The Bells of Notre Dame (4, Riku/Sora) Part 4 of 10
Title: The Bells of Notre Dame
Author:
aurons_fan
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Claim: Riku/Sora
Prompt Set: Orange
Prompt: 4. Trust in Your Heart
Type: Fanfic
Rating: T-R (Maybe in later chapters)
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the games Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts 2, and probably Kingdom Hearts CoM.
Disclaimer: Riku and Sora are owned by Square Enix and Disney.
Summary: After a mysterious note from the King, Riku and Sora adventure and get stuck in a world called Notre Dame
This Chapter Summary: Pheobus and Sora 'meet' Frollo.
A/N - My life has been so busy since the last update... ugh. D: But I hope you like this chapter!
For
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Maybe it was the screams Sora heard as he entered the room alongside Phoebus that tipped him off. Perhaps it was the creepy, dungeon-like atmosphere that kinda, sorta frightened him. Whatever it was, after he heard the next crack of a whip, and another shrill scream pierce the air, he stuck even closer to Phoebus. The blond simply glanced down to the boy, before shaking his head, and stepping foreword.
The man instructing the executioner turned, and allowed a broad, malicious to cross his face. Sora’s eyes widened, but he stood next to Phoebus attempting not to grimace -Frollo was an intimidating person in his own right.
As if reading Sora’s mind, Frollo gave a slight nod, before glancing to Phoebus. “Ah, so this is the gallant Captain Phoebus, home from the wars.”
Phoebus nodded in response. “Reporting for duty, as ordered, sir.”
Frollo simply nodded again, before looking the captain over, as though inspecting the man for any flaws. Perhaps he didn’t see any, in which he gave another slight nod. “Your service record precedes you, Phoebus. I expect nothing but the best from a war hero of your caliber.”
As Phoebus continued speaking of how he would certainly be able to continue the duty of captain even on the streets of Paris, Sora was inspecting this ‘Frollo’ over. Even though the man was seemingly old (Quasimodo had said Frollo had taken care of him for twenty years, and his looks hadn’t changed much), he seemed…almost dangerous in his manner of being. Perhaps it was his piercing eyes or his calm tone after he instructed a man to whip with more force. Whatever it was…
“I don’t think you mentioned, Phoebus,” Frollo paused for a bit, staring down to Sora. “But…who exactly is this boy?”
Phoebus raised an eyebrow, giving a quick glance down to Sora, before giving the same excuse he gave the other guards. “My squire, sir. He accompanied me when I was in the wars, and when I was given the order to return to Paris, I brought him as well.”
Frollo nodded, and slowly walked around Sora, as if inspecting the keybearer. Sora scowled slightly, and Pheobus gave a slight shrug. “Interesting… he is certainly an unusual squire… His hair is peculiar… His skin is almost dark enough to be …one of them…” Frollo’s eyes flashed down to him, and Sora yanked his arm away. “But no matter.” Turning back to Phoebus, Frollo continued speaking. “You, Captain Phoebus and …squire, have come to Paris in her darkest hour.” He shuddered. “It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being mislead.”
“Mislead, sir?” Phoebus replied, walking after Frollo as they headed to the balcony of the Palace of Justice. Sora shuffled behind, frowning.
He’d been here for almost two days, and there was still no sign of Riku! Even when, in his first adventure, Donald and Sora had crashed landed the Gummi Ship into the Deep Jungle, and they were separated, they weren’t separated for this long! He almost wanted to thank Phoebus, give the man back the outfit, and continue looking for Riku, but if this creepy Frollo was suspicious of him, he probably wouldn’t be able to navigate the city without being questioned.
Lost in his thoughts, Sora crashed into Phoebus as the two men stopped walking. Frollo was looking down onto the streets of Paris in disgust. “Look, Captain--gypsies.” Frollo shuddered twice that day, and continued. “They live outside our normal ways, and inflame the peoples’ lowest instinct, and they must be stopped.”
“I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune tellers and palm readers?” Phoebus asked incredulously, shaking his head.
Frollo disagreed. “No… the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For twenty years, I’ve been taking down the gypsies…” he eyed three ants scurrying across the balcony’s railing, and killed off the three with each of his next words. “One, by, one.”
Sora didn’t know what was creepier -the fact that the man seemed to be enjoying his talks about destroying innocent people, or that he kept staring at Sora when he said this. He skin was, say, darker than Riku’s, but that’s mostly because he had been running around in the sun for the better part of a year, and Riku had been trapped in some one else’s body for a year! And just because these people never got sun…
With a sigh, Sora shook his head, and actually continued listening to the man. “They have a …nest, if you will. They call it… the Court of Miracles.”
“And what are we going to do about it, sir?” Phoebus asked, raising his eyebrow at Frollo. Frollo gave a broad smile, and slammed down the tile Sora hadn’t even seen him pick up onto the unsuspecting ants.
