DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! NOT EVEN THE GIRL'S NAME! That is off the anime show, 'Inuyasha', which I love dearly! But everything is about her belongs to me, seeing as she is kinda my mini me (becuz I'M vein, I know)

And If I owned Sweeney Todd, I guarantee you an ending very much like the big Sweenett stories you read on here, so obivously, since that did not happen, I OWN NOTHING!


She knocked rapidly on the door and waited outside the building, the rain causing her long, raven black pigtails to stick to her face as she stood there shivering violent on the spot. After a few moments, the only sound in the stormy night the girl's teeth chattering loudly and the thunder crashing, a middle aged woman with large, messy Auburn curls, whom She assumed was Mrs. Lovett herself, answered the door.

She had to look up to see the woman's face, her small stature once again one of her worst flaws. The baker looked to her left and right, trying to find who had knocked on her door with a curious glint in her eyes. "Um, excuse me?" the girl bit out shyly. Mrs. Lovett looked down at her and gasped in surprise, a sweet smile spreading across her pale face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, love! Can' really blame me, wot with you bein' so small an' all!" she giggled silently, her Victorian accent shining through undoubtedly. "Wots a thing like you doing 'ere, love?" She asked, kneeling down so they were eye to eye. Before she could answer, the girl was quickly being dragged into the shop, the bell tinkering behind them as it shut behind them. "Oh, won't ya come in, love? Its migh'y awful weather out there! Wot with the rain an' all," chimed Mrs. Lovett as she sat the small girl down in one of her booths, the tatters of her green ragged dress shielding her feet as they dangled just above the floor.

She recoiled in her shawl like a turtle in its shell, looking nervously at the ground as her face neared hers. "Oh, come now," soothed the woman gently as she leaned in. "Don' tell me you're afraid of little 'ole me, are ya, love?" she asked playfully with a smile.

The raven haired girl shook her head furiously, "Oh no, mam! I've heard, out of the bottom of your heart, that you had taken in a young worker boy. And I must say, its the most generous thing I've heard anyone do! What with the times..." she trailed off, looking into the woman's chocolate brown eyes as her teeth chattered quietly.

Mrs. Lovett smiled sweetly. "Well, thank ya, deary. 'E was just comin' along with tha' cruel master of 'is and after we-" she trailed of, thinking of how to put murder in a way that didn't sound illegal.

"Dealt with 'im somewhat reasonably, 'e agreed to 'ave 'im stay with us." the lie rolled off her tongue easily as she held back a chuckle on reasonably. The girl's face flashed a quick nervous smile back, her smile falling as fast as it had came. She continued to look at the baker as if expecting her to say more, biting her lower lip nervously, as if fighting to keep her own words in her mouth. Lovett quickly noticed this and asked gently, with an understanding smile and slightly raised brow, "Is there somethin' ya wanted to say, love?"

Her eyes narrowed toward the door, a light blush crossing her face. "Oh, Well...never mind, its too much to ask-", "Now, love, I'm sure its nothin' that I can't 'elp you with!" insisted Mrs. Lovett lovingly, patting the girl on the back comfortingly.

She faced her with a slight frown. "Well, Mam, I would be ever so grateful," she began quietly. "And I would work and clean and do all that you ask of me, behave absolutely perfectly, you wouldn't even know I was there!" she insisted pleadingly.

"But...if you could find it in your heart, would care ever so slightly... taking me in?" Before She had registered what she had said, Mrs. Lovett jumped, startled, as the girl threw herself at her feet, sobbing loudly into her hands.

"Oh please! I don't eat much, if anything at all! I would even obliged to sleeping outside if that is what you wished!" she choked out another sob, tears running down her face. Lovett was nothing if not shocked at that moment. She had never known a child, one as young as she probably was, to have not a place to go. Even when the workhouses were full, most of the homeless children were taken by the richer as servants. Even here in London, the baker had never seen a child go to a stranger's home and beg for shelter.

"There there, love," She cooed as she stroked her long, matted raven hair. After a few minuets of her trying to pull herself together, the girl lay in the baker's arms as she spoke gently, "I would love to 'ave you live with me. Me gentle 'eart could never turn away a lass such as yourself."

She pulled back and looked at the woman's face for any indication that she was lying, expecting a laugh in the face and a kick in the bottom back out into the streets, but to her uttered shock, she found none. She was speechless, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Oh, I promise, you won't regret it!" she cried happily, throwing herself into her arms. After a few moments, the baker pulled back to look at the girl with an assuring smile, "Now, all we 'ave to do is see 'ow Mr. T feels 'bout this all."

The child looked up at her, biting her lower lip nervously, but Mrs. Lovett just gave a small smile, "Don't worry, love, 'm sure 'e'll just adore ya." She insisted cheerfully, trying to hide the nervous stutter that threatened to creep into her tone.

