Title: High School: Matrix Style
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Trinity, Neo, John Smith, Adam Jones, "Mero"vigian, Persephone, Morpheus, Niobe, Jason Locke, Twin 1 & 2.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: My idea of what high school would be like if all the characters of Reloaded went to high school together.
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"Agents Smith and Jones reporting for duty," they both replied in unison to the mirror in the boys' lavatory at school.
"Excellent job, Smith."
"Thank you Jones, not so bad yourself, one day we will be real Agents, and we can leave these other imbeciles behind." They nodded in unison, checked to make sure their ties were straight and exited.
Around the corner
"Persephone darling, don't you like your necklace?" Merovigian linked the clasps together around her neck. Gently, he released her raven black hair and watched it slide back into place, marveling at its shining beauty.
"Yes it's perfect, but wasn't there a bracelet to match?" she purred in his ear, as her hand toyed seductively with his hair.
"Of course, now shall we be off to class?" he offered his arm. Jumping for joy when she took it. As he saw Neo coming down the hallway, he stuck his nose in the air. Let wonderboy take that, Persephone was his.
Down the hall
Neo walked past Mero and Persephone without noticing them. He only had eyes for one person this morning. Where was she?
As he stood by her locker, he let his mind wander back to what they'd been through. Although they were both only sixteen, time had passed so quickly or so it seemed that way.
Then he saw her, sauntering down the hallway towards him. Dressed in a black leather skirt that showed off her long legs to perfection, and a respectable top that could allow more than it revealed.
I need to touch him to feel his hands on my body. Trinity breathed slowly, as she slammed Neo into the locker roughly. Her hands cradled his head, fingers running through his hair, angling his head. She took him under for a ravenous feeding of the senses. Ruby-red lips melded to his, her tongue an invader that demanded submission. She felt Neo's hand move slowly down her back, and stop at the small of her back. Pinning him against the locker, she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
A clearing of someone's throat broke them apart. "Trinity, how many times must I remind you that our hallways are not a place for that kind of activity."
"Yes sir, it won't happen again," Trinity repeated the line that was second-hand to her nowadays. What I really mean, is that it won't happen again on your watch. I really have to be more careful about where we do this sort of thing.
"Come on Neo, let's get to class." Grabbing his hand, she walked quickly down the hallway towards English class.
English Class
"Niobe, will you go to the Halloween dance with me?" Morpheus and Locke asked her simultaneously.
Niobe looked at both of them. "I'll let you know on Friday." She smiled sweetly and went back to reading her book.
"Victory is mine." Morpheus smirked at Locke.
"No, she's going with me, not you," Locke argued childishly.
"Boys, please we do not tolerate that kind of behavior in this class," Miss Palmer said, shaking her finger sternly at them.
"Yes ma'am, it won't happen again." Morpheus bent his head, remorsefully.
Locke stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms, refusing to follow Morpheus's example.
"Roll call." Miss Palmer put her glasses on and began to read:
"Adam Jones." She looked over her glasses and saw a young man in a dark suit, wearing dark glasses and an earpiece.
"Ma'am, I would prefer Jones, if possible," he said politely.
"Jones," she said obligingly.
"Present." He straightened his posture, so his spine was erectly rigid. Folding his hands properly.
"Jason Locke." She saw a young dark man who was gazing at a young dark woman who was enraptured in a book. "Locke."
Jason snapped out of his daze. "Here."
"Merovigian." She looked across the room, and saw a man with slick hair in a Gucci suit, watching the young woman beside him in amazement as she brushed her hair.
"Present." He enunciated in a think French accent. He went back to staring at the young woman with long dark hair.
"Morpheus." A young dark man with a commanding presence looked at her with intelligent eyes. "Present."
"Neo." Her eyes sought out the quietest young man in the room. He was sitting in the back of the room, his desk next to a young woman with short dark hair.
"Here," he said quietly. His presence powerful yet silent in its call.
"Niobe." The young dark woman looked up from her book. "Present."
"Persephone." She stopped brushing her hair to look up. "Present," she said in an accented voice. Picking up her brush, she continued to groom herself.
"John Smith." The other young man in a dark suit, dark glasses and an earpiece.
"Ma'am could you perhaps call me Smith?" he inquired politely.
"Of course Smith."
"Present." Smith mimicked Jones's smile.
"Trinity." The young woman with short dark hair who was sitting with Neo.
"Present." She turned to Neo, took his hand and linked it with hers.
"Twins 1 & 2." Miss Palmer adjusted her glasses.
"Ma'am, they won't be in class till next week, they wanted me to send their regrets and apologies." Mero asserted.
"Roll call completed. Class take out your notebooks, and write about a dream that you've had recently and what you think it means." Miss Palmer ordered.
