Anthony and Edward walked through the London square, weaving in and out of groups of people, making their way towards Madame Niffty's barber station. Once they reached the location, they noticed the giant crowd that surrounded the entire area. "The bitch is here like every Tuesday or Thursday or whateva'. Charges a fortune for a simple shave." Anthony said as they found a spot near the center of the crowd.

Soon a small boy with large glasses emerged from within the trailer looking house and began to heat on a drum. Once he finished getting everyones attention the young lad began to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? Do you wake every morning in shame and despair, to discover your pillow is covered with hair?" Edward must admit the young lad knew how to sell this… Miracle Elixar.

A bottle of the Elixar was passed around and when it got to Edward, he took a sniff. His face bunches up and said "It smells like piss."

Anthony took it and smelled as he said, "It smells like.. EW!" The boy kept trying to make a good argument, while Anthony and Edward continued to put the Elixar to shame.

"Ladies seem to love it!" The boy shouted.

Anthony retorted with, "Flies do to." With the most deadpan face anyone has seen. Then a short woman, with hair as orange as flames, styled into a cute bob coke from within the trailer.

"Who said my Elixar smelled like piss?" She demanded, her blue green eyes stared out into the crowd.

"That would be I! Edward Couteau, barber down on Fleet Street." Edward smiled, his reddish brown hair with the black stripe down the right side, blew in the breeze, giving him a more… malicious look.

"Another barber huh? Well, why don't we see who is the better barber huh?" She looked to the boy, "Baxter!" She snapped her fingers, the boy ran and grabbed two chairs and two sets of everything for the two barber's.

"If you don't mind, mam, I brought my own equipment." Edward smiled.

"Niffty." She simply stated but gave a nod of approval. The two set up as two volunteers from the crowd joined them up on the stage set out. Soon she spotted a man in the crowd watching, "Beatle Vox! Please come judge this competition would you?" The man shrugged and made his way over. Niffty was quick to sharpen her shaving tools, not caring that she was cutting Baxter's knuckles while doing so. She quickly lathered up the shaving cream and messily put in on the man's face.

Edward was gently sharpening his knives still, taking his time. As Nifty began shaving, she spoke to the crowd. After about five minutes, Vox spoke. "And the winner is Mr. Couteau!" Niffty stopped and stared at the man beside her. She couldn't believe it, she was beaten. But how?! She just gave a tight smile.

"Impressive Mr… Couteau? Was it?" Edward just nodded as he watched the Beatle walk away. Niffty stared at him, something about him seems… familiar. She just shrugged it off for now and looked at Baxter with an angered grin. She shoved baxter behind the red curtain of the barber stage and slapped the poor boy.

Anthony walked up to Edward, "Poor kid." He stated, Edward didn't care either way, wasn't his problem. The two made there way back to Fleet Street.

Meanwhile, in another part of the town, Vagatha was roaming around the back streets, admiring the scenery. When she happened to look up a particular large home, she spotted a girl sitting in a window. Her blonde hair flowed freely over her shoulders, her snow white complection glistened in the pale daylight. The blush on her cheeks standing out against her porcelain skin, like small roses. She was the most beautiful woman Vagatha ever saw.

Vagatha nudged a passerby, "Excuse me sir, but who is that?" She asked the man. The man looked up at the window.

"That's Miss Charlotte Mange, adoptive daughter of Judge Val." The man said, "Don't get on his bad side, Miss. He isn't one to be kind." With that said, the man walked away. Vagatha looked up again at the window to the fair maiden who sat there, possibly day dreaming. Then the girl looked down at her and smiled. She opened the window and dropped a hankercheif out to the ground below. Vagatha was quick to pick it up. Suddenly the girl look away quick n left without a word. Vagatha stared for a few more moments before she walked away. She had to tell Me. Couteau about the beautiful Miss Charolette Mange.

Inside the manor, Charolette sat by the window and stared out into the horizon. Daydreaming about free, being able to leave her home and roam, find love. She turned her attention to the birds in the cage by the window. "Oh, green finch and Linent bird, nightengale, black bird, how is it you sing? How can you jubilat sitting in cages, never taking wing?" She sighed, her birds always sang and seemed happy, just sitting there all day. She looked out her window and noticed a young woman staying up at her and smiled. She was very pretty.

She opened her window and dropped a hankercheif down towards the woman below. The woman grabbed it and looked back up at her. She then heard a knock on her bedroom door and quickly left to go answer it. "Ah, my dear Charlie! Tell me baby cakes, how was your day?" Judge Val had asked.

Anthony and Edward b made it back to the pie emporium. Edward went back towards his old shop and Anthony back to the kitchen. The very chimes, telling Anthony that he has a customer, "Hey! Welcome to- oh, it's you. What do ya want?" He speaks as Niffty and Baxter make their way into the shop.

"Just wanted to pop in and speak to Mr. Couteau, if you must know." She spoke, annoyance well laced in her words.

"Upstairs, but leave the young thing here. I can give him a nice juicy meat pie." Anthony smiled.

"Yeah yeah, sure whatever." The firey woman said, with a wave of her hand, and walked out.

"Come now kid, take a seat." Anything said once that dreadful woman had left.

"Thank you ma'am!" He smiled brightly as he sat down.