She gave a small smile, summing what ever confidence she had at that moment into that small smile to show that she trusted the baker, no matter how little of time she knew her. She was the only person to ever show her any kindness, and for that, she trusted her. As Mrs. Lovett held her hand tight in reassurance, the two walked upstairs and nervously knocked on the door.

There was a short pause before a low grunt was heard. The baker gave her a small playful smirk like this was normal, and it was.

She pushed the door open to find the demon barber polishing his beloved 'friends' while facing the window, glaring out at the world in hatred. The raven haired girl tilted her head to the side like a puppy in curiosity, wondering who this mysterious man was. She spoke up casually, "Mr. T," He grunted again and continued to ignore her.

Hmpf! He shouldn't be so rude, she thought to herself. The baker cleared her throat. "We 'ave a guest,".

There was a short pause before Sweeney turned to face the two. He showed no surprise, but irritation at the girl as she in turn gasped at his frightening appearance and jumped behind the baker.

"She-", "No." he said before she could finish, his low, dark tone hanging there in the silence for a moment. Mrs. Lovett looked slightly taken aback. "'Ow can you-", "Isn't the bloody boy enough for you?" he interrupted her again in a growl. Just now remembering that there was already a child living in the shop, the girl held in a sigh and starting toward the door. "Now, love-" Mrs. Lovett tried to stop her.

"Don't stop her," the barber spoke up lowly. "At least the girl knows when shes not wanted." he turned back to the window. She flinched slightly at his words, the truth more painful then just thinking, and continued walking.

She stopped and faced the pair, even if he wasn't looking at her. "I'm sorry to have bothered you." she apologized, her voice cracking slightly with unshed tears as she bowed her head and went out the door, her fast footsteps echoed loud in the silent room. The baker shot the barber a venomous glare as she spat out, "'Ow can ya be so cruel?" He didn't look at her. "The world is cruel, Mrs. Lovett. If we had taken her in she would be nothing but trouble-", "NO, SHE WOULDN'T!" she yelled out, causing the barber to whip around and stare her with wide, alarmed eye as she stomped up behind him.

"She was an innocent girl with no 'ome an' she was more than obliged to work an' eat as little as possible an' even sleep outside!" she fumed, jabbing her thin, pale finger into his chest while she stared a hole into his surprised stricken face. "Tha' girl was nothin' but an angel who would 'ave been more than eternally grateful to anyone who'd care to give 'er even a scrap of food an' love!" by now she could feel her cheeks being flushed with anger as she panted form her out burst.

Sweeney just stood there and stared at her like she grown an extra head. Then, after a few moments, his face turned back into its stony blank. "I'm more than certain Benjamin would be more than delighted to 'elp 'er." and with that, Mrs. Lovett walked out after the girl, leaving the murderous barber with his thoughts.


She was half way across the room when she heard the two yell, or really just Mrs. Lovett. She felt bad about making them fight, but the way that man, Mr. Todd was what the baker had called him, watched her, she couldn't help but fear his stone hard gaze. Nor could she stand the darkness of his eyes any longer, it brought back too many unwanted memories.

He had even said she wasn't wanted and she begun to believe him. It didn't matter if Mrs. Lovett had wanted her not, the case being she probably didn't, not really. Maybe she just wasn't meant to be loved. She had made her way to the door and had her hand on the knob when she heard Mrs. Lovett's footsteps pound on the staircase behind her.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Lovett, for bothering you," she began, giving her a weak smile. "Oh no, Dear-" ,"No, Its alright. I should have known better than to just barge in and assume a home. I'm so sorry to cause you and... that man any trouble." she said as she turned her attention to the door.

"Now, deary," the baker grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a tight hug, from which she did not struggle or pull back. After a while she pulled back and looked at the girl, her eyes and face softened. "What's your name, love?" .

"Its Kagome, ma'am" she replied. "'Ow old are ya, Love?" she asked. " Seven, ma'am" She had never had Birthday or anything of the sort. She was just there, doing what others instructed her to do and nothing more. The only way she knew how old she was at all were the number of times she had seen snow, being told that she was born in the winter some time. "You ain't got no one?" Lovett asked gently, the pity in her voice glazed over with sweet, motherly affection.

Kagome shook her head, "No mam, I ain't got no one" she replied, trying to mimic what she had said. A warm smile came to her face, "Well now ya do." she pulled her into a warm embrace.

A few moments later, after getting over the surprise, the girl looked at Mrs. Lovett with curious eyes. "But what about-", "Now don' you worry, Love. I'll take care of 'im. I ain't gonna let you go ou' there by yerself." she smiled and hugged her tightly. It took Kagome a moment to process the information that she had just collect, the fact that she was going to have a home now, before her heart softened in the baker's arms. "Thank you." she whispered, making Mrs. Lovett's heart twitch with happiness at her desperate tone as a single tear slid down her smiling face.


A/N: Yes, so, this is the beginng of my first Sweeney Todd fanfiction. I hope you all like it because it took awhile getting out most of the plot holes (sorry if there are stil too many for your liking) Hopeful you like it and leave a review!