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Chapter 2
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What do you think about the Merovingian's. . . task?"
"The same as you do, you idiot. We think the same."
Two sighed and went back to flicking his nail- something that he knew irritated his sibling terribly. He checked his watch.
"It's 10.30."
"I know."
"Well?"
"Well WHAT?"
"What do we do now?"
It was One's turn to sigh. He leant back on his chair, observing the tables and people around him. He watched the waiter balance a tray on his arm with practised ease, deliver the drinks to a young couple and glide over to him. The waiter was used to the Twins somewhat unusual appearance; they were regulars here. . He spoke with in a casual yet polite sort of way, his nose buried in the notepad he had fished out of his pocket. He poised a well- sharpened pencil slightly over the paper.
"And for you sirs? Any drinks I can get you?"
One nodded vaguely, his eyes scanning the street though both the window and sunglasses directly in front of him.
" Two teas. White, no sugar."
The waiter nodded.
"Anything else?"
Two shook his head, the waiter turned to face him.
"No thank you. That's all we'll need."
A slight wavering smile, and the waiter was off. There was a pregnant pause. Two resumed flicking his nail while One continued to stare at the people walking past him. No matter how many times he sat and watched the world go by it always amazed him; men, women, children going about their daily lives that they thought were real. It was a strange thing, to imagine them stuck, minds trapped in this. . .zoo, whilst their bodies lay comatose in liquid-filled pods, monitored by the machines. To his left a fat man in a suit had just dropped his briefcase; to his left a middle aged woman was dragging a wailing child across the street. . .all of them, so very busy, whilst being asleep at the same time.
A clinking sound told him the waiter was back and had laid their drinks on the table. He nodded a thank you and paid without a sound. Two had stopped examining his nail and was now staring blankly out of the window, just as his brother had been doing moments before. One cleared his throat. Two looked at him.
"The Merovingian said a relationship, yes?"
"Yes. He did."
"What does he mean?"
"Relationship." Said Two, as if he were reciting a section from a dictionary, which, come to think of it, was exactly what he was about to do. "Noun. One: The state of being connected or related. Two: association by blood or marriage. Three: An emotional or sexual affair or liaison- "
"-I know what it MEANS, you idiot." One growled, before sipping noisily on his tea. " But. . .Say we met someone. We took them out. Does it go any further than that? How much do we have to do for this relationship? How human do we have to be?"
Two shrugged.
"Merovingian says he'll be checking on our progress. We'll ask him then."
It seemed a logical thing to do. Another question formed in One's mind, and had already flowed out of his mouth before he had time to word it properly.
"Chooseifwhawillbe?" He said, the random syllables alien to his mouth. They almost tasted disgusting. But he knew Two had understood.
"I see your point. How DO we choose? There are so many women out there. . . " He trailed off, and to prove his point he pointed at the ones that walked past. He furrowed his brow in concentration.
"What about her?" He said, pointing to a beautiful blonde woman dressed in red. One was about to nod in agreement before an equally beautiful man who drove an even more beautiful car greeted the woman. She got in and they kissed rather passionately before they drove off.
"We'll need someone who's not in one of these relationship doodahs." Concluded One. "And I think she was miles out of your league."
"You're just jealous of my good looks." Said Two, flicking his hair in the vainest way possible. " So understandably I'll have finished this assignment two years before you have."
One raised an eyebrow.
"We look the same, genius. And I'll have this relationship thing done TEN years before you do, and I will have so mastered it people will come to me for all their relationship advice!"
Two looked at him, thoroughly unconvinced, before raising his cup to his pale lips. He stopped.
"Her?" He motioned with his head.
"Nah," Said One. "Too lanky."
"Her?"
"Too short."
"Her?"
"Too old."
"Her?"
"Too fat."
Two was getting tired now. "Her?"
"Ugh, you pervert! She's barely over 16!"
"I was talking about her mother, moron, so I believe you are the pervert."
"I believe you can go to hell."
The Twins lapsed back into silence, scanning the crowd of people like two white wolves looking for a weak calf. At exactly the same time, both of their eyes fell onto a woman who had dropped her shopping bag. She scrambled to pick her things up. No one seemed interested in helping her and they just passed by as if she was invisible. She had short long black hair, and although she was a bit on the thin side she seemed very pretty. Both Twins stood and exited the café, eyes fixated on the black-haired woman.
One felt a presence in his mind and realised Two had established a mental link.
'What will we do?' Two asked telepathically.
'I don't know. Help her with her bags or something. Seems like the right thing to do.'
'Well we best not both of us go up there. We are kind of. . . unusual. We can't scare her off.'
'Agreed. But you do realise we will need another woman, asides from this one. We can't share a date.'
Two was about to argue before both realised that the woman had picked up all her things and was now walking away from them, and fast.
