Yet another drabble..imagine that :)

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-Bella

Sweeney Todd gave an impassive sigh as he watched the woman in front of him fuss over him. Mrs. Lovett came upstairs to his shop only minutes before on this dreary evening. She nearly screamed at the fact his was still covered in blood nearly five hours after his last "costumer" had came for his "services". He watched as she picked at his sleeve muttering frustrated nothings. He could only pick out words like "mad" "bloody blighter" "gonna get himself killed" and "always make me do the laundry". Sweeney wasn't paying attention, he knew if he irritated her enough she would just leave him the hell alone. But to no avail she stood there in front of him, hands on hips and face clearly agitated.

"Did you hear me, Mista T?" The usual caring tone was gone from her voice. Her face was as hard and void of emmotion as his own. He inwardly laughed at her horrible imitation.

"Sorry?" Sweeney attempted pathetically, though smirking at her irritation.

"I SAID," Mrs. Lovett replied making sure he was looking at her, "Do ya 'ave any idear whatsoever in that revenge filled 'ead of yers 'ow 'ard it is to get that blood out of yer bloody attire?!?"

Her accent was thicker than usual. Sweeney knew that meant she was beyond angry. For the first time he actually felt like running from this woman's wrath.

"No, pet, fortunately I don't. You see, I don't have time to think about such trivial things"

That did it. Mrs. Lovett stomped right up to him and looked him straight in the eye. Todd saw a fire in her eyes he recognized from so very long ago. She use to have that look when he was Benjamin Barker. If he was still Benjamin Barker he would say that he missed that look in her eyes. He was taking away from his thoughts by a sharp poke in his shoulder.

"Fine! Then yer goin' to do the damn laundry yerself you bloody bastard! I 'ave ' ad it up to 'ere with yer broodin' and mopin' around!" After regaining her composure she continued, "The laundry's downstairs, dearie. Along with everything else you'll be needin'" Without so much as a look Mrs. Lovett turned on her heels and walked out of his shop.

Sweeney stared at the door where the baker had been only moments before. Shaking his head, he peeled off his stained shirt and went into his bathroom. He wringed it out and started to wash it in his bathtub. There was no way he was going to humor that mad excuse of a woman. Once he was satisfied he hung it to dry. Stains covered his shirt, but he didn't care.

Realizing the time Sweeney thought that maybe once he should sleep. Reclining in his barber's chair, Sweeney close his eyes and knew nothing more, but darkness.

The barber awoke to the sound of a door closing. Having no idea what time it was he stood up and walked over to the window. Little help that did him. The sky was always grey and damp it was hard to tell the time of day. He glanced around the room and noticed his bathroom door open. And there on his door was a shirt. His shirt. The one that had blood stains all over it, perfectly clean with no trace that anything had so much as touched it.

As if transfixed Sweeney slowly walked over to the shirt. He grabbed it and ran his ever callused fingers over it. All he could do was shake his head.

Sweeney Todd put on his shirt and softly muttered to no one in particular,

"The woman's a bloody wonder."

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-Bella