Summary: Renji, who is forced to stay inside the cathedral of Paris, meets Ichigo, the gypsy of the streets. Grimmjow is the stubborn Captain of the guards, and falls for the orange-haired boy. Based The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Warnings: Language, violence, OOC, AU, character death, risqué-clothing and thoughts, unbeta'd.

Disclaimer: The Hunchback of Notre Dame, which is a Disney movie and novel that this fanfiction is based off of, does not belong to me. The original idea was Caribou and cake, and I asked her permission to write this story. She granted it to me, so ask her if you don't believe me.

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The morning light shone through the white clouds in the blue sky. A rooster crowed, rousing several people from their beds and into the streets to start their day. A voice sang, a voice that wasn't sweet or lovely, but interesting enough to gather the few children on the street to his cart. Several cloths hung from the sides, with various and intricate patterns woven in many colors throughout. Bells attached to tassels and charms littered the walls. The man, whose skin was as pale as snow and eyes as gold as the sun that shone, was known as Shiro, a gypsy that was recognized as a king to the members of his caravan. He sang louder as the children came closer, successfully drawing them to him until they could hear his words clearly.

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 THE THUNDER

TO THE LITTLE BELLS SOFT AS A PSALM

AND SOME SAY THE SOUL OF THE CITY'S THE TOLL OF THE BELLS

THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME

"They're beautiful, right? So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they don't ring all by themselves." He said, speaking to his audience with a smile that was creepy enough to scare away, but surprisingly didn't. It instead, drew the children in closer, wanting to hear the tale.

"They don't?" a small boy with white-blonde hair asked, his brown eyes wide at the realization.

"Sure don't. You see, up there, high, high in the dark bell tower, lives a mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature? What is he? How did he come to be?" Shiro chuckled, leaning on the bar of his cart. "Oh, I will tell you my children. It is a tale of a man, and a monster."

DARK WAS THE NIGHT WHEN OUR TALE WAS BEGUN

UNDER THE DOCKS OF NOTRE DAME

"Shut it up, will you?" a hooded man hissed to the group behind him, face twisted into one of fright and anger. He wouldn't risk the rest of his life in jail for a newborn babe who couldn't be quiet.

"We'll be spotted!" The gypsy man turned to his wife, grasping her elbow that showed through the end of her cloak, urging her to somehow quiet their baby.

"Hush little one!" She pleaded, rocking the bundle in her arms. She wrapped the blanket closer around him and prayed that his cries would quiet and they would not be found.

THREE FRIGHTENED GYPSIES SLID SILENTLY UNDER

THE DOCKS OF NOTRE DAME

"Four gilders for safe passage into Paris." The bribed guard at the end of the dock requested of the group. The husband sighed, reaching into his cloak to grab the small cloth brown sack tied with a string full of the requested payment. The child still cried in its mother's arms, his tears could not be ceased. His parents knew they must reach safety soon, lest they be caught.

BUT A TRAP HAD BEEN LAID FOR THE GYPSIES

AND THEY GAZED UP IN FEAR AND ALARM

AT A FIGURE WHOSE CLUTCHES

WERE IRON AS MUCH AS THE BELLS

"Judge Souske Aizen!" The judge came out of the tunnel and into view, scaring the group as they could not believe their eyes. The gypsy man gasped, stepping in front of his wife and child in some form of weak protection. Aizen was atop his horse, the dark color of the animal matching the colors of his robe, so it looked like the man and horse were one.

THE BELLS OF NOTRE DAME

JUDGE SOUSKE AIZEN LONGED TO PURGE THE WORLD

OF VICE AND SIN

AND HE SAW CORRUPTION EVERYWHERE EXCEPT WITHIN

"Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice." Aizen said, tightening his grip on the reins. He glared at them, how could such scum get into his city?

"You there, what are you hiding?" one of Aizen's guards demanded, pointing to the blankets that were wrapped in the woman's arms. He reached out for them, but stopped for orders from the judge.

"Stolen goods, no doubt." Aizen nodded to his guard. "Take them from her." He ordered with not so much as a glance towards the gypsy. She screamed.

"She ran!" Shiro announced, with a slight psychotic grin on his alabaster face. The group around his wagon gasped in surprise at the turn of events, some more surprised that a direct order from the judge had been disobeyed.

