|Destiny's Red Thread
Author: DemonicBrat 13 PM
When a child is born an invisible red thread is connected to the child's soul. As each birthday passes, that thread shorten and tighten, bringing closer those people who are fated to be together. QuasiXocRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 7 - Words: 15,218 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 01-16-11 - Published: 08-09-10 - id: 6222945
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Disclaimer: Okay the only thing I own is my oc's. This is the first attempt of a HoND fic so don't kill me. Review are my reason for living (kinda sad isn't it?). Alright this is Disney based and if the time line is alittle off I'm sorry. Anyway I hope you enjoy!
A heavy shroud of mist blanketed the city of Paris filling up its streets and alleys. It seemed as if the sun itself was struggling to rise for only a few precious rays of
light managed to pierce through the fog alighting the city in dreary grays. Quasimodo sat in the twilight upon the balcony between the twin towers of Notre Dame
watching the world slowly awaken. A ritual that he has preformed since the age of five. He shivered and drew his cloak closer to his body as damp breeze blew past
him. This was one of his favorite times of day. The city was unbelievably peaceful and quiet that everything seemed surreal. It was like a different world all together.
The sun finally won its battle and shined brightly throughout the city, making everything glisten silvery in the mist and dew as if the stars themselves where resting on
the buildings. Beautiful didn't seem like a strong enough word to describe it.
Quasimodo felt a grin tugging at his lips as he drank up the sight before him, sunlight warming his face. A flock of pigeons flew past him in a rushing array of
feathers and cooing. He watched them all fly as one as they veered right, every member working together. Loneliness unexpectedly washed over him in a large wave
causing his smile to disappear. What use was the greatest view in all of Paris if you had no one to share it with. He glanced at the immobile stone gargoyle beside him.
Was he to spend the rest of his life among cold stone and brick? Sure there was Viktor, Hugo and Laverne but even they couldn't substitute the warmth of human
company. Looking back at the flock now quickly fading in the distance he wondered to himself what would it be like to be surrounded by family, by loved ones. The sun
had fully risen now and was shining brightly quickly chasing away all traces of twilight. He sighed and stood up slowly. It was time to ring the bells. He staggered a bit
due to the stiffness caused by sitting on brick for two hours. As Quasimodo cast the sunrise one last Farwell glance a small speck that the light had yet to reach caught
his eye. It was a star, the last star of the night gleaming coldly in a little patch of shadows. Pausing just short of the doorway he looked at that tiny star desperately
trying to outshine the sun and whispered to himself
" I wish I wasn't alone"
Mizuki awoke to the sound of bells thundering over head, making her small room tremble in their power. Dust slowly floated from the ceiling as she slowly wiped the
cobwebs of sleep from her blue eyes. With a gasp she sat up and her jerked tangled blankets off of her.
I'm late! She thought panicking braiding her black hair as she searched for her missing boots in vain. Spotting them peaking out from underneath her bed she sized
them and forced them on her small slender feet. Having fallen asleep in her day clothes while reading her favorite book for the third time in a row Mizuki didn't have to
waste her time dressing. Throwing the blankets back on the mattress she rushed out of the room slamming her door behind her.
She winced as the loud slam echoed throughout the Cathedral. Several monks close by shot dirty looks in her direction. Keeping her eyes lowered Mizuki hurried
along on her daily journey to the library.
The beauty of Notre Dame never failed to leave her breathless. From the countless life-like statues with their wise ever knowing gaze to the stain glass windows
that bathed everything in bright cheerful sunlit hues. She bowed her head as she pasted the statue of Mother Mary and Baby Jesus. That one was her favorite.
Mizuki clomped noisily past the few worshipers who glace at her ruckus. She could feel her ears turn red as tried to quiet her footsteps, which was almost impossible
seeing her boots where two sizes to big. Trying to concentrate on her footsteps she failed to see the large figure in front and ran straight into a large beefy man with a
wild beard and black eyes.
"Ey, Watch 'ere your goin girl!"
"Sorry sir," She said trying to move past him but found that his bulky frame had completely blocked her narrow path between the pews.
Staring at her he slowly moved aside. She bushed past him without a second glace.
"Stupid half breed," she heard him mutter. Mizuki shrugged it off and continued on. Being the only half Japanese girl in Paris, the constant insults lose there sting after awhile.
At last she reached the library. The library was easily her favorite place in Notre dame. It was a large circler room with huge bookshelves built into the walls
stretching up to the high ceiling. Every shelf was stuffed with books of all shapes and sizes. The ceiling itself was built out of glass, making the room bright with the
suns golden glow.
Rushing in she saw that her to master Brother Peter was already busy at work copying a book he had been working on for the past year. He glanced up at Mizuki as
she quickly walked over to her table.
"You are very late my dear," he stated with a chuckle stroking his gray beard, his soft brown eyes shining with the youth of a young man rather then a fifty-year-old
" I'm sorry Brother I wont let it happen again," She replied guilty as she pulled out parchment and a old text that she was persevering.
"Don't worry about it child, the book aren't going to sprout wings and disappear,"
Mizuki smiled softly as she gently ran her fingers over the withered pages, the ink of the handwritten letters dull and faded. The wonderful stories and history that has
been absorbed by the paper, the knowledge that would have been lost if someone hadn't recorded it.
"Having trouble sleeping?" Brother Peter asked with concern.
"Is it that dream again?"
Mizuki winced and glanced up at Brother Peter's face. She sighed. Recognizing the stern looked he was giving her and knew better then to lie. Silently cursing the old
man's uncanning ability to know everything she nodded her head. Whether sadness or pity flashed across his withered face she couldn't tell.
"Would you like to tell me about them?" he offered quietly
"No, they are only dreams. They cant hurt me,"
It was the same conversation they every time she was plagued by the nightmares. And every time she refused to confided in him.
"If they prevent you from getting enough sleep they are harming you!"
Mizuki just smiled and replied " There are far more harmful things then a few minutes of lost sleep"
"Well fine, If you insist on being a stubborn mule I'll drop the subject,"
They continued they're work in silence. Mizuki soon found herself lost in the tales of distant lands and a brave hero's adventure. Her hand moving so swift and neatly it
was starting to cramp up.
"Lovely weather we're having," Interrupted Brother Peter.
She chuckled quietly.
A.N- Okay there it is! Tell what you think about it okay?