TC Stark: Well, I got my first review! Score! To KekeDepp116, the only reason why I may change it to M is because my "sexual" scenes are quite graphic, I'm sick that way P But for now it's T and I'll warn people when I'm going to change it. But I appreciate the review and I wish more people would take a look at this story. Thank you though again.

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Chapter: Quattro: Libertà

Oh how the bells sounded so early in the morning, so beautiful were their voices crying out into the heavens. They bellowed loudly, loud enough so that all of Paris could hear them. These bells filled the people's hearts with joy, making the hairs on their skin stand up. The bells fueled the church, making people proud that after all their praying that finally God had answered them.

Why was today such a celebration? Just last week Paris was on fire, feeling the wrath of Frollo. To the normal peasant, today was nothing special and they could go on with their everyday lives. But for the gypsies, oh for the gypsies today was a day of celebration and feast. A day where they could freely run about doing what they loved, today they could sing in hopes of a new age, an age of freedom. Of course, every one knew they would still resign in the Court of Miracles, but there was hopes.

Why were the gypsies so happy? For the death of Frollo! Finally, after 20 plus years of being ruled by that man they were finally rid of him. It was an amazing feeling, to know that the devil himself was dead. Without him, gypsies could run the streets, they could stay out after dark, and they could be in hopes of being treated equal. Everyone knew that there were some who still believed them to be savages, everyone knew that gypsies could not change, and everyone knew their were some people alive who would try to keep up Frollo's rule; but none of that mattered today.

Ottavia smiled, it was nice to see everyone have so much fun, watching them all dance and sing in celebration. People were generous, giving more money today than they ever had before. And what was also nice, probably the best outcome of it all, Quasimodo, the man people shunned before, was now welcomed in the town square. She had offered him a stay at her home, but he would never leave the bell tower.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the young girl turned around to see Esmeralda smiling at her, "Enjoying the celebration?"

"It's so beautiful, everything is just so colorful." Ottavia smiled in her commenting.

Esmeralda was now engaged to Phoebus, a couple she thought went along beautifully. After all, they were both beautiful people and strong willed in their own way. Besides it seemed perfect that a gypsy would be marrying a soldier, someone who was formally hired to get rid of her kind. It was like a true fairy tale, she couldn't wait to attend the special wedding.

As for her, her world seemed to change little from what had happened, Phoebus had helped pay for another house, though much smaller, it was still a house. The guards still thought of her as a gypsy, but who really cared? Her parents would also be coming down in a month or so to see her, she didn't know if she would go back to Italy or not with them, but she was really becoming home sick.

"Tell us another tale, Clopin!"

The children, the children loved him so much, they loved all the tales he told and the way he made it seem like his puppet was almost real. He seemed to bright and full of life, none of the peasants besides Ottavia knew the truth. He was the king, a king that needed to protect his people, he was even more out on the look now that Frollo was dead, things could not be taken lightly.

Clopin grinned though, looking over at the girl's way. He smirked at her blush, walking over and cooing in her ear, "That shade of red on your lips, I think it should be on mine."

Ottavia blushed, looking up his way, "Clopin! Don't you think you should entertaining the children?"

He knew she was trying to change the topic, many women were just shy, "Oh, they have heard all the stories they can bare! Come, cherie, there is a bar nearby, I would like to take you to it."

"A bar is no place for a lady, just whores." She smirked, backing away from the tall man.

But her hand was caught in his as he smirked, "But, I insist, after all I was the one who saved you."

Remembering how he did save her, she sighed, giving in since there was really nothing to do that day. It was a world she was not use to, not use to being in such a down place, broken down and just un classed. Not that she was top material, but she had never been in a place where men went to drink and break the sanctity of marriage. She had always been taught these places were bad, now she was in one with a gypsy.

Clopin took off his mask, turning to her, "What drink would you like, cherie?"

"Um, water?"

Her cheeks turned red the minute she said that, hearing both him and several other men laugh as one of them wrapped an arm around her, "Oh! That's rich! Now, really, what do you want?"

Clopin saw the embarrassment while shoving the man away, "Hold your tongue, this fair lady was simply saying water as a sarcastic remark. She'll have what I'm having." Clopin ordered, winking over to her.

