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"Yes, the prisoners on this list are ready for execution." Javert confirmed, and handed over the list to one of the officers who stood before him.
"Thank you inspector Javert, for staying late. I appreciate it." The officer replied, then clapped a hand on his shoulder before leaving the inspector's office.
Javert sighed as the door clicked shut, and grabbed his jacket off of the desk that stood to his side. As he made his way outside, he tugged it on and glanced around the road, this was where the beggars usually stood, waiting for his employees to leave, before they would try and steal anything off of them they could take.
It was a good thing he didn't carry anything worth of value with him.
The sun was beginning to set, and when he passed the part of town where he was most likely to be asked of money, he sighed in relief. He hated not giving the families anything, when there were children at least. The parents were capable, and should work to earn money. And not force their children to suffer. Just as he had suffered because of his own parents decisions.
The street he walked on was quiet, until he made it to the top of the hill and heard shouts coming. The only thing he could assume was a fight was happening, or was about to.
He quickened his step, and jogged towards the shouts. Hopefully he would get there in time, and be able to send everyone back to their houses, unharmed.
As he drew closer, the voice became more clear, and Javert realized it was a boy's voice. Not a man, but a boy. And when the boy came into focus, he saw that he was standing on a old wooden crate, trying to get the attention of passerby's.
"Stop the tyranny! Dare to take a stand for a new, free world!"
The boy's cheeks were flushed red from yelling, and his blue eyes sparkled at any sort of positive response he gained from men or women who walked by. He had blonde curls, that fell in front of his eyes, which he would sweep away with his fingers then continue yelling.
A large group of people walked past the boy, and payed him no mind, which caused a bit of frustration to flash through his eyes.
"The king is stealing from the poor! Help me, stand with them, and think of the lives we could save!"
Javert watched, as the boy jumped down from the wooden crate and ran behind the group, then tugged on one of the men's jackets. "Sir, would you like to help with the cause?"
The boy smiled up at the man, but the smile quickly vanished when the man shoved the boy down to the ground with more force than necessary, "Get off me, filthy little creature!"
A gasp escaped Javert's lips as he ran to the boy who stayed on the ground for a moment, dazed.
He reached down and lifted the young child off the ground, "Boy, you must be more careful."
The blonde boy swallowed and wiped a bit of blood away from his nose, even though it continued to bleed after.
"Do you think he'll come back? And join the cause?"
Javert's mouth stayed open, but he didn't say anything for a long while. "The cause?"
Enjolras nodded, "France doesn't need a king. It needs a revolution!"
As he exclaimed this, Javert noticed he swayed a bit on his feet. "Boy, I think you need to go back home to your parents. You may have hurt your head."
The blue eyed boy, shook his head, hair flying wildly as he did so.
"I can't."
Javert steadied the boy as he swayed again, and tried to hold eye contact.
"My parents kicked me out." His voice became slurred, and he seemed to be having trouble focusing.
"How old are you?" Javert asked, surprised that a family would have kicked out one so young.
"Twelve." The boy answered.
"Mhm, and What's your name?" At this point, Javert was simply trying to keep him talking so that he knew the boy was alright.
"Enjolras." The boy answered, and laid his head down against Javert's shoulder. His eyes opening and closing slowly.
"Enjolras would you like to come to my house, and stay with me for the night?"
The boy nodded, and wrapped his arms around Javert's neck.
Rising to his feet, Javert carried the boy towards his house, and sighed. This boy should not be out on his own. Much less trying to raise awareness for a cause when he didn't have a place to sleep.
When Javert arrived at the house, he unlocked the door and walked into the empty home. Enjolras' head still rested against his shoulder and he breathed evenly as he slept.
He walked into his bedroom and gently laid Enjolras down, he ran a hand through the young boy's curls then smiled slightly to himself.
He made his way to the living room and laid down on the couch after saying his nightly prayer.
He lay there for a while, letting his mind roam. But he eventually fell asleep, though it wasn't in much comfort.
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When He woke in the morning, he stood to get ready for work and nearly stepped on a small body he had not noticed that lay curled up next to the couch, on the floor.
It took a moment for him to remember the night before's events, but when he did he smiled tiredly. The boy must have woken up in the night and made his way there.
He knelt down and laid the boy on the couch then entered his bedroom and dressed for the day.
When he walked back out to the hall, about to leave for work, he saw Enjolras standing in front of him, eyes bright with excitement. "Where are we going?"
Javert raised his eyebrows, "We?"
Enjolras nodded, "We. Me, and you. We're friends. So we stick together."
Javert felt the corners of his mouth pull up in a smile, and he nodded. "Alright, um. We're going to my work.. I guess."
Enjolras nodded and reached his hand out for Javert's. "Maybe I can find some people to help with the cause while we're there."
Javert froze in his tracks and looked down at Enjolras. "Enjolras, I don't think that's such a good idea.."
Enjolras looked as if he was going to ask for an explanation, but surprised Javert by saying,
"Alright. Yes sir."
The mature response caught the inspector off guard, especially from such a young boy. But he took it as having good manners, and didn't say anything about it.
When they returned from Javert's work, Enjolras was deathly silent, and Javert's face was red with anger. "What did I tell you, before we left?"
Enjolras' cheeks were red with contained emotion, and he smiled and said, "To not try and get your friends to join the cause." He repeated Javert's words almost exactly.
"So, what part of making a speech to the prisoners, and then releasing some of them from their cells, sounded like a good idea to you?"
As Javert's voice rose in anger, Enjolras couldn't help but laugh and shrug. "They were in there, unjustly."
"YOU DON"T KNOW THAT!" Javert snapped, and the blonde boy recoiled. "M' sorry.." He mumbled, looking anywhere but Javert's eyes.
"Enjolras, I'm going to go make dinner, you go wash up."
The boy nodded, at the floor then made his way quickly to the bathroom.
Javert sighed as he began to make dinner for the two of them, he was going to hear about this from his boss. And they would want to know why the child was in his care in the first place. Yes, this was going to cause trouble. He knew that much, but he really had no idea just how much trouble, and hurt the boy would cause him eventually. Even if it was unintentional.
When he finished preparing dinner, he walked into the bedroom, looking for Enjolras and furrowed his brow when he couldn't find him. He went to the bathroom, but he wasn't their either.
He walked to the living room and sighed when he saw Enjolras curled up on the floor next to the couch, golden curls covering his innocent, and yet marble looking face.
What was he going to do with this boy?
A/N Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed it! The next chapter will have a bit of an age change, and that will continue for a few chapters. Please let me know if you all have something you want in this story, because I always love requests and almost always happily oblige! Please Follow review and favorite! God Bless!