“That’s sick!” both men turned around, but only Frollo was eyeing Sora in amusement. Phoebus was raising his eyebrow in a “what-in-the-world-are-you-doing?!” look. “Sure, they’re unusual, and you’re not used to them,” Sora made a point of jabbing his finger in Frollo’s direction. He was sick of this world and its biased people. What he really wanted to do was grab Riku, and head home, but he obviously couldn’t. They had no idea where the Gummi Ship even was! “But what right does that give you to kill them?”
“Every, boy.” Frollo responded, with a leery grin. “If they are infecting the minds of the citizens, isn’t it my right, my duty, to save their hearts? To destroy what is forcing my city into sin? And if you believe that what I think is ‘sick’,” He leaned closer to Sora; Sora stood his ground, and narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps you are one of them, and hoping I don’t recognize?”
Never the type to be truly angry, Sora gritted his teeth. “I’ve never even heard of ‘gypsies’ before today! I don’t even know what is so bad about them, but you’re just being horrible, and killing them off for no good reason! That’s what I think its ‘sick’, you psycho!”
Almost to his horror, Frollo let out a short laugh. “You know, I like your squire, Captain,” he said, turning to face Phoebus. “He’s very…vocal, something you don’t normally see from a squire. In fact, you never see it.” He raised his eyebrow, and Phoebus nodded solemnly.
“My apologies, sir.”
“No, no. No need for apologies.” Frollo all but groaned when a soft fanfare flitted into the balcony. “Well, duty calls. Have either of you attended a peasant festival?”
“Not recently,” Phoebus answered truthfully.
Frollo nodded again. “Ah, well, this should be quite the education. Come along.” He then turned on his heel, and walked away.
Sora made to follow him, when Phoebus grabbed his shoulder. “Sora,” he whispered urgently. “Are you trying to get me fired? To get yourself killed?”
He turned around, scowling. “No!” he whispered back. “But how can you willing to work for a man who is so…so… horrible to an innocent group of people?!”
Phoebus paused his objections, almost as if he’d never thought about it before. Next thing Sora saw was Frollo glancing down to him. The brunet shook slightly, but stared up to Frollo.
“What…did you say your name was, squire?” Frollo question, raisin an eyebrow.
“Sora,” he replied, his eyes narrowing. “Why, sir?”
“Sora, hm? Frollo smiled maliciously. “Well then, Phebous, Sora. Let us go to the festival.”
Sora gulped, but eventually trudged behind both men as they headed down the stairs. He thought he heard Frollo mutter, “Never heard of gypsies…”, but when he turned around, Frollo was no where near him.
To see earlier tables for this prompt, click here
Last Chapter here
Next Chapter here
Author:
aurons_fan
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Claim: Riku/Sora
Prompt Set: Orange
Prompt: 4. Trust in Your Heart
Type: Fanfic
Rating: T-R (Maybe in later chapters)
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the games Kingdom Hearts, Kingdom Hearts 2, and probably Kingdom Hearts CoM.
Disclaimer: Riku and Sora are owned by Square Enix and Disney.
Summary: After a mysterious note from the King, Riku and Sora adventure and get stuck in a world called Notre Dame
This Chapter Summary: Pheobus and Sora 'meet' Frollo.
A/N - My life has been so busy since the last update... ugh. D: But I hope you like this chapter!
For
7rainbowprompts
Maybe it was the screams Sora heard as he entered the room alongside Phoebus that tipped him off. Perhaps it was the creepy, dungeon-like atmosphere that kinda, sorta frightened him. Whatever it was, after he heard the next crack of a whip, and another shrill scream pierce the air, he stuck even closer to Phoebus. The blond simply glanced down to the boy, before shaking his head, and stepping foreword.
The man instructing the executioner turned, and allowed a broad, malicious to cross his face. Sora’s eyes widened, but he stood next to Phoebus attempting not to grimace -Frollo was an intimidating person in his own right.
As if reading Sora’s mind, Frollo gave a slight nod, before glancing to Phoebus. “Ah, so this is the gallant Captain Phoebus, home from the wars.”
Phoebus nodded in response. “Reporting for duty, as ordered, sir.”
Frollo simply nodded again, before looking the captain over, as though inspecting the man for any flaws. Perhaps he didn’t see any, in which he gave another slight nod. “Your service record precedes you, Phoebus. I expect nothing but the best from a war hero of your caliber.”
As Phoebus continued speaking of how he would certainly be able to continue the duty of captain even on the streets of Paris, Sora was inspecting this ‘Frollo’ over. Even though the man was seemingly old (Quasimodo had said Frollo had taken care of him for twenty years, and his looks hadn’t changed much), he seemed…almost dangerous in his manner of being. Perhaps it was his piercing eyes or his calm tone after he instructed a man to whip with more force. Whatever it was…
“I don’t think you mentioned, Phoebus,” Frollo paused for a bit, staring down to Sora. “But…who exactly is this boy?”
Phoebus raised an eyebrow, giving a quick glance down to Sora, before giving the same excuse he gave the other guards. “My squire, sir. He accompanied me when I was in the wars, and when I was given the order to return to Paris, I brought him as well.”
