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TITLE: One Pink Tutu

CHAPTER: Chapter One - "At Last The Call Came"

AUTHOR: DarthPirate and Aragia

BETA: Maniacs Edge

RATING: R-13 (content is not appropriate for children due to language, violence, and sexuality)

DISCLAIMERS: We do not own the characters, Warner Brothers and the Wachowski brothers do. We own this story and these events. This story was written purely for entertainment and not as a means to acquire money. If you are offended by slash and/or homosexuality simply do not read it. Any resemblance whatsoever to real persons, places or events is unintentional.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This all came from a strange dream of DarthPirate's, and she could not forget it, so we decided to turn it into something. The result was this fanfiction. It is our first, so anything we did wrong, excuse us please.

Neo was standing in the phone booth on 44th and Dame Street, waiting on the call from Link. He looked over the rim of his sunglasses and searched the street corner. No sign of the Agents, he'd lost them back on 39th, but they could show up again any second. He started to worry, not for himself, but for the Nebuchadnezzar, the crew, for her. No, it couldn't be sentinels; he wouldn't still be here if they had invaded. And still... he had images of their hellish metal tentacles wrapping around her neck and going up into her, twisting her in pain and confusion like a sick rapist's bong. Images, that's all they were, but he was having a lot of these lately.
At last the call came. Actually it was a call, on his cell. "Yeah?" he answered it, trying to sound like he wasn't the least bit jumpy when the flat tone pulsed into his ears just moments before. "We've had a change in plans." It was Link. "God damn it Link..." He let out a long sigh. "Nice talking to you too, Neo, but don't blame me. It was Morpheus that ordered this. See there's been a—" Neo cut him off abruptly. "No. No no no... it's just, you took me by surprise." He laughed harshly and it cut the air like snowflakes on a frozen face. "Wrong phone ringing and all. So what's going on?" He could think of a hundred more questions to ask, but the most important one of all came to mind and he quieted his voice. "How is Trinity?" Just saying her name made him quiver down to the still yet untapped depths of his manhood.
Silence. "Link?" Still no answer. Wait, there was something. Grunting? "Is everything ok? Operator?" He pressed the zero button on the phone and held it down, hoping the buzz would get him a response. It worked, but the voice was not who he expected. "It's alright Neo; Link will give you the address just as soon as he gets over his laughing fit!" She started to laugh as well. It was a pleasant harmony in his ear, and he knew why so many were jealous. It was rare, that kind of love, when hearing the other person's voice felt like a good masturbation. Good thing the Matrix didn't reveal his innermost, X-rated images.
Link disturbed his train of thoughts with a loud cough. "So, ready for another mission?" There was still a hint of giggle in his voice, but Neo tried to ignore it. "Yeah, if Morpheus thinks it's important enough to leave me hanging with Agents on my ass I'll—hold on one sec!" Someone was knocking on the door, no two someones.