Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street.
He kept a shop in London town.
Of fancy clients and good renown
and what if none of their souls were saved
they went to their maker impecably shaved.
By Sweeney,
by Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street.

Company

Swing your razor wide!
Sweeney, hold it to the skies.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
His needswere few, his room was bare.
A lavabo and a fancy chair.
A mug of suds, and a leather strop,
an apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserves a nod,
does Sweeney Todd,
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was,
quick, and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned,
like a perfect machine he planned,
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!

Sweeney Todd

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He regarded the small detective with a murderous glint in his normally warm honey eyes. The hand around L's swan-like throat tightened, causing the detective to sputter and claw at the teen's hand for air. "I'm going to have to punish you, aren't I?" Raito--or Kira, if the scarlet tint to the honey eyes was any indication-- purred, a slow smirk sliding over his plush mouth.

"R-Rai…to…!" L gasped, tears beginning to moisten his gray eyes; Raito didn't feel any thing as he watched the detective cling to life.

The boy looked over the older male's shoulder, and his eyes visibly brightened as they landed on the smiling surface of a silver knife. "I think I know what to do, Lawliet." He whispered, and plucked the knife from the speckled surface of the counter.

L's eyes widened even more, causing them to look as if they were bulging from the sockets. "N…o…" He ground out, trying to writhe away from boy's iron clad grip. Raito laughed evilly, and brought the sharp blade closer to the man's porcelain face.

L's struggling became more desperate, yet Raito pressed the blade to the unmarred flesh. He dragged the silver across L's cheek, causing the man's white shirt front to become stained with crimson blood. L's pathetic screams filled Raito's ears like a sweet drug.

An hour later, Raito let the knife drop to the floor. It stuck in the colored tiles of the kitchen; He surveyed L's broken, twitching body with a large, insane smile on his face.

L lifted his gray eyes up to Raito; his tears were mixed with his blood that poured profusely from the deep gashes the boy had made. "…w-w-why?" He coughed, clenching his eyes closed from the burning pain.

Raito giggled and leaned down to his beautifully, broken angel. "Because you sinned against God, Lawliet…"

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M'kay…why did I use the ballad of Sweeny Todd? Oh wells…

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