A/N: My first Sweeney Todd movie-verse fanfic- SOME SPOILERS! it's mainly a short story and has a bit of adult content, language, violence and strange obsessions.*There might be a bit sense of pedo but it isn't more than kisses ( it's mainly just fatherly love) It's just about Toby and how he sees Adolfo Pirelli. (Yes I know that Adolfo is actually Daniel, some Irish fellow) It's just how I think of Toby's past life; his parents left him on the streets of London and he meets Adolfo.
Disclaimer: This is all a work of fiction and I do not own nor make profit from the making of this—I just play with the characters!
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Adolfo Pirelli: Strange Barber
It was rainy, cold and grey in downtown London. A tired and cold homeless boy scratched his dirty brown locks of matted hair and looked at the dirt crusted underneath his nails.
He was isolated; away from the world. Folk would walk pass him and would barely notice him at all. Until a wandering 6 foot tall man came around a corner in a ridiculous outfit and an awkward hairstyle (but a top hat covered most of it) and a tiny mustache that made the boy giggle.
The man was a bit startled by the giggles coming from the corner of the candy shop. At first he didn't know where it was coming from; he even almost began to question reality. The tall figure moved a bit closer toward the little child, and jumped a foot back. It truly was a child and he was dirty. Who would just let some little boy live out on the rugged streets like this—somebody has to have cared for him before this.
"Hello, are you lost, child?" the foreigner asked, kneeling down before the boy. Nothing came out; all he did was scoot backwards until his back hit the wall. He seemed really scared and nervous by the way he was acting. A few seconds ago he laughed at him and now he was afraid? The man was confused. "I won't harm you, take my hand." The funny fellow with the crazy hair reached out for the boy and waited patiently for his little hand.
The shaky child didn't hold back for long. He took the older man's soft hand, and felt his body being lifted. "What is your name?" he asked, standing the boy up right on his feet, which were covered in tattered shoes.
He didn't answer right away. That was fine with the man. "Let's get you something to eat, child." He smiled down at the little one, keeping him as close as possible at his side while they walked down the moist brick road.
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"How about an apple?" they both stopped in front of a small produce stand and looked around at all the fresh fruit and vegetables that didn't look so fresh any more.
The young boy didn't even more. His stomach growled but he didn't even pick out anything. The tall man looked down at him again. His hand groped his shoulder and the kid jumped. "Aren't you hungry?" he wondered, his Italian accent so strong the boy barely understood a word he said.
He moved slightly beneath that man's touch, trying to free his shoulder from his hand. "Yes." He finally said something. He gazed up at the man with soft brown puppy dog eyes and a quiet voice. "Yes-yes what?" the man responded, leaning over to meet the boy's eyes. The boy inched backwards only to save his own space.
The boy was kind of tired of this man already and he didn't even know him. Just by looking at him, he knew he wasn't from here. His clothing, his style and his voice revealed that. "I am hungry, sir." He finished in one soft breath and turned his eyes back to the rotting food. The man looked at the food with high brows and a smirk on his lips. Rotten food, rats crawling around; that was London for you. Scummy place, no wonder the poor boy was living on the streets. His parents probably got tired of having extra mouths to feed.
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The man thought. "Let me tell you something child, if you help me do something, I will give you a place to stay…hm?" he leaned over again, and the child winced at the smell of his musty breath. It wasn't a rancid smell, but it did smell bitter and old in a way.
"What would that be sir?" the boy acknowledged him, putting his arms behind his back, waiting quietly for an answer. The man backed up. The boy was more educated then he thought; he had nice pronunciation and good use of words. Something he'd never expect someone from the streets to sound like and his accent was wonderful.
The tall man stood erect, fiddling with the white cotton sleeves of his undershirt with a kind smile. "Well even for the best barber, everyone needs a bit of help sometimes." He said to the kid, who looked down at his muddy shoes and back up at the stranger. "You need an assistant, sir—but you look like you are smart enough. Why do you need someone like me?" he added, staring at the flashy, decorative costume he was wearing.
The Italian man stopped playing nervously with his sleeve and got down on one knee, trying not to get that said knee covered in gunk. "Unfortunately yes, and you would be absolutely perfect." He tapped the boy's weak shoulder and stood to his feet once again.
The boy was about to speak but a startling crackle of thunder distracted him from saying a word. He was scared of thunder; and he wasn't too fond of the rain either.
Before it started to sprinkle, the tall barber led the boy down the bumpy street, towards his buggy.
"So what is boy?" the man reminded him before helping him inside the buggy. The boy didn't know if he should. He was a total stranger, but he offered him a place to sleep instead of the streets.
The boy nodded his head without thinking and the man smiled; pleased with what he has gotten accomplished. "Take my hand." The tall one got in first and hand the boy his hand. But before he took it, the foreigner stopped. "What is your name, child?" the Italian asked, being a bit too nosey, but if they were going to stay together, he should know his name. "Tobias Ragg, sir." He answered calmly, looking into the man's almond eyes.
He raised his brows and took the boys little hand. "May I call you Toby?" he helped him up into the buggy and he sat down, listening to what he had to say. Tobias grew extremely shy and nervous. The man could tell and he stood up holding onto his shoulder.
"My name is Adolfo Pirelli." And with that he picked a fresh apple from the random tin container under the seat and tossed it to the boy. Tobias caught it and smiled behind it. "I don't mind sir." He looked at him then the apple and took a nice bite out of the side of it, the air filling with the sounds of splattering juices and crunches of the skin.
Adolfo smiled at the boy. He definitely enjoyed how kind the boy was especially how obedient he was. Adolfo loved being called 'sir'.
"You can rest here Toby." The man stood and brushed a hand over the buggy seat. He tossed a blanket over the seat and jumped back out of the buggy. Toby watched the man leave; where was he going-the boy didn't understand and he's never been in such a buggy as this one.
After getting situated in the seat, he put the blanket around himself and felt the carriage jolt. With that, Toby turned around with his knees on the seat and hands on the top. "Get comfortable Toby." The man saw the boy in the window. There he was. He was sitting where he was supposed to holding the reins.
How could the boy be so silly? The man wouldn't leave him after promising him a home.
When the carriage began to move, Toby knew he could shut his eyes finally without having much worries.
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E/N: Okay how was that? All I need is some reviews and I will see what to do next. Btw I actually liked Adolfo/Daniel in the movie but he was always mean to poor Toby.