Author: Kenora Hazel Saul
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Trinity, Neo, John Smith, Adam Jones, "Mero"vigian, Persephone, Morpheus, Niobe, Jason Locke, Twin 1 & 2.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Matrix.
A/N: My idea of what high school would be like if all the characters of Reloaded went to high school together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Agents Smith and Jones reporting for duty," they both replied in unison to the mirror in the boys' lavatory at school.
"Excellent job, Smith."
"Thank you Jones, not so bad yourself, one day we will be real Agents, and we can leave these other imbeciles behind." They nodded in unison, checked to make sure their ties were straight and exited.
Around the corner
"Persephone darling, don't you like your necklace?" Merovigian linked the clasps together around her neck. Gently, he released her raven black hair and watched it slide back into place, marveling at its shining beauty.
"Yes it's perfect, but wasn't there a bracelet to match?" she purred in his ear, as her hand toyed seductively with his hair.
"Of course, now shall we be off to class?" he offered his arm. Jumping for joy when she took it. As he saw Neo coming down the hallway, he stuck his nose in the air. Let wonderboy take that, Persephone was his.
Down the hall
Neo walked past Mero and Persephone without noticing them. He only had eyes for one person this morning. Where was she?
As he stood by her locker, he let his mind wander back to what they'd been through. Although they were both only sixteen, time had passed so quickly or so it seemed that way.
Then he saw her, sauntering down the hallway towards him. Dressed in a black leather skirt that showed off her long legs to perfection, and a respectable top that could allow more than it revealed.
I need to touch him to feel his hands on my body. Trinity breathed slowly, as she slammed Neo into the locker roughly. Her hands cradled his head, fingers running through his hair, angling his head. She took him under for a ravenous feeding of the senses. Ruby-red lips melded to his, her tongue an invader that demanded submission. She felt Neo's hand move slowly down her back, and stop at the small of her back. Pinning him against the locker, she rubbed her breasts against his chest.
A clearing of someone's throat broke them apart. "Trinity, how many times must I remind you that our hallways are not a place for that kind of activity."
"Yes sir, it won't happen again," Trinity repeated the line that was second-hand to her nowadays. What I really mean, is that it won't happen again on your watch. I really have to be more careful about where we do this sort of thing.
"Come on Neo, let's get to class." Grabbing his hand, she walked quickly down the hallway towards English class.
English Class
"Niobe, will you go to the Halloween dance with me?" Morpheus and Locke asked her simultaneously.
Niobe looked at both of them. "I'll let you know on Friday." She smiled sweetly and went back to reading her book.
"Victory is mine." Morpheus smirked at Locke.
"No, she's going with me, not you," Locke argued childishly.
"Boys, please we do not tolerate that kind of behavior in this class," Miss Palmer said, shaking her finger sternly at them.
"Yes ma'am, it won't happen again." Morpheus bent his head, remorsefully.
Locke stuck his nose in the air and crossed his arms, refusing to follow Morpheus's example.
"Roll call." Miss Palmer put her glasses on and began to read:
"Adam Jones." She looked over her glasses and saw a young man in a dark suit, wearing dark glasses and an earpiece.
"Ma'am, I would prefer Jones, if possible," he said politely.
"Jones," she said obligingly.
"Present." He straightened his posture, so his spine was erectly rigid. Folding his hands properly.
"Jason Locke." She saw a young dark man who was gazing at a young dark woman who was enraptured in a book. "Locke."
Jason snapped out of his daze. "Here."
"Merovigian." She looked across the room, and saw a man with slick hair in a Gucci suit, watching the young woman beside him in amazement as she brushed her hair.
"Present." He enunciated in a think French accent. He went back to staring at the young woman with long dark hair.
"Morpheus." A young dark man with a commanding presence looked at her with intelligent eyes. "Present."
"Neo." Her eyes sought out the quietest young man in the room. He was sitting in the back of the room, his desk next to a young woman with short dark hair.
"Here," he said quietly. His presence powerful yet silent in its call.
"Niobe." The young dark woman looked up from her book. "Present."
"Persephone." She stopped brushing her hair to look up. "Present," she said in an accented voice. Picking up her brush, she continued to groom herself.
"John Smith." The other young man in a dark suit, dark glasses and an earpiece.
"Ma'am could you perhaps call me Smith?" he inquired politely.
"Of course Smith."
"Present." Smith mimicked Jones's smile.
"Trinity." The young woman with short dark hair who was sitting with Neo.
"Present." She turned to Neo, took his hand and linked it with hers.
"Twins 1 & 2." Miss Palmer adjusted her glasses.
"Ma'am, they won't be in class till next week, they wanted me to send their regrets and apologies." Mero asserted.
"Roll call completed. Class take out your notebooks, and write about a dream that you've had recently and what you think it means." Miss Palmer ordered.