One's instinct kicked in; leaving his brother outside of the café he stalked after her, weaving in an out of the approaching people, hardly making a sound. He imagined it was just another stalking mission, and having completed more of these than he cared to remember, he felt better. The woman was four paces away now, and before his mind could yell at him to stop he did something he was programmed to do. He grabbed he wrist lightly, turning it with practised efficiency and wrenching it a little too tightly into her back. The perfect arm lock. Immediately he felt stupid. She was going to scream, thinking she was being mugged, people would call the police and things would get messy very quickly.
"Don't say anything. I won't hurt you." He quickly whispered into her ear. She nodded briskly and clamped her mouth shut. To the casual onlooker nothing was wrong with this scene- simply two people standing next to one another who seemed to be holding hands. One was good at his job. But of course, having successfully taken this woman hostage she had dropped all her bags again. For the second time in two minutes One felt stupid. The woman was breathing very fast and a slight sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead. One tried to calm her down.
"Sorry." He said, releasing her from his grip, "You dropped you things. I-" He bent down to pick them up. A soon as he did he felt a very solid foot connect with his stomach. All the air knocked out of him, he doubled over, gasping, and raised his head to see the woman sprinting away from him as fast as her shaky legs could carry her. She managed to bump into a lot of people on her way to freedom, which caused quite a commotion. A few people stared questioningly at One. A guy standing near him patted him lightly on the back and said;
"Hey buddy, are you alright? Dumped you, eh? Don't worry, these women, they have there moments, but they all come crawling back, you'll see."
One gave him a look that would have made most young children cry. The guy got the message and backed away.
Making sure he was breathing okay again, One straightened his jacket and was about to continue on his way when he saw the shopping bags still scattered on the floor. He saw poking out of one of them was a packet of cigarettes. Deciding to make the best out of a bad situation, he bent down, picked them up and pocketed them. Then he walked away.
He dreaded about telling this to Two. He was going to laugh till he was blue in the face.
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I give you all chocolate-chip-vegan-cookies! Look, reviewing works- you gave me a bunch and it inspired me so this chapter only took a day to write! Yay! Hopefully more will be on its way and soon. But I think I am the world's worst at procrastination, so bear with me. Any ideas for the coming chapters? Don't be afraid, tell me! I'm sure I'll be able to weave it in there somewhere! I might include more Matrix Characters, I'll see how it goes.
Love and Peace,
~*Eddie*~
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Chapter 2
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What do you think about the Merovingian's. . . task?"
"The same as you do, you idiot. We think the same."
Two sighed and went back to flicking his nail- something that he knew irritated his sibling terribly. He checked his watch.
"It's 10.30."
"I know."
"Well?"
"Well WHAT?"
"What do we do now?"
It was One's turn to sigh. He leant back on his chair, observing the tables and people around him. He watched the waiter balance a tray on his arm with practised ease, deliver the drinks to a young couple and glide over to him. The waiter was used to the Twins somewhat unusual appearance; they were regulars here. . He spoke with in a casual yet polite sort of way, his nose buried in the notepad he had fished out of his pocket. He poised a well- sharpened pencil slightly over the paper.
"And for you sirs? Any drinks I can get you?"
One nodded vaguely, his eyes scanning the street though both the window and sunglasses directly in front of him.
" Two teas. White, no sugar."
The waiter nodded.
"Anything else?"
Two shook his head, the waiter turned to face him.
"No thank you. That's all we'll need."
A slight wavering smile, and the waiter was off. There was a pregnant pause. Two resumed flicking his nail while One continued to stare at the people walking past him. No matter how many times he sat and watched the world go by it always amazed him; men, women, children going about their daily lives that they thought were real. It was a strange thing, to imagine them stuck, minds trapped in this. . .zoo, whilst their bodies lay comatose in liquid-filled pods, monitored by the machines. To his left a fat man in a suit had just dropped his briefcase; to his left a middle aged woman was dragging a wailing child across the street. . .all of them, so very busy, whilst being asleep at the same time.
A clinking sound told him the waiter was back and had laid their drinks on the table. He nodded a thank you and paid without a sound. Two had stopped examining his nail and was now staring blankly out of the window, just as his brother had been doing moments before. One cleared his throat. Two looked at him.
"The Merovingian said a relationship, yes?"
"Yes. He did."
"What does he mean?"
"Relationship." Said Two, as if he were reciting a section from a dictionary, which, come to think of it, was exactly what he was about to do. "Noun. One: The state of being connected or related. Two: association by blood or marriage. Three: An emotional or sexual affair or liaison- "
"-I know what it MEANS, you idiot." One growled, before sipping noisily on his tea. " But. . .Say we met someone. We took them out. Does it go any further than that? How much do we have to do for this relationship? How human do we have to be?"
Two shrugged.
