Well I thought if I´m not able to have a decent holiday because I have no money at all I could at least have holiday written down on a piece of paper sigh

I´m not sure yet which characters to include into this little fic so I need your help!

Who wants to see Neo or some of his friends?

Or have a little romance?

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Fun in the sun

„Aahhh...here we are at last! "The Merovingian said merrily and placed a white-red striped towel with uttermost concentration on one of the two deck chairs.

Holiday.

In south France.

On the beach.

Two sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose in disgust. The smell of old deep frying fat, naked sweating fat bodies and suntan lotion flowed over to the precious stamp-sized area they had discovered after hours of searching.

Damned tourists!

He had liked to scratch his slender nose and made a snippy comment to his twin if there hadn't been the luggage Persephone had loaded them, the Twins and the two werewolves, with. He himself carried two big picnic boxes made of wicker, a silken spread, several plastic buckets and Persephone's beauty case, which was awfully bulky and heavy.

And his brother couldn't even see him thanks to the multisized sunshade he held.

They set down the whole stuff while Persephone carefully draped herself on the second deck chair.

Two got over to One who was fighting the sunshade.

"Why us?" he grumbled.

"Just relax, I mean how much worse could it possibly get?" Two tried to comfort him.

Then he shook his left foot. Sand in the boots.

Round them the people kept staring. Mainly at Persephone who wore a bikini that didn't leave much to imagine.

Filth.

Scum, all of them.

"Maybe we are allowed to stay under the sunshade; the sun will do us no good." He suggested.

One just looked at him.

"You two!" it suddenly yelled out of the Merovingian's direction.

"Get over here!"

Sighing, they accompanied the Merovingian who meanwhile had dressed into a white silken bathrobe with little green seahorses embroidered on it.

He opened his laptop.

It was then when Two knew that something terrible was about to happen and that they wouldn't likely be allowed to spend the rest of the dreaded day under the sunshade.

"Mes amis, look at you! Look at you!" the Merovingian gestured with a manicured hand while accepting a third martini from Cain.

One looked at his brother who was his identical twin. They looked like always. What was there possibly to complain?

"We're at the beach, mes amis. La plage! And now look at you! What will the people think of us, he?"

One felt Two tense next to him. Cain and Abel snickered.

"I cannot accept this. I will care for a more...suitable outfit. Don't worry, I have taste. I'm French after all!"

"Oh oh!" Two murmured.

The Merovingian started typing something on his laptop and like always when their master altered the code the world around them seemed to slow down and got green and blurry. Just as One eyed a young couple getting very intimate only a few steps to his left with great interest (at least something he could imagine doing himself at this awfully day), he felt something unfamiliar caress his arms and legs.

Air?

Delaying the unavoidable, he first looked at his twin.

"Yes, that's much better!" the Merovingian said satisfied.

Next to him Cain and Abel desperately tried to hold the laughter back. Even Persephone, who usually was their ally, seemed to cough into a handkerchief.

Instead of their usual white suit they now wore beige bermuda shorts and white linen shirts, with shudder little green embroidered seahorses.

He looked down on his feet.

He was wearing toe sandals.

Oh the disgrace!

Smugly, the Merovingian shut his laptop and leaned back.

"I need to torture something!" One hissed thirty minutes later through clenched teeth. They were sitting under the sunshade. On the sand of course for there were only two damned chairs. Another point joining his anger. Not only felt he like a little school boy sitting like this, no he just had discovered that they didn't wear anything else underneath these very loose cut bermuda shorts.

Briefly said he had sand between...well I'm sure you know what I mean!

As no response came from Two One nudged him hard.

Two was watching the water with a mix of fascination and disgust.

"What is it?" One snapped as Two gestured towards a fat woman with two very small children who were happily playing in the waves.

"See the little boy?" Two whispered.

"Yes?"

"I could swear he wore a diaper as they got into the water!"

"And?" One was bored.

"Now he's naked..."

"Oh please don't do this to me! Dinner's going to be served in a few minutes!" One grew a shade paler if that was even possible.

"That's not all! See the young man there on the surf board?" Two said whispered without mercy.

"No I don't want to!" One shuddered.

"He has.."

"Two please! Don't say it!!"

"..a fresh gash."

Oh the fascination of horror!

"Eeewww! Filthy humans! I swear I never go swimming again! Disgusting, really!"

"You two!" it yelled again from behind.

The twins got up and brushed sand from their clothes.

Persephone had got up from her deck chair and slipped out of her high heeled shoes.

More staring and drooling from the crowd around.

The Merovingian looked up from his feet which were massaged by an unhappy looking Cain, now wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt.

"My lovely wife wants to take a bath and you two will accompany her!"