Beginning Note/
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Driving wasn't as horrible as she had imagined it being. But she thought that if she were to run into some enemy, that she'd have a better chance of survival if she were on foot. Leaving the car sitting in the parkinglot of a random office building, she began to traverse the sidewalks. The city was as busy as a typical business lunch hour, unaware of the things going on behind the scenes. She watched the faces of the people passing her, wondering if she would be happy returning to the life of the normal person. Yossi in a business suit was something she couldn't do. Hacking would have to sustain her life, just like it had been before the Twins and Rebels and their world. But she had become a part of that world, so it was her's as well. The thought was frightening. She knew where she was, but she wasn't sure of her destination until she was there.
She was standing at the entrance of the hotel she had first stayed at with the twins with a donning sense of horror overcoming her. Her feet had led her to the one place that was brimming with old, painful memories. It was as grand and beautiful now as it had been those many years ago. Her heart ached painfully as she watched people coming to and fro through the sliding doors that opened obediantly to allow their passage quietly. They were blissfully living happily ever after. And, with the impression that she was being pulled along by a string with no other choice, she entered.
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Unbeknownst to Yossi as she entered, somebody was watching her. The twins were standing motionless in the tide of people, making way for them like water parting for rocks. They watched Yossi like they were watching a ghost walk into the hotel. She was supposed to be dead. The rebels had killed her, and for retribution, they had gone on a hunt, killing them with ease whenever they could. They had avenged her death, they believed, and now she had returned. When a flower is crushed in a harsh fist, it can't simply return to it's old splendor. They were quick to follow their ghost into the hotel, their own memories returning to the day they had first led her into the building, when she was their prisoner, not their lover.
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The expensive Italian decorations were splendid just as she remembered. Her fingers ached to run across the smooth gold plating, to touch the petals of the exotic flowers, but she had one reason for walking in here, she believed. Nothing at the moment was more important than seeing the old room they had stayed in, whether it made sense or not, she didn't care. She didn't bother walking up to the desk to check if it was available, she would just walk in and out, a short tour, and then she would see where she would go afterwards. The door to the shiny gold elevator chimed to announce it's return and opened with a rolling sound. She entered the splendid, spacious room, her attention distracted for a moment by her many gold-toned reflections as the doors closed soon after. Soft music barely whispered in the cool elevator as she ascended. She was curious if anyone had bought the room, it wouldn't matter either way, but she would definatly prefer if it were empty. It wouldn't be hard to brake the lock, however. But she was curious what someone would do if they saw her walking in to inspect the interior.
It was a long climb to the top, she was happy noone had stopped it on it's way up. When the doors slid open, the first thing she could see was her and the twins walking down the serene hall, all the way to the end, which still sported the same table with the roses. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes tightly to rid herself of the vision and exited just as the doors began to close. The hallway was exactly the same, the cold, formal touch of an aristocrat. Yossi could imagine a couple ladies with large, elaborate dresses gliding towards her as she walked stiffly down to the hall. The silver doorknobs were as tempting as they had been before. There was such a stillness in the air, she simply wanted to look into each room to see if everyone was asleep and she was the only one awake and alive. She stopped, her hand reached for one of the door knobs, only halfway to her real destination. But before her fingers could brush the cool metal, the sound of a door opening broke her mesmerazation.
Yossi knew exactly which door had opened before she turned to gaze down the hall. Her face was a forelorn mask of pain and apathy. The strange mixture took away any implications that she was fragile any longer. The years had turned her hard and cold, but the one thing that broke her wall was the disappearence of two beings, and now they stood, waiting for her down the hall before their room. She stood still as a statue, taking them in silently. But she took a step back, and another, and then turned and ran back the way she came. Her life had been pleasantly complicated with the twins, but with Philo still alive, that complication would take a turn and her life would become callous. Philo would have to die before she could take the twins back into her life. She didn't bother trying to comprehend all of Philo's lies, the only thing her mind was circling around was where they had been on that fateful morning. A plain white door with an off-white handle was the first room that led to the roof. She ran all the way there with the twins close behind. It hadn't taken long for them to catch up. Yossi was still tired and underfed from being the hostage of Philo. She tore the door open and slammed it behind her, but before the sound of the door banging closed could satisfy her, one of the twins grabbed it and raced up after Yossi. The staircase spiraled upwards, and taking double steps was taxing Yossi greatly. She grabbed hold of the handrail and lept up the stairs as fast as she could like she was scaling a junglegym. Barely being able stay ahead, she was relieved when she finally made it to the rooftop door.
