Anthony Hope: "Mr. Todd--you have to help me--Mr. Todd, please."
Sweeney Todd: "Out."
Anthony Hope: "Mr. Todd!"
Sweeney Todd: "OUT!"
Mrs. Lovett: "All this shoutin' and runnin' about--
What's happened?"
Sweeney Todd: "I had him!"
His throat was bare beneath my hand
"No! I had him!"
His throat was there and he'll never come again!
Mrs. Lovett: Easy now
Hush, love, hush
I keep telling you--
Sweeney Todd: When?!
Mrs. Lovett: What's your rush!?
Sweeney Todd: Why did I wait!?
YOU told me to wait!
Now he'll never come again!
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it--
But not for long!
They all deserve to die!
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why...
Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett
There two kinds of men and only two
There's the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, Mrs. Lovett, look at you!
No, we all deserve to die!
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I
Because the lives of the wicked should be - made brief!
For the rest of us, death will be a relief
We all deserve to die!
And I'll never
See Johanna
No, I'll never
Hug my girl to me--
Finished!
All right! You, sir
How 'bout a shave?
Come and visit
Your good friend Sweeney!
You, sir, too, sir
Welcome to the grave!
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation!
Who, sir? You, sir?
No one's in the chair
Come on, come on
Sweeney's waiting!
I want you bleeders!
You sir--anybody!
Gentlemen, now don't be shy!
Not one man, no
Nor ten men
Nor a hundred
Can assuage me--
I will have you!
And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I'll practice on less honorable throats
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again
But the work waits
I'm alive at last
And I'm full of joy!
Hitomi's POV
My chest heaved erratically, as I tried to calm myself down further.
I could hear the calls of the people bellow, calling to one another to come and see what was going on.
Half distant, I could also register Nathan, begging me to open the door, or else come out.
There was a tear in his voice that broke me, but I realized that what business Amane had with me would be much more important then anything I might endure with Nathan.
Her face however, faced the open window, where the curtains blew gently. "Get inside now, before you have more then one terrified person to work with."
I nodded, not quite sure how she spoke to me without moving her lips from their wide, smiling position.
I took her hand, as she offered it, and climbed back within the safety of the bathroom, opening the bathroom door to reveal a shaken Nathan, blood shooting from both of his nostrils.
"Oh MY GOD, NATHAN!"
He pushed past me to get over the sink, as he dripped across the white linoleum.
Dropping to his knees, I turned the water on, running the water till it was icy and then put a washcloth under the drilling water.
"I'm so sorry, Nathan." I kissed his forehead, all the while pushing gently against his nose, pulling his head back into my abdomen to support his neck enough so he wouldn't choke on his own blood.
"I'm so, so sorry. My god, Nathan forgive me-"
His hand grabbed my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me moving into the shower, reprimanding me for not only breaking his nose, but also the hotel room mirror.
A hand pressed me against the tiling, as he turned the cold water on.
Something about my shirt being ruined was muttered, and I could here him walk outside the room, before returning with his keys, a pillow and some duck tape.
He quickly taped the pillow taught to my back, wrapping it so that it wound over my shoulders as well and secured around my abdomen and shoulders.
It was swelling; I could feel the flesh of my back, torn as it was, expanding as I dehydrated, blood ever still gushing out of severed muscles that I found I could not move and over parts of my back I was too afraid to try to touch, the muscles in some places quivering in surreal pain.
He pushed me softly towards the door, which had been opened prior to my coming to it, before I realized completely he wanted me out at his car.
I got in as he did, and my heart began to race as I realized he held my purse and was rummaging through it.
The notebook, although hidden somewhat well, still lay in there, just a shifting of a page away.
He withdrew, two small pale blue plastic beads in his hand, as he threw the stained cloth back at me, leaning his head back.
With a loud hiss, he pressed the tube to his nostril, pushing the paper within into his nasal cavity before doing the same with the other, tears falling effortlessly from his failing eyes.
Twin strings dangled down his chin, and I quickly clipped them off, realizing how odd it would look to see him driving around Osaka with tampons sticking out both of his nostrils.
He drove, silently, his head leaning backward on the headrest to slow the blood flow, and possibly relieve the pain.
The hospital was small, but he called in, explaining breathlessly what had occurred to a head nurse of sorts, before requesting a wheel chair, as he was too afraid to leave me by myself long enough to go inside, retrieve one, and be back.
He amazingly left out how I had gone crazy, kicking him in the face to get away from an imaginary creature, opting to say instead that it was a mild argument between a door which had both broken his nose and thrown me into a mirror.
She seemed to believe him, and soon a tall girl joined us with orange hair pinned up in a bun, an obvious scrub suit on her rail thin frame.
