I just took some tests on quizilla... apparently i'm an insane author AND an angst author... and The twins AND the Merovingian AND smith... (How did that happen? Its not natural!)

Anyway...

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the clothes *Sniff* (I own Jeuneun of course!)

Thanks for your reveiws everyone! Enjoy this slightly longer sized (for once) chapter!

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The twins had grudingly accepted their fate; they would have to go shopping with Persephone. Of course they liked shopping (when they were buying for themselves) but standing around for hours while their mistress chose what she wanted made hell sound like the good option. Her offspring could only be the same.

The trip had started off fine; there wasn't much choice when it came to picking some clothes for the boy to borrow, the twins outfits were almost all the same. Silver and white. They had to admit that he didn't look half bad, he wasn't dressed exactly like them, he wore a white T-shirt under one of their jackets. Although it wasn't supposed to, it looked full length on him as he was much smaller. Most of the clothes were falling off him but he didnt seem to mind, what did a demon care about clothes? He had also asked to borrow a pair of sun-glasses. Persephone had assured them it was because he wanted to hide his startling red eyes but they knew it was because he thought they were cool.

Their first stop was the Merovingian's tailor, he was a tall man who was thin as a post with a very british accent called Pierre. He worked in a shop called Liqueur.

A bell rang somewhere in the back of the shop as they entered. The twins slumped into a couple of black armchairs that had been pushed against the wall while Persephone ushered Jeuneun to the counter. Pierre strode out of a doorway in front of them and kissed Persephone's hand "Ahh, Persephone. I wondered when I'd be seeing you. Your husband rang me on the telephone you see-" "What else could he have rung you on?" Snickered One. Pierre looked at their clothes and sniffed in distaste before turning back to Persephone "This is Jeuneun?"

Persephone nodded. Pierre picked up the sleeve of the borrowed jacket with his thumb and forefinger as if it was dieseased and tutted, shaking his head "No, no, no." Two growled at him and tossed his dreads over his shoulder. The twins obviously hated this place - everything was black.

When Jeuneun had beeen measure up and Persephone was talking to Pierre, The twins beckoned Jeuneun towards them.

"Don't you jaust hate this place?" asked the boy.

"He obviously has better -" " - taste than his father." smiled the twins.

"So where do you get your clothes?" A smirk flickered over their faces and they nodded each other "Its a much better place than this." started One "But your father doesn't know about it." "You can get anything you want for free, and even make those clothes fit a litle better," "As long as you come with us." Jeuneun nodded. They stood up and walked out of the shop calmly. The bell rang as the shut the door and Persephone whirled around quickly. "What the - ?"

Jeuneun wasn't sure how long they walked for but by the time they got to where they were going his legs ached terribly and it had started to rain. He was wet and cold and didn't have a clue where he was. The twins had turned down a grubby little alley where a few sheets hung from one side to the other and shielded them from the hard pellets of water that were now lashing down from the dark sky. Drips had begun to fall through the water logged material when two pressed a button in the wall that Jeuneun hadn't noticed and spoke into a metal grill that seemed to be hungover the top of it with a nail.

"It's us." There was a click and part of the wall swung open to reaveal a young girl of about seven with rosy cheeks and bouncing blonde curls. She smiled and giggled "You're all wet!" Jeuneun saw One roll his eyes behind his glasses "Is your sister home?" The little girl shook her head "No, but come in anyway, she'll be back soon. Just a sec."

There was a horrible screeching noise and the full wall swung open reavealing a space large enough to walk into, they walked inside and Jeuneun saw for the first time, the home of the dress maker. The place needed decorating badly; the place looked like a portal into the 1950's, there were beads hanging from the door creating a sort of curtain and the carpet was worn down and included every shade of brown that you could think of. The busy flower patterned walls that looked like they couldve once been colourful were caked thick with grime and dusty ormaments and rotting flowers in cracked vases were scattered ramdomly all over the room.

The little girl kept on her slightly creepy, almost-to-happy grin as she tugged on the bottom of One's coat. He crouched down to her level and she wispered in his ear: "Who's that?" "That's Jeuneun, Cy." "Why's he here?" "He needs some clothes." "Why?" "Because those don't fit." "Why?" "Because they're mine." "why?" One sighed and stood up. He wasn't in the mood to play games. He would be in trouble if Persephone had followed them.

There was a rustling noise as the beads that hung from the doorway clacked together and a slim blonde haired woman entered "Cypress, wheres the -" "She stopped as she saw the three men in the shop. "Hello One, Two." They nodded in greeting "I hope Cypress wasn't bothering you." "No." Said Two " Salix, we've come to call in our 'favour'." Salix nodded "I was afraid of that. What do you need? Clothes? Shoes? Weapons?" "All of those." Said One, for our friend here. "No questions asked." "No questions asked." Repeated Salix "Cypress go upstairs." The little girl picked up a doll and climbed up a spindly wooden ladder that went into a partially boarded up hole in the ceiling.

"This way," said Salix carefully taking Jeuneun's hand and leading him through the beaded door.

The room they were now in was startlingly white with a black laptop computer in the middle that seemed to be floating in mid air. As Jeuneun's eyes adjusted to the change of scenery he also noticed a white wardrobe that was bearly big enough to fit in a couple of suits. "So what do you want?" "for these to fit, that'd be a start." grinned Jeuneun looking down at the clothes he was wearing. Salix chuckled "Step into the wardrobe then." Jeuneun pulled a face "You heard what I said." she smiled, and sat down on a chair near the laptop. Jeuneun still couldn't see a table.

Feeling rather foolish he stepped into the wardrobe and Salix began to type. The suit changed; it got smaller, and it adjusted itself so that it fit him. "Anything you don't like?" Asked Salix grinning at his impressed expression "The shoes." Said Jeuneun simply and they changed; he laughed, something the twins had not heard him do unless it was provoked by other's suffering. "And the colour, I'm not an Albino." "What colour?" "Black, like my father, The Merovingian, wears," The suit did change colour but as soon as it did they were all back in the 1950's room. Salix's eyes narrowed "The Merovingian..." She growled. "You had better go, we will all be dead if he knows you have come to see me. Go."

Persephone had gone home, tired of looking for the twins and the demon only to find that they had already come back; with new clothes for Jeuneun, looking warm and dry while she was soaked. She was not happy. After she had dried off and changed, she went in search of her husband to complain, but when she found him, it seemed that he had a visitor.

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*gasp* Who's the visitor? Find out next chapter!

Let's all hate Pierre the tailor *Hates*

Let's all worship Jeuneun's new clothes *Worships*

I'm trying to incorporate all your ideas into this, Canspy, I love them and agree with them too! (I agree with someone?! *Dies from shock*)

Hazana

xxx

P.S

Good news! I've found out from a reliable source that The Merovingian, Persephone and the twins are all in Matrix 3! Yayness! Their names are all in the credits!