Heya everyone!^^

So, I've been wanting to do this for a very, very long time, after I saw BlueFireTigerLion's awesome Hetalia amv to the song "Hellfire" from the disney movie of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame".

The setting is mainly the same as in the movie, only instead of gipsies, it's pirates who get to feel the wrath of the villain and the protagonist is not a Hunchback.

The pirates aren't going to be bloodthirsty raiders, though. Most of them will just be a bunch of lovable troublemakers.

Be warned, this fic contains severe racism, religious fanatism and some very brutal scenes, but if you watched "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" you're probably already aware of that.

So, let's start with the story!

Enjoy!

Once upon a time, in the city of Paris, there was the tale of a monster and a man...

"Morning in Paris, the city awakes, to the bells of Notre dame.

The fisherman fishes, the Bakerman bakes, to the bells of notre dame.

To the big bells as loud as thunder,

to the small bells, soft as a psalm

And some say the city's the toll of the bells,

of the bells of notre dame."

The singer of this song, Francis, a pirate around his thirties dressed in silky clothing, smiled at the group of kids that had assembled before him, in the courtyard before the church he had so proudly sung off. The children looked up at him with expecting eyes, knowing he was about to tell them yet another one of his wondrous stories.

Francis wasted no time. Lifting his head to look up to the clock towers, were the bells were ringing once again, he smiled.

"Listen, they're beautiful, non? So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods. Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves."

"They don't?" asked the red parrot, sitting on Francis shoulders.

"No, silly boy. 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?"

"Hush!" Francis snapped at the bird and flicked it's beak, making the children sitting around him laugh.

"Francis will tell you. It is a tail, a tail of a man. (Francis changed his voice to a dark, scary tone) and a monster."

20 years ago, on a cold winter night:

"Dark was the night, when our tail has begun, on The docks near Notre dame."

A boat was floating through the canals of Paris, steered by a ferryman. Sitting inside it were three black-haired man, one of them, his long black hair bound together in a pony tail, holding a crying infant in a brown cover.

"Shut it up, will you?"

"We'll be spotted!"

"Hush, little one." the man said softly to the bundle in his arms, stroking it's face.

"Four frightened pirates slid silently under The docks of Notre Dame."

When the ferry arrived the land, the passengers got out.

"Four guilders for safe passage into Paris." the ferryman said, smirking and showing them his many missing teeth. He held his hand out and one of the men was about to reach into his pockets, when an arrow flew through the air and buried itself into the ferrymans stick.

"But a trap had been laid for the pirates And they gazed up in fear and alarm."

The shooter turned out to be one of a group of soldiers, suddenly appearing form under the bridge and surrounding the four men, threatening them with their spears. One of the men made an attempt at drawing his weapon, but then a cold shiver went down his spine and his face scrunched up in despair when he heard the tramples of hooves.

"At a figure whose clutches were iron as the bells..."

A shadow of a horse and a rider appeared on the stone walls. And then, a black horse trotted out of the shadows on it's back a man with cruel violet eyes and short blonde, almost white hair. He looked down at the cowering men and his very gaze made them shiver in fear.

"Judge Ivan Braginski!" one of them chocked out.

"The bells of Notre Dame!"

He stalked closer to them on his horse, features cold and unreadable. The man with the pony tail clutched the bundle in his hands tighter and took a step back. One of his comrade pulled him in a protective hug, but was then roughly pulled away and chained by one of the soldiers, as were the other two.

"Judge Ivan Braginski longed, to purge the world of vice and sin. And he saw corruption everywhere, except within."

"Bring these foreign pirate vermin to the palace of justice!" Ivan ordered his soldiers in an iron, authoritarian voice.

One of the soldiers noticed the bundle in the long-haired mans arms and roughly yanked him on the shoulder. "You there! What are you hiding!"

The man flinched and tried to pull away but the soldier grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to stay in place.

"Stolen goods, no doubt." Ivan said, his cold eyes piercing into the frightened ones of the black-haired mans. "Take them from him."

"He ran!"

At these word, life came into the black-haired man. He yanked himself free of the soldiers grips and fled into the labyrinth of streets behind him. Ivan growled in anger and kicked his horses sides, pursuing the man. The black-haired man gasped for air, running as fast as he could, but Ivan was on horse back and his anger made him persistent.

