Nyah! I LOVE you guys!! Now I'm gonna respond to all your reviews. . .
:clears throat:
Megami no Inazumi: I will join in your first-comment-on-new-chapter dance. Sounds like fun. Well done for getting the first review!
Seirei: Hee. This story is promising! That makes me happy! //bounce//
A Greyer Shade Of Grey: Hmm, black goth girls? An interesting idea, maybe I'll weave in parts of it in coming chapters. . . //wink wink// ;)
Kyrillia: Female twins is a good idea, again, its another maybe. And a transvestite? Hmm. . . //speaks no more about the subject//
TheGameBever(Never?)Ends: I'm glad I made you laugh! I try with my humour writing, and some sucks, some doesn't, but if I get a laugh that's all that matters!
Tashilover: Don't worry, our Twin will learn. He does get a date eventually. Ooh, I just gave out a spoiler. Oh well.
Shadowcat832: It will be a difficult job for those Twins, but I'm sure they'll pull through ;) As for In or Out of The Matrix, listen up everyone! They people they date are inside it. Ooh look I just said another spoiler. Slip of the metaphorical tongue.
Just me: //sweatdrop// don't worry I'll post soon! I'm doing it now even! Don't get aggravated!!
Red Queen: Yes, I do agree, my French dialect is hard to read, but practise makes perfect right? Otherwise I'm screwed. . .
Karina of Darkness: //Snickers along with you// Glad it's fun to read. I love it when I know people are enjoying this!!
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Disclaimer: don't own, don't sue. And onto the Story. . . .
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The Twins were in their hotel room. The Merovingian had made sure they frequently switched residence; it made them harder to track. He was rather paranoid. But paranoid programs didn't get caught. That was his motto anyway.
At the moment, the Twins were living in a rather pretty (and expensive) hotel known simply as 'The Grand Hotel'. It was large and classy and the beds had chocolate mints under the pillows. (Two had forgotten about these on more than one occasion and had woken up with a mint melted to his forehead.) The furnishings, the expensive painting on the walls, even the various pamphlets settled neatly on various stools and tables were elaborately designed. In short, the whole hotel was very La-di-da. Very Merovingian.
Two flopped down on his bed, a smile still plastered on his face. One had just told him about the woman, the kick and the humiliation of the whole scene. Two's stomach still ached from all the laughing. Imagine. His brother's first attempt at reeling in a woman, and he had kidnapped her! Okay, so Two didn't know the first thing about dating or women, but he did have the sense to do some research. He forked around in his bag, fished out a glossy magazine and showed it to One.
One looked down at the spring issue of 'the cosmopolitan' with a look somewhere between intrigued puzzlement and disgust.
"What is it?" He said.
"Simple, really." Said Two, grinning. "Look at the cover." He pointed to the bold lettering on the front of the magazine, which read:
'The Dating Bible, Part Five: What Men Do Wrong, And How To Make It Right!'
One raised an eyebrow.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. We read this," ( another jab at the cover) "and we can't fail. We just read the article, do all the right things and avoid all the wrong things. It says it was written by professional relationship experts, you know."
The look of scepticism vanished from One's face. He snatched the glossy from his brother's hand. He scanned the contents and flicked to page 124. Surely enough, there it was, three wonderful pages of the sacred Dos and Don'ts of relationships. He was amazed how beautiful the ink on that page looked. He blew out his cheeks in a sigh of relief. Soon the torture would be over.
"This assignment is history. This is our secret weapon." Said Two.
One chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, just think about it. We're probably the best hit men in the world. We've evaded the police, agents; we've got past security at various nuclear silos; assassinated some of the world's most powerful businessmen AND have had put up with the Merovingian for decades. And after all that, our secret weapon is. . . Cosmo?"
Two shrugged.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, bro."
"Yeah. I'll say."
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Okay, I am so sorry it's so short. But! It just seemed natural for it to stop there. Sorry. I WILL make the next chapter longer for you. I promise. If I don't you can poke me to the point of insanity.
