(A/N: Okay, it took me FOREVER to think of how to get this from script version to story version. Not easy.
Disclaimer: I don't want ta. No. Not gonna.
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I don't own The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Disney, Kingdom Hearts, or any of that shiz.
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BUT I DO OWN THE IDEA!
Singing: Italics. Use common sense.
Bold: Most likely it's Sora talking. Again, use common sense. Enjoy!)
The Hunchback Nobody of Twilight Town
Chapter 2: Man or Monster?
In the Town Square of Twilight Town, a young boy around fifteen was entertaining some children with his puppets. The boy had spiky, messy, gravity-defying brown hair and sapphire blue eyes which twinkled with mischief. On his head, flattening some of the spikes of hair, he wore a jester's hat. His clothes consisted of the normal jester's outfit, complete with the shoes. His face was partially hidden due to the purple mask he wore. He grinned at the children, then began to sing:
"Morning in Paris, the city awakes, to the bells of Twilight Town. The Fisherman fishes, the Bakerman bakes, to the bells of Twilight Town. To the big bells as loud as the thunder. To the little bells soft as a psalm. And some say the soul of the city's the toll of the bells. The bells of Twilight Town."
"Listen," he said, putting a hand to his ear, "They're beautiful, no? So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they don't ring all by themselves."
He pulled out a puppet that looked exactly like him. He spoke in chibi voice for it: "They don't?"
"No, silly boy," he said back to the puppet. "Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature?"
"Who?"
"What is he?"
"What?"
"How did he come to be there?"
"How?"
The jester seemed to just now notice the puppet repeating him. He smacked it with a small stick. "Hush!" he repromanded.
"Ohhh..." it muttered, rubbing its head.
"And Sora will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster!"
Twenty or so Years Ago
It was a dark night. A band of gypsies were quietly proceeding down the Seine, a river that led into Twilight Town, hoping to avoid detection. Two men, a woman, and her baby.
Dark was the night when our tale was begun on the docks near Twilight Town.
They were doing fine, until the baby in the woman's arms began to cry.
"Shut it up, will you!" whispered back one of the men to the woman.
"We'll be spotted!" whispered the other.
"Hush, little one!" the mother desperately said, attempting to quiet the saddened child.
Four frightened gypsies slid silently under the docks near Twilight Town.
They met the boatman and paid him as he muttered, "Four munny for four gypsies and safe passage into Twilight Town."
But a trap had been laid for the gypsies, and they gazed up in fear and alarm, at a figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bells...
One of the men saw him first and said, unbelieving, "Judge Xemnas!"
...The bells of Twilight Town.
Judge Xemnas longed to purge the world of vice and sin, and he saw corruption everywhere except within.
Xemnas, a dark, tan man with pulled-back white hair and amber eyes sat atop a pitch black horse. He wore a black cloak, black pants, and black gloves. "Bring these gypsy vermin to the Castle that Never Was," he spat.
The woman tried to hide the baby, fearing its death if found. A guard with long, black dreadlocks and violet eyes spotted her. "You there! What are you hidng?"
Xemnas rolled his eyes. "Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her."
"She Ran!"
The woman sped through the dirty streets, trying to escape her pursuer. Xemnas followed her on his horse. She at last reached the doors of the Clock Tower of Twilight Town and pounded on them.
"Sanctuary! Please give us sanctuary!" she cried. If you claimed sanctuary in the Clock Tower, no one could harm you as long as you stayed there. Her cries were not heard.
Xemnas had caught up by this time on the steps that led to the Tower. He ripped the still covered bundle from her arms and kicked her, sending her crashing to the cement steps, where she was knocked unconscious. The baby yet again began to cry.
"A baby?" Xemnas wondered, puzzled. He uncovered the baby's head, and was repulsed. "A monster!" he corrected himself.
He looked around, searching for a way to dispose of the creature. He saw a well, and rode over to it. He was about to drop the baby down the well to its doom when a voice shouted out.
"Stop!"
"Cried the Archdeacon."
The archdeacon was a small mouse named Mickey. He was black and white with huge round ears and a small, thin tail. He wore white gloves, huge yellow shoes, and a red jumpsuit with a red jacket. He glared at Xemnas.
"This is an unholy demon," said Xemnas matter-of-factly. "I'm sending it back to Hell, where it belongs!"
Mickey observed the woman lying on the cement steps. He closed his eyes, acknowledging her death. He then glared again at Xemnas.
"See there the innocent blood you have spilt on the steps of Twilight Town."
"I am guiltless: she ran, I pursued." Not a trace of guilt was in his face nor his voice.
"Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the steps of Twilight Town."
"My conscience is clear!" Xemnas cried. He was beginning to get nervous. What was Mickey saying?
"You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven't a qualm. But you never can run from, nor hide what you've done from the eyes, the very eyes of Twilight Town." Mickey pointed around them at the statues, bells, and pretty much every where.
And for one time in his life of power and control, Xemnas felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul.
Xemnas followed Mickey's gaze at the huge clock face on the Clock Tower. Fear entered his eyes and panic seeped into his voice. "What must I do?"
"Care for the child, raise it as your own," Mickey said, as if it were completely obvious. He lifted the dead woman and began to walk away with her.
"What? I'm to be saddled with this misshapen-" the judge paused, a thought creeping across his face as he stared more at the Clock Tower. "Very well. Let him live with you."
"Live here? But where?" Mickey asked, turning around to face him.
"Anywhere. Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see. The bell tower of the Clock Tower, perhaps. And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be of use to me.
Back to normal time
"And Xemnas gave the child a cruel name. A name that means half-formed: Roxas!" Sora held up a puppet with a hunched back. "Now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Twilight Town. Who is the monster and who is the man?Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells of Twilight Town!"
(A/N: Yerp! Xemnas is big bad Frollo, Sora is a jester (O.O), Roxas is a hunchback (LOL!), and Mickey is an Archdeacon of a Clock Tower! Somehow. I don't even know. :D Hope you liked!
Zexion: …
R+R, and we might be able to find a cure for poor wittle Roxas! ;D)