The black-haired man became more and more frightened the closer Ivan drew. In a desperate effort to lose the Judge, he swung himself over a fence into a small side-alley, to small for Ivans horse. The alley turned out to lead onto the courtyard before the great church Notre Dame.

Not stopping in his pace, the black-haired man ran over to the churchs doors and desperately banged onto them with his free hand.

"Sanctuary! Please, give us Sanctuary!" he cried, voice high-pitched in fear. Ivan rode onto the courtyard through one of the streets, immediately spotting his targets. He rode his horse up the stairs towards them.

Eyes widening in horror, the black-haired man tried to flee again, but this time, Ivan was faster.

He caught up to the poor man and grabbed the bundle in his arms roughly pulling at it. The black-haired man cried out, as the force of the pull send him tumbling over and onto the hard stone stairs of the church. The force of the fall broke his neck and he remained lying there, dead.

Ivan merely gazed at the mans dead body for a short time, before he turned his attention back to the bundle in his hands. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized it screamed.

"A Baby?"

He pulled the covers from the infant and recoiled in pure shock when he saw it's face.

"A monster!" he gasped.

Quickly covering it's face with the blanket again, he looked wildly around for an opportunity to get rid of it. His eyes stopped at an old fountain, covered in snow, like everything else around it.

Slowly, almost solemnly, he nudged his horse towards it. He extended his hand, holding the bundle as if it was something disgusting and held it over the deep, pitch-black well pit, ready to let go.

"Stop!"

"-Cried the Archdeacon."

"This is an unholy demon. I 'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs." Ivan said calmly. Nonetheless, he stopped in his tracks.

The archdeacon, a man with caramel-brown hair, twisted into two small curls left and right, rushed to the dead body, laying on the cold stairs. Cradling it up into his arms, he looked at Ivan, sorrow and anger in his eyes.

"Look here the innocent blood you have spilled, on the steps of Notre Dame!" the archdeacon sang.

"I am guiltless. He ran, I pursued." Ivan answered, without emotion, trotting his horse over to the stairs again.

"Now you would add this child's blood on your guilt, On the steps of Notre Dame." the archdeacon continued, pointing at the weeping infant with one hand.

"My conscience is clear!" Ivan snapped, slowly becoming discomposed more and more.

The archdeacons eyes met the Judges, flaming with anger, the body of the dead man still in his arms.

"You can lie to yourself and your minions, you can claim haven't a qualm," he sang. "But you never can run, Nor hide what you've done from the eyes, The eyes of Notre Dame!"

Ivan's eyes grew wide and he looked up at Notre Dame, eyes flickering wildly. From all around him, the stone-made saints, standing in the niches and on the balconies of the church's wall looked down at him and him alone, as if they really had been watching all the time.

"And for one time in his life, Of power and control, Braginski felt a twinge of fear, for his immortal soul!"

"What must I do?" Ivan asked, eyes glued to a statue of Mother Mary.

The archdeacon had stood up, carrying the lifeless black-haired man in his arms.

"Care for the child." he said, looking at Ivan with firm eyes. "Raise it as your own."

"What?" Ivan exclaimed, his face a mask of displeasedness. "I'm to be settled with this misshapen-"

He looked down at the infant again with disgust. But then, an idea came to his mind and he calmed himself.

"Very well. Let him live with you, in your church."

"Live here? Where?" the archdeacon asked.

"Anywhere." Ivan said, looking up to the bell tower, thoughtfully.

"Just so he's kept locked away, Where no one else can see." he sang.

"The bell tower, perhaps. And who knows, our lord works in mysterious ways." Ivan looked down at the infant again.

"Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be, Of use to me." he sang, while looking the baby boy over.

Present Day:

"And Braginski gave the child a cruel foreigner's name. A name that would forever mark him a stranger in this lands." Francis finished the story. "Kiku."

"Now here is a riddle to guess if you can, Sing the bells of Notre Dame. Who is the monster and who is the man...? Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells of Notre Dame!"

The moment Francis had finished singing, the bells were rung, filling Paris with their beautiful sound.

So much for the first chapter.^^

Plz Review! Reviews make a happy author and a happy author will be more motivated to carry on with this story!^^

By the way, the pirates on the boat Ivan chased were Taiwan, Hongkong, South Korea and the one who died trying to protect little Kiku is China. (Sorry China-fangirls!) Just in case you were confused about them.