"Ow! My head."
Kuro was on her back in the middle of an alley. Looking up, she saw Kegome's face. Kuro closed her eyes and rolled over with a groan.
"I'm sorry about that," Kegome said, helping Kuro up. I had to push you out of a window and hide you here. You were passed out there for a moment."
"Where am I?" Kuro asked.
"You are in the Matrix."
"Don't start that shit again," Kuro barked.
"Are you alright, Neo?" Kegome asked.
"I'm fine," Kuro said. "And I told you my name is Kuro."
"Neo!"
Kuro jumped and turned around. The producer and Inu-Yasha had materialized right behind her with out her knowing.
"Are you okay?" the producer asked.
"It's Kuro and I'm fine."
"Come," Inu-Yasha said. "We must get you to the Oracle.
"To who?"
"The Oracle," Kegome said. "She is a very wise program and-"
"Hold on," Kuro said, holding up her hands. "Program?"
"Yes," the producer said. "Programs are what makes the Matrix function."
"You know what?" Kuro said. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck the Matrix is, and why my husband was trying to kill me.
"The Matrix is all around you," the producer said.
"It is the clothes on you back. The chair—"
"Okay," Kuro said. "Fuck it. What about my husband?"
The Agents," the producer explained, "are agents of the machines."
"Machines?"
"They wish to destroy all of humanity," Inu-Yasha explained.
"Wait," Kuro said. "All of humanity?"
"It's because we denied them entrance into the UN when they gained artificial intelligence," Kegome added.
"Artificial intelligence?"
"Neo," the producer said. "If you keep repeating everything we say, the Agents will catch up with us."
"Will you stop calling me Neo?" Kuro demanded.
"I don't get it," Kegome said. "How did they find us in the first place?"
Inu-Yasha was able to shed some light on the subject. "After doing a quick Quantum Analysis, I have concluded that the Agents have established a being, or possibly beings, within our ranks with which to relay valid and critical information to the main mind that governs the machines, thus allowing the Agent Programs to follow our ever move and take whatever respond they see fit to utilize that would result in the completion of their goal: our ultimate and total destruction as a human race.
"Of course," Kegome said.
"It makes perfect sense," the Producer added.
Kuro just stared at them. "…What the hell did he just say?"
"Come," Kegome said. "The Oracle awaits your arrival."
"And who the fuck is the Oracle?" Kuro asked.
"She will make all things clear," Inu-Yasha said.
"Damn it," Kuro muttered. "She better."
The three of them lead Kuro down the alley until they came to a street. At the side of the street was a long black limo. Kuro, being from feudal Japan, had no idea what it was.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"Get in," Inu-Yasha saidm ignoring the question.
"But what is it?" Kuro asked again.
"Just get in," Kegome said, opening the door.
Kuro took a step back. "Not until you tell me what the hell it is."
"Please, Neo," the producer said. "We don't have time for these games of yours."
"My game?" Kuro shouted.
"Please Neo," Inu-Yasha said.
"Don't make us do something we will regret," Kegome added.
"What the hell could you three possibly do to me?"
Inu-Yasha gave a loud sigh. "A swift assault to your cranium with a two inch by four inch length of deceased timber will result in the instant paralysis-like state in which you will have lapsed into unconsciousness and become defenseless and unable to retaliate as we, by menial labor, hoist you into the back of the vehicle."
Kuro's face was blank. "What hell does--"
Her head erupted in pain when Kegome smacked her in the back of the head with a 2x4. Kuro fell, unconscious. When she opened here eyes again, she could see her sister.
"Okay," she murmured. "That was weird.