Frollo nodded, and slowly walked around Sora, as if inspecting the keybearer. Sora scowled slightly, and Pheobus gave a slight shrug. “Interesting… he is certainly an unusual squire… His hair is peculiar… His skin is almost dark enough to be …one of them…” Frollo’s eyes flashed down to him, and Sora yanked his arm away. “But no matter.” Turning back to Phoebus, Frollo continued speaking. “You, Captain Phoebus and …squire, have come to Paris in her darkest hour.” He shuddered. “It will take a firm hand to save the weak-minded from being mislead.”
“Mislead, sir?” Phoebus replied, walking after Frollo as they headed to the balcony of the Palace of Justice. Sora shuffled behind, frowning.
He’d been here for almost two days, and there was still no sign of Riku! Even when, in his first adventure, Donald and Sora had crashed landed the Gummi Ship into the Deep Jungle, and they were separated, they weren’t separated for this long! He almost wanted to thank Phoebus, give the man back the outfit, and continue looking for Riku, but if this creepy Frollo was suspicious of him, he probably wouldn’t be able to navigate the city without being questioned.
Lost in his thoughts, Sora crashed into Phoebus as the two men stopped walking. Frollo was looking down onto the streets of Paris in disgust. “Look, Captain--gypsies.” Frollo shuddered twice that day, and continued. “They live outside our normal ways, and inflame the peoples’ lowest instinct, and they must be stopped.”
“I was summoned from the wars to capture fortune tellers and palm readers?” Phoebus asked incredulously, shaking his head.
Frollo disagreed. “No… the real war, Captain, is what you see before you. For twenty years, I’ve been taking down the gypsies…” he eyed three ants scurrying across the balcony’s railing, and killed off the three with each of his next words. “One, by, one.”
Sora didn’t know what was creepier -the fact that the man seemed to be enjoying his talks about destroying innocent people, or that he kept staring at Sora when he said this. He skin was, say, darker than Riku’s, but that’s mostly because he had been running around in the sun for the better part of a year, and Riku had been trapped in some one else’s body for a year! And just because these people never got sun…
With a sigh, Sora shook his head, and actually continued listening to the man. “They have a …nest, if you will. They call it… the Court of Miracles.”
“And what are we going to do about it, sir?” Phoebus asked, raising his eyebrow at Frollo. Frollo gave a broad smile, and slammed down the tile Sora hadn’t even seen him pick up onto the unsuspecting ants.
“That’s sick!” both men turned around, but only Frollo was eyeing Sora in amusement. Phoebus was raising his eyebrow in a “what-in-the-world-are-you-doing?!” look. “Sure, they’re unusual, and you’re not used to them,” Sora made a point of jabbing his finger in Frollo’s direction. He was sick of this world and its biased people. What he really wanted to do was grab Riku, and head home, but he obviously couldn’t. They had no idea where the Gummi Ship even was! “But what right does that give you to kill them?”
“Every, boy.” Frollo responded, with a leery grin. “If they are infecting the minds of the citizens, isn’t it my right, my duty, to save their hearts? To destroy what is forcing my city into sin? And if you believe that what I think is ‘sick’,” He leaned closer to Sora; Sora stood his ground, and narrowed his eyes. “Perhaps you are one of them, and hoping I don’t recognize?”
Never the type to be truly angry, Sora gritted his teeth. “I’ve never even heard of ‘gypsies’ before today! I don’t even know what is so bad about them, but you’re just being horrible, and killing them off for no good reason! That’s what I think its ‘sick’, you psycho!”
Almost to his horror, Frollo let out a short laugh. “You know, I like your squire, Captain,” he said, turning to face Phoebus. “He’s very…vocal, something you don’t normally see from a squire. In fact, you never see it.” He raised his eyebrow, and Phoebus nodded solemnly.
“My apologies, sir.”
“No, no. No need for apologies.” Frollo all but groaned when a soft fanfare flitted into the balcony. “Well, duty calls. Have either of you attended a peasant festival?”
“Not recently,” Phoebus answered truthfully.
Frollo nodded again. “Ah, well, this should be quite the education. Come along.” He then turned on his heel, and walked away.
Sora made to follow him, when Phoebus grabbed his shoulder. “Sora,” he whispered urgently. “Are you trying to get me fired? To get yourself killed?”
He turned around, scowling. “No!” he whispered back. “But how can you willing to work for a man who is so…so… horrible to an innocent group of people?!”
Phoebus paused his objections, almost as if he’d never thought about it before. Next thing Sora saw was Frollo glancing down to him. The brunet shook slightly, but stared up to Frollo.
“What…did you say your name was, squire?” Frollo question, raisin an eyebrow.
“Sora,” he replied, his eyes narrowing. “Why, sir?”
“Sora, hm? Frollo smiled maliciously. “Well then, Phebous, Sora. Let us go to the festival.”
Sora gulped, but eventually trudged behind both men as they headed down the stairs. He thought he heard Frollo mutter, “Never heard of gypsies…”, but when he turned around, Frollo was no where near him.
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