Before she could exit into the dim sunshine of a cloudy morning, however, she was tackled from behind by one of the twins. She bit her lip when she roughly hit the ground, drawing blood that ran down her chin and dripped to the cement. She wanted to curse, she even wanted to throw a tantrum, but she knew that wouldn't help, she'd have to fight them away. Her decision brought up a painful knot as bile climbed up her throat. She could feel the twin rising, and before he could restrain her, Yossi scrambled away and put distance between herself and the twins. She turned and took up a fighting stance. The twins watched her, confused, but mirrored her move. They took the offensive almost immediatly, sprinting towards Yossi who stood and waited for them. She rose her hands high above her and flipped back onto them, springing upright and landing the toe of her boot beneath a twins chin. He stumbled backwards, yet his brother swept a leg beneath Yossi's feet just as she was landing. She fell back onto her bottem and scrambled away as he reached for her. Neither of them had drawn their razors, but Yossi hadn't expected them to anyways. When she was back on her feet, the twin was aiming a punch to the side of her face, Yossi countered him by grabbing his wrist and ducking under his arm, but as she was doing so, his brother, who would have a spectacular bruise under his chin if he were human, grabbed her by her upper arm and tossed her away. She was just before the shadow made by the small square building of the stairwell. She slowly moved into a ready position as the twin she had countered turned to look at her and his brother rubbed his chin. She sprinted for them, planning to flip between them and get a good square kick at their backs, but as they moved towards her, they both began to move away from each other. She had to twist away from one's fist, but ended up a ready target for the other's knee. As he was bringing it up for her stomach, she put a foot atop it and lept high, backflipping into the shadow of the building. Just as she landed, one of the twins grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into the cement wall of the stairwell. Their bodies were flush together, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, thinking that their battle was over.
Her body was exhausted and sweat was pouring from her. She had overworked herself, and thus fainted as the twin pressed his lips against hers, drawing away with the bright red stain of her bloody lip, which he gingerly licked away.
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After waking in terrible darkness and half-dead conditions for so long, Yossi believed for a moment that she was only dreaming. Her eyes blinked open to a blurry view of a pale blue ceiling, and as her vision cleared and her muddled thoughts straightened out, she recognized where she was. Yossi had gotten this far through sheer will alone, but she didn't feel like she could take another step without someone's help. Thick, feathery covers kept her body warm in the icy room. When she sat up, the whole world spun around Yossi's head like planets orbiting the sun. She pressed her palm against the side of her forehead and pulled the covers off of her. She was in new, clean clothes now, which didn't surprise her. When the spinning subsided, she slid off the bed and went on a hunt for food. When she didn't immediatly see the Twins, her stomach clenched tightly with worry. When the front door opened, she believed for one horrible second that Philo would walk through the door and the whole process would repeat itself.
Sporting a plastic bag with the label of the nearest Chinese restraunt, one of the twins greeted Yossi instead. He walked over and placed it on the counter, revealing a large Chinese meal. Her vision fogged again, but this time it was salty tears that were the culprit. She would have fallen to her knees and wept for several minutes if the smell of food hadn't kept her en route.
"You should rest for the day Yossi, we will have everything taken care of soon," he tried to reassure Yossi, who picked up a pair of chopsticks after opening one of the cartons. She stopped, her utensils poised over the box.
"What do you mean?" the beginning edge of panic tainted the tone of her voice.
The twin peered at Yossi curiously, not willing to answer her, and when he didn't, Yossi continued, putting her chopsticks down on the counter as her other hand squeezed the carton, "You don't need to take care of anything, just leave my business to me!"
"We do not believe this is just your business, in fact it is more of ours than yours," he spoke in a calm tone that was meant to qualm Yossi's nervousness, but didn't do anything of the sort. Instead, she fell quiet and took the small meal to the couch and curled into the corner to nurse her empty stomach. The twin followed her soon after, perched on the opposite end of the couch where he watched her eating silently. If she were younger she might have found his gaze bothersom and penetrating, but now she was simply happy to be on the receiving end. Before she could finish, he had slid over to her side, almost stealthily, so she was surprised when he plucked the chopsticks, which had been placing a large mushroom into Yossi's mouth, away and let them drop to the shiny, elegant black table with a little clatter. Yossi placed her carton of food down before he could steal it away as well.
