Disclaimer: Okay here is chappie three! Once again I own nothing but my own oc. Thank you all for the kind reviews. This well be my last chapter until the end of September because I am entering in abit of a contest. Gotta write a 50,000 word story before the month of Sept is over so wish me luck! Anyway I think that's about it. I hope you enjoy and I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes I was in a hurry on this one. ;)

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Quasimodo silently studied the girl that stood before him. Mizuki, was that her name? As odd as her name was, it seemed to fit her he decided. Her skin was lightly tanned and her hair was so black it seemed blue in the candlelight. Which most was gathered in a single loose braid aside from the few strands framing her face. She had the features of a foreign woman. Her eyes however although almond shaped where the most unique shade of light blue he had ever seen on a person. Perhaps she's a gypsy of some sort. Quasimodo looked down at the slender hand still resting on his arm. As if just noticing its presents Mizuki quickly removed it, her ears redder then normal.

"Um," Mizuki rubbed the back of her neck nervously. " Well, I'm glad your not hurt."

Quasimodo shifted restlessly from foot to foot.

"Thanks, for helping me," She offered him a small smile.

"Is this your first time in Notre Dame?" Mizuki asked

"Yes," Quasimodo paused " Actually, no."

"Well, which is it? Yes, or no?" She asked chuckling

Quasimodo cleared his throat nervously and tugged on his cloak. Seeing his discomfort Mizuki quietly said " Sorry, it was not my place to pry. You don't have to answer if you don't want too,"

"Thank you," he whispered

Quasimodo jumped as Ayame gave his hand a wet lick. He looked down to see her golden eyes starting warmly at him wagging her tail so hard that it beat against his leg with a constant "Thump, Thump, Thump". Smiling he stroked her head again. Ayame's eyes drifted shut in bliss. After several pats he straightened the best he could and discovered Mizuki staring at him with a odd look on her face.

Has my cloak slipped? he thought panicky trying to cover himself. Realizing that his cloak was still in its proper place he allowed his body relaxed slightly.

"What is it?" Quasimodo asked

Snapping out of her gaze she replied " Sorry I wasn't meaning to stare, its just I've never seen Ayame so friend with a complete stranger."

"Is she not normally friendly?" he asked giving the obviously happy dog a glance.

"No, but she has good reason too be weary of humans," anger flickered across Mizuki's face.

Quasimodo nodded understanding completely. Another pregnant silence stretched out between them making both uncomfortable. Finally Mizuki broke the tension by clearing her throat.

"Would you like me to show you around?" she offered uncertainly.

Shocked by this simple question Quasimodo's mouth fell open unrestraint. Coming to his senses he closed his jaw with a sharp snap and nodded, unable to trust his voice. Allowing a small smile to grace her lips, Mizuki began to walk away clearly expecting him to follow. So he followed with the dog at his side panting excitedly.

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Mizuki heart pounded fast like a tribal drum, echoing loudly inside her head. She was almost positive that the strange man beside her could hear thumping as well.

What on earth was I thinking? They walked past a cluster of statues, Mizuki numbly gestured to and quietly explained their history.

Showing around a cloak stranger around a near deserted Cathedral! Are you mad? She showed him into the room where mass was usually held.

If he is dangerous there will be no one who well help you! And even if there was someone near by they wouldn't help the likes of you! Mizuki shook her head trying to silence her screaming common sense. Yes, it was a very stupid idea to isolate herself with a stranger. She glanced to her side. Quasimodo stood in awe staring at the beauty around him with child-like wonder shining in his eyes. Ayame placed herself loyally beside him, looking thoroughly joyful having found a new friend. Regardless of the warnings and suspicious situations, Mizuki could not bring herself to fear him. He simply seemed to innocent, to pure. Much like a child. However there was also a certain darkness that hung around him. Like a good beast that had been beaten one to many times. Quasimodo trusted nothing around him and constantly jumped at the slightest sound.

He's not dangerous. Simply lost.

Have you learned nothing? Snarled the voice of reason, Men are not meant to be trusted!

"There are some exceptions," she whispered aloud.

"Pardon me?"

Quasimodo was staring at her with a questioning look.

"Oh, nothing. Just talking to myself," Smiling weakly. She could fell her face heating up. Lord, he must think I'm a crazy person. He surprised her by chuckling lightly. He really did have a lovely voice.

"Um, would you like to see more?" Mizuki ask in relief gesturing to the doorway.

" Oh yes, I would like that very much," Quasimodo replied his excitement heard unconcealed in his voice. Mizuki lead the way to the next room, now smiling broadly.

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Quasimodo walked cheerfully down the halls with Mizuki by his side. Today was by far the best day of his life. He was still having trouble believing that this all wasn't just simply a dream. If he had known that facing his fears and stepping out of the shadow of the bell tower would be rewarded with the meeting of Mizuki and Ayame, he probably would of tripped down a flight of stair in his haste to reach the bottom.

They entered another room but unlike the others this one was not adorn with statues and colored glass. Instead it was covered from floor to roof with books. Rows upon rows of countless books. Above him he could see sunlight pouring from the sky through a glass ceiling. Dust particles danced in the bright air around them like tiny fairies. Two large tables nearly completely hidden by stacks of parchment, sat in the middle of the room surrounded by a circle of very comfortable looking chairs.

"This is the library," Mizuki announced proudly. "I spend most of my time here copying stories,"

"This is incredible," Quasimodo said in awe while turning, trying to see everything at once. "I've never seen so many books."

"It's the best room in Notre Dame," she whispered looking at the leather bound covers fondly.

" You should see the bell tower," Quasimodo said thoughtlessly " In the morning when the sun hit's the bells, it makes the whole place shine."

She raised an eyebrow "You've been to the bell tower?"

He froze. Quasimodo's heart fell to his stomach as his face paled.

Why did you have to talk about the bells! The curiosity that played across her face soon turned to suspicion as she recognized his changed behavior. Seeing this Quasimodo began to panic. Taking a step back he bumped into Ayami who was standing quietly behind him trotting on her unfortunate paw. She yelped loudly causing him to jump, he feet once again became tangled in the long fabric of his cloak and he plummeted to the hard ground like a stone in water.

"I'm afraid gravity is not your ally today my friend," He heard her say, accompanied by the sound of her footsteps. Opening his eyes he saw Mizuki bent over with her hand extended to him, offering him help. Just when he was about to except her outstretched hand he hesitated. Mizuki's eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open in a small "O" shape in surprise. Just when he was about to ask what was wrong a cold draft that traveled from an open window ruffed his exposed red hair. Quasimodo's loudly pounding heart stopped altogether as the dreadful realization hit him.

His hood had fallen off.

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