Disclaimers: I own none of the characters that you recognize from the Matrix or the Matrix: Reloaded. They belong to the Wachowskis.

Also, in this fic they don't use 'I' 'me' 'my' 'mine' etc. Even when referring to only one of them. I think it adds a certain dramatic effect.

AN:

Hum: if you don't want to keep reading then don't, of course.

Audrey: OH don't worry, Thompson has no intention of being a main character. ^_~

Rykan: You are a gross pervert…and I love it. ^^

TOAOHA: I dun know what will happen to Adrian, but the odds don't look good for him. And I shall protect you from the Adrian-hating reviews. ? "But of course, something else could be done to him as well" –hit the nail on the head. And the words…well I just do that naturally, I think. _

Oh  yes, I'm dedicated this chapter to all fans of Twincest! *hands all twincest fan a pair of plushies to be creative with*

And the chapter after this is really just a part of this one…

DUAL BIOGRAPHY - The life of the Virii Twins after the explosion, from Twin Two's POV

By Kobra aka Karina of Darkness

Chapter XXI: Eye for an Eye

There is a cold hearted second, and Thompson nods slightly to my brother. She turns back to the keyboard and types more, hacking. Again my programming buzzes, but the splitting pain I expected doesn't come.

"Well?" One growled, "He's not changed?"

"I don't feel different," I admitted, "Should I?"

One snarls at the female Agent, "Change him!"

"Relax, Twin," She says with a grin, "I'll switch him back in a second, all I need to do is press a few more keys. We're going to save your little pet first."

"Now! Change him now!" One shouted, displaying a rare loss of temper. He stands up and flips the chair he was sitting on across the room angrily.

"You don't him to be!" Thompson shouts back, "Trust me! I KNOW what I'm doing!"

"I doubt that," He replies sullenly. Thompson's features harden and she sighs.

"Look, Twin, you're One, right? Yeah. Well One, look at it this way. If the MI really IS after you, then he'll just go after your brother to kick your ass! If you guys stay separate right now then he won't have anything up on you! Cool your Exiled jets and let me do this my way!"

One blinks several times before sitting down. Well, actually, since his chair was across the room, he went to sit down but as there was no chair, he fell flat on the floor. I snickered and stifled my laughter, and the Agent just broke down and laughed full out, practically in my brother's face.

"You're a moron," She announced her him once her laughing fit had calmed down.

"Shut up," He mumbled and stood up, "Can we go?"

"Hold on, I need to break the Agency first." She sat back down at her chair (which was conveniently still there) and went back to typing furiously. My programming leaves the screen to be replaced by the familiar scrolling of the evil building.

"Ok, done, let's go. We can save your rebel and I'm sure then I'LL be chased, but hey, who cares about little old me?"

"That's a good question," One shot back.

"Be nice," I said to him with a smirk.

"Quiet." He snarled back at me.

The three of us head to the Agency. Thompson insists on walking, but luckily it's not far away. She probably did that for her own purposes.

The building looms in front of us. One tries to phase through it and fails again; I chuckle lightly and Thompson sneers. She hits the door once and spins the doorknob. The door opens silently. One murmurs a swear under his breath as the three of us enter.

We take the elevator; which is far too simple and obvious for my tastes. One says that Neo will be on the top floor; it's where Niobe was, at least. We're all in the elevator as it takes its quiet ascent up to the top of the Agency. The last time we were here we phased, so I don't remember how many floors there were. However many it is, it's far too many. My own Exiled programming conflicts with the sheer connectedness of the building itself, making my skin feel irritated. As a result I am jumpy and fidgety, and I hope this damned elevator reaches the top soon.

Too many minutes later it stops. All three of us step out, and Thompson opens the door to the room. As expected, The One is there, stuffed in a corner like a rag doll. Smith is pacing, but the MI is nowhere to be found.

"I was expecting you," he says to us, looking out the window, "But I don't recognize you…."

"I'm older then you," Thompson announces, "I'm an Exile."

"Where is the MI?" One growls.

Smith turns and chuckles. Both my brother and myself gasp in astonishment.