Though she had still been hungry, the program knew exactly how to distract her. Goosebumps marched up her arms when her clothes were quickly pulled away, not only from the cold, but also her anticipation. She hadn't realized that she had been hungry for something else besides Chinese. His pallid hands smoothed away the anxiety and fear like a magician disappearing a tiger. Her frustrations disipitated like smoke till the only thing on her mind was the twin and where his hands were roaming. Before she fell off the ledge he was quietly coaxing her towards, she stopped him and stripped him of his clothing. He silently grinned as she fervently fumbled with his belt and when she triumphed, he quickly rewarded her by bending her back over the side of the couch and falling right in step where they had left off.
Before there was light at the end of the tunnel, however, Yossi felt that he slowed considerably. Unhappy with his teasing at the moment, she peered down at his face, which before had been nestled between her breasts, which was now, still with his cheek on her chest, gazing with an unreadable expression at the entrant. Yossi, so absorbed with her lover, hadn't realized his brother had been observing for several minutes now. A sheepish expression conveyed mock hurt that he had been left out, though there was a certain tenseness around his eyebrows. Stripping off several articles of clothing, he joined them quickly.
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Days went on in this manner. Yossi believed the twins were working her slowly away from the ebony depths of her prison-like depression. Whether they were succeeding or not, she wasn't completely sure. It wasn't like immediately after her orgasm that she went into her melancholy state, directly, without passing Go or collecting two hundred dollars. She enjoyed the glow and the presence of the programs, who were almost always beside her without being obtrusive. But that was the twins, they were almost invisible if one wasn't peering at them, it seemed. Time passed slowly, and inside Yossi's mind were millions of fluttering thoughts that worried her deeply. Every morning she awoke with a stomach filled with knots and an aching head. When she opened her eyes, an image of Philo rushed across her vision till it was poised right in front of her. She shrieked one morning, awaking the twins on either side of her. One jumped up, and after a quick look about the room, he put his hands upon her shoulders and silenced her with a deep kiss. She put her hands upon his cheeks and welcomed him entirely.
Two weeks passed ever so slowly. But her anxiety wasn't going to leave her quietly, she soon realized. Philo would have to disappear by her hands only. If one day the twins returned with news of her death, then Yossi would never be at ease. She wanted her hands coated with the rebels blood, she wanted her fingernails stained for a week, so she would know exactly what had happened and she could relive her triumphant moment again and again. If that was what was going to happen, then she couldn't wait any longer. Although her days were sugar coated and rose tinted, she could not live like this forever. Awaking with a sense of dread wasn't the best way to start ones morning.
And so it was decided, she took what little possessions she needed, her coat and single strapped bag that held a few extra guns while her favorite was in it's holster under her arm, and left. Of course it was under the pretense of leaving to restock the refrigerator, and she had hidden the things she took in the closet nearest the door to keep from arousing suspicion. However, she was surprised at how easily the escape really was, and it left her feeling a little bereft. On some level, she believed that the twins were able to read her mind like they did each others. Shouldn't one of them had picked up on her plotting? The ride down the old familiar elevator was cold and lonely. Her eyes were unfocused as memories arose with an almost painful sensation. Squinting till star bursts erupted behind her eyelids, she stayed like that till the tinkling chime notified her of her arrival to the ground floor.
Half expecting to be stopped by the twins, she exited carefully, feeling foolish when she realized no one was there. Her pace quickened as she walked towards the ornamental entrance way, it was difficult to keep herself from sprinting out and dashing down the sidewalk. She had no plan of action, it would be much more important to take her time, however. The glass doors slid open, allowing her to exit along with a small group tourists who seemed to be ready for a day of sidewalk shopping. Yossi decided then to follow them till she'd made herself a plan. Heaving a sigh, she stayed near the small family as they traversed the shopping district.
