~*~ When Fans Go Bad!: The Les Mis Version ~*~
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Andikins and Morikins~*~
A/N: Yay, more confusing stuff! *applauds* Anyway, I just loooove calling Mori incompetent...*evil laugh* And for some reason, online, EVERYONE seems to think that I'm male! *goes insane* I AM NOT A MAN!!! Hence, my not-so-calm reaction when Gavroche does so. And, as you already probably know, I'm not a big slash-person (which is not to say I dislike it, I just don't write it)...and I was trying to contemplate who to pair Gavroche with, that would cause the most torture...I sincerely hope there aren't any Gavroche/Javert fics out there, really. *shudder* That's just not right. And, at the time of this fic's writing, neither Mori nor I had finished the book. Now, however, both of us have. *happy grin, evil laughter* Anyway...enjoy, as usual, and r/r please! ^.^
~ Andi, as usual ~
VI. Chapter Four, or: Of Cookies and Death
Soon, carrying a tray of cookies, Mori returned, glomped Enjolras, caught the cookies, and calmly took a seat to his other side. Cookies, anyone?
Joly eyed the cookies suspiciously. "Those are sterile, aren't they?"
...Of course, Mori answered, taking a cookie and chewing it. Perfectly healthy, you see? She offered him one. Still skeptical, Joly graciously turned it down.
"Err...what's a cookie?" inquired Enjolras.
You mean you've never had one?! Andi cried in disbelief. Poor, poor, deprived Enjie...
"Um...no?" He frowned.
Mori shook her head sadly. Try one, then.
~
"You're going off topic!" Enjolras said irately, flushing. "Do we really need to know about cookies?"
...I suppose not.
~
"Okay, why are we here?"
Andi and Mori sat in silence for a moment, trying to remember why exactly they were there. Finally, Mori spoke up tentatively. Hmm...we felt like it?
Yeah, isn't it much better than being dead? Andi said brightly, attempting to hug Enjolras, who flinched away in distaste.
"WHAT?! So you brought us here, to another...I don't know, this place probably doesn't even exist!" The revolutionary's face was clouded with rage. "Just because- wait. What did you say about being dead?"
Er...um...
Rolling her eyes at Mori's incompetence (Hey!), Andi took over. You were going to die at the barricade, and we saved you! she said, addressing Enjolras.
"And what about *us*?" Joly inquired. "What was the point of bringing *us* here?"
Haven't you figured it out? Everyone dies. All of you. Mori nodded gravely.
~
"Yeah, great way of making us feel good," Grantaire grumbled, popping up between Combeferre and Mori.
Shut up, it's only the truth.
"Awfully blatant, aren't you?"
Mori ignored this comment and went on.
~
"What?!" Enjolras looked deeply disturbed. "HOW do you know what's going to happen to us?!" He stood up and began pacing. "And there's absolutely no way my revolution could fail! What do you mean, 'all of us'?!"
Calm down, calm down. We read the book, Andi said, pushing Enjolras back onto the sofa.
Well, watched the musical, Mori added.
And are in the process of reading the book, Andi finished.
"...Book? Musical?" The four looked confused.
There was an awkward pause, then Jehan quietly interjected, "But isn't it more important to find the others? They were with us, until..." He fell silent, pondering when exactly they had lost the other Amis.
"He's right," said Grantaire, "We're here, so we're here. Why and how doesn't really matter." Joly nodded.
Enjolras reluctantly agreed. "But you two owe us an explanation later."
Fine, sighed Andi.
~
Gavvie, PLEASE let me go! Andi begged. Please, please, pleeeeease!
"What'll ya give me?" taunted Gavroche.
Anything! Andi replied, desperately.
Music began to play, and Gavroche struck a pose. "Got you all excited now...but God knows what you see in her! Aren't you all delighted now...no! I don't want your money, sir - " He suddenly paused. "Wait!!! What'm I saying??? OF COURSE I WANT YOUR MONEY!!!"
Andi, meanwhile, had turned a nasty shade of purple. Did ... you ... just ... call ... me ... SIR??!?!?!
Gavroche blinked innocently. "It's the song, guv'n'r!"
THAT'S IT!!!!!! Andi had lost all patience with the short, annoying - all right, CUTE Gavroche. If you don't let me go now...I'll... She paused, thinking. An evil grin spread across her face, and Gavroche gulped. I'll slash you with Javert!!!
Silence reigned. Gavroche looked decidedly sick. "You wouldn't dare!!!"
Would I now? Andi pulled parchment and a pen from out of nowhere. One more chance, twerp!
Gavroche was still trying to ponder the meaning of "slash" and ignored Andi.
Andi proceeded to start writing. Gavroche wandered over to see what was on the paper...he promptly turned white, started choking, and fell over, unconscious.
Andi laughed evilly. At last!!! Freedom is mine, the earth is still - She kicked at the glass door, breaking it, and ran out.
Alarms sounded from out of nowhere, and red lights started flashing. Andi bit her lip. Shit. She started to run.
