In the dark study of the palace, Frollo scrawled over some parchments with monotony. His gaunt face was illuminated by the few candles he lit on his desk. Tonight's paperwork would be quite taxing.

'He was supposed to be back hours ago…where could the scoundrel have gone?'

He rolled his neck from side to side and took another sip of his wine until he heard a knock.

"Enter." It was the Lieutenant.

"Minister Frollo, you are needed immediately."

He sighed rising up from his work as he followed him down the long hallway.

"Jehan." He muttered obviously irritated.

Below the stairwell a very drunk Jehan stood holding onto Julius Beaumont, the Captain of the Guard. The unamused expression on the Captain's face explained much of what Claude had assumed.

"Hollo brother!" Jehan hiccuped.

The newly appointed Minister of Justice pinched the bridge of his aquiline nose in response.

"Julius take him to the guest room. I'll deal with him accordingly."

"Yes sir." Julius quickly hauled the teenager over his shoulders and took him up the stairs.

"Are we going for a ri-*hiccup*-de? Oh…my head…"

Claude Frollo scoffed in disgust. How did he turn out as such? He devoted his life to Jehan since the demise of their parents. Frollo took it upon himself to make his brother the bright, polite, young scholar he taught him to be, and yet Jehan held onto to none of those morals. He was boorish and mischievous, the complete opposite of the reclusive prodigy Claude Frollo was known for being. Jehan single handily made a mockery of the Frollo family name in a short span of 3 years. His frequent visits down the Rue of Glatigny were no secret, and many Parisians even knew the names of his favorite concubines. It was going to get to him. One day, he would realize all that Claude scarified for his upbringing. But in the meantime, getting drunk, gambling and fooling around were his main priorities.

Frollo gritted his teeth as he made his way back into his study. He resumed his work, but his mind was far from it.

'The inglorious imbecile! How could he be so careless? This is the third time this week-'

His quill snapped under the pressure of his fingers, bringing him back to reality. Enough was enough. Frollo stormed into Jehan's room, fuming. Seeing the tuft of curly blonde hair poking out beneath the sheets, he quickly strode over and grabbed the boys face to his.

"Get. Up."

Jehan yelped in response to the harsh awakening.

"Ah! Claude, bloody hell what is it? My head…oh it aches…"

he held onto his temples annoyed.

Frollo sneered in response. "Do you realize you are making a complete mockery of me? I did not waste 13 years of my life raising you to become a pathetic vulgarian. This is the last straw: either go to school and finish your studies or I'm cutting you off. For good. I'm not a bottomless chest and I will not keep funding you're misbehavior!"

Jehan's blue eyes shot open.

"N-no! Brother, now don't be rash, I only met with Robin at the tavern, we did not even drink that much!"

Claude Frollo barely batted an eye.

"Not that much you say? Do you recall what you asked Julius when he hoisted you up the stairs?"

Jehan was reluctant on replying. "…Fine evening we're having?"

"No, you asked him if you were going for a ride."

Jehan laughed, amused at himself.

"I'm even a joker when I'm drunk-"

"So you admit you were drunk. Do you think I am unaware of your frequent visits to Colette and Seraphina? Even if I am not present, I have eyes all around Paris! How naïve do you think me to be? I give and give to you, and you repay me in humiliation! You have made the King suspicious of my ability to lead, I cannot even have you sit one day in class without getting a message that you were wreaking havoc!"

Claude grabbed Jehan by the collar of his doublet and shook him violently.

"Until you prove to me your worth, you are no longer my responsibility. Pan-handle, beg if you must, but you're not getting a denier from me. I want you gone by sunrise, otherwise I'll have you thrown out."

Claude Frollo rose, ignoring the incessant pleas from his younger counterpart as he shut the door behind him. He felt guilty. Jehan was his only kin. But alas, his job he worked so hard for was on the line and with only a few months in.

Jehan wailed through the door.

"The brat."

Claude Frollo stalked off to his study with a smug look etched onto his features. He finally placed his foot down to the unappreciative leech, it felt as though a burden had been lifted for the up and coming official. For once he could finally breathe. That evening proved to be one of the best night's rest Claude Frollo had ever had.

At the crack of dawn, Claude checked into Jehan's room to see the bed a mess and him gone. A smirk crossed his features as he prepared for the day, burden free.

The maroon and gold colored leaves fell to the cobblestone streets as the familiar black war horse and his feared rider strode by. Frollo's eyes surveyed the area until he heard a familiar voice around the corner.

"Spare change? —M'lady, would you be so kind-Sir! Yes sir! Do you have a couple extra deniers?"

A boisterous baritone laugh was heard startling the beggar and the passerby's. Frollo's grin was stretched from ear to ear to see his little brother pan handle in the streets like some Gypsy vagrant. Wiping a tear, he could barely compose himself.