The group she was following were grandparents, parents, and a single child who could be no more than seven years old. They looked to be comfortably situated as an upper class family, and Yossi realized this when the grandfather of the family handed over an easy five hundred dollars for two shirts at the first store they visited. All of her clothing, Yossi realized, looked to have come from a similiar shop, but actually were acquired from the closets opened by the twins special key. Yossi's first birthday with the twins took her to the mall, ending with the death of Lute, however that was the only time she had ever walked into a mall with the twins, or even by herself as a matter of fact. All of her clothing needs were met lavishly, as were all of the material items she requested. At first the twins lacked when it came to her social needs, Yossi only managed a few glimpses of life beyond the twins when she was allowed to buy a couple of drinks at a coffee house in the middle of the night. Though she had enjoyed herself immensely on those occassions, the twins had taken up most of her time afterwards and she never felt inclined to leave again.
Two hours passed as Yossi carefully wandered about with the family ever in sight. They spoke a different language except when paying for the expensive items, where the grandfather used eloquent, respectful greetings. It must have been some European country, but Yossi didn't recognize it at all. She eventually gave them all names, but only really payed attention to the young girl, who she dubbed Evi. Evi, she believed, must be having a birthday. After another two hours, everybody was laddened with bags, at least half were for the girl. Something tugged at Yossi's insides, absurdly, she wanted to get Evi a gift. She wanted to help them with their bags and hold the girls hand. She was all alone on her birthday, not a friend in sight. Everyone must be in their home country, thousands of miles away.
The family was leaving the largest store they had entered yet, the districts finest toy shop that had an area for adults as well. Here is where they purchased the largest stuffed leopard Yossi had ever seen. Evi could easily curl up in its soft furry arms, with the head of the animal held alert above her. Yossi had no money, she couldn't purchase the small purple lion she had picked up as she wandered the aisles, keeping Evi and her family in sight. When they walked through the doors, Yossi, with much difficulty, left the lion on a decorative stand and followed a few seconds behind with one last caress of its feathery mane.
They were wandering streets and sidewalks that Yossi had only glimpsed from the back seat of a car with the twins. She knew where they were, but it was strange being alone. The sun had set far enough that the skyscrapers blocked out most of the light, leaving the city in an early twilight. Instead of planning out a course of action to deal with Philo, she only worried about when Evi's family would have to go home. She hadn't given her real problem a single thought the whole day. She hadn't even pondered about where she would sleep that night, or if she should go straight for Philo. She didn't think it would be hard to find the rebel, she was probably out looking for her anyways, which surprised her that she had been out the whole day and hadn't even run into an Agent. Was she still marked for deletion? The agents knew who she was, but she didn't want to think about it. Instead, she was leaning against the building as Evi's grandfather hailed a cab. The small girl peered over her shoulder as she climbed in after her mother, gazing into the face of their follower. Yossi's heart stopped, she hadn't been as invisible as she thought she had.
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Leaning amidst the shadows of a brick building, Yossi watched as the cab pulled away and made its way down the street. It was the end of their day, it seemed, and so Yossi was left alone. Another hour and the sun was a warm memory compared to the cool night that settled over the city. The afterhours wanderers were in force, and the brightest areas of the districts were also the most busiest, leaving Yossi to the more unpopular places. However she wasn't left to wandering for long. As casually as if they had been there the whole time, the twins walked up on either side of her as she strolled down the street. Yossi wasn't completely unsuspecting, and not surprised at all with the old company. They walked in silence for a short while before Yossi worked up what she needed to say.
"I wouldn't mind your help, but you must leave Philo to me. She is the only person in this world whose blood on I want on my hands," she couldn't keep the spite out of her voice with her last comment. If it was anybody else besides the twins listening to her, she imagined she would have heard an admonistment for speaking of death so purposefully. But this was the twins, and anything other than companiable, understanding silence would have been surprising. She allowed the twins to steer her back to the hotel, feeling accomplished if a little immature for running away for the day. Before they had made it to the street that housed the hotel, the trio stopped with a small crowd to await the stoplight to allow their passage. One of the twins pulled his hands out of his pockets, and the purposeful movement caught Yossi's eye.
The small purple lion from the giant toy store emerged from the depths and Yossi's eyes widened in utter surprise. She grinned, peering up at the twin who wore a mischevious expression. His brother wore a simliar look, though his gaze had wandered down the street. She hugged the stuffed lion to her chest, the warm memory of Evi and her family returned, wisking away the old familiar worries of her plans for Philo. She sighed as exhaustion settled in unexpectedly and suddenly, as if the lion itself reminded her of her phsyical body after spending the day lost in her thoughts. She was pleased, though, that the hotel wasn't far. For the duration of the short walk there, she kept the stuffed animal pressed reassuringly to her chest as she traversed the sidewalk between the twins. She was once again invisible in the mass of bodies, and she realized that on her own, she could feel the eyes of the population, unlike when in the company of the programs. It wasn't as surprising a revelation as she thought it should have been.