"He's right here," Smith holds his hand over his heart, and I cannot help but keep my gaze locked in his. His eyes are like cat's eyes, those slimy reptilian things I saw in One not too long ago.

Right in front of me, his irises begin to shift back into normality. The hooked pupils slowly soften and become round, blue irises growing from those now-round pupils. The shape of his eye sockets even shift, their pointed almondness becoming also round and smooth. Before my eyes, his own eyes shift back to normal. As the eyes regain their full humanity, thought, Smith drops to the ground.

I turn, instinctively, to One. As Thompson predicted, the MI is slowly taking One again. But this time it has no effect on me; on ME.

One growled at Thompson, "Who are you?"

"Agent Thompson, Sirakou," she responds with a shrug.

"I don't go by Sirakou anymore. My last name before this fiasco with a pair of obnoxious Exiles was Katirian."  MI/One smirks. Sirakou must have been a former name of the entity, much like Narasumi that I knew when One and I were still hardwired, "But yes, I remember you. A little off in the head, still?"

She smirks crazily, agreeing with the MI's statement, "Damn straight. And to help this pair of Exiles only put me further into that pot."

"I should have finished your deletion back then," He shrugs, "No matter."

Again, the MI turns to me. His face is still a pale albino identical to me; only the eyes switched, unlike last time, "Well, Two?"

"I don't need you," I shrugged and sneered.

"What?" He echoes, turning quickly to Thompson, "You separated them?!"

"Damn straight!" She laughs in the MI's face, sealing her death pact.

The creature in my brother's body charges at the female Agent, fighting at a furious pace. She is able to block most of his attacks, and the few that get through are fairly weak. I brusquely come up to the MI behind him and nail him in the head with a wheel kick, causing him to loose his focus on his task of killing Thompson. He turns viciously to me, snarling like some rabid beast, and I throw my wheel kick again, smacking him square in the side of the head. He's not fighting back, but I don't know why. The only reason I can think of is that One would be fighting back, but is that possible?

I continue to beat One with flying punches and kicks. His pale face becomes battered and bloody, his dreads get stained with red.

"Get out of my brother, damnit!" I shout as I throw a particularly nasty roundhouse.

The MI grits his, One's really, teeth at me. But I sneer, and Thompson laughs.

"You see? You can't do anything now, Sirakou! Get out of the Twin's body and take over your minion, why don't you?"

"You'll do just fine…and I think I'll tear you apart from the inside!"

He begins to leave One's body, but the transformation is quicker and apparently more brutal. One falls to his knees, digging his nails into his bruised and bodied head. I hurt him like that.  My conscience nags at me, but I can't let it win.

A single, short-lived scream and gasp of pain seems to be the end of One's transformation. He is normal again, and looks up at me. Phasing quickly, he stands in front of me as Thompson is completely engulfed within the MI. She collapses onto the floor, near One's panting body.  She whispers something to him, and he gasps. Then she falls to floor, and One stands up.

"We have to go," He says quickly, fluidly moving over the unconscious Smith to toss The One's body carelessly over his shoulder, "before Thompson wakes up."

"Agreed."

We phased, bringing the unconscious body with us.

As we arrived back at our apartment, One dropped the lifeless body on the table and practically collapsed onto the couch. He let his head loll back onto the headboard, sighing deeply.

"Two, come over here." He said to me. I was currently pacing around, looking generally bored. At his request, I sat on the couch next to him.

He looked at me and sighed. I raised an eyebrow at him, "Mmmmm?" I asked, in expectation of something.

He leaned over to me as I edged away slightly. We've never been physically close programs, and we both had a certain feel for personal space.

"Lean over, will you?" He asked softly.

I was a little freaked out by that, but I did so anyway.

Like I said, we were never physically close. It got in the way of everything else we did. Prior to contrary belief, we're not completely the same, rather polar opposites to complement each other. And besides that, when were we created, romance was not a thought. Being together would have been incest, or as the Frenchman had dubbed, 'twincest'.

He closed his eyes and kissed me lightly.