A/N: Hello all! Here it is chapter 3! I apologize for the long wait my laptop broke and I just recently got my files transferred to my desktop. Thanks to Zoek80 and Spring Sunrise for reviewing! Read and review! Haruka and I worked hard on this one. Japanese Translation index is at the bottom! Thanks! –Saph

Disclaimer:

Mrs. Lovett: (sigh)

Haruka: "What is it, Mrs. Lovett?"

Mrs. Lovett: "I'm just upset tha' I can't own Mistah T is all."

Haruka: "I understand, Mrs. Lovett. It upsets me too!'

Saph: "Well, I for one, think it's a good thing Mrs. Lovett doesn't own Sweeney! Bad things would happen if she did! BAD THINGS!"

Sweeney: "I second that opinion."

Saph: "Me and Haruka not owning him on the other hand, now THAT'S a tragedy."

Haruka: (nods)

Sweeney: (leaves)

Mrs. Lovett: (sigh)

Rosabelle POV

Here we are, standing in front of my Aunt and Uncle's shop. They both are smiling and walking out of the house to great us.

Aunt Eliza ran up and crushed both Naomi and I in a big bear hug. Smiling broadly she released us. "Oh, loves, it 'as been so long!" her thick cockney accent never failing to show. "You've both grown so much!"

Uncle Jack walked over and hugged mom first. "Helen, I've missed you loads."

My mom made a face. "Oh, that accent!"

"Don't fo'get, dear sister, you used to 'ave one as well!" Uncle Jack grinned. I smiled. It would still leak in when she was angry or upset. My mother grew up in London with her younger brother and parents. She went to college in America, met my father and stayed. Uncle Jack moved on to shake my father's hand and hug my sister and me individually. Aunt Eliza gave Mom and Dad both hugs that seemed as strong as the one she gave Naomi and me.

"Well, Naomi, Rosabelle, we 'ave a surprise for both o' you." My uncle pulled out two envelopes one with my name, the other with my sister's. He handed us each our allotted envelopes. Eliza smiled and waved for us to look inside.

"Nantekotta!" Naomi's eyes were wide as she uttered her favorite Japanese phrase, and looked from her open envelope to me. What on earth was inside? I opened mine and saw why my sister had freaked.

"Holy shit!" Inside was money, a lot of it.

"Language, Rosabelle!" Dad warned. Mom gave me a stern look.

"How much is here, Aunt Eliza?" Naomi was practically oozing with excitement.

"250 pounds." My twin and I looked at each other in awe. That was around $400 in the US. I heard Naomi mutter, something like "Sugoi…". I wished I had a clue what she was saying.

"We thou' you migh' as well 'ave some spendin' money while your 'ere." Uncle Jack explained. "There are a lot o' shops around. You don't 'ave to go an' spend it all on this trip. If you want you could always take some 'ome too. Or use it next time you come."

"But, there will be plenty of time to shop later! I think we should go inside and get settled." Mom, always the practical one. I roll my eyes.

Inside it was warm. Walking into the once-pie shop, now being used as a normal kitchen was surreal as always. Pictures of the shop before it was restored hung from the walls. Mom and dad got the guest room upstairs and Naomi and I got the pull out couches. Sleeping on the couch itself was more comfortable. We put our things down next to our couches and walked out into the kitchen.

"So, Aunt Eliza, Uncle Jack, do you think Naomi and I can go check out the barber shop now?" Uncle Jack rolled his eyes and handed me an old looking key.

"Go ahead." I squealed with delight and pulled Naomi along before she could start complaining.

Standing at the bottom of the outside steps I started climbing, scared twin sister in tail.

"C'mon. You can do this by yourself." She squeaked. I smiled.

"But what if Sweeney's ghost is lurking around? Two is better than one right? I can't fend of murderous barber phantoms by myself!" I let mock fear and sarcasm seep through my words.

"EEK! Majo Rika, Majo Rika, Majo Rika!"

Arriving at the top I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The rusted hinges creaked at the effort. I took a step into the room Naomi right behind. Neither of us bothered to shut the door. "Wow." It came out breathless. I was standing in Sweeney Todd's Barber Shop.

"Look, we've seen it! It's dusty and creepy, now let's go!' I ignored my sister's pleas and looked around the room. She was right about one thing, the room was dusty. Everything was covered in a thick layer of the stuff, from the walls of bare grey concrete to the decaying floorboards creaking under our feet. And right smack dab in the middle of the room was the barber chair. I walked over and leaned in to see the many rust colored stains painting the brown upholstery. "I was right! There is still blood on it!"

Naomi became even paler and looked like she was about to puke. I chuckled internally at her discomfort and my eyes caught sight of a greenish box sitting on the window seat. I walked over slowly then called my scared sister over. "Look! It's his razor case!" I gingerly opened the box to reveal several shining silver razors. All the slots were full, and one still held dried blood on its folded blade. "All of them are here! Even the one he was killed with!" What else could it be? I began to reach for one, but before my fingers could feel the smooth surface the forgotten door slammed shut. Naomi and I both jumped and turned toward the now closed door.

"I- I don't think he wants you touching those, Rosabelle." In response, the razor case in my hands snapped shut. Naomi shrieked and ran towards the door. She turned the knob several times and pulled but the door wouldn't budge. "Rose, it's locked! It won't open!" I put the case back down on the seat.

"Don't worry! I have the key remember?" I walked over and put the key into the hole in the knob and turned it, but to no success. The door still wouldn't open. Before we could think of what to do next the entire shop began to fill with an incredibly white light.

"R-rose, w-what's going on?" I grabbed instinctively for my twins hand and held it tight.

"I don't know!" I felt her stiffen next to me and let out a frightened squeak.

"I'm scared!" I held her hand tighter.

"So am I!" The light was so bright now I could no longer keep my eyes open. I just stood there holding my sister's hand for dear life, eyes squeezed shut, hoping everything would be alright, as the light enveloped us and dragged us both into unconsciousness.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! Now please I beg of all of you! Click that wonderful little button over there and write feedback in the pretty box! The reviews help. Besides! You get a cookie or a meat pie if you do! – Saph

A/N: Yay! We're so glad we finally got to update this! :D I'm so happy for the both of us, cuz this was a lot of thinking and brainstorming, so u gotta give us credit ;) lol R+R! :D – HaruChan :)

Japanese Translation!
1) Nantekotta – "Oh My God"
2) Sugoi – "Wow"