Enjolren held a rifle in his hands, looking at the empty space that would soon become the barricade. His face was stone cold, as normal.
"Here upon these stones," Enjolren told the revolutionaries, "we will build our barricade; in the heart of the city we claim as our own! Each man to his duty, and don't be afraid!"
The revolutionaries almost began to build when Enjolren cried, "Wait! I will need a report on the strength of the foe."
From out of nowhere came an older revolutionary that Enjolren didn't realize was none other than Inspector Lyvert. He held a rifle in the crook of his arm and a few papers in his right hand.
"I can find out the truth," Lyvert offered. Enjolren listened carefully to him. "I know their ways – fought their wars – served my time in the days of my youth."
"Now the people will fight!" Hitosa Prouvaire yelled, still working on the half-formed barricade. Metal from the bridge over Saint Michele hailed down upon the troops, with anything and everything forming a giant mass of a metal blockade.
"And so they might," Ashitaire nodded. He wasn't so drunk right now. "Dogs will bark… fleas will bite!"
"They will do what is right!" Chatgles assured the students as he threw some more sheet metal onto the barricade.
Marioh was working silently yet diligently when he saw a little boy. He looked behind him. Maroche was helping Macchileine with some pieces of heavy wood.
Marioh walked up to the other little boy. "Hey, little boy, what's this I see?"
The little boy looked up at Marioh with large eyes and pink hair hanging in his face. Marioh gasped.
"God, Tamanine, the things you do," Marioh sighed.
"I know this is no place for me," Tamanine replied airily. "Still, I would rather be with you!"
"Get out before the trouble starts," Marioh urged her. "Get out, 'Manine – you might get shot!"
"I've got you worried now, I have!" Tamanine smirked. "That shows you like me quite a lot!"
Marioh thought for a second, then fished through his pocket. "There is a way that you can help… you are the answer to a prayer! Please take this letter to Annette – and pray to God that she's still there!"
"Little you know! Little you care!" Tamanine whispered angrily as she walked to the Rue Plumet.
In little time, she reached the giant gate that lead to Annette's house. Tamanine was prepared to just stick the letter into the small mailbox when Jean Paijean walked over to Tamanine, who was still disguised as a boy.
"I have a letter, M'sieur," Tamanine explained to Paijean, who was a bit curious as to why there was a 'boy' going into his mailbox. "It's addressed to your daughter, Annette. It's from a boy at the barricade, sir, in the Rue de Villette."
"Give that letter here, my boy," Paijean ordered. Tamanine took a very tiny step backward.
"He said to give it to Annette…" Tamanine responded, still holding the letter delicately in her hand.
"You have my word that my daughter will know what this letter contains." Paijean pushed a coin into Tamanine's hand, and Tamanine handed the letter to him.
"Tell the young man she will read it tomorrow," Paijean instructed. "That's for your pains. Go careful now, stay out of sight… there's danger in the streets tonight."
Tamanine nodded, and left the Rue Plumet. As soon as Tamanine had left, Paijean silently opened the letter and began to read it.
"Dearest Annette, you have entered my soul, and soon you will be gone. Can it be only a day since we met and the world was reborn? If I should fall in the battle to come, let this be my goodbye… Now that I know you love me as well, it is harder to die… I pray that God will bring me home to be with you. Pray for your Marioh – he prays for you!"
Paijean folded the letter back up and stuck it into his coat. He walked back inside the house.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shaman King or Les Mis.
A/N: The fan base for this story continues to grow (and the review number is amazing, seeing as my second-most reviewed story only has 13), and I have to say that you guys rock!
A/N 2: Kiyuu-chan… drop the knife… please…!
A/N 3: Meet my new friend… James!
James: Hello! I'm happy to be in this Shaman King crossover fic!
Satine: He's from Pokemon. He's in Team Rocket. And he's hot, sort of.
My Friend Grape: NO! SATINE! HE'S NOT HOT!
(whacks Satine to try and convince her otherwise)
Satine: But I remain faithful to my husband Ren. The end.
Ren: Oh, good, I'm still you're favorite.
Mandark: The end? THE END OF WHAT? There was no story!