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Chapter 9 - One Day More

By the way just so you can get a picture of what Elle looks like, I'm thinking along the lines of Emma Stone with gray eyes, sound good? Basically, this is a freaking comic relief chapter to give you a break from all of the angst that is and was and will be.

(Distance by Christina Perri for this section)

Enjolras was busier than he had ever been, taking in the shipments of ammunition and weaponry and making sure that the Amis was gaining soldiers day by day.

One day more, he thought to himself wryly, running one hand through his impossibly tangled golden curls and glancing towards the double doors of the café. Ever since last night the man had been unable to stray his thoughts away from Elle...he knew he never should have let her run off at night. The thought of that man, no he had not earned the right to be called as such, the beast made his blood boil with rage. And not only that, he had let her walk off with Courfeyrac, not even giving her a simple reassurance. For all he knew they had already slept together, and for reasons that Enjolras didn't know at that moment, the thought made him furious and heartbroken all at once. Why had he not approached her? It should have been him that had taken the redhead home, not Courfeyrac.

Maybe his gut had been telling him to keep his distance...that coming any closer to the girl would prove to be dangerous in the end, that she would hurt him in ways that he didn't even know yet. It was like they were two magnets of the same poles, pushing against each other with every ounce of power that they had. Why was it that this always happened, like the universe had a personal grudge against the two of them and refused to let anything happen.

Realizing this now, Enjolras shook his head, hazel eyes half lidded due to lack of sleep. Why did he even care? He knew he shouldn't. Being the revolution leader, he couldn't afford to be distracted by anything, anyone. Inner thoughts interrupted by the sound of the double doors opening, Enjolras turned his head towards the entrance of the café and allowed a small smirk to grace his features, just for a moment.

Speak of the devil, and she shall come. The girl, Courfeyrac trailing behind her, walked into the café Musain, her gray eyes trained backwards on him as if there were nothing else in the room. I am too late, anyway. Elle stuck by his side entering the lobby, perhaps an inch away from the man, it seemed for protection. A pang of guilt hit Enjolras right in the stomach again, making his brows crease as he stared at the two. He ought to go apologize. He had to, it was Elle after all. Raising to his tall six foot three frame, the leader of the revolution set his shoulders back and headed over to the redheaded, his hazel eyes set on the prize.

Enjolras appeared determined, his brow set and his eyes shining with some sort of light that Elle couldn't understand as he approached. Courfeyrac shifted uneasily beside her, his brown eyes flicking from right to left, for some reason unable to focus on his leader. Standing before them in his crimson red coat, the golden haired man hesitated, then cautiously stepped towards Elle and put his arms around her slim frame, drawing the redhead into his careful embrace.

Shocked into silence, the girl could only involuntarily inhale the scent of his jacket; like cinnamon and musk, she realized with pleasant surprise. Pulling back slowly, Enjolras's hazel eyes were a mix of confused emotions, as if he really didn't know what to do with himself.

"I'm sorry." He said simply, not elaborating further on the matter, but he didn't have to. Elle sure as hell knew what he meant. She said nothing, but merely nodded once, feeling the solemnity of the moment and not wanting to break the soft silence that flooded the café. Courfeyrac kept his head firmly facing towards his feet, like he didn't want to witness what was going on right in front of him.

"One day more until the revolution." Enjolras said suddenly, though he really didn't need to. They all knew that tomorrow was the day. It had been on everybody's minds today, and you could almost smell the fear as it charged the building. Suddenly realizing how ridiculous it was that they were all melancholy, Elle lifted her face and grinned, putting one hand on Courfeyrac's shoulder and the other on Enjolras.

"I would like to go visit somebody, and you two are going to come with me whether you like it or not, okay?" Courf immediately knew who the girl was talking about. However, Enjolras was entirely confused.

"And who would that be, Elle?" He asked, an endearing smile on his face as he tilted his golden head to the side.

"Gavroche, of course." Elle answered simply, grabbing the sleeves of his vermillion coat with her fingertips and beginning to physically drag him out of the lobby. Courfeyrac followed closely behind, an easy grin present as he trailed after the eccentric young woman. Days had certainly gotten more interesting since the time that she had joined the Amis, and the man was positive they would grow even more surprising in the days to come.

The elephant was crowded. To say the least, it wasn't made for housing four people at one time, and there was a tangle of limbs on the floor of the statue as everybody tried to find a position to sit at the same time. Feeling rather exasperated, the young boy perched upon the wooden plank on the wall, shaking his shaggy blonde head at the obvious disarray in the meeting place.

"And what was exactly so important that you all had to come at once, eh?" Gavroche asked, swinging his legs back and forth in the air slowly, blue eyes trained on the three seated beneath him.

"She dragged me along," Enjolras immediately shot back, sending a playful glance to Elle, who simply rolled her eyes.

