Six years have passed in Notre Dame. Phoebus and Esmeralda were married and had two children now. Cherry was their adopted daughter of course and they eventually had their biological child, a boy named Zephyr. Zephyr often loved to visit the bell tower to see Quasimodo after Cherry told him about the stories and everything. Zephyr was a typical younger brother to Cherry though, they often were annoyed with each other, mostly Cherry toward Zephyr but she did love her younger brother.
Ever since Zephyr was old enough to understand, he wanted to be a captain of the guard just like his father Phoebus when he grew up. Cherry mostly wanted to be an artist, she had wanted to be a gypsy when she was younger, but she grew more into a passion for art. Quasimodo often looked after Zephyr and helped Cherry out whenever she had to stay with him.
Today was a festival called Le Jour D'Amour, where the citizens of Paris get together with their boyfriend or girlfriend and proclaim their love for each other. Cherry never really cared for it, most of the boys who wanted to be her love were complete jerks or total idiots. She stared out the window after Quasimodo was inside playing with Zephyr.
"Toro! Toro!" Quasimodo held a red cloth like a matador while young Zephyr who mostly resembled his father but had his mother's eyes held fingers to his head like a bull.
Zephyr roared like a bull and came charging toward Quasimodo. They both then played and laughed together, having fun with themselves. Cherry rolled her eyes at her younger brother and continued to stare out the window as everyone in Paris celebrated their loves.
"Zephyr, you need to slow down." Esmeralda's voice was heard, making Cherry turn to her as she walked in.
"Okay... Mom..." Zephyr said slowly as Quasimodo lifted him over his shoulders and walked forward slowly.
Cherry rolled her eyes at him and walked over to her adoptive parents. After the events with Frollo six years ago, Phoebus and Esmeralda adopted Cherry as their own child before they had Zephyr.
"Listen to your mother, young man." Phoebus scolded.
"Yes, Papa." Zephyr replied as Quasimodo set him down.
"Oh Cherry... Your hair's all frizzed up again..." Esmeralda pulled Cherry down into a chair and brushed Cherry's hair. "Your hair is so thick..."
"Is that a good thing?" Cherry asked. "C-Could you make my hair go down?"
"No ponytail? You only wear your hair down for special occasions like Zephyr's birthday, visiting the church, what's the special occasion?"
"I just... Want my hair down today when I go to art class..." Cherry mumbled as she put her hands together shyly.
"Class with Pierre..." Zephyr said in sing-song tone.
"Shut. UP!" Cherry hissed through her teeth.
"Children, settle down." Esmeralda growled at them both, to make them obey. She then finished putting Cherry's hair down as requested and Cherry stood up and looked at her foster parents as they looked each other together lovingly.
"La Fidele, you are magnificent," Cherry observed the golden glittery bell.
"Are you gonna it ring it once for my Mom, Quasi?" Zephyr asked the hunchback.
"You bet he is, and your mother's gonna be down in the square," Phoebus put his arm around Esmeralda. "Screaming loudly into the night, 'I love my husband, Phobeus'."
"Oh really?" Esmeralda challenged. "And what makes you think that I'm gonna shout so loudly?"
"You'll have to be heard over me yelling, 'I LOVE ESMERALDA'!" The gypsy and the captain of the guard shared a kiss, making Cherry smile shyly at her foster parents.
"Yuck," Zephyr stuck his tongue out.
"Yeah, yuck." Quasimodo smiled nervously at the boy and set him down on the floor with his foster-sister.
"Whose name are you gonna yell tomorrow, Quasi?" Zephyr asked, looking up at the hunchback.
"No one, I guess." Quasimodo replied.
"Then who's gonna scream your name?" Cherry asked.
"I don't think anyone ever will, guys." Quasimodo replied to them both.
"I bet Cherry's gonna shout Pierre's name." Zephyr chuckled.
"Pipsqueak, I swear-" Cherry growled at him, glaring at him.
"That's enough you two." Esmeralda narrowed her eyes at her children, then walked over to Quasimodo. "Takes more than looking to see. Someday you'll be ready. And when you are, you'll find her."
"Someday?" Quasimodo sighed. "Nah. What could possibly ever change?"
"Oh boy! Wow! It's the circus!" Zephyr exclaimed, looking out the window with Cherry. Everyone was setting up at the square and there were animals such as monkeys and giraffes. Part of Festival D'Amour had a circus with a strange man named Sarousch. "Mama, can we go to the circus?"
"Well..." Esmeralda thought then smiled. "I don't see why not."
"I don't like the circus," Cherry said with her teeth clenched.
"Cherry, you're going." Phoebus said. "You coming with us Quasimodo?"
"I suppose I could come along." Quasimodo shrugged.
"We can't leave you alone, Cherry." Esmeralda explained. "Do you have an art class today?"
"Yes," Cherry nodded.
"Okay, you can go there. We'll see you later." Phoebus let the young teenager go. "But be back in time for dinner!"
"Okay Papa!" Cherry called back as she gathered her papers, bag and headed for her art class in downtown Paris.
A/N: Yes, I'm going Hunchback of Notre Dame II. I don't like it much either, but maybe I can actually make it enjoyable. Read & Review, but no harsh comments, please, I'm very sensitive and fragile. Zephyr is 6 years old here, mostly because the gap between the first movie and horribly animated sequel are 6 years so it seemed appropriate. Cherry has grown a little bit, I was in 2nd grade when the sequel came out and as you can see Cherry has a hard time with love like Quasimodo. Maybe they can both handle it okay in time for the festival.