The woman sprinted out of the sewers, the snow beneath her feet causing her to slip and slide as she made her way down alleys and turned sharp corners. The babe in her embrace began to cry even louder as it jostled against its mother's shoulder. Aizen was right behind her, the horse running at full speed to keep up with the fast gypsy. In one last attempt to save her child, the woman ran toward the church, almost falling as her bare feet hit the icy steps. She pounded on the door.

"Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary!" But help didn't come fast enough.

Aizen grabbed the blankets in her arms, attempting to rip them out of her arms. The woman fought to keep a hold of them, but Aizen was much stronger than her. Her hands ripped free from the cloth, and the force of the movement proved too much, and she falls backward onto the steps. The resonating crack as her skull hitting the cement echoes throughout the empty city.

Aizen stares at the body, eyes full of hatred and disgust. Then, a sound came from the object in his grasp. A cry, a human cry.

"A baby?" Aizen questioned. "A monster!" he hissed, seeing the infant, thrusting it away from his own body. He looked around hastily, trying to find a way to dispose of it without any evidence. The least he needed was to look like a murderer. He spotted a well, and guided his horse over to it to stand by its side. The hand holding the baby reached out, holding only the edge of the blankets, ready to drop the child into the freezing water below.

"Stop!"

"Cries the archdeacon." Shiro smiles, taking delight in the children's terrified expressions.

"This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to Hell, where it belongs." Aizen reasoned with his face condescending, his hold not releasing.

SEE THE INNOCENT BLOOD YOU HAVE SPILLED

ON THE STEPS OF NOTRE DAME

The Archdeacon said, blonde hair fluttering in the wind of the cold winter night. His full name was Kisuke Urahara, the head of the cathedral church of Paris. He walked over to the body of the dead gypsy woman and held it in his arms, not noticing the blood from her head spilling onto his robes.

SEE THE INNOCENT BLOOD YOU HAVE SPILT

ON THE STEPS ON NOTRE DAME

Kisuke nodded towards his soiled robes and then to the puddle of red colored snow, the blood from the woman staining everything it touched.

"I am guiltless." Aizen justified, looking smug as he looked towards the body. He was somewhat proud of the outcome of the evening, if only he didn't have the baby in his arms. "She ran, I pursued."

NOW YOU ADD THIS CHILD'S BLOOD TO YOUR GUILT

ON THE STEPS OF NOTRE DAME

"My conscience is clear!" Aizen shouted, eyes widening in the slight at the Archdeacon.

YOU CAN LIE TO YOURSELF AND YOUR MINIONS

YOU CAN CLAIM YOU HAVEN'T A QUALM

BUT YOU NEVER CAN RUN FROM,

NOR HIDE WHAT YOU'VE DONE

FROM THE EYES

THE VERY EYES OF NOTRE DAME

AND FOR ONE TIME IN HIS LIFE OF POWER AND CONTROL

AIZEN FELT A TWINGE OF FEAR FOR HIS IMMORTAL SOUL

Shiro sang, eyes wide. The children were still, waiting for the words to come.

Aizen looked around, eyes only hinting at the slight fear in his heart. He saw the statues around the church, their eyes watching him in return. Aizen feared the judgment that would come upon him at his death if he didn't do what the Archdeacon requested.

"What must I do?" He asked quietly, looking over to see Kisuke carrying the body of the gypsy woman into the church.

"Care for the child, and raise it as your own." The man replied, turning to look over his shoulder at the judge.

"What! I am to be saddle with this marked-" Aizen paused, a smirk appearing on his usual stoic face. "Fine. But let him live with you, in your church." He bargained. Anything to be rid of the child.

"Live here? But where?" Kisuke questioned, pausing to face Aizen fully.

"Anywhere." The judge replied.

JUST SO HES KEPT LOCKED AWAY WHERE NO ONE ELSE CAN SEE

"The bell tower perhaps. And who knows—our Lord works in mysterious ways." Aizen looked down at the child, still covered in his blankets, with a smile on his face. Kisuke knew better than to question the actions of the judge, but still wondered what the judge would do with the baby when he was older.

EVEN THIS FOUL CREATUREMAY YET PROVE ONE DAY TO BE

OF USE TO ME

"And so Aizen named the child Renji, and forced him to live at the very top of the cathedral as the bell ringer." Shiro exclaimed, concluding the beginning of his story to the children who now had relieved expressions on their young faces.

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

A/N: Well, as you can see, this is heavily based on the Disney movie, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. I don't own the characters, or the movie. But I do have both THBOND and Bleach on DVD and I am merely borrowing them for my playtime :3

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and please review! The next chapter will be out sometime later today!

TCRHC xoxo