The Darkest Kind of Love (Yandere!Clopin Love Story)

Topsy Turvy

All around her were people dressed in costumes, or in simple masks, as the festival fanfare began. Tsura smiled as she walked towards her designated tent, with her mother following after her. With a soft sigh, she reached over her head and pulled her hair out of its ponytail. "Alright, Mon petite rose; what's wrong?" Violet asked a small smile on her face, as Tsura turned around to look at her. 

"What do you mean, Mama?" Tsura replied as she continued to get ready for her dance, which was supposed to be after the new King of Fools was chosen. She reached into a chest and pulled out a dark blue dress that had silver trimming around the skirt and off-shoulder sleeves, and moved towards a tall, standing mirror. 

"You've been quiet all day, Tsura. And you're never this quiet unless you're thinking about something. So, what is wrong?" Violet asked as she put her hands on her hips, which made the jewelry she was wearing clink together softly. Tsura hummed softly in response as she looked out from the tent flaps and towards the stage. She smiled when she saw Clopin make an appearance before he had quickly slipped out of sight and appeared in a different side of the crowd, as if he had teleported. 

Violet gently looked over her daughter's shoulder, following her line of sight and she gave a soft chuckle once she had seen who she was looking at. "Ah, so it's that young man over there, huh?" She asked, which made Tsura's face turn scarlet. 

"Wh-what? N-No, it's just that..." Tsura stammered as she quickly moved away from the tent's opening and walked towards the mirror, as she started to change her dress. 

"Oh, Tsura. You had that same look of admiration that I did when I met your father. And it's okay. You're a young woman now, and it's only natural for you to find someone to love. As long as that person loves you in return." She said as she walked over to her daughter, as she untied a violet-colored silk scarf from her waist and gently tied it around Tsura's own.

Tsura gave a small sigh as she took out her single hoop earring, while Violet picked up a comb and began to drag it gently through her wavy brunette hair. Tsura looked at her mother through the mirror and gave her a small smile as her mother smiled back at her and handed her a blue ribbon to tie her hair up with. "How about you go out and enjoy some of the festivities before you're up to perform?" She said, walking out of the tent. 

"Yes, Mama." Tsura said as she followed her mother out of the tent in time to watch Clopin had suddenly appeared next to Frollo. 

"Hurry, hurry! Here's your chance! See the mystery and romance~ Come one; Come all~ See the finest girl in France. Makes an entrance to entrance! Dance la Esmeralda~ Dance!" Clopin sung all the way towards the stage before he threw down a fist full of magenta powder that exploded with a flash of light and was replaced with Esmeralda. 

Even Tsura had to admit that seeing Esmeralda dressed in her flowing, yet form fitting red dress was certainly a vision to withhold. But then again, Esmeralda looked beautiful in just about anything. Tsura smiled as she watched her dance and had to bite her tongue to keep herself from laughing when she had teased Frollo, and then hit his hat over his face. Feeling a pair of gloved hands suddenly grasp her shoulders, Tsura gasped and turned around quickly, and found herself face to face with Clopin. 

"We really need to stop meeting like this, my dear." He said playfully, and before Tsura had the chance to ask him anything, he had quickly placed a kiss on her cheek and quickly dashing away, and back towards the stage once Esmeralda had finished her dance. Tsura's face turned scarlet as she held her cheek where he had kissed her. 

"And now, ladies and gentlemen; the piece de resistance!" Clopin said, before breaking out into song again and Tsura smiled as she walked a little closer to the crowd to watch as a group of people in costume climbed onto the stage. She noticed Esmeralda gently help a man on stage, and she folded her arms across her chest as they all lined up and Esmeralda started revealing their faces to the crowd. 

And she had to admit, while she can tell that all the men who made a face that was either horrible, or funny...it just wasn't their best. And it would appear that everyone in the crowd thought so as well. Djali headbutted everyone off the stage yet skidded to a halt and gave a scared bleat and ran off as Esmeralda tried to pull the remaining man's mask off. However, Tsura's eyes widened when she, Esmeralda and everyone realized that it wasn't a mask at all. 

"That's no mask!" A man said shocked. 

"It's his face!" A woman said appalled. 

"He's hideous!"

"It's the Bellringer from Notre Dame!" A bearded man said, which was met with a lot of shocked responses. Tsura looked up at the man in the stage, and she frowned lightly, feeling sorry for him when she saw his heartbroken and scared expression. Clopin soon hopped up next to him. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, don't panic! We asked for the ugliest face in Paris, and here it is! Quasimodo; The Hunchback of Notre Dame!" He said, and Tsura frowned even more, whatever feeling of admiration that she had for Clopin vanishing. True, Quasimodo was just a little hard to look at, but Tsura wouldn't call his appearance ugly. With a scoff, she turned around on her heel and walked back towards her tent, deciding to just wait to be called out to perform. 

She didn't know how long she was sitting in the tent, when she suddenly heard what sounded like multiple objects hitting something. Curiosity got the better of her, and she peered out of the tent; and covered her mouth in shock at what she was seeing. Quasimodo had been tied up and was getting rotten produce thrown at him. 

"Master!" Quasimodo was yelling, a note of pleading in his voice. Tsura raised an eyebrow and she looked over towards Frollo, who was scowling at him. 

"Master, please! Help me!" Quasimodo pleaded again, however, Frollo had only looked away from him. Not bearing to witness it anymore, she turned back around and walked back inside her tent, and sat down on a wooden stool, with her face in her hands. 

One of the flaps of the tent got pulled back, and when she looked up, she was revealed to see that it was her brothers. "We're heading back to The Court of Miracles, Tsura. We need to leave before things get out of hand. If they haven't already." Jean said, a note of urgency in his voice. Tsura sighed as she gave a small nod and started to stand up, helping her brothers with packing away everything within the tent.