Thank you for reading this!
~*Eddie*~
Megami no Inazumi: I will join in your first-comment-on-new-chapter dance. Sounds like fun. Well done for getting the first review!
Seirei: Hee. This story is promising! That makes me happy! //bounce//
A Greyer Shade Of Grey: Hmm, black goth girls? An interesting idea, maybe I'll weave in parts of it in coming chapters. . . //wink wink// ;)
Kyrillia: Female twins is a good idea, again, its another maybe. And a transvestite? Hmm. . . //speaks no more about the subject//
TheGameBever(Never?)Ends: I'm glad I made you laugh! I try with my humour writing, and some sucks, some doesn't, but if I get a laugh that's all that matters!
Tashilover: Don't worry, our Twin will learn. He does get a date eventually. Ooh, I just gave out a spoiler. Oh well.
Shadowcat832: It will be a difficult job for those Twins, but I'm sure they'll pull through ;) As for In or Out of The Matrix, listen up everyone! They people they date are inside it. Ooh look I just said another spoiler. Slip of the metaphorical tongue.
Just me: //sweatdrop// don't worry I'll post soon! I'm doing it now even! Don't get aggravated!!
Red Queen: Yes, I do agree, my French dialect is hard to read, but practise makes perfect right? Otherwise I'm screwed. . .
Karina of Darkness: //Snickers along with you// Glad it's fun to read. I love it when I know people are enjoying this!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: don't own, don't sue. And onto the Story. . . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Twins were in their hotel room. The Merovingian had made sure they frequently switched residence; it made them harder to track. He was rather paranoid. But paranoid programs didn't get caught. That was his motto anyway.
At the moment, the Twins were living in a rather pretty (and expensive) hotel known simply as 'The Grand Hotel'. It was large and classy and the beds had chocolate mints under the pillows. (Two had forgotten about these on more than one occasion and had woken up with a mint melted to his forehead.) The furnishings, the expensive painting on the walls, even the various pamphlets settled neatly on various stools and tables were elaborately designed. In short, the whole hotel was very La-di-da. Very Merovingian.
Two flopped down on his bed, a smile still plastered on his face. One had just told him about the woman, the kick and the humiliation of the whole scene. Two's stomach still ached from all the laughing. Imagine. His brother's first attempt at reeling in a woman, and he had kidnapped her! Okay, so Two didn't know the first thing about dating or women, but he did have the sense to do some research. He forked around in his bag, fished out a glossy magazine and showed it to One.
One looked down at the spring issue of 'the cosmopolitan' with a look somewhere between intrigued puzzlement and disgust.
"What is it?" He said.
"Simple, really." Said Two, grinning. "Look at the cover." He pointed to the bold lettering on the front of the magazine, which read:
'The Dating Bible, Part Five: What Men Do Wrong, And How To Make It Right!'
One raised an eyebrow.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. We read this," ( another jab at the cover) "and we can't fail. We just read the article, do all the right things and avoid all the wrong things. It says it was written by professional relationship experts, you know."
The look of scepticism vanished from One's face. He snatched the glossy from his brother's hand. He scanned the contents and flicked to page 124. Surely enough, there it was, three wonderful pages of the sacred Dos and Don'ts of relationships. He was amazed how beautiful the ink on that page looked. He blew out his cheeks in a sigh of relief. Soon the torture would be over.
"This assignment is history. This is our secret weapon." Said Two.
One chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, just think about it. We're probably the best hit men in the world. We've evaded the police, agents; we've got past security at various nuclear silos; assassinated some of the world's most powerful businessmen AND have had put up with the Merovingian for decades. And after all that, our secret weapon is. . . Cosmo?"
Two shrugged.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, bro."
"Yeah. I'll say."
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Okay, I am so sorry it's so short. But! It just seemed natural for it to stop there. Sorry. I WILL make the next chapter longer for you. I promise. If I don't you can poke me to the point of insanity.
Thank you for reading this!
~*Eddie*~