(Or: A Game for Bored Young Girls to Play)
~*~ By Andikins and Morikins~*~
A/N: Yay, more confusing stuff! *applauds* Anyway, I just loooove calling Mori incompetent...*evil laugh* And for some reason, online, EVERYONE seems to think that I'm male! *goes insane* I AM NOT A MAN!!! Hence, my not-so-calm reaction when Gavroche does so. And, as you already probably know, I'm not a big slash-person (which is not to say I dislike it, I just don't write it)...and I was trying to contemplate who to pair Gavroche with, that would cause the most torture...I sincerely hope there aren't any Gavroche/Javert fics out there, really. *shudder* That's just not right. And, at the time of this fic's writing, neither Mori nor I had finished the book. Now, however, both of us have. *happy grin, evil laughter* Anyway...enjoy, as usual, and r/r please! ^.^
~ Andi, as usual ~
VI. Chapter Four, or: Of Cookies and Death
Soon, carrying a tray of cookies, Mori returned, glomped Enjolras, caught the cookies, and calmly took a seat to his other side. Cookies, anyone?
Joly eyed the cookies suspiciously. "Those are sterile, aren't they?"
...Of course, Mori answered, taking a cookie and chewing it. Perfectly healthy, you see? She offered him one. Still skeptical, Joly graciously turned it down.
"Err...what's a cookie?" inquired Enjolras.
You mean you've never had one?! Andi cried in disbelief. Poor, poor, deprived Enjie...
"Um...no?" He frowned.
Mori shook her head sadly. Try one, then.
~
"You're going off topic!" Enjolras said irately, flushing. "Do we really need to know about cookies?"
...I suppose not.
~
"Okay, why are we here?"
Andi and Mori sat in silence for a moment, trying to remember why exactly they were there. Finally, Mori spoke up tentatively. Hmm...we felt like it?
Yeah, isn't it much better than being dead? Andi said brightly, attempting to hug Enjolras, who flinched away in distaste.
"WHAT?! So you brought us here, to another...I don't know, this place probably doesn't even exist!" The revolutionary's face was clouded with rage. "Just because- wait. What did you say about being dead?"
Er...um...
Rolling her eyes at Mori's incompetence (Hey!), Andi took over. You were going to die at the barricade, and we saved you! she said, addressing Enjolras.
"And what about *us*?" Joly inquired. "What was the point of bringing *us* here?"
Haven't you figured it out? Everyone dies. All of you. Mori nodded gravely.
~
"Yeah, great way of making us feel good," Grantaire grumbled, popping up between Combeferre and Mori.
Shut up, it's only the truth.
"Awfully blatant, aren't you?"
Mori ignored this comment and went on.
~
"What?!" Enjolras looked deeply disturbed. "HOW do you know what's going to happen to us?!" He stood up and began pacing. "And there's absolutely no way my revolution could fail! What do you mean, 'all of us'?!"
Calm down, calm down. We read the book, Andi said, pushing Enjolras back onto the sofa.
Well, watched the musical, Mori added.
And are in the process of reading the book, Andi finished.
"...Book? Musical?" The four looked confused.
There was an awkward pause, then Jehan quietly interjected, "But isn't it more important to find the others? They were with us, until..." He fell silent, pondering when exactly they had lost the other Amis.
"He's right," said Grantaire, "We're here, so we're here. Why and how doesn't really matter." Joly nodded.
Enjolras reluctantly agreed. "But you two owe us an explanation later."
Fine, sighed Andi.
~
Gavvie, PLEASE let me go! Andi begged. Please, please, pleeeeease!
"What'll ya give me?" taunted Gavroche.
Anything! Andi replied, desperately.
Music began to play, and Gavroche struck a pose. "Got you all excited now...but God knows what you see in her! Aren't you all delighted now...no! I don't want your money, sir - " He suddenly paused. "Wait!!! What'm I saying??? OF COURSE I WANT YOUR MONEY!!!"
Andi, meanwhile, had turned a nasty shade of purple. Did ... you ... just ... call ... me ... SIR??!?!?!
Gavroche blinked innocently. "It's the song, guv'n'r!"
THAT'S IT!!!!!! Andi had lost all patience with the short, annoying - all right, CUTE Gavroche. If you don't let me go now...I'll... She paused, thinking. An evil grin spread across her face, and Gavroche gulped. I'll slash you with Javert!!!
Silence reigned. Gavroche looked decidedly sick. "You wouldn't dare!!!"
Would I now? Andi pulled parchment and a pen from out of nowhere. One more chance, twerp!
Gavroche was still trying to ponder the meaning of "slash" and ignored Andi.
Andi proceeded to start writing. Gavroche wandered over to see what was on the paper...he promptly turned white, started choking, and fell over, unconscious.
Andi laughed evilly. At last!!! Freedom is mine, the earth is still - She kicked at the glass door, breaking it, and ran out.
Alarms sounded from out of nowhere, and red lights started flashing. Andi bit her lip. Shit. She started to run.