I don't have many people's issues that I'm addressing. So far, I have Javert, Éponine, Grantaire, and Valjean and Cosette. Feel free to mention anyone else you would like dealt with in your reviews
Cheers to Annabel (AnnabelTheScribe. Go read her work NOW. She is amazing.) for checking this over and things. Without her I actually wouldn't have uploaded it.
Disclaimer: Kudos goes to Victor Hugo for creating the characters we all love. I don't own any of them -snifflesob- I'd steal Gavroche, but then Javert would probably be on my tail for theft. Go figure.
It
was a dark and stormy night...
Well,
actually, it wasn't.
It
was around lunchtime on a rather boring-looking Thursday morning.
But
that just doesn't sound as impressive.
Anyway.
It
was a dark and s-
Oh,
FINE.
Be
like that.
I'll
start again.
It
was around lunchtime on a rather boring-looking Thursday morning, and
a teenage girl sat on a computer chair, glaring at the
scruffy-looking young boy standing beside her.
"Do I 'ave
to?"
the urchin moaned.
"Yes."
she replied bluntly, turning to face back to her laptop.
"'Ow
come?"
"Because I said so." and with that, she continued to
type.
"But
I don' wannu..."
"Well, too bad."
"Oi. Don' I get a
choice in the ma'er?"
"No... why would you?"
"Well,
surely you can' make me do somethin' tha' I don' wanna do.
Isn' tha' against the law?" He looked over his shoulder at the
door and raised his voice
to call to someone outside the room. "Inspecto-"
"He comes
in later." the girl interrupted bluntly.
"Can't you get
someone else to do this?"
"No. I want you to."
"'Ow
come?"
She sighed, realising that she was getting nowhere. They were
going in a circle. So
she decided to take a different approach. "Because you're the
cutest character in the whole thing. My philosophy is that the book
wouldn't have had half as many problems if you had got to have
heart to hearts with the others. Everything would have been
solved."
The gamin
looked bored and sullen, and stayed silent.
The
girl frowned, searching for another point to play on, then turned
away from her computer screen towards the boy. "And then there's
your eyes..."
"Me eyes?"
"Yes... your eyes. Did you
know that no one, not even Javert, would be able to withstand the
power
of your puppydog eyes if you tried for long enough?"
The eyes in
question lit up as the boy came to terms with the power that he had
just been informed of.
The
girl smirked, seeing she was getting somewhere. "Yes..." she
said, her voice as soft as that of a gypsy about to lure victims into
a fortune-telling tent with inviting whispers of future greatness.
"You hold great power, Gavroche... power that you could
not imagine, even in your wildest dreams..."
"Doubt
it." the boy, Gavroche, said bluntly.
"Yes,
you do!" the girl insisted. "You could rule the world!"
"Tha'
ain't beyond me wildest dreams..." Gavroche said, examining his
dirty fingernails. "In fact, rulin' the world is one of the more
borin' dreams." he suddenly, however, became more excited "I
like the ones where me enemies're approachin', and then, even
though I'm li'l, I cut off their 'eads and-"
"Yes, yes
that's enough!" she hastily cut in. "I'm not entirely sure I
want to know."
The
urchin shrugged. "Suit yerself. So... wha's the deal wif this
power, eh?"
She had him right where she wanted him now. "Well... I
could teach you... but you've got to do this for me." Hah. She
would have her FanFiction, and he would have his powers that
he could use to take over the- Oh, help...
Gavroche
grumbled a little, before sighing. "Fine." he said reluctantly.
"I'll do it. Wha' do I do?"
"I'll be right there in
the room with you, just in case anything goes wrong, or you need
help. But you'll be doing most of it. Here, take this pad and
pencil,
and write down what they say. Then you can figure out how to help
them." With that, she turned and left the room, beckoning for him
to follow her.
"Emma?" he asked, trotting after
her.
"Yes?"
"Would now be a bad time to mention tha' I
don' know 'ow to read
'n' write?"
"... Yes. Yes, it would..."
"Ah.
Okay."
"Just... look official and pretend to write, even if
you don't know how to."
"I can do tha'."
"I figured
you could." She pushed open a door at the end of the hallway. It
was an official-looking door- wooden, with a frosted glass panel at
the top
and embossed gold letters on that panel reading "G. Thérnadier-
Counsellor"
It
led into an office with a couch, two floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and
two chairs, one in the corner of the room, and another behind a
large, walnut desk. The girl, who shall no longer be referred to as
'The girl', but by her name- Emma, gestured with her
head towards the desk, as she herself took the seat in the corner.
"That's where you sit." she said, nodding approval as Gavroche
made himself comfortable in the chair and looked expectantly towards
the door.
"'Oo's
first?" he asked, not looking back at her. "You 'ave any
idea?"
"Nope." she replied calmly and casually. "Let's
just wait and see."
A/N: And here ends the first chapter of my first Les Misérables FanFic. It feels rather strange, actually.