Drink With Me

Les Shaman Miserables

Marioh stood uneasily by the bloodstained table, not even bothering to cleanse the wounds on his hands. Enjolren looked up from a bucket of water he had been soaking every square inch of his body with and gritted his teeth.

"Marioh," Enjolren instructed coldly. "You better rest."

Marioh almost snapped back that Enjolren had previously said not to sleep. He just ignored his friend, which was something very painful for him. Enjolren couldn't possibly know his pain, now that Tamanine, his best friend, and Annette, his true love, were gone.

Norilly poured herself some of the beer that Ashitaire had so brilliantly brought along with him and sat down at another table. "Drink with me to days gone by… sing with me the songs we knew…"

Chatgles took some of the beer and sat beside Norilly. "Here's to pretty girls that went to our heads!"

"Here's to witty girls that went to your bed," Norilly snapped sarcastically. Chatgles winced.

"Here's to them," the rebels giggled, "and here's to you…"

Pretty soon, all of the rebel soldiers had grabbed themselves a drink and had sat down around a couple of tables and even against the barricade, where Paijean, Marioh, Enjolren, and Meenefeyrac joined in.

"Drink with me," Ashitaire sang, "to days gone by! Can it be… you fear to die? Will the world remember you when you fall? Could it be your death means… nothing at all? Is your life just one more lie?"

Enjolren frowned. He knew that Ashitaire was drunk, but the words still had a certain punch to them.

"Drink with me," the rebels chanted, drinking from mugs and bottles, "to days gone by! To the life that used to be…!"

"At the shrine of friendship, never say die!" all of the girls offered.

"Let the wine of friendship never run dry!" the men responded.

"Here's to us…" everyone chanted, "and here's to you!"

The night became silent again as everyone drank themselves to sleep. Marioh looked at Norilly, perched near Chatgles. Ashitaire was on the floor, drooling. Meenefeyrac, Kantferre, Opaly, and others just nodded off. Paijean pretended to sleep, and there was no way that Enjolren would fall asleep on them. Hitosa, as long as Enjolren was stirring, would be wide-awake with him.

"Do I care if I should die," Marioh pondered in a whisper, "now she goes across the sea? Life without Annette means nothing at all… would you weep, Annette, should Marioh fall? Will you weep, Annette, for me…?"

Marioh settled down to sleep. Enjolren noticed that nearly everyone had dozed off, and took a chair at the table before him. Now that Marioh was sleeping, he wasn't worried about too much.

The chair beside him scooted on the cobblestones below, making a small noise. Enjolren turned to see Hitosa sitting beside him, a beer in her hand and two mugs beside her.

"You didn't look all that great today," Hitosa said. "Maybe you should drink a beer or two."
"I'll be fine, just let me be," Enjolren responded. "I'm doing things you aren't to see…"

Hitosa didn't leave, instead pouring the drinks.

"Are you mad?" Enjolren hissed in a low voice.

"Just in love," Hitosa replied in the same cold tone. She pushed a drink in front of Enjolren. He blinked.

"In love…?" Enjolren repeated.

Hitosa smirked and looked to the side. "Drink with me to time gone by… sing with me the songs I knew…"

Enjolren bit his lip. "What do you want me to do?"

"You say you want a rule that's fair and new," Hitosa protested after drinking from her mug, "yet you won't just drink with me? You're so brave, and yet so naïve… what to do with you, Enjolren, my friend? What about this – the rebirth out of the end?"

"The rebellion, you mean?" Enjolren asked. Hitosa nodded. Enjolren paused. "We'll have a new rule, of course…"

"Just drink with me," Hitosa urged. "You're so serious… sing with me and blow your cares away…"

Enjolren drank, thinking about the end of the battle. "Here's to the man who hasn't a clue…!"

"Here's to the girl who's in love with you…!" Hitosa responded, much in the way Norilly had responded to Chatgles.

Enjolren looked at Hitosa. She was very red. The two chinked their glasses together and drank deeply.

The mugs were placed on the table at near the same time, and a short silence came between the two revolutionaries.

"Here's to us, and here's to you…" Hitosa smiled. Enjolren smiled back, and, in a seemingly unprovoked blast of passion, kissed Hitosa. They pulled away, staring at each other blankly, before kissing again.

And in a similar fashion, the night went on, with Enjolren and Hitosa sleeping beside each other, and Marioh curled up by the barricade.

Paijean, however, opened an eye and looked at Marioh with a tear in his eye. He reminisced on his letter to Annette, and looked up into the night sky.

A/N: I love this song so much that I decided to add another part to it, a part that I have to glorify (being the rabid fangirl that I am): Hitosa and Ren's relationship. If you've read Amusing, my other fanfic with Hitosa, you know that the two of them are in love. But since hardly any of you have, I've decided to add random Satine-ness in here.

A/N 2: Well, Shaman King, Pokemon 4Ever, and Sailor Moon are real tearjerkers. Any others?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shaman King or Les Mis.