TC Stark: Well, here's my second attempt at Fan Fiction. I was on this site a few years ago as Starlight16, writing stories animes and video games. I found myself a few days ago, sick, I stayed home and watched Disney movies the whole day to remind me of my childhood. I found myself deliciously intrigued with Clopin, so I am writing a story I fell I would like, and you would like. Please read, give ideas, and enjoy.
Disclaimer: Disney is the master mind behind this, I own nothing except my characters who will later on be mentioned.
Chapter Uno: Un Giorno Molto Nuovo
Laughter; laughter is what filled the streets of Paris, France. Yes, there was excitement in the air, where young children could explore their youth and older ones could remember the days of far past. Either way it was a day of celebration, a day that the "normal" people of the town could slightly acknowledge the gypsies of the town. It was where they were entertained, this day they liked to call; the Feast of the Fools.
But not everyone could enjoy such a wonderful day, not everyone could smile upon the sunlight and thank God for giving them such joy. No, some stayed locked up in a bell tower, shun away not because of the rest of the world, but because of evil deception. While everyone danced and sung, this creature stayed away, hidden; afraid of what the rest of the world may think.
This creature was Quasimodo, a disfigured man with a heart of gold. Year after year he stood upon this bell tower, watching everyone else have fun while he was left to just sit. His friends; his only friends the gargoyles; tried to convince him every year to go, escape the bell tower and be among the happy citizens. They wanted him to enjoy life, something he could do, if only he left Notre Dame, if only he just leapt away, he would have the time of his life.
"But, you would never disobey me, would you, Quasimodo?"
"No, master, I wouldn't."
Frollo, Frollo, his master, the lord, the man of God as he liked to see himself, Frollo the man who hated this day with a passion, for this day every year, the town was infested by gypsies. Frollo knew he would have his way with Quasimodo, the boy would never leave this bell tower so long as he knew what his was doing with the boy's mind, this creature from "hell" would always stay locked up.
With a sinister grin, Frollo patted the boy's hunched back, speaking softly, "Now, I must go, Quasi, but you are to promise me you will stay right here, here in the bell tower."
Not being able to look the man in the eye, he took a deep breath, "Yes, master, yes I will stay here."
"Good."
From the high bell tower, Quasimodo frowned, he watched Frollo and his new Caption, Phoebus; walk away, even know it was business, they were going nonetheless. His heart sank, another year he would have to watch from the side lines, carving his statues and wishing he was them. How lucky they were, how much they took their lives for granted, they had no idea how much he wished he were them.
But his heart, his friends, they kept telling him, god Quasimodo, go. It would be a choice he would later on regret, but life wasn't a spectator sport. With those words in his heads, he grabbed his cape and escaped, Frollo would be angry, but then again, that was if he found out. If, believe it or not, was a very good thing, hopefully his master would never know.
"Come one! Come all! See the day we have all been waiting for!"
Crowds, noise, he had never seen such a day, everyone was acting crazy, excited, words could not describe what he saw around him. Truly it was a Topsy Truvy day. But Quasimodo could not help but smile, that is of course until he bumped into something; or someone, "Oh, I-I, I'm so sorry."
A smile swept across her face, "Do not worry about it."
Quasimodo looked up to see who he had bumped into, she was beautiful, her voice also, it sounded as if she did not come from France, as if she came from Italy or one of those countries. She could have been no more than 5'6" and her features were young, God she probably was only sixteen! But she was beautiful, her hips were slender, her legs long and apparently she didn't care much about hiding her cleavage. She wore eyeliner around her blue eyes and she wore the prettiest shade of red on her lips, her skin olive and her having a Roman nose. What was beautiful was well was her straight black hair, tied up with two strands on her face.
"It should be I apologizing for bumping into you." She smiled while holding her hands behind her back.
Shaking his head slightly, his voice was nervous, "H-Have you come to s-see the Feast of Fools as-as well?"
Her teeth were a beautiful white, "Si, I have just arrived in town from Napoli, Italia. I am Ottavia Valentino."
"Ottavia? That is a pretty name." He commented shyly.
"Oh, grazie! It's silly, I am the 8th child, that's why they named me that, they are all in Italy though. And what might your name be?"
"Quasimodo."
"Well," She smirked, looking around, "See ya around, Quasi."
Her hips shook when she walked away, the truth was he was right about everything, she was young at the mere age of sixteen. But this young lady was all on her own, her parents had sent her to France, to make some money and then to return to her beloved country of Italy. But, instead of looking for work, she was looking for entertainment, these French people sure had an odd way of having fun.
Blue eyes looked around, taking in everything she saw; a tall somewhat handsome man had just transformed himself into an even more beautiful woman. She was dancing erotically, something she felt herself burn up inside, men did not look at her that way. Well, maybe she lied a little, they had but she was never in control, not like this woman, the Esmeralda, she was in full control of the men around her, even the guards were in awe.
But, the mood soon changed as her newly found friend was made a fool of, all because of that damn idiot who liked to play with dolls. She found herself a bit mad, how could they be so cruel to Quasimodo? To top it off, the Frollo man who she assumed had high authority, was not sympathetic at all, in fact the gypsy girl was the one to free the creature, how could one be to cruel to a child of God?
That was how a usual fun day ceased, all the gypsies disappointed in the out come, but they all made a run for it, as if they were afraid. Ottavia blinked, why did they run away? She caught on very quickly that the gypsies weren't welcomed in this area, what a shame. She shook her head as her shoulder was tapped, "Gyspy, should you not be on your way?"
Turning around, she took a look at two guards laughing, "I am not a gypsy, I come from Italy."
"Gypsies come from all over, go or we shall arrest you!"
"You can't arrest me, I have done nothing wrong!"
"What seems to be the problem?"
The three turned around, turned around to lay eyes on a very handsome man, she supposed the captain of the guards. He had dirty blonde hair with a slight goatee, his eyes were beautiful his body was in shape. Ottavia could not help but stare, amused actually but thankful all at the same time. He was on a white horse, she had always enjoyed white horses.
One of the guards stepped forward, "Sir, we caught this gypsy, you know how Lord Frollo does not like gypsies crawling around after dark."
Sighing, the Italian girl pleaded, "But, Captain, I am not a gypsy, I am from Naples, Italy, I am Ottavia Valentino, please believe my story."
Phoebus stared at the three, he did not like this job the least bit, there seemed to be a war against innocent people. He could understand arrest from stealing and murdering, but arrests for just being who you were, horrible. But he looked among the girl, she was young and her accent was true to her country. Phoebus believed the young girl and sent away the other guards.
Smiling, she nodded, "Thank you very much, captain," She reached over to her side, taking out a few coins of silver, "This is all I have, but it's appreciation."
"Keep your money," Phoebus smiled, "Be careful on the streets at night."
Ottavia smiled and nodded, waving him a good night while turning around on her heels, her tall ones actually. She started to walk to her small house she had bought, it wasn't much, but it was now home. She had never been thrown off onto her own, but her she was, having been thrown off by her parents, who were all the same loving but perhaps a bit stupid. She sighed, getting undressed and before blowing the candle out, looking outside to see two men, looking as if they were robbing a closed cart.
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TC Stark: I'm rusty, but hopefully it'll get better, read and please leave reviews and ideas, I am always open. I am hoping to write something very different, but if I get carried away, do tell. Ciao for now.