"We wanted to visit you, obviously." She said whilst Courfeyrac smiled back at her, one hand resting by the girl's back. The position looked casual and unintended, but it wasn't. Courfeyrac had assumed his role as her protector, and he took it very seriously. Gavroche laughed at this, hopping down from his seat and joining his revolution mates on the floor, crossing his legs and leaning forward, blue eyes sparkling. "You came to visit little old me? I'm flattered! Elle, you even brought Courf!" Of course she had brought him, though. Gav knew that. He knew how good of friends the two had become, and they visited him nearly every day after the meetings at the café Musain. Enjolras glanced at the pair, feeling a pang of unexpected jealousy. The younger boy noticed this but decided not to say anything, knowing that it was none of his business. "I'm real glad you're all right Elle," He said sincerely, putting one small hand on the redhead's knee, his brows furrowed at the memories of the night before. Elle was about to speak up, but the boy interrupted her with, "When I saw that man take you away...I was so scared. I ran to the only place that I knew could help: the boys."

The older girl's jaw dropped, her gray eyes wide. She hadn't known that Gavroche was the one that had seen her, watched as she was dragged away on the streets. She hadn't known that he was practically the one that had saved her. The two men seated on other side of Elle glanced at each other, expressions ranging from guilty to angry. Nobody wanted to think about last night.

"Thank you so much Gavroche," Elle said, her voice shaking slightly as she bent her fiery head down to meet the boy's cerulean eyes. "If you had not seen me taken away...I might not be alive right now. If there is anything that I can ever do to repay you...I would do it in a heartbeat. You saved my life." Gavroche looked up at Elle, feeling rather sheepish but accepting her thanks anyway.

"You're welcome Elle. I would've done it for anybody, but especially for you." Silence fell in the elephant, dust particles floating through the air, lighting up in the rays of sunshine that flickered inside from the holes in the statue. So much had happened in just a few days, so many people changed and so many feelings bloomed. Who would have thought that this would have all happened, that new friendships such as this would have been created? Feeling the dreadful mournfulness settle back thickly into the atmosphere, Elle lifted her head and shot a wide grin at the three comrades seated around her.

"Hey, no gloomy faces. Tomorrow we are going to be the most powerful people in Paris, don't forget that." Gavroche beamed at the comment, his features appearing angelic even though they were covered in dirt from the streets.

"Yeah we are!" He called out, belief in the cause evident through even the three words that he had spoken. This boy, just a child, believed in the cause almost even more than the leader itself. He was the one that spurred everyone along, the one that would fill them with courage when needed. No doubt the Amis would need him tomorrow.

"Enjolras, you've had to be preaching this cause for a long time. Don't lose your faith now," Elle said, leaning back against the white stone wall, fingering the patch of the Amis that was pinned on her worn dress.

"I will not lose my faith, trust me. Have faith in me and I will have faith in you." The leader of the revolution said, his voice sounding tired but ready, as if he just wanted the battle to come already, to get it over with. The three group members looked up at Enjolras, his exhausted face but the small smile that he wore, and they vowed to themselves that they would always trust him. Enjolras knew what he was doing. He had lived his whole life for this, just for tomorrow. He had lived with fire in his veins for far too long, burning with this passion in side of him that begged for release. Just as Elle, he knew what he was supposed to do with his life and he was confident in it. Not only was he confident in himself, his followers were also confident in him. Elle suddenly stood, her hands on her slender hips as she grinned down at the friends gathered beneath her. "Well, I do say it's about time to go." The three others got up at the words, Courfeyrac immediately taking his place at the girl's side and Enjolras standing a few feet back, his arms crossed. "You going to come, Gavroche?" Elle asked, turning to face the younger boy. He nodded excitedly, and Courfeyrac put his larger hands around his waist, hoisting the child onto his broad shoulders as the four revolutionaries exited the meeting place.

The streets of Paris were quiet, a few people drifting lazily to and fro as the day drew on. To any other person, today was normal and mundane, but to the Amis, this was the last day that they had together where they knew that they were safe. Who knew what tomorrow would bring? How knew if they would live or die, if the confessions would finally spill from the lips that had been longing to speak them?

Elle knew what she was going to do, of course. She had known this since she was a child, and she knew it now. She was going to fight her hardest for her country, for Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac deserved to be fought for.

He also deserves to be told, the nasty inner voice said quietly, and Elle knew that he did. If the time came where she was to tell him, she would. She swore that she would tell him before she died. Even if he did not feel the same, it would be worth it. It would always be worth it of course. It was Courfeyrac, after all.

Courfeyrac on the other hand knew that he shouldn't tell her. It would make dying all the harder, having to know that he had left so many things unresolved. He couldn't tell her, because if he did, they would never be able to go into that fight.

So many problems and so many unspoken secrets. These secrets were dangerously important, filling the minds of the people that hid them. They would torture their hosts until the precious words finally spilled out, the longer held in the more chaos that would ensue. If only they would have said them. If only they would.

Sorry this chapter took so long...high school's a bitch. Anyway, I'm wondering if I should give longer chapters but have them take longer? Or should I keep having shorter chapters that come faster? Who knows. If you have any idea, message or review. Love you all.