Stranded: Chapter 6
A/N: (This Is Going To Be Loooong) Ok, guys, I am so sorry about leaving it at a cliffhanger and not updating for like EVER. I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!! I've been really distracted with other stories and the book I'm writing and this one kinda got pushed to the back and I forgot about it. Sorry. This chapter might not be my best because I have to get back into the groove of writing this sorta thing. …Happy Reading?
Both men gasped at the same time. Montanna Max, because of the loud intrusion, and Sweeney, because the man in the doorway was none other than the Beadle Bamford.
"Why sir! Is there a reason that you've graced us with your presence?" Sweeney asked, his voice dripping with false sincerity. Montana Max was astonished at how quickly his personality had changed, he must use that act with all his customers.
"Yes Mr. Todd, I have come for a reason…" The Beadle said, eyeing The Major nervously. Sweeney's smile was now too big to be real.
"Would you perhaps be in need of a shave?" He asked, reaching for his razor.
"Er…No…Not today sir…" Sweeney's smile faltered.
"Oh, alright then, what's your business here?" The edge had returned to his voice.
"Oh yes…It's um…" He paused, still staring at The Major. "Er…excuse me Mr. Todd but…is that man your assistant?" He asked, pointing at Montanna Max, "I've never seen him around here before…"
"Uh…No…You See…He's…" Sweeney stuttered nervously.
"I'm His Brother." Montanna Max finished for him, smiling.
"Why, Mr. Todd!" The Beadle exclaimed, "I didn't know that you had a brother!"
"Neither did I…" Sweeney mumbled quietly.
"Hm?" The Beadle asked.
"Ah, nothing sir…so, if you're not here for a shave…what can I do for you?"
"It's not what you can do for me, Mr. Todd, but what you can do for my superior, Judge Turpin." Sweeney's attitude changed back into that of the gracious host.
"Of course! And what may I do for the most honorable Judge?"
"Well you see," The Beadle began, "He's been so down lately and I wish for nothing more than to see him happy. I was hoping you'd help me…" He smiled hopefully. "I would like to arrange an appointment for him, but…keep it a secret. I want it to be a surprise; I think a nice shave should cheer him up nicely." Sweeney smirked.
"An excellent idea, sir!" He exclaimed, "Why don't you bring him down here…" He paused, looking at The Major. "In two days. Alright?" The Beadle smiled.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Todd! I shall be eternally grateful." With that, he rushed out the door, slamming it behind him.
Both men looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.
"I can't believe it!" Sweeney exclaimed, "He just unknowingly set the date for his death!" Throughout the laughter, Sweeney couldn't help notice the childlike expression Max had when he laughed; it was so adorable in its innocence. Wait… Adorable? Where did that come from? He shook his head. Soon the laughter was dying down to soft chuckles and Max spoke up.
"Erm… Vhat do ve do now? The Judge von't be here for another two days…"
"... We could…" He paused, shrugging his shoulders. "Go out…?" Montanna Max's eyes widened and he cocked his head to the side. Sweeney blushed slightly and corrected himself. "Not in that way! Mrs. Lovett needs more bags of flour and apparently I have to go out and get it, so..." He paused again, "Do you want to come with me?" Montanna Max smiled and nodded.
"Sure, vhy not."
The stepped outside the door and down the steps, heading towards St. Dustan's marketplace. Things were going relatively smoothly until someone made a clothing comment.
"Blimey! What are you wearing?!" A young boy exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at The Major's clothes. Max's eyes darkened in hue as he attempted to make a lunge at the boy, only to be stopped by Sweeney gripping his arm. Sweeney pulled, causing Max to trip backwards, falling into Sweeney's chest.
"Now, now," He murmured in his ear, a little too close for comfort by Max's standards, "Let's not start a scene."
The hairs on the nape of his neck stood up and he nodded reluctantly, glaring daggers at the boy. The two of them proceeded, with Sweeney still holding Max's arm. (Just to be safe.) They reached the marketplace and Sweeney grabbed two bags of flour. He handed one to Max, who nearly dropped it. Sweeney smiled.
"We should go back now, it's getting dark." The Major nodded.
Sweeney stepped into the shop first. Taking the flour bags, he handed them to Mrs. Lovett.
"Here's the flour you wanted." He said, smiling. Mrs. Lovett frowned.
"But Mr. T … I didn't ask you for any-"
He covered her mouth with his hand.
"Yes, but nobody else needs to know that…"
A/N: Once Again, I'M SORRY!! Please Forgive Me! I Hope You Liked This Chapter; I Tried To Add Some Underlying Yaoi Just To Please You. Rest Assured, More Will Be Posted Quite Soon!
