A/N: Hello readers. Yes I know it's been ages since I've updated anything. Please just don't kill me. It also isn't Haruka's fault. It's purely mine. I've been going through emotional stuff. I know it isn't an excuse but that's what happened. Honestly I think it's a miracle I was even able to write this. It's also really short, but hopefully if I keep them short we will be able to update more.

A/N: hey guys, HaruChan here! Basically summing up what Saphie said, we haven't been able to edit the story cuz of some random stuff that's been happening, so, ya. We're REALLY sorry, guys! :|

Disclaimer:

Saph: Sweeney, I am running out of fun dialogues to tell the readers I don't own you.

Sweeney: You would think they would just know by now.

Haruka: Don't be mean! It really isn't easy to come up with these things….

Saph: That being said, we sadly STILL don't own Sweeney but we DO love him lots!

Haruka: Also if you have any ideas for our dialogue disclaimers, please either share in a review or a private message!

Naomi's POV

My body felt heavy, I just lay there for a moment before finally opening my eyes. The light had vanished and I was on the floor in the barber shop. It looked a lot less dusty, but equally as dismal. Oh crap, Rose! Where is she! I looked beside me to see she was fine and waking up, then noticed something rather strange. "What the fudge are you wearing?" Rose was dressed in an 18th century gown.

"What the hell?" Rose looked at herself in disbelief. The dress was red with black lace trimming and a black corset. "You're wearing one, too!" I looked down at myself as well. I was wearing an elegant but simple light blue dress with white ruffled trimming and a black corset. The both of us also wore lacy palm gloves, hers black and mine white.

"Whoa!" I was in shock. "What are we doing in these!" I stood up and dusted the dress off.

My sister stood up as well, as her brow furrowed in thought. "I don't know." She sounded breathless. "But we are still in the barber shop." She walked over to the cracked full body mirror in the corner near the old worn single bed. She turned to her sides looking at the dress. "We probably just got sugar high or something. Then went and bought these at Dunstan's Market, came back here," She looked around at the room. "Cleaned up, and crashed. That has to be it."

I nodded vigorously in agreement and walked over to the mirror to get better look at the dress. I noticed my hair was no longer straight, but delicately curled. Rosabelle's hair was up in a neat bun with a few short strands framing her face. "Yeah, we just got sugar high." Knowing myself, I would definitely end up doing my hair while I was sugar high.

"Yup, and this door is…" Rosabelle walked over to the door and turned the knob successfully. "Open!" A wide smile spread across her face. It fell the very moment she opened the door. Her mouth hung open and she walked through the doorway. "Oh my god. Oh. My. God."

"What is it?" I was majorly puzzled. My twin didn't respond at all, just continued to gape. "Rose?" I followed her out. I could almost feel my eyes popping out of my skull as I followed her gaze. "Masaka…" I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

I couldn't even look at my sister. I was too occupied staring at the horse and buggies. Not to mention the Londoners walking past, dressed up fully in clothes from the 18th century. My mind barely registered Rosabelle's words. "I don't think we're in the 21st century anymore, Naomi! We are in 18th century London!"

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Japanese Lesson: Masaka- no way