As small as she looked however, spoke nothing of her strength as she lifted me with ease from the car and into the wheel chair, spinning me around, before escorting us into the hospital waiting room.
It was silent in the room, and I felt almost empty there. A couple of premed students passed us, speaking in hushed whispers as the one closest to me brushed against my leg.
The nurse wheeled me to the front desk where the premeds stood waiting to sign in and go upstairs.
The other nurse at the reception desk held a phone up to her face, speaking with a mysterious person on the other line, however she felt compelled to raise her delicate, small hand in a formal wave, before turning back to her paper work and stamping in the two gentlemen, who, until this point, had not looked at me.
The younger of the two, brothers, I noted, held a familiar smile. He glanced between my nurse and I, before he spoke clearly. "Hey, Gina. What level?"
"ER basement, hopefully." My red-haired dictator murmured, a clipboard in hand as she checked over available beds and rooms, "probably a bed-in, as well."
"And this one?" his companion muttered, motioning to Nia.
"Not that bad, probably an office room and put him out. Looks like it's just a break."
"I'll take him then to get his x-ray…" He turned to Near, and waved him into the direction in which he might follow.
My fiancé seemed hesitant to leave me, but as the man tugged at his sleeve once, twice, he relented, throwing a mutually deflated look at me, following the man down a hallway and disappearing.
She smiled up at the remaining doctor and I, settling the clipboard down, "Keito, you think you could bring her downstairs?"
"Don't think I should have any problem. I'm scheduled in an hour to be in the basement in surgery."
"Arigatou, Keito-san." Gina nodded respectfully, returning to behind the office reception desk, appearing very demure in comparison to Keito. She reminded me of my American, attempting carefully to pronounce her Japanese correctly that she put more emphasis on her words then was needed.
As Keito wheeled me away, I stomached the urge to giggle, as I was lifted up on only two wheels.
The elevator shaft shook me as the set of wheels rolled over the edge and the premed student, handsome as he was, spun me into a corner professionally.
I felt cornered and a bit claustrophobic, and held the urge to get up and bolt, until the man leaned over me and pressed a red button, the doors shutting tightly.
"So what did you do?"
His voice startled me, but it was genuine.
I couldn't turn my head to look at him, nor could I spin around and face him in my current condition. I ached, and notably, perhaps, as he leaned over and gently began messaging my shoulders.
I felt his appraising eyes, and let loose a groan of sorts, as his hand dipped down my shirt to my collar, pulling gently in a messaging motion. "Can't speak? Or are you ignoring me?"
He pressed further, and should I have any real control in my arms, I'm sure I would have slapped the man, and hard.
It felt marvelous, but I couldn't relax enough.
Suddenly, a chill ran up my spine, and I instantly knew that Misa had arrived in the elevator with me, her high, tinkling laughter angering me more then my offender.
Her dress jingled, and she glided over to the rail where I might see her, sitting, or perhaps the correct term would be sprawling, there, feet swinging in mid air.
"Go on and tell him, Hitomi." Her voice taunted wickedly. "Tell him you've gone mad, that you're seeing dead people floating outside your bathroom and that they're following you about."
"Come on, Hitomi. Entertain me. Kill him off now. He deserves it. Do it now, Hitomi. Kill him off."
"No." it slipped from my lips like poison and I felt the man freeze over me, removing his hands from their comforting ways around my neck and back.
"I know who you are." The pre med doctor murmured, turning the key of the elevator door so there would be no escape, before dropping the key to the floor where it clanked dangerously.
He leaned over the wheel chair, pinning me where I sat, his tall figure enchanting as he hovered high above me. His lips were thin, but brushed against mine enchantingly in a butterfly kiss. "Hiragana Hitomi, you are beautiful, brilliant…"
"You enchant me…"
I could feel the pressure in my back like it was about to break and I cried out, grinding back upward from shrinking downward into the chair.
In truth, I didn't fear sex with this man, what I feared was the pain, the eternal ripping of my infidelity.
"No… ow…"
He let up before he swept back down and brushed his lips against mine, pressing his hand to the back of my neck supporting my heavy head.
Inward I cried, as he lifted me up from the chair, hand going beneath my shirt as he pealed the tape from my blouse to get further up under the shirt.
With each pealed centimeter of tape, I felt a piece of my reserved self-control falling until he had moved onto the third piece.
Helpless, I willed my legs up, distracting the man from noticing my hand moving in my purse, clutching a pen with all my might as I scrawled his name into what I hoped was the death note, my options very short at the moment, as he only had 7 more pieces of tape until my pillow armor was completely undone.
Willing further then the usual Kira-esk death, I finished with a reprieve for myself, and then his death cause.
He obliged, and I felt him stiffen as if under the control of a spell.
