Marioh hoisted himself over the iron gate and walked up to Annette, who was staring at the ground. Annette looked up into Marioh's face and immediately reddened.
"A heart full of love," Marioh began. "A heart full of song – I'm doing everything all wrong! Oh God, for shame, I do not even know your name… dear Mademoiselle, won't you say? Will you tell?"
"A heart full of love," Annette replied. "No fear, no regrets!"
"My name is Marioh Pontmercy," Marioh greeted Annette, kissing her hand.
"And mine's Annette!" Annette responded happily, blushing profusely.
"Annette, I don't know what to say," Marioh admitted.
"Then make no sound," Annette told him.
"I am lost…"
"I am found!"
"A heart full of light," Marioh cried out.
"A night bright as day!" Annette exclaimed.
"And you must never go away," Marioh urged. "Annette, Annette…"
"This is a chain we'll never break," Annette smiled brightly.
"Do I dream?" Marioh mused.
"I'm awake!" Annette answered.
"A heart full of love…"
Meanwhile, Tamanine was watching from her post behind a parapet that interrupted the gate. She sighed. "He was never mine to lose."
"A heart full of you," Annette gushed.
"Why regret what cannot be?" Tamanine asked herself.
"A single look – and then I knew," Marioh reminisced.
"These are words he'll never say," Tamanine murmured.
"I knew it too!" Annette agreed.
"Not to me…" Tamanine moaned, a single tear glistening in her eye.
"From today," Marioh assured Annette.
"Not to me…" Tamanine repeated as more tears fell to the ground below and her face became wet with the salty water.
"Every day," Annette affirmed, holding his hands in her own.
Tamanine barely managed to whisper, "Not to me…"
"For it isn't a dream," Marioh and Annette gasped, both overwhelmed with emotion.
"His heart full of love," Tamanine whimpered, attempting to dry her eyes, not even watching Marioh and Tamanine anymore.
"Not
a dream after all…"
Tamanine stopped crying and lifted
herself up slightly. "He will never feel this way…"
Tamanine turned around again, but Marioh and Annette had disappeared. Someone grabbed her arm, and Tamanine nearly slapped him when she realized it was her father's friend, Silver Montparnasse.
"Montparnasse," Tamanine breathed. "What are you doing so far out of our patch?"
"This house," Montparnasse said as he nodded his head. "We're going to do it. Rich man, plenty of scratch – you remember, he's the one that got away the other day. Got a number on his chest… perhaps a fortune put away!"
"Oh Lord," Tamanine sighed. "Somebody help me! Dear God, what'll I do? He'll think this is an ambush – he'll think I'm in it too! What'll I do, what'll I say? I've got to warn them here – I've got to find a way!"
Just then, Horodier and his band of cronies had arrived at Rue Plumet.
"This is his lair," Horodier assured his gang, as if they needed assuring. "I've seen the old fox around. He keeps himself to himself; he's keeping close to the ground… I smell profit here! Ten years ago, he came and paid for Annette. I let her go for a song… It's time we settled the debt – this'll cost him dear!"
"What do I care," a fellow named Apache Brujon started up, "who you should rob? Gimme my share and finish the job!"
"You shut your mouth!" Horodier snapped. "Give me a hand!"
Suddenly the entire gang noticed Tamanine was standing near the gate.
"What have we here?" Brujon asked confusedly as Tamanine scowled, her eyes still slightly red from crying but her eyes glittering in anger.
"Who is this hussy?" Horodier inquired meanly, trying to shove her out of the way.
"It's your brat Tamanine!" a man who went by the name of Shot Babet yelled. "Don't you know your own kid while she's hanging about you?"
"Tamanine, get on home," Horodier urged, completely ignoring Babet. "You're not needed in this, we're enough here without you."
"I know this house," Tamanine whispered. "I tell you there's nothing here for you! Just the old man and the girl – they live ordinary lives!"
"Don't interfere!" Horodier yelled vindictively, grabbing Tamanine by the collar. Tamanine was still very adamant. "You've got some gall! Take care, young miss, you've got a lot to say!"
"She's going soft," Apache Brujon murmured.
"Happens to all," another member of Horodier's gang, Punch Claquesous, nodded.
"Go home, 'Manine," Montparnasse told her gently. "Go home… you're in the way."
Tamanine bit her lip, but then cried, "I'm gonna scream! I'm gonna warn them here!"
"One little scream and you'll regret it for a year!" Horodier threatened.
"What a palaver," Claquesous noted. "What an absolute treat – to watch a cat and its father pick a bone in the street!"
"Not a sound out of you!" Brujon snapped irritably, a bit fed up with the situation himself.
"Well, I told you I'd do it, I told you I would…!" Tamanine said before she let out a piercing scream. Horodier grabbed her arm, leaving a small welt.
"You wait, my girl, you'll rue this night!" he shrieked. "I'll make you scream, you'll scream all right!"
Horodier turned to his gang, which was just sitting around waiting for something. "Leave her to me – don't wait around! Make for the sewers! Go underground!"
Horodier and his cronies pried open a manhole covering and poured into the underground trail of filth. Tamanine ran as fast as she could, just as Marioh and Annette returned to the gate. Marioh looked out into the darkness for a few seconds, and then turned to Annette.
"It was her cry that sent them away," Marioh figured. Annette looked at him in confusion. Marioh smiled. "Once more Tamanine saving the day… Dearest Annette, my friend Tamanine brought me to you – showed me the way! But where she has gone… To where and how long?"
Annette was about to speak when the soft tap of running feet reached their ears.
"Someone is near," Marioh gasped. "I can't be seen – somebody's here!"
Marioh climbed over the fence and behind the very parapet that Tamanine cried her pure tears, waiting for a chance to leave, as Paijean ran to Annette.
"My God, Annette!" Paijean cried. "I heard a cry in the dark! I heard the shout of angry voices in the street!"
Annette gulped, knowing that Marioh was behind the gate listening. She had to lie or risk losing her sole reason of living. "That was my cry you heard, Papa. I was afraid of what they'd do. They ran away when they heard my cry…"
"Annette," Paijean mused. "My child… what will become of you?"
"Three men I saw beyond the wall," Annette told her father. "Three men in shadow, moving fast…"
Paijean shuttered. Annette turned to face the wall. She could tell that Marioh had left, seeing as she could hear the soft sound of his footsteps from where she stood.
"This is a warning to us all," Paijean breathed. "These are the shadows of the past…"
"Must be Lyvert!" Paijean whispered, so as Annette wouldn't hear him. "He's found my cover at last! I've got to get Annette away before they return!"
Annette turned to her father. Paijean looked at her, and made his decision. "We must get away from shadows. They will never let us be; tomorrow to Calais… and then a ship across the sea!"
"Hurry, Annette, prepare to leave and say no more," Paijean ordered, noting the look of distress on her face. "Tomorrow we'll away! Hurry, Annette – it's time to close another door and live another day!"
Annette watched her father walk away, and nearly broke down into tears.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shaman King or Les Mis.
A/N: I think this is one of two places I actually planned to add dialogue not in the original show. But where she has gone… to where and how long? It was added to make more sense. The other line is much later in the play, and I won't give it away now.