She didn't know what to make of the man, one day he was just someone she saw entertaining children and the next he was inviting her to bars. No doubt he was trying to pick her up, she wasn't like other women though. But unlike other women, she noticed him looking at the waitresses, yet had no problem with it, she was not jealous the least bit, after all they were just friends.

The gypsy grinned as they saw Esmeralda and Phoebus soon walk in, "Ah! There is the pretty couple!" Clopin went over, kissing the lady's hand and commenting to the fiancé, "No hard feelings about almost hanging you, eh?"

"None at all, after all my fiancé's a gypsy, better get use to you." Phoebus laughed, sitting down as they both ordered drinks.

Only an hour went by for Clopin to get drunk, sure he was good at holding his alcohol, but he had drunk a lot that night. After all, they were celebrating freedom. But he had also noticed the girl his lips were currently on were the waitress's and not Ottavia. He was older and he wanted the young, shy, Italian girl. He had never been with someone of such an age difference, from another country, and the fact that he knew she had probably never been touched before.

Sure, he had pure thoughts about her, she was nice and respectful, but who could think pure when you were drunk? For Ottavia, she had one sip of the wine and had to spit it out. The men in the bar were bothering her, now sitting outside and watching the sun go down. She sighed, fixing her sandals, the straps tying up to her knees, her skirt white but slit on the side and her top red, low.

She didn't know why she bothered going to the bar, really her only favorite place to go was the bell tower, Quasimodo was always so much fun. Not this fun that Clopin liked, the dirty fun of drinking and sex. She was not for it and besides that she was not his and didn't want to be his, no matter how good looking he was. That wasn't the lifestyle she was raised on.

Ottavia soon felt a hand on her shoulder, sliding his way across as Clopin sat down, "Why, Ottavia, why have you left my side?"

Turning to face his, she saw his cheeks rosy with intoxication, "Because, what you think is fun, is not what I believe is fun."

"So, let's do what you think is fun."

"I just want to go home, it's late, good night, Clopin."

Clopin grabbed the girl's hand, trying to prevent her from standing up, "But, oh, cherie, the night is young! Frollo is defeated and we are free! Don't you want to celebrate?"

Ottavia weakly smiled, "But this is your celebration, I am not affected by it."

With this response Ottavia started to walk, she knew that what she said was true and hopefully he would realize that even though he was in a drunk faze. She sighed, walking around the corner as suddenly she was ambushed. Going to scream, her mouth was covered, looking up to see two rough looking gypsies, an eye patch on the one who was holding her and a knife in the other's hand.

The one holding her lifted her skirt up slightly as the other demanded, "Where's the money?"

"I have no money." Ottavia's voice was muffled against the large man's hand.

She whimpered after this, her inner thigh being cut by the knife, she could feel the blood trickle down her leg. Closing her eyes, she soon felt release as she looked up to see Clopin, "Now, what are you two doing?"

The one who help her gasped, "Sir, we were just trying to get money."

Clopin couldn't care less the fact that they ambushed a person, after all the sick part was that some gypsies were all that the rumors had said they were. But the fact it was his friend, he could not allow, "Today is a joyous day, we should not be doing harm to anyone, besides, this is the fair Ottavia Valentino, from Italy."

The two men nodded, running off as Clopin took her hand, "That is twice that I have saved you, ma'am."

Clopin was soon inside Ottavia's house, insisting on walking her home as her legs were slightly spread, the Frenchman cleaning up her wound. He insisted he knew best about what he was doing, wrapping up the wound and making sure no more blood had spilled. He was still drunk, but he had sobered up slightly enough to help her out, she was thankful for him.

"Thank you so much, Clopin." Ottavia smiled, looking up at him.

Smirking, he kissed her forehead while speaking, "Now if you'll excuse me, cherie, I must get back to the bar."

Ottavia nodded as Clopin walked outside, shutting the door closed as a woman stood outside for him. She was beautiful, tall with blonde hair and a body to die for. Her name was Francis, "Now, let's go back to your place and finish what he started." He cooed while kissing her.

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