Climbing off of me, he continued to remove the tape and pillow more professionally, before reinserting the key, allowing the elevator to restart and continue its descent.
Misa, who had let everything go on thus far, held herself against the rail as she laughed, her notebook across her lap, her nail to the pages.
She realized that her fun had been ruined, and allowed the book to fall to her waist with a delicate ringing noise before she stood up tally and stepped out, right before the elevator door dinged to signify that we were indeed on the basement level.
He rolled me out and into a room before bowing curtly and leaving.
A sigh of relief escaped my chest, and I felt instantly better, knowing that no one would know I was the cause of the man's death.
Slipping off of the chair and into the bed, I felt my chest tightening as I moved, and so I pinned my own arms against my chest and the bed, my purse beneath me as a well as I sprawled on my stomach.
I buried my face down into the pillow, as Misa sat down beside me, the roughness of her leathery dress chaffing my bare arm.
"He deserved it." She justified, hand blindly stroking my head. "You had the right to use the notebook, Hitomi. He deserved to die."
"No one deserves to be murdered. No matter how wretched their life." I whispered into the fabric, terror gripping me to the mattress.
"All men deserve to die, girl.They all deserve to die! Because in all of the whole human race, there two kinds of men and only two: there's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face. No, we all deserve to die! Even you, Hitomi, even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief! For the rest of us, death should be a relief-- we all deserve to die!"
"No one deserves to be murdered, no one deserves their life to be stolen."
We sat in eternal silence, Misa glaring down at me, as I stared up at her, betraying.
A doctor entered the room, moving up to look at my back. He murmured soft hesitant words as his gloved hands brushed against the ripped muscles in my back, before he withdrew. "It says you and your fiancé came in together. Once he's done, we're going to have him sign you over to the hospital."
"I'm leaving, Hitomi. Call me if you need me."
"Why?" I asked softly, both to the doctor and Misa's retreating form.
"Oh, you're good…." Misa murmured, settling back down on the air conditioner.
My eyes followed her as I listened to the doctor.
"We need him to sign away all previous injury so that the hospital is not held responsible for any future problems due to your accident. As it is now, you may be very well unable to ever move like you were able to. Several lean muscles," here, his hand touched an area of my back to point out where the damage had mostly occurred, making me flinch noticeably, "have been torn, if not severed completely from one another. These muscles control arm, neck, back and torso movement as I'm sure you've already noticed."
Continuing, he began to pull pieces of glass from my back with a pair of tweezers. "I personally, would like to keep you in the hospital until the major lean muscles have begun the healing process. In the mean time, I'm going to prescribe morphine and when your fiancé comes back, we will hopefully have all the glass out and we can have you stitched up and in a proper room."
I groaned, realizing that I was going to be here for quite a while.
A nurse, Gina, I realized, pulled at my arm, a prick in the center of it signaling that an IV port had been inserted before an instant rush of cool liquid slid up my arm, disappearing into my veins. It tingled, and the urge to sleep began to pull at the edges of my being.
Eyelids fluttered before I groaned, turning my head away from the doorway.
"Tired, Ms Hiragana?"
"Hai." It came out soft and low, but he understood it, and gently put a sheet around me where I might be embarrassed should someone, namely Nathan, were to come in and see.
"Go ahead, then. When were done, I promise you'll feel much better, and you should be able to see any visitors you might have."
The darkness was inviting, and I slipped softly into a dreamless sleep, arms loose from the death note, as I subconsciously realized someone was slipping my bag from beneath me and away from my body.
"G'night."
"Good night, Ms Hiragana…"
Song: Epiphany from Sweeney Todd
I do not own Sweeney Todd, nor the lines that Misa quotes. Was inspired by them, and so I decided to use the exact quote, especially with her connection to Kira and Lawliet.
Bet a lot of you all went WTF at Keito, Ne?
I'm not sure if Keito is a name or not, but I figured it sounded like the Japanesization of Keith, which I always thought was a great Bad-guy's name.
Raise your hand if you like this chapter. I personally am raising 2 arms and a leg.
I loved writing this chapter up, which is why its 3 k words.
Anyway I cannot believe that Keito was going to do that, originally he was just going to kiss her and then ask for her autograph, but I decided to go the darker route and have him nearly rape her, that way the new Kira has a new person to kill, and so she can be on her way to becoming a darker person.
Tampons? You ask, right. Well, the idea actually came from a similar situation. One of my friends got socked in the face, and his nose was broken. So, as many people already know, I'm in guard and we guard girls are a bit twisted. We put two tampons in his nose, figuring that the blood wouldn't drip while we drove him to the doctor to get his nose rebroken and then set. And that's my story behind driving a car with someone with a broken nose
Next Chapter: Nia shows back up and Hitomi has a Heart to Heart with Misa, the Newest Shinigami.
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