"It's sir, and yer welcome." Anthony smiled. It wasn't the first he was mistaken for a woman, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Why, hello again Mr. Couteau." Niffty said as she swagged her way into the barber's shop.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure Madame Niffty? Care to make another bet?" Edward laughed, his chocolate brown eyes sparked behind the frames settled on his nose.

Niffty sat on the bench by the wall, "oh nothing, Mr. Alastor Ledette." She smirked while Edward's smile stiffened a bit. "Yeah, that's right Al, I remember you. Who could forget those eyes? Though you probably wouldn't remember me, all I did was sweep hair away from the floors. Though to be honest my hair was more blonde and a lot longer." She smiled.

"Norma Barker."

"That's right! You do remember me! How thoughtful, but I'm not here to reminisce about the old days, Al. Oh, no! I've come to strike a deal! I won't tell a single soul about who you truly are and…. You give me seventy-five percent of your profits from here on out!" She smiled smuggly.

Alastor stayed quiet for a long while. The shaving knife resting in hand, has stared her down.

"What? Cat got your tounge? That's a first! Normally you would be talking my ear off! Swinging along to jazz music while you shaved men's facial hair." She stood and sauntered around the room. "Now I know u have a silver tounge Mr. Ledette, who could forget those quick remarks that could slice a deer in half!" She giggled as she walked right up to him. "I always did have a bit of a crush on you. Those brown eyes, and silky brown locks. Though, this look does look quite good on you too."

She reached up to touch his hair when he grabbed her wrist and growled. "Don't. Touch. Me." He turned to look her dead in the eye, "And most definitely, don't try to cheat me." He took the shavers blade and jabbed it into her neck. Her ruby red blood spurted out of the artery as he was quick to remove the blade and plunge it deep into her neck again. His face was now coated in the woman's blood, she grabbed her neck as she tried to get away, but the damage was already done. She collapsed onto the floor, blood spilling out to form a small pool around her body.

Alastor removed his glasses and polished them on a part of his red dress shirt that wasn't being soaked. "No one, calls me Alastor anymore, is Edward. Edward Couteau."

Baxter had finished his third meat pie when he eyes the clock on the wall. "Oh no! Madame Niffty has an appointment! He will be late if we don't leave!" He was quick to gather up his belongings as he tried to make a break for the door. But Anthony was quicker.

"I'm sure the Madame had already left, kid."

"But.. I should still go meet her. I don't want her to get angry with me."

"Hey, it's okay kid. Why don't you wait here? I'll give ya a nice cup of ale!" Anthony bribed as he poured a glass. Baxter's eyes lit up as he gratefully took the mug, downing it in seconds. A thump was heard from upstairs and Anthony was quick to look. "Stay here and have some more. I'll be right back." Anthony left Baxter the ale bottle and made his way to the shop up top. "Mr. Couteau? Ya alright in here?" He asked. He saw Edward cleaning up the blood from his glasses. "For fucks sake, what happened?!" He almost yelled as he gathered some towels to help clean the blood off the floor. He told the dead woman away and stuffed her into a trunk.

"She knew who I was. I had to end her. Plus she wanted to take seventy-five percent of my profits! That dasterdly woman."

"Oh, well then she deserved it then, that bitch." She helped Edward get most of the stains out his shirt after the evidence on the floor and everywhere else was cleaned up. Someone then suddenly burst through the door.

"Mr. Couteau!"

"Vagatha? Whatever is the matter dear?"

"I met a girl! Well, sorta met a girl. Her name is Charolette Mange and she is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen! But she is held hostage by this Judge of sorts." Vagatha spoke quickly. Edward's eye twitched a bit. "Her hair is as yellow as the sun! Her skin, white as snow! And her rosey cheeks are a beautiful shade of pink!" Vagatha sighed as she remembered the details of the woman's face.

Edward and Anthony listened for awhile until Vagatha left again. Probably to seek out the fair maiden. Once she left the two made their way back to the pie shop. "So, Mr. Couteau, what are we to do with the body we got stored away in ya trunk?"

"Late tonight, I'll take the body somewhere private and burn it."

"What a shame. I'm sure she didn't have any friends or relatives who would come looking for her." Anthony looked out the window and thought for a moment. Then a smile came across his face. Edward looked at the flamboyant man standing in front of him.

"What?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"Seems an awful waste. I mean, with the price of meat and when you get it, if you get it?" Edward's expression went from confused to knowing. "Good you got it! Take for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop, she only uses pussy cats and toast. Now a single cat is good for maybe.. six or seven at the most, and I'm sure they can't compare for it's taste!" Anthony smiled widely.

"My, Mr. DelEstate, how I love without you all years I'll never know!" Anthony laughed and went over to the bar and placed a meat pie olin front of Edward. "What…. Is that?"

"That's priest!"

"Is it any good?"

"Well, they don't commit sins of the flesh, so it would be pretty fresh."

"Anything lean?"

"Well if your british and loyal, you might enjoy royal marine, and he would be clean. But it might taste of wherever the hell he's been."

"Really Anthony, you are a bright one." Edward smiled.

"I mean, plenty will be coming for a shave, have plenty of flavors." Anthony gave his own wicked smile.

"And we could serve anyone." Edwards eyes grew.

"And to anyone." Angel said.

"At all!" They spoke at the same time.

"Okay, Mr. Couteau, that was fucking weird."