!
Seraph's eyes shot about the room in search of the missing boy.
"What are you looking for?" A voice snapped from right beside him.
He almost jumped at the sound. Somehow managing to keep his composure, Seraph turned and looked down to find Smith sitting at the desk next to him. With eyebrow arched, the boy calmly waited for him to answer.
"Nothing...nothing at all."
"I'm surrounded by morons."
At least, that's what Seraph thought the boy had muttered. What happened next didn't allow him to think about it, and by later on, he'd already have forgotten.
One moment, Trinity was leading Neo along in a mangled version of the tango. And then, she might have looked at Niobe. Either way, that wicked smile appeared on her face again. Next thing Seraph knew, she was plowing through the twins. That sent them flying into the cupboards...which shook the art material basket...which upset the red paint...which coated the twins crimson...which made them scream bloody murder...
Which brought a glaring clairvoyant 'Racle to the classroom door.
Who knew that being a teacher's assistant was so nerve-wrecking?