A/N: Like I said I was going to hopefully make a sequel to "Love is like a knife" here is the start of it. Tell me what you readers think…oh and Reviews are much welcomed!

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone nor do I make money from the making of this. Wish I owned everyone! But I don't.

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Part I

Lovett returned from the market. I saw here enter the shop from over my shoulder standing near the fireplace. That boy hasn't been down here since she's gone.

She put the bags on the table and sighed. I looked at her with a quiet gaze. "What did you get?" I asked staring down at the basket. Lovett took the basket fairly quickly from view and put it behind her back. I raised my brow. "It's nothing for you, Mr. T." she gave me a kind smile as she walked passed me and headed upstairs to look for the wandering boy.

I didn't follow. It wasn't any of my concern.

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After their return, I noticed the boy standing beside her, his hair a ragged mess as usual and his clothes tattered.

I sat in the shop next to the window, staring down at my motionless fingers. Why did he continue to stare at me like that? I didn't do any sort of trouble to have the boy stare at me so what was the child's issue?

Before they left again into the den, I looked up with my eyes at Toby. He was so small and so fragile; so young to be touched by these hands, to be gently caressed with the sharp tips of each one of my razors, too young…just too young. I bit my bottom lip carefully thinking whilst doing so.

Once I entered the same room, I found two lovely pair of eyes focus on me from behind a chair. She was reading the boy a story when I came to notice the children's book across her lap. I swallowed hard. Toby looked up at me only once and returned to Lovett whom he seemed too intrigued by at this very moment. A grow nearly escaped my lips but I managed to suck in my lips to hold it back. What was coming over me—I never acted this way around anyone.

When nightfall hit, I sat in my barber chair on the top floor, thinking random thoughts to myself. I knew I didn't admire that boy-he was nothing but trash and a workhouse child, yet he was a bit smart in his own little way which got my attention almost every time he would even speak.

Damn this pain! Damn this world—damn it all to hell!

I had to eventually come to realize that I was also intrigued by the boy; but he was worthless. Before I close my eyes and lean deeper into the chair, I heard crazy footsteps come toward me.

Finally the door swung open with a quiet jingle. That damn bell had to go-I didn't bother to turn around. I knew it was Toby and sure enough it was. But he wasn't alone. He held that same exact basket Mrs. Lovett took with her to the market but why was he showing it to me? It was just a simple basket.

"Mr. Todd sir, can I show you something?" he asked very kindly I knew I couldn't refuse, but I did. "No." was all I had to say to that. He stopped talking after that and I moved in my seat with my back fully erect.

My eyes never left the window ahead of me but my mind and thoughts did. "Come here." I spoke breaking the irritating silence that was bound to wine us together. After hearing nothing but footsteps I crossed my legs; right ankle over right knee. He gazed at me with such terrible eyes; he was scared. He has always been scared of me right from the start. My head didn't move but my eyes surely did. I looked over at the basket he was holding and right away the cloth over top began to wiggle and I froze instantly-wondering what could possibly be hidden underneath.

Dare I ask?

"Why is that cloth moving?" I uncrossed my legs and arched myself over for bit of a closer look. Toby seemed to cheer up right away after those exact words left my lips. What was with him? I watched his crazy reactions.

A smile was all I saw as I looked up and leaned myself back. "You want to see, Mr. Todd?" he asked me again, but this time in a more cheerful tone. I mentally rolled my eyes at the boy and nodded.

I watched him uncover the top and after the cloth was gone, a tiny little soft head popped up from beneath. It was a little feline, black and white by the looks and then there was a second head. That one looked pure black. I jerked back quickly in my chair.

I didn't like felines or any kind of animal. They were disgusting little creatures and stunk of filth and disease.

"Where did you get those?" I asked hesitation out of the question as I stood to my feet. The boy's eyes glistened in the moonlight and I could almost see those tears fall from his eyes.

I couldn't help that the boy was so delicate and over emotional.

"Mrs. Lovett, sir." He talked with a raspy voice. I could understand him clearly and stepped an inch forward. I heard purring and I saw big fat eyes staring directly up at me. They must be thinking something rather sinister; I could see it in their golden eyes.

Before I reached down to pick one of the 'things' up Toby pulled them away. Toby moved back as I continued inching forward.

He was indeed scared out of his skin. I saw it and it made me smile to myself. "Come hither dear boy." I glared at him now and before he was anywhere near out of my reach I grabbed a tight hold of the basket in his hands and took a tiny feline by the back of the neck. The boy cried aloud, hitting me with everything he had with those small useless hands of his.

I was too busy thinking what I should plan for these little worthless bundles of hair, off with their petite heads or slice their limbs into bite size pieces, unseen to the naked eye. "No…Toby continued with his annoyance. It dug deep underneath my skin and crawled out the very ends of my toes. He was driving me mad!

"STOP!" So without any hesitation, I swung the back of my hand into the air and felt it come in very close contact with the child's warm cheek. I heard a thud and saw him fall to the ground.

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Did I just do that? Did I just smack that boy—I would be damned if Lovett came strolling along and of course she did. She looked upset. "What was that?" she growled and I could see the burning anger glisten in her eyes as she came around to assist the boy.

I resumed my planning of the kitten's death but something about this whole situation urged me to let it go. So I did and it scrambled wobbly toward the other little cat.

"Do you know what you 'ave done?" she was on both knees before sobbing Toby, pulling him into a sweet motherly embrace against her breast. I didn't say a word—nothing was there. I shrugged…

Before leaving with Toby, Mrs. Lovett walked toward me and came very close. "If you hit him again, I will have to talk to the police and I don't want to do that, Mr. T." she warned me and was gone with the boy and the kittens as well. I had never in my life struck a human-being like that. I just don't know what came over me—maybe it was kept in anger from all those years.

I just don't know.

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E/N: Tell me how that was…was it good or was it eh? Hope it wasn't too bad. Poor kitties and Toby