Title: Kindergarten
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Thanks for the lovely reviews, mates. ~_^ The idea credits for this chapter go to Kitsune-chan (can I beg off some fanart, dear? ~_~) and Jennifer Jolie. Sorry for the "slight" delay. Was waylaid by Law finals. ~_^ ...And just a note to someone's comment, Principal Archie IS the Architect. It's my shortcut for him, like 'Racle for Oracle. ^_^ [Check out the Construct! http://www.constructfic.org/]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it. Nor can I claim Gucci.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 15 - All Wet
It took some time to get everyone settled down again. By then, the generator had kicked in and the lights were back on. However, rain was now coming down like -
"Cats and cars!" Link said excitedly.
"It's cats and dogs, you idiot."
Sparks rolled his eyes at his friend.
"No name-calling, children."
Their teacher tried to raise his teeny voice to be heard from across the room and over the collective noise. The two friends looked at each other from their place by the windows. They rolled their eyes and sighed. Resting their faces on their hands, they leaned on the cubbies with their elbows. They'd dragged their chairs there, along with Morpheus, Niobe, and Ghost.
"Well, I still like cars better," Link insisted stubbornly.
Morpheus fiercely nodded his head in agreement. His chair wobbled at the action.
"Whatever rows your boat," Sparks said, already bored with their conversation.
"Why don't we make paper boats and throw them into the puddles!" Morpheus suggested, smiling widely.
The chair shook harder as he jumped at the idea. Unable to take it any longer, it slipped and threw him onto the carpet of the reading area. He pushed away a pillow that had flipped over and fallen onto his face. Niobe laughed at his disgruntled look. Gathering the remnants of his dignity, Morpheus set his chair upright and clambered back on it. But, only after he'd snatched a pile of papers and crayons from the supply cabinet. He handed them out and soon, they were all busy at work.
Undisturbed by someone literally falling into their discussion, Locke continued talking to West and Hamann. The two had brilliant ideas about such issues as conveying cryptic messages and giving rousing speeches so as to win the girl and soundly defeat your rival. ...Of course, he hadn't considered the fact that the other two boys were single and probably wouldn't really know any better.
So involved were they that it wasn't hard to ignore the scuffle that still continued at the center of the room. The four had now split up into pairs of punching, grunting black and white. A development that made it even harder for the distressed Mr. Keynes to break them up. It didn't help that some students were just casually watching. The four cousins had settled comfortably in their chairs to observe and take down the strengths and weaknesses of their J-rivals. On occassion, they would compare notes.
On the other side of the fight, Mero set up his recess, the only one to think to eat. He carefully set down his carton of grape juice, moving it closer to himself when it danced dangerously at the edge. The pummeling nearby wasn't helping the stability of his chair. He found the fight uncouth and disgraceful. His lovely lady, however, seemed to take interest in it. Something about blood sports and gambling being a gentleman's game, so of course, he had to play along. The lady in question idly took the piece of cheese on crackers that he handed as she watched the ensuing fight with wide eyes.
So, it was with quiet contentment that Neo and Trin enjoyed a corner of the classroom. The sleeping mats for naptime were clumsily piled up there. The boy had curled up in a tight ball on top of one, while his head rested on another. Trin, on the other hand, had settled down next to him with a book of "Kung Fu for Kids". She was enjoying the peaceful moment when it happened - for we all know that such moments can never last. It would have come to nothing at any place, but this was kindergarten. Something always has to happen...or go horrifically wrong.
A twin - it was hard to tell which in the blur - had successfully tugged of his J's shoe, sending it flying.
"Merde!" Mero cursed. "Watch it, you idiot!"
Too late. It had knocked over the precariously-placed carton, sending a spray of grape juice on him and Perse.
"This is Gucci!" The girl shrieked in outrage.
Perse threw the cracker in hand at the twin to blame. With an unpleasant smile, she waited in anticipation of yellow cheese smeared down his immaculate white shirt. But, before she could get that satisfaction, the twin seemed to disappear out of sight, popping back in after it had passed him. His partner in crime similarly dodged the tasty projectile. But, Bane was not so lucky.
"Wha - Halp!" He garbled as it entered his mouth.
With that loud yelp, he tumbled back in his seat. Before his brother or cousins could come to his assistance, the chair fell to the floor with a crash.
"Ouch," the boy whimpered.
"Man down!" Smith shouted.
As the trio hurriedly rushed to Bane's side, they only caused the nearby cabinet to shake even more. The rubber balls that sat on top of it shook omniously.
"Smith..." Brown started.
"What?"
"Incoming!" Boomed Jones.
They huddled over their fallen comrade as the avalanche hit the room. Those by the cubbies watched with morbid interest as chaos erupted. Perse was shrieking again as if attempting to beat the rumbling thunder at its own game. A frustrated Mero was trying to tug her down under a table, but to no avail. The fight raged on amidst the barrage, while their teacher stood helplessly at the eye of the storm.
Trin watched with a wary eye as the salvo steadily made its way towards them. As the balls bounced from table to table, they started to slow down, but one mercilessly continued on its path. With a last leap, it flew into the air...splashed into the class aquarium...drenched Neo and Trin...and came at them like a kamikaze.
The girl instinctively covered Neo with her body just as the ball lightly touched her back and then harmlessly rolled away on the floor.
Neo yawned and blinked at Trin in sleepy confusion.
"Trin...why am I wet?"
Author: trin_chardin
Summary: What if the characters of Reloaded went to kindergarten together?