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The hotel, in it's brilliant splendor, was a puzzling building. Her first night with the twins, and the eventful departure were some of her most vivid memories. However, there must have been something special about the structure itself. Yossi had questioned the twins several times about why they hadn't been skipping from place to place like they had before. Their nomadic status had left them permanently, it seemed. Yossi allowed her imagination to carry away as she thought up the reason behind this. Not many things surprised her about the Matrix anymore, so she first believed that the building was simliar to a firewall, it stopped the agents and rebels from seeing inside it's concrete walls at the occupants. The only reason they had left the slendid hotel was because of her prodding around in the computers before due time, and afterwards the chance never arose to return with everyone so close to their tails. This seemed a sufficiant enough reason. They stood awaiting the gold plated elevator to descend by the time she had worked out her theories about the hotel. A drowsy haze was consuming her mind, however, and she couldn't think coherently by the time the elevator chimed and slid open its doors.
Yossi swayed in the middle, the disorienting sensation of the elevators ascension had her dizzy, and with her mind already fuzzy, she put out a hand to grab one of the programs silver coat arms for support. It had been a while since she had exerted herself like today. She hadn't ate a single morsel of food, only watched from a distance as Evi's family tucked in at a cafe. Her stomach grumbled loudly at the thought of food and its lack thereof. Another dizzying sensation and Yossi peered about with half opened eyes to find herself in the arms of a stoic program. She could only imagine that she had tested their patience quite a bit today. They came to find that she had disappeared again, maybe they thought that Philo had swooped down and grabbed her up like hawk preying upon its dinner. Her mind released her unto sleep with this thought still circling her head, creating strange dreams before they had even exited the elevator.
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Her exhausted body rested till well into the afternoon the next day. However, she didn't wake into an idle peace. Instead, she peered down her body, mostly nude with one of the twins kneeling between her thighs. She blinked several times, rather confused at how her body was reacting for a moment, then arched her back as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Wide awake now, she sat up as the program did the same, licking his lips rather suggestively. Yossi took a moment to catch her breath as the other twin walked through the large opening into the room. His expression was serene, very different from his brother, who seemed to be quietly promising a day of extrenuous activities. They seemed to be waiting for her to say something, and when all she really wanted to do was devour a carton of rice and kimchi, she could only provide a small grin just before yawning extravagently. The twin perched still between her knees, crawled foreward and nestled his head into the crook of her neck, nibbling for a moment before pulling away. Yossi's eyes had closed, and when she peered over to the place the other twin had been standing, she saw that he had gone.
"We are going to get you lunch," his brother said as he rolled over onto the part of the bed that was still made. He only wore his pants and partially buttoned shirt, Yossi noted, as she laid back, not bothering to cover herself. Rolling onto her stomach, she peered for a moment at the profile of the program, who peered up at the high ceiling.
"The rebels, I never told you, they wanted me to hack the Matrix for them, just like you had wanted for yourselves," Yossi said emotionlessly, half expecting his answer.
"We know."
"Do you still want me to do that for you guys?" she sat up as she spoke, resting her head on her hands and biting back another yawn.
"We do," he then turned to peer at her as Yossi crawled closer then climbed over to straddle him. She could tell quickly that he was ready to fulfill those promises he seemed to have made earlier.
"And when will that be again?" she said as she idly ran her hands under his loose shirt.
"One more year," the twin rolled his hips, barely lifting Yossi upwards for a moment.
And who was she to keep this beautiful creature waiting?