"Merovingian says he'll be checking on our progress. We'll ask him then."
It seemed a logical thing to do. Another question formed in One's mind, and had already flowed out of his mouth before he had time to word it properly.
"Chooseifwhawillbe?" He said, the random syllables alien to his mouth. They almost tasted disgusting. But he knew Two had understood.
"I see your point. How DO we choose? There are so many women out there. . . " He trailed off, and to prove his point he pointed at the ones that walked past. He furrowed his brow in concentration.
"What about her?" He said, pointing to a beautiful blonde woman dressed in red. One was about to nod in agreement before an equally beautiful man who drove an even more beautiful car greeted the woman. She got in and they kissed rather passionately before they drove off.
"We'll need someone who's not in one of these relationship doodahs." Concluded One. "And I think she was miles out of your league."
"You're just jealous of my good looks." Said Two, flicking his hair in the vainest way possible. " So understandably I'll have finished this assignment two years before you have."
One raised an eyebrow.
"We look the same, genius. And I'll have this relationship thing done TEN years before you do, and I will have so mastered it people will come to me for all their relationship advice!"
Two looked at him, thoroughly unconvinced, before raising his cup to his pale lips. He stopped.
"Her?" He motioned with his head.
"Nah," Said One. "Too lanky."
"Her?"
"Too short."
"Her?"
"Too old."
"Her?"
"Too fat."
Two was getting tired now. "Her?"
"Ugh, you pervert! She's barely over 16!"
"I was talking about her mother, moron, so I believe you are the pervert."
"I believe you can go to hell."
The Twins lapsed back into silence, scanning the crowd of people like two white wolves looking for a weak calf. At exactly the same time, both of their eyes fell onto a woman who had dropped her shopping bag. She scrambled to pick her things up. No one seemed interested in helping her and they just passed by as if she was invisible. She had short long black hair, and although she was a bit on the thin side she seemed very pretty. Both Twins stood and exited the café, eyes fixated on the black-haired woman.
One felt a presence in his mind and realised Two had established a mental link.
'What will we do?' Two asked telepathically.
'I don't know. Help her with her bags or something. Seems like the right thing to do.'
'Well we best not both of us go up there. We are kind of. . . unusual. We can't scare her off.'
'Agreed. But you do realise we will need another woman, asides from this one. We can't share a date.'
Two was about to argue before both realised that the woman had picked up all her things and was now walking away from them, and fast.
One's instinct kicked in; leaving his brother outside of the café he stalked after her, weaving in an out of the approaching people, hardly making a sound. He imagined it was just another stalking mission, and having completed more of these than he cared to remember, he felt better. The woman was four paces away now, and before his mind could yell at him to stop he did something he was programmed to do. He grabbed he wrist lightly, turning it with practised efficiency and wrenching it a little too tightly into her back. The perfect arm lock. Immediately he felt stupid. She was going to scream, thinking she was being mugged, people would call the police and things would get messy very quickly.
"Don't say anything. I won't hurt you." He quickly whispered into her ear. She nodded briskly and clamped her mouth shut. To the casual onlooker nothing was wrong with this scene- simply two people standing next to one another who seemed to be holding hands. One was good at his job. But of course, having successfully taken this woman hostage she had dropped all her bags again. For the second time in two minutes One felt stupid. The woman was breathing very fast and a slight sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead. One tried to calm her down.
"Sorry." He said, releasing her from his grip, "You dropped you things. I-" He bent down to pick them up. A soon as he did he felt a very solid foot connect with his stomach. All the air knocked out of him, he doubled over, gasping, and raised his head to see the woman sprinting away from him as fast as her shaky legs could carry her. She managed to bump into a lot of people on her way to freedom, which caused quite a commotion. A few people stared questioningly at One. A guy standing near him patted him lightly on the back and said;
"Hey buddy, are you alright? Dumped you, eh? Don't worry, these women, they have there moments, but they all come crawling back, you'll see."
One gave him a look that would have made most young children cry. The guy got the message and backed away.
Making sure he was breathing okay again, One straightened his jacket and was about to continue on his way when he saw the shopping bags still scattered on the floor. He saw poking out of one of them was a packet of cigarettes. Deciding to make the best out of a bad situation, he bent down, picked them up and pocketed them. Then he walked away.
He dreaded about telling this to Two. He was going to laugh till he was blue in the face.
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I give you all chocolate-chip-vegan-cookies! Look, reviewing works- you gave me a bunch and it inspired me so this chapter only took a day to write! Yay! Hopefully more will be on its way and soon. But I think I am the world's worst at procrastination, so bear with me. Any ideas for the coming chapters? Don't be afraid, tell me! I'm sure I'll be able to weave it in there somewhere! I might include more Matrix Characters, I'll see how it goes.
Love and Peace,
~*Eddie*~