Darci-Thanks. You know, I read it back over and actually kind of liked it. It just seemed bad to me at the time. Ah well.
Om-ONCE HIS TEETH WERE BARED, THOUGH,I REALLY GOT SCARED...ugh, my voice is AWFUL. *sobs* Curse Danielle Ferland and her talentedness.
Double Trouble-Hey, no worries! Hakuna Matata! You're entitled to your opinions of every character, no matter what they may be. I am glad you like Cosette and Raoul, though. :)
Mars-So am I! Yay! Well, I guess you knew I was back, as we've been exchanging fifty emails a day...but, you know. Back to the fic.
Enjolras was looking puzzled, an unusual experience for him. He was entering the Corinthe for a much-needed rest, as he had been swarmed by revolutionists demanding to know where their savior Marius was. If only he knew. Unfortunately, the National Guard had also overheard of Pontmercy's disappearance-considering Enjolras had been able to hear them discussing it loud and clear, it wasn't exactly a mystery how.
He glanced out the window at the gossiping revolutionaries. No better than a flock of geese, the lot of them. Suddenly he decided to...
DUN
DUN
DUN
Start singing.
"'Mystery on the battle night,' they say, 'Mystery of our hero's flight'...'Mystified,' all the Guardsmen say, 'We are mystified, and the rebels will pay..." He shook his head. Those silly National Guardsmen. He heard their leader had disappeared, too-the leader with the mustache; something about being 'kidnapped by the Authoress'. But did they talk about that? NO. "Bad luck for our group's morale-Valjean then Courfeyrac's pal...now who will inspire our men? Still, the volunteers flow in."
Enjolras sighed and looked around the café for Combeferre; maybe he could help sort this out, or had seen Pontmercy. "Funny sort of revolution! Spare me this unending bore. When your star goes astray, (why, it's quite cliché!)...VIVE LA FRANCE, to heck with that dumb baron, I am AARON and I'm gonna win this war!"
"DAMNABLE!" Combeferre was shouting suddenly. "He's not anywhere, this is DAMNABLE-"
"Combeferre, PLEASE DON'T SWEAR!" hissed Enjolras. "It's reBELLion, that's what matters most, it's reBELLion!"
"Without MARIUS, we're toast!" insisted Combeferre.
Enjolras at this point went on a very, very, very, very, very, very long-winded tangent about the importance of France. Combeferre listened patiently for a while, then, finally got irritated. Searching for a reason to end the speech, his eyes fell on a tattered piece of paper sticking out of Enjolras' pocket. "Ah, it seems you've got one too."
Enjolras had been getting quite worked up and excited, but as he remembered the paper, he frowned. He took it out of his pocket and read it aloud. "'Dear Enjy-'" he made a face. "'what a...lovely...battle. Marius was in a word, RICH AND HAWT. Without Valjean, we were just that much better. GET RID OF HIM. Lots of love, B.G.'" He frowned. "She needs to go back to poetry school."
Combeferre nodded sympathetically as he took out his own tattered letter. "'Dear 'Ferre Bear-'"
Enjolras let out a loud giggle. When Combeferre glared at him, he coughed. "I didn't say anything."
Combeferre eyed him suspiciously before continuing, "'YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME MY FREAKING MONEY. WHY NOT? ARGH ARGH ARGH. It's okay, you can keep it. Hugs and kisses, B.G.'"
Both shouted, "Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain!"
"These are both signed B.G.-" Enjolras noted.
"Who the heck is she?" Combeferre wondered.
"Barricade Ghost!" they cried together.
"This is nothing short of shocking-"
"She is mocking our position-"
They continued in this vein until Cosette stormed into the room. "Where is he?"
Enjolras raised an eyebrow. "Your precious Papa?"
"I mean the baron, where is he?"
"Well, how should we know?" protested Combeferre.
Cosette glared at him. "I want an answer! I take it that you sent me this note."
"What's all this nonsense?" asked Enjolras.
"Of COURSE not!" shouted Combeferre.
"Don't look at us!"
"He's not with you then?"
"Of COURSE not!" repeated Combeferre.
"We're in the dark," confessed Enjolras.
"Messieurs, don't argue," Cosette insisted, "isn't this the letter you wrote?"
Enjolras glowered. "And what is it that we're meant to have wrote?"
"ENJOLRAS!" Combeferre exploded.
"What?"
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT GRAMMAR? IT'S IMPORTANT! IT'S A TOOL WE USE TO FIGHT IGNORANCE!"
The blond man sighed. "Written."
"Thank you," said Combeferre, satisfied.
Enjolras took the letter from Cosette and read, "'Marius is mine. Deal with it..." He paused. "'Female dog. Smell ya later, Angel of Battle.'"
"If you didn't write it, then who did?" asked Cosette.
"Where ees she?" asked Valjean. Cosette quickly hid her face in her...um...fan. Did girls in nineteenth century France have fans?
Yeah...this chapter is TBC next update. I'm bored with it. What was your favorite line? Tell tell tell.