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Despite those minor moments in the length of her day, Yossi spent the rest of the time submerged in worry and fear. She would lay sprawled and nude on the bed, couch or floor, depending on where their activities had led them(including one instance in the bathtub), deep in thought until one of the twins returned to start over again. Though she still hated herself for believing Philo's terrible lies, she tried not to think of that time and more towards her plans for the near future. It was sort of like what any other person would be doing at her age, only other people didn't invovle death or murder. She was concerned about hacking the Matix as well, she'd been away from computers for so long now, although she wasn't worried about losing her talents, she was definitly a little rusty. Yossi didn't need to voice her fears, she caught the notion that the twins were well aware already. Not sure about when she started to notice this phenomenon, the fact startled her somewhat when she mused upon it. Truly it was just another item on her list of things to think about, her brain was so muddled by the evening, not to mention her physical exhaustion, that she passed out before nine p.m under the watchful eyes of the twins.
She was anxious to get the waiting over with, and for the next week it was very obvious. Yossi was close to wearing a path into the plush carpet with her incessant pacing. Though it wasn't for lack of anything better to do, she used her time for formulating. It was important for her impending plan to be detailed down to the very specs of dust her boots might crush, and not only that, but creative as well. This would be a moment in her lifetime that, if she lived, she wanted to be proud of. But it wouldn't be a story she could pass on to any sort of toddler. She required gore and pain to be in abdundance. However, as she was creating these plans, she caught one of the brothers peering at her curiously. It was the end of the week and dark circles had shadowed her eyes. She hadn't paid much attention at all to either of the programs, though she honestly didn't believe that would worry them one bit. Even though it was true, completely and utterly, it put a damper on her crafty planning.
"I think I'm going a little crazy, being stuck in this building," Yossi had halted in the middle of her track and slowly made her to way the couch, slouching onto one end while the twin that had been watching her was poised at the other. The room itself was full of memories from her first stay within it's walls. Even though it was only a short while, it was still most important to her, not only was a fortress, but almost a home as well.
"We all lose ourselves in the end."
Yossi blinked in curious wonder at his cryptic statement. Even though he had said 'we', it was obvious he wasn't only talking about him and his brother. Whether or not Yossi could understand it, what he had said was a comment upon evolution, which would take Yossi still some time to figure out. However, even though Yossi couldn't undertand the idea from the machines point of view, she did recognize what it meant for herself. Her thoughts were clouded by memories, yet again, from her first stay in the hotel. The change was evident to say the least. Whereas before she only cared about her computers, now she was obsessed with the death of her adversary. She wasn't sure how she felt about her change, it held both good and bad traits.
She couldn't tell exactly how the twins had changed, besides the nature of their interest in herself. She doubted that counted anyways, everything else seemed exactly as it had been. Such a strange comment left her at a loss for words, in thought, she idly scratched at the back of her head lightly. Without a reply, she quickly changed the subject.
"Yes, well..when will we be getting a computer? I'm going to need one soon to get back into practice. I'm sure so much has happened in my absense, it's worrying me," pulling her legs up onto the couch, she slid over till she could lay down on the plush cushions, her legs left to dangle over the side. Her head came to barely touch the twin's thigh. He looked down at her, completely emotionless. Yossi had none them long enough to not find their expression's intimdating any longer, if fact, she was no longer surprised that she was aroused by it either.
In the dim light of the den, he appeared even more ghostly than when they phased. Yossi had the dim understanding that his brother was out stalking the sidewalks or allyways, just like in the old days, ever alert to enemy movements. Either that, or he was looking for Yossi's computers. Her heart jumped at the thought that they could find her lost long loves, her original computers. It didn't seem possible, it had been so long, she imagined they must have been sold by now. The thought of all that work she had put into them made her heart sink, the nostaligia was rather depressing.
"We have looked for your computers, we think we have found one, but there are others, perhaps better ones," Yossi blinked as a red flush crept over her cheeks. 'Better'? There were no better computers out there!
But then again, in all these years, they must have fallen behind. Yossi groaned loudly and turned onto her side, facing the back of the couch. If her computers were out of date, then she was as well.
"You have more important things to worry about," Yossi felt his hand upon her head, rubbing against her tangled hair and grabbed a handful. Yossi shivered involuntarily as she closed her eyes His fingers worked through a couple knots rather halfheartedly. He paused however, and Yossi knew that his brother was about to walk through the door.
And as expected, the door opened and closed silently. There was the sound of the crush of the carpet under his boots, and he finally came into view. He looked different, a little worse for wear, it seemed.
"Philo-", Yossi was sitting up before he could finish the name, "has rebels out on the streets." There was that tense strain around his eyebrows again. Yossi had seen that before, not long ago.
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End note/ Only one more chapter I think :3