"-Heh- Oh mercy, I truly have never felt so pleased to see something so pathetic. Jehan de Moulin Frollo begging in the streets. Let's see how much you made," he said snatching his pouch, "-12 deniers? Shame, people are far to generous for the likes of you-"

"Claude! Enough, if you're just going to mock me then give it back! "

Jehan attempted to jump up and grab the small bag of coins but Claude kept lifting it higher each time his arm reached up for it.

"I don't think I want to return it to you…you know you owe me your life. Twelve deniers does not even begin to cover the years I spent raising you…"

"YOU WOULDN'T! What about being a good Catholic?! Don't steal from thy brother!"

"Hmm…well, seeing as how you never go to church, I don't really see a problem." Frollo shrugged.

"For Christ's sake Claude, I understand! Please…give it to me!"

Frollo snickered. "Mmm, and what would you spend it on?"

"After all this nonsense, most likely an ale!"

Claude rolled his eyes. "The whole reason you're here is that you need to stop being so careless-…Never mind. Drink, gamble, do what you please. This is not a test, you are going to keep living in the streets until you wise up about your choices."

Claude Frollo mounted Snowball and tossed Jehan his small pouch.

"Oh who needs you! You're nothing but an insecure bastard that can't bare the fact people don't like you! Here's some advice to you brother: go to the Rue de Glatigny, ask for Adele and loosen up already!"

Claude Frollo turned the reigns on Snowball abruptly. His face was red in embarrassment and anger. His vow to celibacy was a very private moral he held very highly. How dare the insolent boy reveal that in public!

"I will not have anything to do with some street whore! How dare you! You must be really looking forward to sleeping in the streets for the rest of your days you underserving miscreant! "

Frollo turned the reigns on Snowball and left Jehan coughing in the dust.

Dusk had morphed into a star stained night above.

Jehan snarled in rage. Claude needed to stop, his egotism was absurd!

"At least I admit I'm a drunk!" The disgruntled teenager grumbled.

Unbeknownst to the fair haired Jehan Frollo, a swarthy looking man had witnessed the entire exchange. A jagged grin crossed his features as he realized who the smart-aleck on the Rue de La Savaterie was. At last! Vengeance…

The man appeared from the shadows. He was stocky, and what he lacked in height he made up for in brawn. This particular man was a cut-throat. By golden hoop and dark mocha coloration of his skin, it was obvious he was a Gypsy. Jehan rubbed his hands together in contempt from the cold. Why did Claude have to be such a prude? Suddenly, he noticed the very feral looking man approach him. Not sure what to make of the situation he gulped.

"Can…can I help you, sir?" His bright blue eyes widened.

"I've been looking for you."

The Gypsy smiled ferociously and whistled, signaling many other Romani men to emerge from the shadows that seemed so vacant just a moment ago. Jehan was petrified. The vagrant suddenly struck his face, causing Jehan to falter and drop his pouch onto the ground….

"Your wretched brother murdered my son, and now today I will get revenge for his death!"

Tears of anger and grief slid down the Gypsy's face as he began to mercilessly beat Jehan despite his incessant cries.

That morning Claude Frollo was met with grave news that the body of a teenage boy had been found by the Rue de La Savaterie. The Minister's heart sank and he grew pale as he thundered frantically atop Snowball to come across the mangled body of his once lively brother. Claude Frollo faltered off the stallion onto his knees as he caressed the bloodied, swollen and inflamed face of Jehan Frollo de Moulin. The hoarse sobs emitted from the Minister could be heard from all around Paris as people began to emerge from their houses mortified at the scene before them. He broke down clutching him and stroking his soiled blonde hair. Lifting the body in his arms he rose, bleary eyed and grim as he walked along side the stallion to the mortified and tearful faces of the many Parisians that came to see what all the commotion was about.

It was not very difficult to figure out who committed the crime and that same morning Marcel de Arroyos was promptly tortured to death by the Judge himself for the murder of his only kin.

The transformation of the newly appointed Minister was seemingly an overnight process. His jet black hair grayed quickly for someone breaching 27. His jasper eyes dulled with a cold hatred amongst anyone that dared make eye contact and his lips were pressed into permanent scowl. Jehan's death revolutionized the way Claude viewed the world, diminishing any sense of hope he held onto humanity. His hatred for the loud, boisterous community of Gypsy's was exemplified to the point of beginning a process of extermination. Frollo's life had altered completely and nothing could stop the unnerving wrath that built within. The regret of sending Jehan away resulted in layers of scarring upon the Minister's back and psyche. That day a burden had been lifted to bring a lifetime of sorrow, bitter hatred and regret to Claude Frollo.

~A/N

This is how Gypsy's ruined his life, flashback chapters won't appear too often, but I felt this was needed for the time being

I wanted to thank each and everyone of you for the support and reviews! you guys area all so sweet! Special thanks to Queenxofxno, villians-doitbetter, weaponofmasscreations and Le Violin Enchante for the kind words and encouragement!

I will hopefully post the next chapter much sooner. I had trouble with this one and I think it shows.