Categories: AU/Humor
Author's Notes: Thanks for the lovely reviews, mates. ~_^ The idea credits for this chapter go to Kitsune-chan (can I beg off some fanart, dear? ~_~) and Jennifer Jolie. Sorry for the "slight" delay. Was waylaid by Law finals. ~_^ ...And just a note to someone's comment, Principal Archie IS the Architect. It's my shortcut for him, like 'Racle for Oracle. ^_^ [Check out the Construct! http://www.constructfic.org/]
Disclaimer: I don't own the Matrix concept or anyone/anything in it. Nor can I claim Gucci.
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Kindergarten
Chapter 15 - All Wet
It took some time to get everyone settled down again. By then, the generator had kicked in and the lights were back on. However, rain was now coming down like -
"Cats and cars!" Link said excitedly.
"It's cats and dogs, you idiot."
Sparks rolled his eyes at his friend.
"No name-calling, children."
Their teacher tried to raise his teeny voice to be heard from across the room and over the collective noise. The two friends looked at each other from their place by the windows. They rolled their eyes and sighed. Resting their faces on their hands, they leaned on the cubbies with their elbows. They'd dragged their chairs there, along with Morpheus, Niobe, and Ghost.
"Well, I still like cars better," Link insisted stubbornly.
Morpheus fiercely nodded his head in agreement. His chair wobbled at the action.
"Whatever rows your boat," Sparks said, already bored with their conversation.
"Why don't we make paper boats and throw them into the puddles!" Morpheus suggested, smiling widely.
The chair shook harder as he jumped at the idea. Unable to take it any longer, it slipped and threw him onto the carpet of the reading area. He pushed away a pillow that had flipped over and fallen onto his face. Niobe laughed at his disgruntled look. Gathering the remnants of his dignity, Morpheus set his chair upright and clambered back on it. But, only after he'd snatched a pile of papers and crayons from the supply cabinet. He handed them out and soon, they were all busy at work.
Undisturbed by someone literally falling into their discussion, Locke continued talking to West and Hamann. The two had brilliant ideas about such issues as conveying cryptic messages and giving rousing speeches so as to win the girl and soundly defeat your rival. ...Of course, he hadn't considered the fact that the other two boys were single and probably wouldn't really know any better.
So involved were they that it wasn't hard to ignore the scuffle that still continued at the center of the room. The four had now split up into pairs of punching, grunting black and white. A development that made it even harder for the distressed Mr. Keynes to break them up. It didn't help that some students were just casually watching. The four cousins had settled comfortably in their chairs to observe and take down the strengths and weaknesses of their J-rivals. On occassion, they would compare notes.
On the other side of the fight, Mero set up his recess, the only one to think to eat. He carefully set down his carton of grape juice, moving it closer to himself when it danced dangerously at the edge. The pummeling nearby wasn't helping the stability of his chair. He found the fight uncouth and disgraceful. His lovely lady, however, seemed to take interest in it. Something about blood sports and gambling being a gentleman's game, so of course, he had to play along. The lady in question idly took the piece of cheese on crackers that he handed as she watched the ensuing fight with wide eyes.
So, it was with quiet contentment that Neo and Trin enjoyed a corner of the classroom. The sleeping mats for naptime were clumsily piled up there. The boy had curled up in a tight ball on top of one, while his head rested on another. Trin, on the other hand, had settled down next to him with a book of "Kung Fu for Kids". She was enjoying the peaceful moment when it happened - for we all know that such moments can never last. It would have come to nothing at any place, but this was kindergarten. Something always has to happen...or go horrifically wrong.
A twin - it was hard to tell which in the blur - had successfully tugged of his J's shoe, sending it flying.
"Merde!" Mero cursed. "Watch it, you idiot!"
Too late. It had knocked over the precariously-placed carton, sending a spray of grape juice on him and Perse.
"This is Gucci!" The girl shrieked in outrage.
Perse threw the cracker in hand at the twin to blame. With an unpleasant smile, she waited in anticipation of yellow cheese smeared down his immaculate white shirt. But, before she could get that satisfaction, the twin seemed to disappear out of sight, popping back in after it had passed him. His partner in crime similarly dodged the tasty projectile. But, Bane was not so lucky.
"Wha - Halp!" He garbled as it entered his mouth.
With that loud yelp, he tumbled back in his seat. Before his brother or cousins could come to his assistance, the chair fell to the floor with a crash.
"Ouch," the boy whimpered.
"Man down!" Smith shouted.
As the trio hurriedly rushed to Bane's side, they only caused the nearby cabinet to shake even more. The rubber balls that sat on top of it shook omniously.
"Smith..." Brown started.
"What?"
"Incoming!" Boomed Jones.
They huddled over their fallen comrade as the avalanche hit the room. Those by the cubbies watched with morbid interest as chaos erupted. Perse was shrieking again as if attempting to beat the rumbling thunder at its own game. A frustrated Mero was trying to tug her down under a table, but to no avail. The fight raged on amidst the barrage, while their teacher stood helplessly at the eye of the storm.
Trin watched with a wary eye as the salvo steadily made its way towards them. As the balls bounced from table to table, they started to slow down, but one mercilessly continued on its path. With a last leap, it flew into the air...splashed into the class aquarium...drenched Neo and Trin...and came at them like a kamikaze.
The girl instinctively covered Neo with her body just as the ball lightly touched her back and then harmlessly rolled away on the floor.
Neo yawned and blinked at Trin in sleepy confusion.
"Trin...why am I wet?"