"Master Ciel, may I ask why we are heading into this area of London?" Sebastian sighed as he guided the coach into a darker area of London; the area where nobles would tend to avoid at all costs.

"Because, Sebastian, I have been informed of strange goings on in this area recently and the Queen wants us to investigate. There is no solid evidence as to confirm any rumours, just disappearances and odd stories," Ciel answered, looking out the carriage window.

"Oh yes and what are these 'odd stories'?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm sure they're nothing. The Queen just wants to be sure," Ciel responded, without so much answering what Sebastian had asked.

Sebastian grinned, "Yes, I'm sure they are nothing."

The coach rolled through a puddle spraying a mixture of sludge and water from it. The sign at the end of the street read "Fleet Street".

Sebastian stopped the coach and hopped down, then opened the door for Ciel.

"I do hate the areas of London like this," Sebastian moaned, "They're so depressing."

Ciel glared back at him and took his stick from the coach. He leaned on it for a brief moment before looking at the dreary street. Sebastian was right, though; the street was depressing. An aura of darkness hung over the smoggy street. Ciel choked for a second on the heavy air.

"Let's just end those rumours quickly so we can leave this place," Sebastian practically spat the last of his sentence.

"Ruff ruff," Ciel barked jokingly at Sebastian and walked ahead.

Ciel looked at the shop in front of him; "Mrs Lovett's Pie Shop".

"I could do with something to eat. The shop looks a little grimy, but I heard they're the best pies in London," Ciel almost said it with a smile.

"I don't think they do sweet foods, Master," Sebastian sighed, "Can't you just wait and I'll make a chocolate cake when we arrive back at the mansion?"

"Sebastian, it is my duty to the Queen to follow any leads in this case and at the moment my leads lead to this shop," Ciel responded.

"If you say so, Master Ciel," Sebastian said.

Ciel stepped forward and opened the door. A bell chimed as the door creaked open. Behind the counter of the shop an eccentric looking woman stood bored, but the sight of a customer soon perked her up.

"Alright, sir, what'dya fancy today? S'all fresh mind, cooked by me own 'ands," the woman, whom Ciel and Sebastian assumed must be the owner of the shop, Mrs Lovett, leapt to her feet.

"Just a pie, please," Sebastian stepped forward in front of Ciel.

"Just the one, dearie? Busness 'as been slow today. Unusual like, seeing as they are known as the best pies in London," she said with a smile.

"Yes, just one," Sebastian smiled back, charmingly.

"Alright coming right up," Mrs Lovett turned to the stove.

As she handed a pie over to Sebastian she added, "Piping hot, mind."

Sebastian and Ciel wondered over and sat at table in the corner. Sebastian placed the pie down on the table.

Ciel picked it up and went to take a bite, but suddenly Sebastian knocked it from is hands which sent it flying across the room.

"Why'd you do that?" Ciel growled at Sebastian.

"I don't think you'd want to eat it," Sebastian grinned, "If you knew what it contained."

"Shut up, Sebastian," Ciel growled, "I don't see what's wrong."

Mrs Lovett watched the two cautiously, before hearing heavy thud from below the shop, suddenly a man appeared at the door.

The man pushed the door opened. The man looked odd to Ciel and Sebastian. He, like the woman, looked rather eccentric. His hair was big and quite wiry; it was black with a single white streak. His eyes were cold and ruthless. He was certainly a man who seemed to be experienced in dealing with death.

"You have customers?" he asked the woman coldly.

"Yes, Mr Todd. It's been ever so quiet today, I don't know if I'll use up all the meat from Tuesday," she sighed back.

The man, presumably Mr Todd, threw an icy glare at Ciel and Sebastian.

"Well, there's been another delivery," Todd told her bluntly.

"I did assume so," she responded.

With that the man turned and exited the shop, leaving Ciel and Sebastian with an odd feeling of uneasiness.

"Who was that?" Ciel almost demanded Mrs Lovett to answer.

"It was my neighbour, Mr Todd. Well I say neighbour, but it's the shop above me really. He's the barber around here. Best barber in London, I'd say, you ought to check it out, love. When you're a bit older," she added with a laugh.

"Indeed," Ciel sighed then whispered to Sebastian, "Let's go outside, I believe you have some explaining to do."

Ciel got up and walked to the door. Sebastian too got up and followed him.

"We'll be taking our leave now," Sebastian smiled at Mrs Lovett, "Sorry for any inconvenience."

I don't quite know where this idea came from apart from watching too much stuff set in Victorian times (I've seen Sherlock Holmes twice now if I haven't already mentioned it and I had started watching Kuroshitsuji just days before that). Anyway I love Kuroshitsuji (it's definitely my second or third favourite anime) and I like the Sweeney Todd film and then there's the whole Demon Butler and Demon Barber (that makes more sense in my head). And I also saw a video on Youtube someone had made using the song from Sweeney Todd where he's putting Mrs Lovett in the oven at the end set with Kurshitsuji clips mostly from the first episode.

So anyway, I don't think this fanfic will be particularly long, maybe two or three chapters at most.

But please review! I appreciate any and all reviews.

And I hope everyone liked it.

Bye~!

Amy.