A/N: This is a sequel I never intended to do on my very first E&E one-shot Maybe Next Lifetime, (.net/s/7671816/1/Maybe_Next_Lifetime) xD

Brace yourself. Gender bending might ensue since, well...it's a different lifetime, but with the similar character characteristics. :D

And since it's a different lifetime, Enjolras, Eponine, and all the other characters needn't be the way their appearances are in the book (lame excuse for saying, I didn't read The Brick much. hahaha..xD). I do have the 25th Anniversary Cast in mind on this so...let that be your guide. :]

DISCLAIMER: Story's based on Victor Hugo's Les Misérables. I do not own any of the characters, even though some are gender-bent they're still from Les Misérables. ;]


"Maybe…next…lifetime."

"Take my hand; I'll lead you to salvation. Take my love, for love is everlasting. And remember the truth that once was spoken, to love another person is to see the face of God."


A soft, warm, light came to lead two souls into the place where pains and sorrows were nonexistent, but they were merely just passing by, at the end of their venture the souls had parted and they zoomed in alternate paths at the speed of light. The warm, inviting surroundings had disappeared and had now only shown darkness. They were still travelling faster and faster until they finally reached their stop.

"Ouch!"

"Enjolras!"

A group of seven young men dressed all in black dashed to their fallen friend's aid. One of them picked up the football that had hit their friend's head.

"Are you alright?" one of them asked.

"You were in some kind of trance."

"I saw a white light, and some sort of luminous figure." Their friend, Enjolras, said.

The group looked at each other in worry for Enjolras.

"Ah, it must be your grandfather."

"What about him?"

"Err, we're in his funeral right now."

"That football must've hit his head hard."

Enjolras observed around him and saw, not so far behind him, his family, watching as the coffin six feet under get buried with earth.

"No, I saw the figure before you hit me— hold on, hand me that ball Feuilly, respect the dead." He got the ball between his hands and then turned to his friend. "Joly, you said I was in a trance? Well that's when I saw it. What did that mean?"

"You probably just had a hallucination due to recent events, your grandfather was very dear to you; maybe he wanted to give you a farewell or something like that?"

"A man of science, now speaks of the paranormal?"

"Well, there's no harm in acknowledging such things. My grandmother used to tell me interesting paranormal stories as a child."

Enjolras shook his head, maybe Joly was right, his grandfather's death affected him a lot, this was just.

"Let's go back, it's almost over." Said Enjolras.

"Can I have my ball back?" asked Feuilly

"No."


"'Ponine!"

"Huh, what?" The girl turned her head to her side and saw a car zooming towards her. She couldn't move from where she was but luckily the car had swerved past her. She ran to the sidewalk she was crossing the street for and fell on her knees.

"'Ponine!" Three boys shouted in unison and ran to check up on her,

"Éponine! What's wrong with you? You could've died! I don't want you to die too!" the eldest boy asked.

"I'm sorry Gustavé, it's just," she felt her head throbbing and made her hand come to her head's aid. "I thought saw something, or someone, like a ghost."

"Is it maman?" the youngest boy asked. The girl who was called 'Ponine smiled and said,

"Maybe. Maybe, she missed us." She then got back on her feet and straightened out her ragged clothes. "Come, Nicolas, Oliver, hold on to my hands." The two younger boys grinned and did what they were told. The eldest named Gustavé followed behind.

If it was maman, what great timing that was, she sarcastically thought, I hope she doesn't do that again though; I still have to take care of my brothers, even Zelda still needs me too.


After the burial Enjolras separated from his friends and, unfortunately for him, rejoined his parents. He unwillingly got in his father car at the backseat and prepared himself for whatever his father would throw at him again. These fits have been happening often between them since Enjolras's now deceased grandfather had gotten sick; their talks usually end up in arguments.

His father had already drove about two blocks from the cemetery when he began speaking with Enjolras.

"Eric, have you considered attending medical school now? I'm pretty sure that's what your grandfather had wanted." His father said.

"No I haven't considered that, nor will I ever." He replied monotonously, looking out the window instead of facing his father. "Grandfather said, he wanted me to be like him. That doesn't necessarily mean I have to be a doctor."

"Then what do you suppose he wanted you to be? A lawyer? There is no place for lawyers in this place, how would you expect to earn money—"

"Oh, money, money, money. It's always about money to you isn't it?" This time Enjolras faced his father, furiousness etched on his face. Enjolras's mother clenched her purse nervously as she watched the heated debate between her husband and her son. "What about doing things for the greater good, huh? I mean, sure I get to help people by studying medicine, but I know I could change how politicians run things and I'll be able to help a whole lot more if I study law."

"The greater good? And what does the greater good care about you? Stop acting nobly, it will do you no good."

"I don't care about that! I don't even care about my future much!"

"After all the things we've done for you, this is the least you could do for us!" At this point Enjolras had had it with his father.

"Oh I would do something for you and mother to repay you all have done, but not what you want me to do! I'm sick of people whose mindsets are every man for himself!"

"Bah! In politics, it's every man for himself!" his father retorted.

"Common misconception," replied Enjolras, slightly enraged. "You would obviously think of that because you are one yourself."

"ÉMERIC ENJOLRAS THE EIGHTH! You stop this right now!" His mother yelled, her eyes streaming tears "Please stop," she said in a mere whisper and held her son's hand. He didn't want to cause any more pain to his mother so he just silenced himself and looked out again at the window, with her mother's hand still in his own, watching the beautiful streets of Paris to calm him down.

"Insolent boy." His father scoffed.

I don't even know why I wanted that, Enjolras thought, I never really cared about anything before, but now I care for something so huge that it wouldn't care for me back if I live or die. Whatever, I kind of like it.


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